Home Workout | Wakatoshi Ushijima

home workout | wakatoshi ushijima

summary — wakatoshi works out at home. he looks hot doing it.

pairing — wakatoshi ushijima x reader

warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. smut, blowjob, cum swallowing, pet name ‘my love’

word count — 1.3k

author’s note — please listen to this audio of wakatoshi (and kuroo) breathing heavily for the most effective experience

It’s not your fault your boyfriend is totally irresistible. He’s tempting you on purpose– you’re sure of it.

You’re trying so, so hard to focus on the reality show playing on the TV, but Waktoshi is being terribly obscene. A few feet away, he’s splayed out on a yoga mat, lifting dumbbells over his head.

It’s unintentional, the way he gasps and heaves and, ever so often, groans. It’s unintentional, yet it leaves you squeezing your thighs together and biting down on your tongue because your mind is starting to wander.

If you were a better person, you’d go to any other room in the house and let him work out in peace. But you stay seated, let your eyes creep over to the titan of a man in your living room.

He’s a powerhouse in every aspect. You’d think that maybe you’d be used to it after having him in your life for so long, but your eyes widen and drool pools in your mouth at the sight of him.

Thick, hard thighs. Veined arm muscles, straining. Carved pectorals and abdomen, clenching with every movement. Corded muscle over every inch of his body–a display of pure, unwavering strength. The manifestation of years of work he’s put into the sport he plays for a living now. Wakatoshi’s tan skin gleams with droplets of sweat, too, face flushed down to his chest.

It’s terribly, horribly teasing. It’s precisely what he looks like when he’s above you, rutting his powerful hips into yours relentlessly, face morphed into a mixture of concentration and bliss. It’s what he sounds like when he pounds away at you, brings you to tears from pure bliss.

You want him. You need him. Your mouth is too empty, you decide. So you stand, shuffling over to him with an edge of guilt.

“Can you stop?” you say, standing by his mat.

He pauses, thick eyebrows furrowing. Concern quickly fills his sharp features.

“What have I done, my love?”

“You’re hot. It’s distracting me,” you tell him, crossing your chest.

His shoulders sag when it hits him he hasn’t actually done anything wrong and he chuckles, a deep rumble in his broad chest. “I apologise. Can you forgive me?”

“I will if you let me suck your dick,” you say, already sinking to your knees between his robust thighs. There’s mischief dancing behind the batting of your eyelashes, enticing your sweet boyfriend.

Wakatoshi likes to think he’s focused– it’s what he’s been told all his life, by coaches and teachers alike. His concentration never wavers, his determination ever so stable. Around you, though? He becomes entirely unrelenting.

It’s why he doesn’t stop you as you paw at his jersey shorts, smoothing a hand up his thigh, along his crotch, up to the waistband. It’s why he nods when you peer up at him for permission to pull them down his legs, no matter how simple it would be for him to ask you politely to wait until he finishes the few reps he has left.

His boxers come down and his cock, half-hard, springs upwards in its entirety. Your fingertips barely touch when they wrap around the tanned flesh which jumps when you start stroking up and down gently.

Drool pools in your mouth, your lidded eyes dropping to the sight of your boyfriend’s perfect dick. With your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you pump up and down his veiny length until he’s rock hard and blushing and pearly rivulets of pre dribble from the slit of his tip.

That’s when you start to drag your tongue along him, from his base all the way to his head, watching attentively as his head falls back and he showcases his glistening Adam’s apple. He’s always so sensitive, falling apart at your slightest touch.

Your thumb teases his slit, smearing pre over his tip as it leaks while your tongue traces the veins that adorn his cock. And then, with a lustful hunger burning deep in your abdomen, your lips wrap around him and swallow.

You hardly give yourself a second to adjust as you take half of him without hesitation, tears welling and throat clenching as you adjust to the girthy intrusion. Wakatoshi hisses as his giant hand flies to your scalp, stopping you before you can push yourself any further.

“Easy, my love,” he says in a strained whisper.

It’s hard to take his advice when you peer up and catch the tensing of his hard muscles, the parting of his lips, and the affection that glimmers in his olive eyes. It urges you on, really.

You pull back with webs of spit connecting your lips to his cock, stomach fluttering as your boyfriend brings his hand to your cheek and strokes it with his thumb. A second later and you’re dipping your head back down to envelop your mouth around him, choosing to bob your head this time.

“Oh, f-” Wakatoshi cuts himself off with a groan, your throat so warm and tight around him that he shivers. He sighs when your free hand moves to grasp at one of his heavy balls, squeezing lightly but it’s just enough to make his cock throb in your mouth.

As you bob, you take him further and further until your nose is pressed to his pelvis and the dark wiry hairs of his happy trail tickle your skin. He squeezes his eyes shut from the jolts of pleasure that travel deep into his core, his brain turning to fog from the bliss of your slippery mouth. His flesh becomes seared, the blush on his cheeks seeping down to his chest.

Your throat clicks and splutters around him–he’s so big, not meant to be taken like this, and yet you do. With wet eyes and a numb mind, you keep him shoved down your mouth as your fingers take turns fondling one of his balls at a time.

Wakatoshi thinks he’s close to passing out. He can hardly remind himself to stave off his orgasm, too busy as he’s rapt by the burning pleasure of your tongue working his cock.

You pull away, heaving for air, but it’s only to mouth at his balls and suckle at them until they’re covered in your slobber. You trail your tongue along the underside of his cock next, watching him gulp– watching him slowly fall apart.

When you swirl your tongue and suck lightly at his tip, Wakatoshi moans. His abdomen tightens, his fingers scratching at your scalp as they tangle into your roots. He’s losing all semblance of composure. You can tell, from the way his thighs tense and ragged breaths fall from his lips.

“I’m- close,” he groans, low, through clenched teeth.

You’re bobbing your head again with determination, the lewd sounds every time you lower your mouth only bringing Wakatoshi to his edge more quickly. With your hand pumping up and down simultaneously, he doesn’t stand a chance.

His cock twitches in your mouth, and with a deep, rumbling groan that shakes his entire body, he releases. His warm load spills down your throat, his muscles bulging as pleasure wracks his huge body. A Roman god succumbing.

As you pull off of him to replenish your lungs, Wakatoshi’s mind is airy. To him, one thing becomes clear, however.

He lunges forward, scooping you up with ease despite having orgasmed just a moment ago.

“Wakatoshi!” you squeal as he tosses you upon the couch. He kisses you, messy, licking into your mouth like he’s trying to taste himself on your tongue. It makes your head spin.

“I’d like to make sure you’ll forgive me,” he says, still breathless and blushing. His hands wander up your t-shirt, fingertips brushing at your skin making you shiver. “Will you let me return the favour, please?”

The Very First Night (mha boys x you)

summary: you lose a bet and volunteer for a blind dating show for pro heroes. here's how the dates go with dynamight, shoto, and deku.

wc: 1k

cw/tags: aged up characters, mentions of food and eating, very very slight manga spoilers, reader is also a pro hero, language, just fluff and mha boys being idiots in love

note: asdjflasdkjalfksd i had so much fun writing this so i hope you enjoy !! this is what i offer you while i continue to chip away at all my wips <3

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated :)

Bakugo Katsuki/Dynamight

he also lost a bet either to kirishima or denki lol

still puts in 100% because he'll be damned if he's with someone attractive and doesn't exceed their standards his pride can't take it

he takes you to a night market and pays for all of your food as long as he's allowed to freely critique it

questions why the fuck everything is fried

"HOW DO THEY FRY LEMONADE ITS A FUCKING DRINK"

"it should be considered a federal offense to add more fucking batter to a slice of cake"

"who the fuck would eat any of this- don't say you because i won't let you"

if you try to eat dessert first he'll steer you to savory items

and by steer i mean pick you up and throw you over his shoulder and walk away leaving the cameramen in the dust

if you're waiting in line to buy more food he'll heat his hands up and keep the trays warm <3

doesn't let you hold anything and is insistent on balancing all of your food on his arms

when you sit down with him you find he's actually hilarious and easy to talk to

like you're spraying fruit punch from your nostrils because of how hard he makes you laugh

it feeds his ego when you're cackling so hard you can't breathe and he just grins

if you have a crumb or something on your face he'll wipe it off with his thumb and call you messy (affectionately)

when you're done eating he follows behind you patiently as you browse through the different artisans' tables

he's very confused as to why people are fascinated with crystals

"i think this one is supposed to bring romance?"

"it's a fucking rock."

"hmm. guess it's not working.."

"shut up you don't need the rock you have me."

if someone looks at you for too long he'll get all protective and scowl even though he just met you

if there's a live band playing he'll either talk shit on the drummer or ask to play with them for a song so he can show off to you

he'll nonchalantly slide an arm around your shoulder and pull you closer to him at the end of the night

he doesn't have any charm at all, just straight arrogance and self-assurance and it's hot as fuck

he doesn't ask for a second date

he just texts you a time he'll be at your house to pick you up, blind date camera crew or not

Todoroki Shoto

was signed up to participate by his publicist because he's notorious for not attending press events or any media conferences

still rei didn't raise no BITCH so he goes all out to impress you even before you meet him

brings you flowers that he thought were pretty (doesn't matter if there's a meaning to them or not, he wasn't paying attention)

first you get coffee and pastries at a cat cafe (and if you're allergic then he'll take you to an upscale cafe and go on a walk with you in the park)

BUT BACK TO THE CAT CAFE

for whatever reason the cats just

gravitate to him

they like when he heats up his left side and just snuggle up against him

you're literally speechless from how cute it is

"what do i do now"

"you let them lay there, shoto"

"but my pastry"

you roll your eyes jokingly and feed him a bite of his pastry

he looks like one of the cats when he opens his mouth and takes the bite

when he wants another bite he'll just open his mouth like a toddler

if your coffee gets cold he'll just warm it up again

he talks to you openly in a low tone that the mics can't really pick up and that's the point he wants this shit to be secret

he doesn't ever want to go on another blind date again

just more dates with you

he may seem like a himbo but he knows exactly what he's doing to win you over

after the cat cafe you get soba (surprise surprise)

you switch bowls to try his food and let him try yours

you end up finishing his and he ends up finishing yours

if you have time he'll go window shopping with you and take note of what you linger by so he can buy it for you in the future

yeah mans is in love as soon as you feed him the pastry but he doesn't know how to express it yet

so instead he just shows up at your house and asks if you're free for a second date

"wait, like right now second date?"

"yes let's go"

"i need to get shoes, hold on"

"i'll buy you new ones. let's go."

Midoriya Izuku/Deku

signed up because he thought it would be fun and wanted to make new friends

but then oh boy

he saw you

and poor dude didn't know how to act so

ALL MIGHT MUSEUM

no i'm just kidding

ya know rogers the musical

he'd take you to see that

except it's all might and deku

is shocked when he is in it but he's played by a girl (ember island players anyone) who's doing like gymnastics all over the set that is definitely not his style

he's literally shrinking into his seat and covering his face with his hands like it's a horror movie

you end up laughing really hard together about how inaccurate the storyline is

during the part about vigilante deku the costume is so bad that you're in tears

"why do you look like the easter bunny?"

"it's supposed to be like all might's but they weren't THAT huge"

you're like grabbing his bicep in shock and slapping his hand when something exciting happens and he's not even watching the show anymore

he's watching you :)

you scream when bakugo is hurt during the first fight with shigaraki and izuku is very quick to remind you that kacchan is, in fact, alive

at the finale of the show you're curled up next to his body and he has his arm around you as you just watch in shock how badly they screw up the ending

"i'm fighting demons in my head to not pull down the curtain early with blackwhip"

"izuku.."

"do you think if i released fog everywhere they'd stop the show forever"

"IZUKU"

he's a little embarrassed but you honestly have the time of your life

afterwards he buys you ice cream and you sit on the street and just talk for hours and hours about your interests until the cameramen have to clock out

even afterward you still keep talking

you ramble just as much as he does

he loves to listen to you just as much as he loves to share about his life

he talks about his mom a lot lmao and all might and bakugo and basically all of his friends

definitely wants to introduce you to them even if you don't end up dating (but you do)

he asks for a second date right then and there

Hey<3

I hope you're having a lovely day like you♡

I have a lil request which is OM brothers accidentally hitting MC maybe in the face or smth.

Thank you in advance ☺

a/n: considering the daily chaos that ensues at the HoL, I could see a lot of accidents happening. plus, they're demons—maybe they forget their own strength, y'know?

➤ when accidents happen | the demon brothers

1.1k words | sfw | hurt/comfort | gn!reader

Lucifer makes a grab for someone—probably Mammon or Satan—who ducks behind you at the last moment, causing his hand to swipe across your cheek or forehead instead. You rub the sore spot and start sputtering angrily at them, glaring back and forth between Lucifer's bewildered expression and the guilty face of the sibling he was reaching for. Their little fight is momentarily forgotten when they both comfort you and make sure you're okay. Lucifer feels the most guilt and over the next few days, you catch him staring at your face like he's trying to make absolutely sure you're not injured or holding a grudge against him. He eventually remembers how this whole situation started, and his sibling's delayed punishment is much more severe because you were caught in the crossfire.

Mammon nearly crashes into you in his rush to escape Lucifer or Levi's wrath. You have no idea what the shouting down the hall is about—maybe he spent too much money at the casino again or maybe he broke something valuable. All you know is that you're heading to the library and minding your own business when Mammon comes tearing around the corner at lightning-fast speed. It's comical how quickly his expression morphs from surprise to horror when he realizes you're in his path. He grazes your side even though he changes direction to avoid hitting you head-on. He loses his balance and the momentum sends him crashing to the floor. Whoever was chasing him catches up to him and there's gonna be hell to pay, but Mammon managed to avoid seriously hurting you and that's all he really cares about.

Levi shifts into his demon form when he's cuddled with you in his tub but he doesn't always realize it. You wake up most mornings with his tail wrapped around part of you: your arm, your waist, one of your legs. When Levi gets excited, his tail thumps against the porcelain. (You can't help but think about an excited dog wagging his tail, but you keep that comparison to yourself.) You usually fall asleep curled around each other, but sometimes his tail flails around enough that it wakes you up. Tonight his tail flicks roughly against the tip of your nose, and your eyes water from surprise and the initial burst of pain. You're fine again within a couple minutes, but that doesn't stop Levi from apologizing profusely and he nearly sobd with embarrassment over the whole thing.

Satan has better control over his frustration and rage now than when you first met him, but he still needs some sort of outlet when he feels overwhelmed. He usually storms off to his room and deals with it privately. You've offered him the solution of screaming into a pillow, but it's not soothing for him like it can be for you. He often destroys something instead—ripping a book to shreds (and regretting it later) or throwing something against the wall. Whatever's in his hand becomes collateral damage. If he forgets you're in his room too, it can be dangerous. He's never thrown something at you, but poor aim and bad luck means that whatever he sends flying against the wall can ricochet into pieces and hit you after. It's like a bucket of cold water dumping over his head when your little noise of surprise catches his attention, and he fusses over you endlessly while he makes sure you're not really hurt. He doesn't think it's funny when you grin and remind him that you're still in better shape than his now-destroyed coffee mug is.

Asmo rarely hurts you even by accident, and usually it's in silly moments of clumsy excitement. Today he painted his nails with a new nail art technique he hasn't tried before. You both lean down at the same time to admire his work and his forehead smacks into yours. You're both a little stunned and your eyes water from the shock rather than actual pain. He breaks out into giggles when you whine his name and try to blame him even though it's really no one's fault. Asmo accepts responsibility anyway and he apologizes profusely, but he hesitates to hug you when his nails are still wet and tacky with polish. He opens his arms wide so you can wrap your arms around his chest instead. He peppers your head with kisses and promises to make it up to you as soon as his nails are dry.

Usually Beel polishes off all the leftovers at dinner. Some nights you want extra helpings too, and it's like a mad dash to help yourself before Beel does. Tonight you both reach for the dish of hellfire scalloped potatoes at the same time. Your fingers grab the side of the dish first, but his fingers squeeze around yours immediately after. His grip is tight—too tight—and you wince from the pressure of his fingers digging into hand and the uncomfortable heat of the ceramic dish against your palm. Mammon grabs his fork and stabs Beel's hand with it on your behalf. Beel looks so guilty when he pulls his arm away and insists that you can have the rest. His stomach growls in protest, but you know it was an accident and you're not really hurt. After you shake the stiffness from your fingers, you scoop some of the food onto his plate before helping yourself to the rest. Later on, he offers to take you out for ice cream as an apology.

When Belphie sleeps, he has some cursory awareness of what's going on around him but he tries to block it out. He's not easy to move around, either—his body is like dead weight, heavy and awkward and unyielding. When you nap together, he usually falls asleep and doesn't move around too much. You might scoot away when his body next to yours causes you to overheat, but he tends to stay exactly how he is. It's days when he has active dreams or bad nightmares that things can get a little awkward. He might wrap an arm around you suddenly and it's nearly impossible to wiggle free, and sometimes his tail makes an appearance and drapes over you when he feels particularly clingy. Sometimes your arm ends up pinched against the mattress after he rolls on top of you in his sleep. He'll wake up when he realizes it's you trying to get his attention, but his apologies for nearly crushing you don't sound very sincere. Once he's lifted himself off you, he lets you get repositioned first then he cuddles up beside you again. As he drifts off to sleep, he grumbles under his breath about how it couldn't have been that bad.

barbarian bakugou who leaves his mother’s village to earn the right of chief. who leaves you with the first beast’s tooth he’s ever slayed, a promise. he’s going to come back–for you. you who he’s only kissed once or twice in secret but has loved you since you were even smaller than you were when you promised yourself to him, cutting off a lock of your hair and braiding it into one of his spiky tufts. 

years pass, so much more time than your tender heart had thought and the two of you grow up apart. there are no letters. no word of him except for a few murmured rumors from other villages. they say he has tamed a dragon–a feat that would secure his spot as chief without question. a season passes and he still doesn’t return home. it breaks your heart. you think of it as a rejection. you think you are a fool for waiting on a promise that was made by a young boy who had barely lived.

you find your purpose along the way, apprenticing under the elderly healer who is willing to share all her secrets with you, you grow into yourself. you never take the necklace off but the puppy love you once had for the absent red-cheeked boy you fell in love with is now just a fond memory that you smile at while you crush herbs and mix salves. you have learned to mend the wound caused by your naivety.

eventually. you open yourself up to another man. another warrior who makes your cheeks warm and your mouth go wide. you take the necklace off, wrap it in cloth and keep it in the box of your most treasured memories. 

you learn of his return through your own apprentice. she’s a flurry of excitement and tugs you out of your healers tent. she tells you bakugou has returned on the back of a dragon that carries an assortment of valuables they tell tales of all his adventures over these years. you don’t know why, but your heart skips a beat and you have a tightness in your belly–anticipation. you let yourself be dragged along to the village center.

the moment you see him, you stop in your tracks. he’s changed so much. no longer the boy you had snuck out of your bedroom in the middle of the night to stare at the stars with. he’s big–bigger than any man you’ve ever seen and covered in scars and around his neck is an arrangement of beastial teeth. it’s then he sees you. without even a breath to ready yourself he’s charging towards you. he shrugs off the many hands reaching for him and looks at no one but you.

you go utterly still at the warmth in his eyes and take a step back, he’s older, but he’s still the same red-cheeked boy with his sharp grin and spiky tufts, you see the braid–your braid still proudly worn and your foolish heart squeezes. he’s reaching for you…stops, stares at your own neck, wearing someone else’s promise.

Karma (pro!Bakugo Katsuki x You)

summary: a creep follows you at night, but your boyfriend is a pro hero on patrol.

word count: ~700

cw: villain following reader home, swearing

tags: angst/comfort, happy ending, established relationship

note: hi hi hi, i've been working on the todoroki x seamstress!reader series so i haven't had time to write big one-shots for other characters, but this is something that popped into my head. short and sweet, yk? i couldn't get the lyric "karma is my boyfriend, karma is a god" out of my mind, so thank you dr. taylor swift. hope you enjoy :)

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated <3

“I have a boyfriend,” you said shortly over your shoulder, slightly increasing your pace as the man behind you attempted to keep up. As soon as you noticed the stranger tailing you from afar, you tapped the band around your wrist that you were gifted for your first anniversary. Short-short-short, long, long, long, short-short-short. SOS. 

The man had been following you for several blocks, now; you were sure of it. At first, he’d walked parallel to you on the other side of the street after you’d nabbed some last-minute groceries for hosting your boyfriend’s parents the next day. You could have asked him to pick up your order on his way home, but you had no clue when his shift ended. When you approached the neighborhood with your shared apartment, you cut a sharp turn to lead the man away from your home. He crossed the road, then, and blood pounded in your ears as you sensed him coming up behind you.

Spinning to face him, you glared at him with as much confidence as you could muster, your pointer finger poised on the trigger of your pepper spray. “Get away from me.” He stopped, putting several paces between you two. A quick glance at your surroundings indicated that there were no other civilians around, the darkness of the street shrouding the dangerous situation the man had forced you into. He must have realized that too, as after a moment he aggressively closed the distance between you two, arms extended and forcing you to stumble backward. But just as you pressed down on the trigger, the canister turned to mush in your fingers, and a malicious laugh escaped the man now within arm's distance of you. His eyes glowed an ominous shade of red that matched the energy radiating from his hands. His quirk had turned your pepper spray into liquid, and you were defenseless.

“No one’s coming to save you,” he sneered, and time slowed as a large hand reached for your throat. You were alone, but that didn’t matter. 

You knew his patrol routes. 

The instant before the villain made contact with your skin, a thundering rumble came from above you and a bright flash catapulted the man away from you. You knew Katsuki was only a few blocks away from you, but that didn’t stop you from panicking when there were no reassuring explosions coming your way. You let out a deep exhale, letting your shoulders relax as you leaned against the wall and tried to slow your racing heartbeat. Your eyes vaguely make out the formidable figure of your boyfriend, slamming your assailant into the concrete in one deafening blast. He pulls a set of handcuffs from his belt, clicking them onto the villain’s wrist before giving one more kick to his gut for good measure. When he was confident the man wouldn’t be conscious enough to run, Katsuki finally made his way to you. 

“Kats?”

“Hey, babe,” was all he said before he pulled you in, burying his head into your shoulder. “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe out against his chest. “I’m good.” 

His eyes narrowed on the bag of groceries you’d dropped on the ground. “I could have picked that shit up in the morning.” 

“I was doing prep and we needed Brussels sprouts.” 

“Then I could have bought the damn Brussels sprouts in the morning.” You tried to look away from his piercing gaze, but two fingers under your chin were enough to turn you to face him. “As much as I know that you can handle yourself, you scared the shit out of me with your Morse Code thing. Thought you were gonna die or something.” A gloved hand gently caressed your face, and you leaned into his touch. “You know I’m not fucking good with words, I just–”

“I know,” you say, lightly resting your fingers against his lips to stop him. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to be any more stressed tomorrow.” He’s silent for a moment, your fingertips against his mouth, then– 

“What if I bit your fingers right now.” 

“Bakugo Katsuki.” He flashes a sharp grin at you, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead as you hear approaching sirens. He must have alerted law enforcement prior to saving you. “Thank you for coming to get me.” 

“Of course. I love you, fuckin’ Brussels sprouts determination and all.” 

You huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes but unable to stop the smile from spreading on your face. “Walk me home?”

His hand slides into yours, lacing together with your fingers like a puzzle piece. “You know it.”

୨♡୧ UMBRELLA — suna x reader. sfw. fluff.

requested by sage ( deactivated :'( ) for my rin round up event!

the one day you forget to stuff your umbrella into the side of your backpack, it rains.

not a light drizzle that would be mildly annoying at most, but the kind of rainfall that you can hear pelting against the windows—the kind that you definitely don’t want to walk home in.

you let out a huff at seeing the time. it’s later than you should be leaving and you can’t help but think that maybe you would have missed the rain if you had left an hour earlier like you normally do on any other weekday. there’s no telling how long it’ll be before it lets up, so, unfortunately, you’ll be stuck in this building until the weather clears up enough for you to make a run for it.

instead of making every minute feel painstakingly longer by watching puddles form on the sidewalk beyond the door, you turn on your heel with the intention of killing time by watching something on your phone. though, before you can make it to one of the many tables, your path is blocked by a broad body. when you look up, you’re met with unmistakable grayish-yellow eyes. 

“so the rumors are true,” suna starts, eyeing you up and down before meeting your gaze once more with a playful smirk. “you’re bound to this school and can’t ever leave.”

in all the time you’ve known suna, you don’t think you’ve heard one serious thing come out of his mouth. you can’t be sure if it’s just you or if he’s always so flippant. you roll your eyes, shaking your head at his dumb statement. “it’s raining and i don’t want to get wet.”

suna raises his eyebrows. “no umbrella? i thought you were always prepared.”

there he goes again, taunting you like it’s a game. it’s been this way since high school and back then you’d respond to his jokes with jabs of your own. it’s never bothered you a great deal but right now, all you want is to go home and suna reminding you that you can’t serves as the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“don’t you have anything better to do than stand here and make fun of my oversight?” you look past him, eyes scanning the lobby for a suitable spot to spend who knows how long.

something about your tone makes suna’s grin fade. it’s not jesting like usual and he’s afraid that the hint of exhaustion he hears in your words has to do with him. joking around with you is much less fun when you aren’t in on it—especially if his teasing has truly struck a nerve.

suna would never consider himself to be well-versed in kind gestures, but he thinks that he might have some way to make up for overstepping.

“i guess i could walk you home,” he offers. there’s a glint of doubt in your eyes as you stare at him. he isn’t sure if it’s because the suggestion is strange coming from him or if you think he’s no better suited to brave the weather than you are. suna can’t do much about that first one, but to prove that he can in fact get you home dry, he pulls out the umbrella from the mesh holding of his backpack and holds it up beside him. “i have an umbrella.”

part of you feels like a fifteen minute walk with suna—someone you would barely consider a friend—is bound to be at least a little bit awkward but a larger part of you is willing to put up with that if it means you can finally get off this campus. “fine. but only because i really want to get home.”

“of course.” suna nods. he steps past you to push open the heavy door, pressing the button to extend the umbrella. the waterproof canopy shields his dark hair from the rain and he jerks his head to the side in a silent gesture for you to follow him.

you do, careful to step close enough so that you’re also under the umbrella but not so close that you’re bumping shoulders with him. “it’s this way,” you point in the direction of your apartment building.

suna nods again and sets off, pacing his steps so that they’re in line with yours. other than the rain hitting the canopy and the sound of your footsteps, it’s silent. you cross your arms and shy away from the edge of the umbrella where water is dripping. it brings you a little closer to suna but the warmth emanating from him is preferable to the sleeve of your sweater getting soaked.

“so,” suna’s smooth voice cuts through the silence, “what were you doing at the sports center?”

you can’t stop your head from turning to look at him, though, his gaze is still focused ahead. seems like that point you made earlier suna never having anything serious to say no longer stands. you’re sure he’s trying to ward off the awkward air surrounding the two of you. you’re sure he’s just trying to be nice, that he doesn’t really care what you were up to, but you answer him anyway. “oh, i was interviewing for a job at the front desk.”

suna’s lips part as he readies to respond with one of his usual quips—something like being able to bother you more often if you get the position—but he quickly presses them closed. he’ll end up running you away if he keeps at it so frequently and that’s the last thing he wants. even though it may not seem like it, suna likes having you around. he likes it a lot.

so he settles for, “that’s cool.”

“the description actually sounds pretty boring.” sitting behind a desk, answering calls, and constantly being around student athletes isn’t exactly your idea of fun but working on campus is convenient and you need the money so you’re hoping for a call back with good news.

“i don’t know,” suna starts, finally turning his gaze to you. there’s a sparkle of playfulness in his eyes. “watching atsumu flirt and fumble is pretty entertaining. it’s like a neverending show.”

the mental image of atsumu flaunting his position as the volleyball team’s setter in an attempt to impress a crowd and maybe walk away with someone’s number makes you chuckle. “okay, that does sound kinda funny.”

your laugh catches suna a bit off guard but aside from his initial surprise, he finds it pretty. sure, he’s heard it plenty of times in passing before, though, never this close. and he’s never been the reason behind your laugh. it’s probably a little silly, but he thinks it sounds even sweeter when he’s the one who caused it.

the rest of your walk is highlighted by natural conversation; questions from you about volleyball and questions from suna about your extracurriculars. it’s uneventful and utterly normal and the exact opposite of what you would expect from suna. although, you don’t dislike it. in fact, you think you could get used to it.

time passes a lot faster in suna’s company and before you know it, you’re standing outside your building. it’s quiet again as suna holds the umbrella over you while you enter your pin to unlock the main door. an automated click sounds through the air and you pull on the handle so it doesn’t lock again. awkwardly, you turn to face suna. “thanks… for walking with me. and sharing your umbrella.”

he dramatically gasps, pressing his free hand to his chest in yet another show of theatrics. “was that a thank you i heard?”

suna is almost sure he’s taken it too far again before you smile.

“don’t get used to it,” you tell him as you step into the dry lobby of your building. before the door closes, you raise your hand in a wave. “bye, suna.”

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