I Hope U Take Requests If Not Just Ignore This But Like Imagine Ushijima With An Complete Opposite Reader

I Hope u take requests if not just ignore this but like imagine ushijima with an complete opposite reader of him (like they‘re chubby, shy, super sweet, love cuddles and Physical touch, stuffed animals and shit) UGH it would just be to adorable <3

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Sweet contrast

Everyone knows Ushijima

But no-one could ever think about his s/o to be so.... Sweet and shy

It's an odd contrast really, Ushijima Wakatoshi,the tall, intimidating, serious and blunt volleyball player

You? You're the sweetest thing ever, shy, chubby and quite joyful

Sometimes people can see Ushijima carrying an stuffed animal for you

Most of the time his s/o is somewhere near him, holding hands, hugging him or even kissing his face

Ushijima can be seen often kneeling or leaning towards to kiss you

Most of the time you sit on his lap to have better acces to cuddles, hugs and kisses is a win win for everyone!

Sometimes Ushijima asks Satori ideas for gifts or cute dates

Once in a while instead a gift Ushi writes letters or small notes for you

He doesn't seem like the romantic type, but his love letters are usually about how grateful he is about you choosing him as your partner

Big boy is touch starved when he can't cuddle with you, he didn't knew about this, but one day he had to skip training to hold you because he was feeling down

When he's touch starved his aim gets a bit sloppy, that's why Satori always asks you to hug him before practice

Sometimes Satori sends you pictures of your boyfriend because he knows Ushi isn't the best at sending selfies

Thanks for reading 🐨✨💖

daydreaming about husband! dabi, who tries his best to gift you the christmas of your dreams.

gn! reader, husband! dabi, ex-villain! dabi, fluff, romance, christmas, wedding rings, semi-angst (if you squint), dabi is: trying

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a/n ~ it’s midnight in the uk; merry christmas everyone! ♡ wishing you all a v happy holiday ♡

reblogs are appreciated ~

it’s mid-winter, and ever since the celebration of your marriage—just a mere six months ago—this is the first of what you hope to be many christmases together, but when you voice your excitement in the form of a giddy little laugh as you gush something about decorating the christmas tree, dabi doesn’t entirely get it.

it’s no secret that his adolescent years weren’t exactly picture-perfect, but still, he has some memory of the busyness of the kitchen as his mother had stressed over baking dozens upon dozens of mince pies (the traditional kind, as a then-youngster natsuo had gone through a phase of refusing to eat anything that wasn’t meat-based). but, spending majority of his adult life as a villain means that it’s been many years since he’s been privy to the hustle and bustle of preparing for the holidays, along with the mad dash of last minute preparations, because, believe it or not, villains are usually a tad too busy to be thinking about christmas presents. and even though your million-watt smile is enough to brighten the gentle twinkle in his eye when he catches you peeking at him whilst busying yourself baking those very same mince pies that his mother had made all those years ago, he suspects that your enthusiasm is slightly played upon, all for his sake.

but, despite the fact that he’s evidently not as excited as you are—because, really, he doesn’t need the presents that you keep stuffing underneath the abstractedly-decorated tree—he still goes out of his way to buy you a gift of your own.

and it’s carnage.

he hasn’t a clue what he’s looking for, second-guessing each time he spots something that he suspects that you may like, and after a particularly dreadful venture into the local bookstore, he has no choice but to leave when he becomes dangerously close to setting the place on fire. the trials and errors of gift shopping seem to serve only to frustrate him further, because despite the fact that you now bare his surname, he soon realises that, actually, there’s a lot that he doesn’t know about you.

he doesn’t know your favourite foods, mainly because he’s never been a particularly fussy eater himself, so he doesn’t have a favourite of his own. that, and as far as he’s noticed, you don’t harbour any strange eating habits, so he’s never bothered to ask if there’s anything that you don’t enjoy. the same goes with drink; he’s never been a heavy drinker, but when the two you do indulge, you’ve always been more than happy to share whatever liquor he’s chosen for the night. there’s a horrifyingly quiet moment when he dares to ponder if you’d simply done so just to please him, and that leaves a sour taste on his tongue.

clothes are also a no-go. he’s only ever been interested in removing yours, and usually, it is you who is in charge of updating even his own wardrobe whenever the seasons change. he’s also loathe to admit that he doesn’t actually know your dress size, pausing upon the realisation in the middle of a clothing store—that looks far too obnoxious for both your tastes (and his own)—so abruptly that some poor lady almost chins him as she’s force to come to a sudden halt in the middle of the aisle. he pointedly ignores the well aimed glare that is shot toward him, which only intensifies when she appears to recognise just who he is. only, that pretty little glare of hers morphs into an expression of unabashed horror when he sneers down at her with a wicked flash of his teeth, and there’s a pang of triumph that gnaws at his chest when she scurries away as fast as her ridiculously thin heels will allow her. eventually, he makes the mistake of asking toga, and she’s just as useless as he is—some frills or lace should do, no? she’d cackled down the phone, and he’d promptly terminated the call—and all too soon, he’s reached the point of which he’s ready to give up.

only, as he’s making his way home—and most definitely not sulking—from his peripheral vision, he spots just the very place that should’ve been an obvious first choice from the beginning of this disaster of a trip.

a jewellers.

at the time of your marriage, his finances hadn’t exactly been anything to brag about, so the idea of wedding rings had been forfeited in favour of paying for a decent service instead. he may not have been able to afford to put a ring on your finger, but he made damn well sure that you got the wedding of your dreams.

and now, as he ducks into the entranceway, listening to the tittering tinkle of the bell that sings the announcement of his arrival, he decides that he’s going to give you the christmas of your dreams, too.

and, despite the fact that, initially, he didn’t understand the appeal of the joyous holiday, less that twelve hours have passed and he’s smothering the urge to grimace upon the recognisable sensation of his stomach twisting with nerves. you’re already grinning so wide that the apples of your cheeks are rounded with the efforts of your giddiness, and you trace your fingertips over the shoddily wrapped box that he’d almost thrown across the room when he just couldn’t make his gift-wrapping look as pretty as yours. it looks a mess—there’s far too much cello-tape, and the paper has crinkled and faded after being folded and unfolded several times during the ordeal.

still, you’re happy, and dabi is awed, once again, at the sheer loveliness of your smile.

with your bottom lip pinched between your teeth, you tug your way through the unforgiving amount of paper that definitely wasn’t needed, and from where he lazes against his favourite cushion, long legs splayed across the length of the settee, dabi watches, keenly, as you reveal the very gift that he’d chosen all by himself.

there are already tears pooling into the corners of your eyes as you pop open the lid, and he hears the hitch of your breath. ‘y-you—’ you’re swallowing, thickly, unshed tears teetering upon the tips of your lashes, but when you manage to tear your gaze toward him, it is dabi who has to pretend that he doesn’t feel a tad nauseous because of the nerves that are chewing at his insides. ‘dabi,’ you breathe, ‘touya—i—’

‘couldn’t get you one ‘fore,’ he mumbles, the tips of his ears hot. ‘wanted to put a ring on you, make your finger look real pretty.’

and then, whatever he thought he may have said next is punched from straight out of his lungs when you literally launch yourself into his lap, arms curling tight around his waist. it’s instinct; easy now, the way that he returns your embrace, when once, there was a time when the mere thought of touching another would’ve repulsed him. he’s come a long way, he knows this, and in you, he’s found a home of which he belongs. welcoming the scent of you into the expanse of his lungs, he inhales, deeply, nuzzling the tip of his nose into the warmth of the pulse at your throat.

after, with another coy tug of the corner of your mouth, your voice is as sweet as honey when you ask him to place it on you.

your mouth moulds to the shape of his, all sweet tongues and the occasional bump of teeth, and the taste of salt sits on the flat of his tongue as it swipes over your bottom lip, again and again, and again. there’s a coil in his gut that’s building with each press of your lips, and after, with another coy tug of the corner of your mouth, your voice is honeyed when you ask him to place the ring upon your finger.

there’s a pause, a quiet one as the band is gently smoothed over the bump of your left knuckle.

and there, sits the very embodiment of dabi’s adoration for you.

his thumb strokes over the polished stone that aligns with the month of your birth, and though he’s not very good with his words, for what it’s worth, dabi silently sends thanks to whichever entity is responsible for your existence. your smile is large enough to match the glimmer of warmth that softens the corners of his own lips, and the sight of your unabashed joy is well worth every effort it took to buy it in the first place.

he’d once promised you the wedding of your dreams, and he’d also promised to gift you the christmas of your dreams, too.

and though the extent of his past sins may mean that he’s not naive enough to believe that he deserves this, this life, this marriage—because, truly, he knows that he doesn’t deserve you—in each lifetime, he’d do it all over again.

for you.

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hiiii! ♡♡ i hope ur doing well (≧◡≦) ( i have a request if it's okay. may i have headcanons with hawks and a civilian reader who is veryyyyy affectionate? like, the reader loves hugging him, planting kisses on his cheeks and forehead, calling hawks with "sweetheart, darling, my pretty bird", asking about his day, stuff like that. uhm, actually i just want to see hawks showered in love like he deserves heheh (≧◡≦) ♡ thank youuuu!! ♡♡♡♡

a/n: I love wholesome requests like this!! 😭

Hawks with a very affectionate s/o

This dude is READY to race home when he’s done with work, he loves the affection you give him when he arrives home to you. Once he walks through the door you’re already there kissing his cheeks and asking him how his day was, he could literally just melt into your touch right now if he could. He doesn’t even want dinner he just wants to cuddle with you, he likes laying his head down on your chest as you gently brush his hair. If you touch his wings he will literally just sigh happily into your chest, some of his feathers puffing up at your affection.

Absolutely loves the names you call him, especially when you call him your pretty bird while planting kisses on his forehead. Brags about it to endeavor like “yeah my s/o calls me their pretty bird and they don’t ever lie” you BOOST this man’s ego, also brags about having a super affectionate s/o to any pro-hero. Yeah his fans will say that he’s amazing and etc, but it is way more meaningful when you say it to him. Every word you say to him and moment you two spend together he holds them very dearly, even while fighting against a villain he’ll always remember what you said to him. So if any villain wanted to hurl insults to him he can quickly block it out and remember what you said to him beforehand, that’s why whenever news reporters ask him what his motivation is he’ll tell them it’s someone who gives him encouragement (aka you)

Whenever Hawks is around you he feels like he can finally let his guard down, he’s dealing with a lot at the moment. So when he comes back home to you he feels like he doesn’t need to be Hawks the second ranked hero, he can just be Keigo. He can just go long hours cuddling into your chest and listening to your heartbeat, it almost soothes him to sleep as well.

Mc that likes touching/tracing their pact marks? Like they randomly tap on it pat it or trace random shapes on it?

I'm not sure if this is exactly what you had in mind, if not I'm sorry! Also sorry for taking so long I have no excuse lol. I couldn't think of anything for Asmo or barb but I might write one for them later if I think of something.

Enjoy!!

Lucifer-

Lucifer had never been in a pact before you so he had absolutely no clue what to really expect. He was sitting in his room doing paperwork when he felt a gentle, very gentle tapping on his inner wrist, gentle tapping that turned into small circular motions then back to tapping. He moved his wrist to his face to observe the spot and only saw the small star that symbolized his pact with you. “I better look into this.” He muttered to himself before setting down his pen and pulling out his phone, he spent a good twenty minutes looking but couldn't find anything helpful. “Perhaps lord Diavalo will know what this is.” He thought as he opened the prince's contact and hit the call button. The phone rang only a single time before Diavalo picked up, “Lucifer? You don’t normally call around this time. Did something happen?” The prince knew something must have happened for the firstborn to call out of the blue. “My apologies Diavalo, about twenty minutes ago a felt a strange tapping on my wrist, right where my pact mark is. I'm not sure why it's bothering me so much but I wanted to know if you knew what it could be.” A large grin made its way to Diavalos face, “I’m not surprised that you don't know,  you’ve never been in a pact before, I also had this feeling before but Barbados explained it to me. Your feeling what MC is feeling where the pact mark is. MC tends to caress the marks, it's actually quite comforting once you know it's them.” Lucifer hung up and set his phone down, he covered his mouth with his hands as a heavy blush adorned his face, he didn’t know why but to him it felt so intimate in a different way than he was used to. It was such a wholesome sort of affection that Lucifer had never even imagined before and for some reason, it flustered him like nothing else. He felt the gentle circular motions again and nearly melted in his seat, he felt like a kid with their first crush but at the moment it didn’t matter.

Mammon-

It took him a while to figure it out, he figured it was some weird pact thing and thought it would go away. It didn't go away, it never irritated him like he thought, it felt like someone was tracing symbols on his shoulder and sometimes on his chest and it was really comforting. He was feeling it right now at the casino, he was about to recklessly bet a lot of money but when the feeling started he suddenly felt like he should call it a night. You were the only one who could ever get him to quit early but you weren’t here right now so why was he suddenly feeling responsible?

He got his answer as soon as he stepped into his room. There you were, laying on his bed and tracing the feathers of his pact mark on your shoulder and he suddenly felt stupid for not putting the pieces together before. He was feeling you and your worry for him is what made him stop before he went too far. “Oi, what are you doing?” He acted annoyed but his heart was melting. When you heard his voice you perked up immediately, “Your back early!” Mammon couldn’t stop his smile at your happy expression, “Yeah, just felt responsible tonight ya know? Also, I couldn't just leave my human all alone now could I?” As he spoke he climbed into his bed with you and pulled you close to his chest, now that you were unable to see his face he let his smile turn love-struck as he held you close. 

Leviathan-

He fell out of his chair the first time he felt it, it scared the crap out of him, “Ahh!” He pulled up his pant leg to see if something was crawling on him but saw nothing, “Levi! What's wrong?” You sat up from where you lied in his bathtub bed and looked over at him, “N-nothing! I.. I just felt something touching my thigh.” He calmed down from the shock and got back into his chair. You knew, you knew immediately what he felt but weren’t going to tell him, not yet anyway. You waited until he was comfortably in his chair again then traced the pact mark starting from your ankle and going up to your thigh, Levi jumped again and once again pulled his pant leg up to check if something was there. 

You couldn't keep it together and started laughing, “Why are you laughing at me!” He cried, you quickly got out of the tub and sat down in his lap, giggling more at his flustered expression. “Levi look.” you put your hand on your thigh where part of the mark was and gave a squeeze, in turn, Levi felt a gentle squeeze on his own thigh. "The pact mark connects us more than I thought!" You giggled again as Levi wrapped his arms around your shoulders and hid his face on the back of your neck. "D-don't scare me like that!" He kept his flustered face hidden against your neck. "Ok, I'm sorry Sweetheart." You took one of his hands in yours and gave a gentle squeeze.

Satan-

He already did extensive research on pacts, when Asmo first made a pact with Solomon he wanted to know everything there was to know about them. He even forced Asmo to answer a ton of questions regarding the pact. He began doing his own experiments when he entered his pack with you though and today's test would be the pact mark itself. “MC, are you busy right now?” He knew you weren’t since you were only sitting on the couch with a snoozing Belphegor on your lap. “Not at the moment, why?” You turned your gaze from your phone to him, “I require your immediate assistance with something. Would you mind joining me in my room?” You looked down to Belphie then back to Satan, “Sorry, Belphie is-” “Great, thank you MC I greatly appreciate it.” He grabbed the collar of Belphies shirt and gently tossed him off your lap and onto the ground, “Shall we?” Satan smiled innocently at you while offering you his hand. ‘You are so mean, take me.” You accepted his hand and he pulled you to your feet and began leading you away. “Asshole.” You heard Belphie mutter bitterly as you walked.

Earlier when he and Asmo were doing some ‘detective’ work he felt something caressing his hip, gently tracing the mark around his hips that matched yours. He immediately abandoned the detective work to test the theory he just thought up. “So what's all this about?” You asked, “Just a little experiment, don't worry it's nothing big.” Satan said as he let go of your hand, “Could I see my pact mark?” He asked, he seemed almost giddy, “of course.” You held back a giggle as you lifted your shirt just a little and tugged your pants down just enough to fully show off the thorned vine mark that wrapped around your hips. Satan's smile widened when he saw it, he always loved seeing his mark on you. “Now just hold still a moment.” He moved to put his hand on your waist but stopped before he made contact, “may I?” as soon as he got your approval his hand met your skin and he gently traced the mark that went around your waist, feeling a similar feeling himself, “I knew it.” He smiled proudly, “Knew what?” You were doing your best not to squirm but the way he traced the mark ticked. “I can feel when our shared mark is being touched. I felt it not long ago and had to come test it to be sure.” You rolled your eyes and moved to kiss his forehead, “You're such a nerd. I love you.” Satan ignored the nerd comment and wrapped you in a comforting embrace.

Beelzebub-

He always gets this love-struck look on his face whenever he feels you touching the mark and sometimes(always) will seek you out. "MC, there you are." He feels so happy when he sees you absentmindedly tracing the mark while scrolling on your phone or doing any other activity. "Beel! Perfect timing, I was just about to go looking for you. Do you wanna go to madam screams with me?” Beel nodded, “We should invite Belphie too. Do you know where he is?” Beel asked, usually Belphie would be using you as a pillow but was nowhere to be seen at the moment. “Nope, how about we go look for him?” You reached out to Beel and he pulled you to your feet and into a tight hug. “Whoa, your awfully cuddly today!” You weren’t complaining though, “Sorry, I just wanna hold you.” He said sheepishly, “I don't mind! Hold me all you want.” He brought his hand up to where his pact mark was on your neck and very gently traced the web pattern. “Is the mark what made you feel so mushy?” You asked with an amused smile, “Yeah, I get happy when I feel you touch it.” You felt your face heat up and wrapped your arms around Beel the best you could. “You’re so cute!” you heard snickering not far from where you stood and turned to see Belphie laughing at the two of you. “Cringe.” You rolled your eyes at him, “Shut up Belphie I know you wanna join us!” You reached out to him and he eagerly joined your hug. “Wanna go to Madan screams with us Belphie?” Beel asked him after a few moments, “How could I say no? Let's go.” 

Belphegor-

When he feels it he feels very cocky about it because he knows it's not a spot you can get to easily considering it's in between your shoulder blades. He knows you’re thinking of him when he feels your touch on his matching mark. “What's got you grinning like that Belphie?” Mammon asked, “MC.” He responded vaguely, “How? They’re not even here right now there at home sick.” Mammon rolled his eyes at his youngest brother, “I’m gonna go see them. Tell Beel where I went.” Belphie got up and left the classroom, ignoring Mamon telling him that Lucifer would be mad.

“MC, there you are.” He entered your room so silently that you didn't even notice him until he said something. “Belphie? What are you doing here?” You asked, you were lying on your stomach with your hand reaching up your back to touch Belphies pact mark. “I felt like coming back to take care of you, is that so wrong?” You knew he only came because he felt you touching the mark and that's exactly what you wanted. “I’m glad you came but won’t Luci be mad?” You asked, “Ew, don't call him Luci in front of me. Now scoot over.” He invited himself into your bed and Kowalad himself around you, “Belphie what if you get sick?” You relaxed into his embrace but still worried about the demon. “You’re human illnesses have no effect on me.” He murmured before promptly passing out. You shook your head with a grin, before falling asleep yourself.

Diavolo-

He gets the biggest smile on his face when he feels you touching his mark and it only makes him happier to see you doing it. When you’re in meetings and he sees you idly tracing the mark he had to restrain himself from pulling you to his side and holding you for the rest of the meeting. “Diavolo?” He was snapped from his thoughts by Lucifer, “Oh sorry. I got a little distracted.” Dia had been shamelessly staring at you the entire meeting like a lovestruck puppy. “Perhaps we should exclude MC from these meetings and inform them of everything after, seeing as you can't keep your eyes off them for even a moment.” Barbados said with a dangerous smile, “Now now there's no need for that! MC come sit beside me.” Your amused giggle made Diavolo's heart flutter, “Will you be able to focus better with me by your side?” You asked, “I believe so, now if you would.” You got up from your spot beside Lucifer and sat beside Diavolo. He moved your arm to rest on his thigh so he could trace his pact mark himself.

next time

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warnings: dabi being a menace (as always), injury and violence mention

You’ve been in a lot of hairy and otherwise life-threatening situations as a pro-hero. There’s the time you got pinned under a car, and that other time you were held at gunpoint. Oh! And there was even one afternoon where you’d ended up strung up by your ankle from a skyscraper window. Dangling 400 feet above cold, hard cement really encourages a person to reconsider their life choices (but apparently not enough to make you quit your job).

So curling up against the cool, stinky metal of a dumpster in some back alley in Hosu City with notorious League of Villains member Dabi crouching in front of you like the cat that got the cream, all things considered, really isn’t that surprising.

Your leg is busted, so you can’t run. And with the heavens above as your witness, you’d tried. The only good it served was to send bile up your throat and white hot pain shooting through the meat of your thigh. Not smart. Your side burns and blood bullies through the gaps between your fingers, sticky and wet from the blast of a scummy criminal some ten minutes earlier. You hunch further against the dumpster, the adrenaline racing from your bloodstream leaves your body feeling tired, limbs leaden. You can’t fight anymore.

Feeling defeated, you huff a sigh and close your eyes. “Here to cut off all my limbs, leave me for dead? Isn’t that what you villains get up to on Monday nights?” 

“Dismemberment isn’t really my thing, doll.”

“Arson then? That seems to be more your speed.”

Dabi offers you a lazy smile. “Arson’s fine.”

“Mmm, nice,” your side throbs and you wince. “Well? Hero barbecue tonight? ‘M sure the League would love that.”

Your comment goes ignored. “It’s nice to see you again, little hero. Rough night?”

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HOW FANS FIND OUT YOU’RE DATING: SAKUSA VER.

gn!reader | timeskip!sakusa

sakusa wanted to marry you. he had said as much drunk and clinging to you, and while sober, falling asleep to your voice and fingers running through his hair. but he knew he’d have to wait, be careful with what could happen if word got out msby’s sakusa kiyoomi had a significant other.

but even kiyoomi couldn’t help himself from getting rings. promise rings, he emphasized to you.

he handed the carefully wrapped box to you, tense, only able to hope you'd like them but ready to return them at your word. you looked up after opening the gift, and his heart skipped a beat. “kiyo—”

“it’s a promise ring,” he said quickly and softly. “they’re just promise rings. don’t worry. i just…” he reached into his pocket to take out his own. his ears embarrassingly hot as he tried to explain, “i wanted us to have them.”

“...unless you don’t like them, or this is still a little–”

“‘omi.” he froze at your voice, and you stepped forward to wrap your arms around his neck as he held you to his chest. “it's perfect. thank you.”

and he’s careful. so, so careful to keep his safe and always on him, even if it's hidden in a pocket somewhere, only out so he can kiss it before each game. and that’s why it's a shock, especially to him, when a reporter comments on it during a press interview.

“sakusa, would that happen to be a ring on your finger there?”

that's all it takes for kiyoomi’s mind to blank. he had fiddled with it while on a call with you, what? 10, 15 minutes ago? and apparently the voices of his teammates caught him so off guard that he forgot to put it away before being called over.

kiyoomi wasn't stupid—the opposite, really. with everyone's eyes on him, he knew there was no believable way out of this. his eyes flicker down to where the band of metal sat and stared back, as if taunting him for his mistake, and all he can say is “yes.”

a grimace pulls at his lips when the camera flashes seem to get brighter at the word, and he can feel the stares of his team and management unintentionally burning holes into him. the reporter moves a little closer. “does that mean—”

“no, i’m not married, or engaged.”

“ah,” she replies, shifting a little in her seat again. her confusion was evident, and she hesitates in confirming, “so it’s just a ring, then?”

“no.”

“i–i’m sorry?”

“it’s a promise ring," kiyoomi explains. and he sees the reporter is about to speak again, but he's quicker. “yes, i'm in a relationship. but that’s all i have to say about it today, thank you.”

so the interview carries on with his announcement in the air, and he can feel an oncoming headache when he overhears the trending headlines and hashtags after they're done. "sakusa kiyoomi confirms he's in a relationship!", "how long has sakusa been dating somebody? is he secretly married?", and apparently threads of images where fans tried to collect evidence for and against it all.

it's too much, and his mind's muddled and reeling by the time he gets home. he doesn't know what to do or what to say next; the only thing kiyoomi knows for certain is that he has to find you. so he takes off his shoes and jacket, padding up to your shared bedroom. slowly, he opens the door to see you in bed on your phone, and he wonders if you're reading the news.

“hey,” you greet him quietly.

“hi.” he breathes. opening your arms, you gesture for him to join you under the covers and he complies easily. he makes his way into your arms, face burying into the crook of your neck. there's a few seconds where neither of you speak until he finally mumbles, “i’m sorry.”

and he knows you know what he’s apologizing for. kiyoomi also knows you won’t be upset, he just thinks you should be; he had one job outside of volleyball, and it was to keep you safe. but your voice remains gentle as you begin to rub circles on his back, “why are you apologizing? you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“tell that to everyone else.”

“well, they all love me so i’m sure i could pull some strings for you. y’know, keep you out of trouble.”

he huffs, “you say that as if it isn’t accurate.” you feel him frown against your skin and a laugh escapes you. hearing the sound, kiyoomi can't stop himself from smiling despite the nerves in his stomach.

he licks his lips and using his thumb, spins the promise ring on his hand before asking you, “you know i won’t tell them anything else, right? unless you wanted to?”

“yeah, of course i do. never worried about that.”

“we’ll have a meeting this week to figure out what to do, or say, or whatever. i’ll—”

“the only thing you’ll be doing right now is resting,” you cut him off. he moves to look up at you and opens his mouth to speak, stopping himself when you run your thumb against the nape of his neck. “you’ve had a long enough day, ‘omi. leave that for tomorrow.”

“but—”

“nope, sleep time. i better hear you snoring.”

he frowns. “i don’t snore.”

“oh really? you’re gonna say that to me?” a smile dances on your lips and kiyoomi scoffs, a smile already on his own, before nudging your cheek with his finger, and you feel the cool metal of his promise against your skin.

“but seriously, we can figure it all out later. and if this is how everyone finds out then, you know. it won't change anything, maybe just the amount of fan edits i get to watch,” you joke lightly.

kiyoomi blinks, both at the news of you watching fan edits and the implication of your words. “you think i'll lose fans?”

“what? oh, no, are you kidding? i think you'll gain a lot. 'hot, brooding volleyball player sakusa kiyoomi is actually a sweetheart who loves having his hair played with—” you let out a yelp as the aforementioned volleyball player suddenly pulls the blanket over your head. the both of you laugh as you take it off and pretend to be offended.

kiyoomi's gaze softens at your reaction, and instead of apologizing he says easily, “i love you.”

the words catch you off guard, but after a second you reply just the same, “i love you too.” and kiyoomi's heart aches at it—the way you comfort and love him so effortlessly. but it's soothed by the sensation of your own ring against his face as you hold his cheek, and the reminder that no matter what happens next, his reputation be damned, you'll both be alright.

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