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Just A Line Without A Hook

Pairing: Hinata X Reader

Words: 5.9K

Summary: You and Hinata share your point-of-views during important milestones throughout your relationship.

A/N: This is a full relationship development and I’m very proud lol hopefully you can find some joy in it :3

Masterlist // Ko-Fi

Hinata was weird.

That lurked in your mind as you leaned on a conspicuously sticky bar table listening to him tell you his entire life’s story. Your original intent for the night had been to quickly pop into Yachi’s birthday party since you worked at the butt crack of dawn. Give her the present and maybe have a drink. Whatever you did it was meant to be fast.

Too bad you had never been good at sticking to plans.

“I moved to Brazil right after high school to learn beach volleyball,” Hinata said, his smile soft as he looked longingly in the distance. “But I didn’t explore as much as I should have. I really want to go back.”

“Out of high school?” You cocked your head to the side, “that’s wild. I moved to Tokyo and still felt completely out of place.”

“Well, it didn’t go too hot at first.” He scratched his cheek. “I actually got my wallet stolen my first week there…”

You fought to keep lips from pulling into a smile.

There was something in the carefree way he carried himself that made it hard to turn away. The moment Yachi introduced you there was an odd sense of comfort that washed over you. Which made no sense because you had known absolutely nothing about the guy-aside from him being a professional volleyball player and attending high school with Yachi.

Still, it was no reason to let your guard down.

“Sounds like they took advantage of the clueless foreigner,” you teased, curious butterflies tickling your abdomen when he pouted. “I’ve always thought Italy looked cool. If I could travel somewhere.”

Hinata’s lips mindlessly curved into a relaxed smile as you spoke, as if that was their default expression when not preoccupied. And it made conversation with him easy. It dissipated your usual anxieties about overthinking every action or word. You truly felt like you could be yourself and just exist within his presence.

“I have a friend in Italy!” Hinata said, elation lighting up his amber eyes. He began drawing circles in the condensation of his glass with an awkward laugh. “I think anyway. He travels all over the place, but he was in Italy last I knew.”

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calloused

includes: hinata shoyo x reader

— fluff, 800 words

— you want to hold your boyfriend’s hand in the midst of the cold winter but there’s something holding him back, good thing you’re there to fix it better

hq masterlist.     gen masterlist.      navi.

it had been bothering you for a while now.

shoyo was usually very touchy. on the usual, your hands would be intertwined, specially since its winter, and the winter cold is quite brutal.

and given that, youre now currently eyeing him painfully hinting that you want to hold his hand for warmth. but for some reason he stays stubborn, pretending to innocently whistle and look around as if he doesn’t feel your stare boring through him.

“shoyo” you call out to him

he looks at you with a sheepish smile, chuckling as he sways back and forth with his hands firmly pocketed in his padded jacket

“yes?” he cooed “is something wrong?”

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cariño.

⊹.°⊹.°*Short Shoyo x fem!reader listened to cariño while writing, hence title dedicated to someone on my wattpad :))

You listened to the light sprinkling of the rain falling against the window and low hums of different songs from his speaker as you lay snuggled up in the arms of your boyfriend, Hinata, in his plush gray blanket. He let his arms rest around your waist as he sat upright to his headboard but still slumped on your figure. You moved your head from his chest to look up at his face. The moonlight kissed his slightly tanned skin as his orange hair sprawled messily in front of his eyes convinced you to gently move it to the side admiring his features. He softly hummed at the sudden action but sunk into your hand nonetheless, softly kissing your palm as it went down to his cheek looking at you with heavy eyes.

He mumbled something along the lines of him being tired as his head went down to the crook of your neck, breath tickling your skin. Looking behind him to the coffee table right beside his bed you gently tapped him and crawled over his body to get the red marker you spotted absentmindedly pulling his left arm into your lap as you began to doodle on it. He smiled at the focus you had as you drew various hearts, cats, and plants. A light chuckled escaped his lips as you drew two stickmen with a heart in the middle of them, captioned "us" under it.

"Cute," he smiled, lifting his arm to get a closer look at your doodles, "Let me see your hand," he suddenly says, reaching for your left hand while taking the marker.

You hum and lift your hand as he takes it in his, tugging on your ring finger.

"What's this about, Sho?" You ask slightly tilting your head.

"Annnnnnnddddddd... Done!" He smiles letting you retract your hand to find he drew a ring on your finger.

"Next time, it'll be a real one." He says, glowing under the night sky before starting to nod off. You kiss his forehead and allow him to fall onto you, lightly breathing as he mumbled "goodnight" into your chest before falling asleep.

You look into the stars as you softly stroke his hair, heat swelling as you think about the day where you'd finally get to call yourself his wife.⊹.°⊹.°*

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everyone who reblogged my other post is getting an open mouth kiss fr. i love yall <333

Where they try to show a spontaneous romantic gesture, but it doesn't go the way they planned (and you're only a little salty about it)

Author's Note: this really did happen to me and we still laugh about it today

It's the middle of the week and the two of you were hanging out in the kitchen. Dinner was cooking in the oven and you were trying to catch up on the dishes before the food was ready. Your boyfriend was hanging out in the kitchen with you, talking about his day. It was little moments like this that made you smile and realize just how lucky you were.

"Hey, close your eyes and open your mouth."

"What?" you chuckled, wondering what in the world he was going to do.

"C'mon, just trust me."

You shrugged your shoulders and turned to him. "Okay, surprise me."

And surprise you he did. As soon as whatever it was touched your tongue, you started coughing, spitting, cursing. You grabbed a paper towel and ran it under some water before using it to scrape whatever it was off of your tongue.

Your boyfriend was very concerned and slightly confused.

"What? It's just a strawberry covered in sug-Oh no! Th-that's salt!" he said as he licked the remnants off of his fingers.

Judging by the amount of salt you had to scrape off of your tongue, you realized that he thought he had coated the strawberry in a very large amount of sugar.

"I'm so sorry! I was trying to be romantic! Oh no. Here, feed me a salted covered strawberry so we can be even!"

You put your hand up at his offer and just began laughing. You hugged him and reassured him that it was alright.

"Here, let me try this again!" he said as he poured sugar onto a clean plate and rolled the strawberry around in it. He held it up to you. "Wait, lemme make sure...." he took a tiny bite. "Yep, that's much better."

This strawberry tasted much better than the last. But, your boyfriend's kiss was definitely the sweetest thing you think you'd ever taste.

Asahi, Yamaguchi, Nishinoya, Atsumu, Lev, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Hinata, Goshiki, Reiner, Jean, Connie, Miche

“Dance with me”, he mumbled against your ear, hand coming up to wrap around your waist,

“I’m washing these”, you tried to fight off the smile making its way on your face.

“I’ll finish them, just dance with me for a second”, leaning down he pressed a kiss against your neck, turning the water off you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him sway you around the kitchen.

“so why are we dancing?”, threading your hands through his hair you studied his face,

“I have to have a reason to dance with the love of my life?”, leaning in he kissed behind your ear,

“you’re such a sap”, he laughed, bringing your body in closer,

“Only for you”,

“I bet you tell all your mistresses that”, looking at you he rolled his eyes,

“Sh just let me love you”

osamu, iwaizumi, bokuto, sugawara, atsumu, suna

𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 - haikyuu

the man stares intently as you pluck your brow. he winces every time. he wonders how can someone be so strong.

he awes at the foamy texture of your cleanser, and the way you rub it into your skin. the white bubbles on your face make him snort. you turn to glare at him, but that only makes him chuckle more.

he watches as you methodically apply your serum. something to hydrate your skin after a long day of work.

he grins as you use a gua sha. he finds the movements amusing, because he likes the way your face is naturally. he chooses not to say anything though. he knows that you enjoy the process.

he just can't believe that you put so much effort into your beauty. it makes him love you ten times more. his pretty baby, with perfect skin. with a perfect body.

before putting on moisturizer, you turn to him.

he’s attentive already, looking at you expectedly.

“do you want me to do your skincare baby?”

he nods like a little kid, excitingly pulling you on his lap.

“took you long enough. make me pretty now doll.”

# ATSUMU, hinata, HANAMAKI, BOKUTO, iwaizumi, SUNA, konoha, KUROO, TANAKA

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𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓, 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄

day offs with hinata.

[ 1:04 am ]

hinata shoyo x gn!reader + fluff, hints of angst + made for @shoyotime​’s a day in the life collab!

+ unedited.

+ wc: 1,923

Hinata Shoyo was homesick.

And the worst thing about it is that he is at his house.

But when he awoke as he usually did— in a sea of rumpled covers because he runs hot and moves a lot in his sleep, a complaint you do so both with annoyance and a loving pout — and without you after fumbling around for your familiar softness and mark of aliveness, he sighs.

The curtains are how you left them; how you always fix them before bed, and the ugly churning in his stomach returns.

“A dark room is better,” he argued when you adjusted the heavier curtains to the side for the night again, letting the lighter, more see-through curtains flutter through. The dark night is a blurry view behind it, tampered down, but it’s there. Present. An existence he usually can ignore with the curtains firmly closed.

“No, it isn’t,” you argued back, a light smile on your face because you know despite his whining he’d do nothing about it. This was a war you already won after all. “You’ll wake up better when the sun is the one waking you up. Vitamin D and all.” When he arched an eyebrow, you blushed. “Shut up.”

He misses you. On god did he miss you.

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MORNING MOMENTS

pairing(s): post-timeskip fukunaga, hinata, & akaashi (separately) x gn! reader

tags: some cute morning fluff, bad pickup lines

warnings: minor food mention in hinata & akaashi

a/n: oh to be the lover of timeskip hinata shoyo anyway this has been sitting in my drafts for months so i finally posted it i'll try to write more often i Swear

it’s a familiar day—shohei is singing in the shower like he always is, and you’re standing at the bathroom counter brushing your teeth, watching the mirror steam up. his singing is horrible in possibly every way possible but you’re positive there’s a smile on his face behind the white shower curtain.

“shohei,” you sigh as he takes another breath to start up, pausing abruptly.

“yes? you don’t need to compliment my singing, thank you, it’s a given.”

you snort, toothpaste falling into the sink. “yeah, whatever floats your boat. anyway, what color clothes are you wearing today? i want to coordinate them.”

shohei smacks his lips loudly. “mmmm, wow, fancy. i’m thinking about wearing some fulvous with eburnean, maybe a hint of amaranth while i’m at it? or i can throw in some xanadu and spice it up a bit.”

“you don’t know what any of those mean, do you.”

“no, not in the slightest. how about yellow?”

“yellow is fine.” although, you think, he does look best in pink. i mean, then again, what doesn’t he look good in? and before you can stop them, the thoughts: “you’re handsome in every color.”

he chuckles and even though he can’t see you you throw your hands over your eyes. holy crap that was embarrassing.

“that’s cute,” he giggles. shohei only giggles—he doesn’t really laugh. “can i use your soap?”

“use your own, heathen.”

“i can’t believe you’re divorcing me.”

you roll your eyes with a smile. “you are so extra.”

then there’s a deep sigh, “how dare you. i’m so heartbroken i’m going to use your soap anyway.”

you wash your toothbrush and can’t help beaming as you pull the shower curtain back just enough to smack a kiss onto his lips, which taste strongly of water. he freezes up and he doesn’t even laugh as you open the bathroom door to leave. so instead you do the chuckling for him:

“who’s the cute one now?”

finally you hear his laughter, “that was a horrible line.”

he’s right, but you weren’t even trying to be funny; you really just wanted to hear him laugh.

shoyo wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your ear over the buzz of the coffee machine. “good morning, mi amor,” he hums, tussling your hair. “lazy day, hm?”

“good morning, and, well, for you, maybe,” you step back into his arms to peck his cheek, glancing over his sleep-ridden outfit; a white shirt with plaid pajama pants, his bright orange hair messy and spiky. there’s still some sleep in the corner of his eyes, which you wipe with your thumb. “i’m going for a walk. it’s a nice morning.”

shoyo lets go and steps back, looking over your outfit with a dazed smile. his eyes linger on your legs, accentuated by your pants, and you give him a playful whack. “no staring,” you joke. “i have a husband.”

“hey,” he whines, following you (who’s chuckling) to the cabinet and tucking his face into the space between your neck and shoulder. “i am the husband—doesn’t that count for anything?”

your laugh is punctured by a, “no.”

“unbelievable. your coffee’s done.”

you pour it into two cups, one for him and one for you, making sure to throw in the thousand spoonfuls of sugar he can barely function without. he takes it from you and sips it, closing his eyes appreciatively. “thanks!”

“you’re welcome. gonna head out, okay, baby?”

shoyo winks as he takes your place at the counter. “i’ll have breakfast waiting when you come back.”

keiji is asleep face-down on his desk when you find him, manuscript open on his laptop and cursor blinking. you chuckle and shake his shoulder, setting the fresh cup of tea next to him. “huh?” your husband jumps awake, eyes taking a second to recognize your blurry albeit smiling form, but he gives you a sleepy beam once he recognizes you. “oh, good morning, love.”

“good morning,” you plant a kiss on his forehead and he hums, picking up the tea and sipping it delicately. “did you have a good sleep?”

“terrible, actually. my back hurts.”

you ruffle his hair with one of your hands and reach behind him to lightly massage his back through his tanktop, feeling the curve of his spine and to which he lets out a deep breath at. “maybe if you’d stop working until one am, you could sleep in a normal position and not kill your back,” you tease, although it’s partly a genuine suggestion.

“sorry,” he says sheepishly. “i’ll try not to anymore, love, you know i do.”

“aw, keiji, i was just kidding,” you laugh at the blush that spreads across his face and kiss his cheek, sliding his glasses up onto his face. he blinks, your beautiful face suddenly becoming visible, and he can’t help a lovesick smile. no wonder he got married to you. he feels dizzy with love whenever he sees your eyes.

“want breakfast?” you ask, helping him up. he cracks his back as he stands, and you can’t help admiring all the little details about his appearance—the age marks on his shoulders, the little freckles that litter his chest, the stretch marks on his armpits. you’ve fallen in love with perfection; he hasn’t become any less perfect since you met him all those years ago.

“only if i get to help you make it,” keiji smiles, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “french toast?”

you nod in agreement, kissing his hand, “french toast.”

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Song association

Multi character and multi fandom

a/n: this are just songs from my Spotify that I associate with different anime characters idk why. Enjoy?? I guess

Starting off with this BANGER, this one gives me “at a party with your college friends just minding your business you know, drinking, dancing, having a good time” kinda vibes. Then you make eye contact with some random person across the room, it’s accidental and kind of weird honestly but it happens once, twice and thrice. It’s the same person and you keep locking eyes with each other but it’s not on purpose you know? It’s accidental and goofy until they flash a cocky smile and their eyes go up and down, finally stoping in yours and staring for like one minute. I can feel the sexual tension, they can feel the sexual tension, your mom can feel the sexual tension, etc. They leave the room and you’re walking right behind them, they turn back before reaching the next corner to check if you’re following them. You don’t know where they’re leading you to, who they are, or what they want but you’re sure you’re gonna have a good time.

ATSUMU, oikawa, SUGA, itadori, MAI, gojo.

This one gives me band!au vibes, they’re a grumpy/serious bassist or a loud/shameless lead singer. Either way this motherfucker is head over heels for you but not even a gun to the head will make them admit it, they could straight up flirt with you and be all nice and sweet only to play it off as just a friendly gesture. It’s all fun and games until you show up to one of their concerts accompanied, it’s just a friend but they don’t know it and all they can think about is why are they standing so close to you? Don’t they know what personal space is? Yeah fuck I know it’s crowded in here but seriously do they need to be that close to each other? And without a second thought they’re smoothly changing the chords/lyrics of the song their band is currently playing, their eyes on yours and maybe a little nod to let you know that yes, this song is for you and yes, you’re theirs.

IWAIZUMI (bassist), OIKAWA (singer), osamu (guitarist), MEGUMI (bassist)

Uugghh this song. Very sweet, very warm and nice. This is your person, and you know it. Dancing around the kitchen, buying scented candles, going camping, looking at the stars, all that. They’re super cheesy but not extra (except for maybe itadori), they don’t feel the need to impress you they just know you’re so in love with them and they’re so in love with you that even when the both of you are looking like a dirty rat with rabies you’re still the most beautiful human to each other’s eyes. They used to be really insecure until they met you and learned that sometimes, it’s okay if you need a little help from others in order to love yourself. At first they wanted to meet every single one of your expectations, ready to change themselves for you and somehow become “worthy of you”, but later on they realized they didn’t need to do that. Now you’re in a happy, healthy relationship and they’re comfortable with themselves, just like you. This song screams reassurance and pure love to me.

hinata, AKAASHI, inumaki, ITADORI, TODOROKI, midoriya.

They either had an emo phase or just know this song and a few Fall Out Boys ones (like me), but god help them if it doesn’t describe exactly how they feel towards you. Maybe you never even dated, maybe they’ve been crushing on you for the longest time and this is their way of coping with an unrequited love. Now, you have no clue they’re into you (lol) and as soon as this song starts playing in the car you jump in to sing with them, also pouring your heart out. It doesn’t matter if you’re both off key because oh shit your faces are so close and they’re literally telling you they like you and you’re both smiling but neither one is brave enough to make the first move. The song comes to an end and you just sit there looking at each other, out of breath and gaze drifting from eyes to lips, getting closer with every second and when you’re finally about to kiss the car behind you decides to honk at you. You’re both startled and pull away, a little exasperated but you laugh anyways.

oikawa (shameless), KAGEYAMA (clueless), bokuto (clueless), MIDORIYA (shy), akaashi (shy), iwa (shameless)

Surprising them with flowers (I associate with them) pt.2

summary: their reaction to receiving a flower bouquet from their s/o +my thoughts on how the flowers reflect their character and relationship

pairings: timeskip!hinata x gn!reader; kita x gn!reader

warnings: uhhh, none that I´m aware of, this is really just fluff

a/n: imagine fooling yourself into thinking you´re not gonna write a lot because of your college workload and then writing your longest hc yet; am i florist? no. do i know anything about arranging flowers? also no. do i know a lot about flower meanings? hard no. did i try my best? yeah; part 2 because i need to split the post due to the amount of pictures i can put ( find part 1 here)

haikyuu masterlist

HINATA

energy, warmth, confidence // purity, innocence // sun, brightness, clarity

Nothing short of ecstatic

Will metaphorically and/ or literally jump up and down before engulfing you in a bear hug

His reaction is so pure, it´s contagious

He knows that he spends a lot of time at practice or in the gym, so knowing that you´re still here and supporting him means the world to him

But be warned, his energy will at least double if not triple, it´s like someone injected an espresso shot of pure caffeine directly into his veins

Say what you will about Hinata but he´s actually really considerate and attentive, so he will definitely try to return the gesture, whether it´s with a bouquet of his own, a trip to the cinema or just a relaxing night in with your favourite take-out and your boyfriend spoiling you rotten with affection

Orange lilies: I already brought up that this man has a lot of energy (some things never change) but in your relationship, this often translates into unfiltered warmth

Not only have all the muscles from his training turned him into the snuggliest and most comfy cuddle pillow ever but he just has a way to infect you with his enthusiasm

He´s always been a literal ball of sunshine, adding that to his sheer excitement whenever he gets to spent time with you gives you a good scope of what you´re dealing with

Good thing that he channels a lot of it into volleyball

When he´s on the court there´s this aura of confidence surrounding him without coming off as arrogance, which is just insanely attractive, especially when he turns to you after a successful spike he might even shoot you a wink, Atsumu´s rubbing off on him

Gerbera: Okay so his name literally means “sun”, he is often seen symbolising the sun and we already went over the fact that he´s quite an energetic and warm person in general

Another quality of his is that he says what he sees and thinks without thinking about it much

Obviously, this has gotten him into trouble rather often and put him at the receiving end of one or the other nasty comment but that´s not really going to stop him, mostly because he does it intuitively

Although it´s sometimes hard to face one of his blunt statements, you know him well enough to understand that it´s not coming from a place of ill intent and if you make him aware of how his sentence could be interpreted, he will apologise and correct himself

What it does for your relationship though is give both of you clarity on where you stand because naturally, you can be just as open with him as he is with you and as long as you explain where you´re coming from it´s usually not much of a problem

White daisies: Hinata has dedicated his life to volleyball and you, so that´s where his priorities and attention lay and it´s always been that way

We know he often neglected his studies back in high school, only getting really into studying if a volleyball match was on the line

Ever since then, he might have grown but that´s still mostly in relation to the sport, so he´s still a bit clueless and innocent about everything else

Still, there´s no denying that his body has grown as well and now that he´s playing for one of the V.League Division 1 teams, reporters and magazines have noticed too

So have fans online and while most journalists need to keep a tone of professionalism, fans don´t and uhh some comments do cross a line

But Hinata just doesn´t notice most of the time? This pure soul will just come up to you and flat out say “Why do so many people want me to step on them? Doesn´t that hurt??” someone protect him, please

Watching Hinata play would probably never be any less amazing, no matter how often you see it. Nothing could beat the rush of adrenaline surging through your veins when the match was drawing to a close and your boyfriend took flight, smashing the ball past the opponent´s defence.

Carried by the roaring crowd around you, you jumped out of your seat as the referee´s whistle blew, signalling the end of the game. After shaking hands with the other team, the whole of MSBY rushed over to thank the crowd for an exciting season full of ups and downs, wins and losses, celebrating this match as the last icing on the cake.

You´d been sitting in an area unofficially reserved for the players´ friends and family, so naturally, most of the team came flocking over to greet their biggest supporters and your boyfriend was no different. Hinata almost pulled out of the stands in an effort to get even closer to you.

“Baby, did you see my last spike? It totally went POW and WOOSHH!”, he laughed, face so bright it rivalled the sun.

“Of course, I did. You know I always pay extra attention to you, honey. That´s why I can also see that you definitely need a shower”, you teased. The ginger-haired man loosened his hold on you with a sheepish “sorry”, looking not very sorry at all.

Cupping his face between your hands, you could feel the heat still radiating from his skin. You pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead, reminding him that you didn´t mind in the slightest and that he should just hurry up.

He disappeared in direction of the locker rooms together with the rest of the team, not without giving you a last peck on the cheek though, and you went to find MSBY´s manager. You´d gotten close with her through visiting practice every now and then and naturally coming to see all the matches you managed to fit in your schedule.

Unbeknownst to your boyfriend, you´d roped her into a little surprise you´d planned a good week before the game. As you had visited the florist shop, the orange lilies and gerbera had practically called out to you and rounded out with the white daisies, they made for a combination almost as cute as Hinata. Together you managed to sneak in a bright orange bouquet big enough that you never could´ve hidden it on your own. So, you had asked their manager to put it away with her belongings until you were ready to leave.

After retrieving the flowers, you waited for Hinata to finish changing, expectantly waiting for his reaction. Rolling the orange crepe paper between your fingers, you hear the players´ excited chatter before even being able to see them. Hinata was so engrossed in his conversation with Bokuto that it took Atsumu nudging him in the ribs for him to spot you.

But once he saw you there was no holding him.

“Aww, are these for me?”

“Well, who else would they be for, Sho? Sakusa maybe?” You raise an eyebrow as you pass him the flowers. If you thought his smile was bright before, you were certain he could actually outshine the sun as he gave your shoulder a playful shove. Yet, not even the bouquet occupying a big chunk of his arms could stop him from picking you up and twirling you around.

“So, what prompted you to give me flowers anyway?”

“After a season filled with volleyball, I just felt like celebrating the day I´d finally have you all to myself.”

KITA

grace, gentleness, joy, happiness // love, passion // charm

The calmest reaction out of everyone

Resident flower-giver, but he also enjoys being on the receiving end for once

While he appreciates the cute gesture, he makes sure you know that it´s not at all necessary, “being with you is enough”

To others his reaction might seem a bit lacklustre but you know that´s not how it is

Kita still has the same mentality as back in high school, meaning that he´s not one who goes all out for certain events, instead, he´s someone who loves consistently

Sure, he might step it up a notch when birthdays, holidays like New Year´s Eve or anniversaries roll around but he´s a firm believer of not needing a special occasion to show his love for you (every day could be valentine´s day/white rose day in his eyes)

Pink roses: there´s definitely a certain air of grace around Kita in the way he keeps calm no matter what life throws at him

He´s the type of person who can find a silver lining and a sliver of happiness in most situations, often asking himself what he could learn from any given moment

Just look at his reaction when Inarizaki lost to Karasuno in his last year of high school

It must have been hard on him too but the gentleness with which he treats his teammates after their loss and the pure joy in his eyes when he says he´ll look forward to bragging to his grandchildren about them no, I´m not crying

Kita shows a different kind of strength at that moment that a lot of people would probably dismiss, however, the resilience to just keep going no matter what hardship you face is a truly admirable quality

Anyway, we´re getting sidetracked here, so back to flowers

Red roses: do I even need to elaborate on the aspect of love?

If you don´t think Kita would make his partner feel so loved and appreciated then I´m sorry but you´re wrong

It´s not in an overbearing and overly showy kind of way but he´d often sent you texts along the lines of “this made me think of you” or he´d call you just to hear your voice and he´d remember little details that you don´t even recall telling him

Just small things showing you that you held both his heart and complete attention wherever and whenever

People who don´t know him will often wait for some reaction out of the ordinary with him and be a bit put off by the fact that most of the time there isn´t one

Those who know him though can see the tell-tale signs for what he´s passionate about and you´re certainly on top of that list

Raspberry calla lilies: there´s a certain charm to the way he always speaks what´s on his mind

He´s just so honest about everything that you know he´s not exaggerating when he tells you how he feels about you, adding a lot more weight to all his compliments

Also, he has no filter around others

After all, you´re amazing and everyone with eyes can see that so why be ashamed about being in love with you? will tone it done though if it makes you uncomfortable

It goes without saying, he´s another one for our growing club of undoubted gentlemen; a prince charming in his own right

Strolling along the farmer´s market, you were on your way to an impromptu date your boyfriend surprised you with, mentally going through all the beverages and pastries the café offered. Just then, you passed a small stall selling a variety of different flowers. You almost walked past but then did a double-take when some calla lilies in a lovely shade of raspberry red caught your eye and you thought it might be nice to surprise Kita back with a small bouquet. In a way, a counter surprise to the outing he just sprang on you.

Besides, it felt nice, showing your love and appreciation with a small gesture like this every once in a while. Normally, Kita was the one who´d randomly pick up little trinkets here and there, order your favourite take-out or just whisk you away to a pick-nick in the park, seemingly adhering to no schedule or pattern whatsoever. If you were free and he was free then that was as good of a reason to go out together as any. With him, it was more likely to go see a movie or receive roses at a random Wednesday afternoon than on February 14th.

The elder woman who owned the stall helped you pick some pink and red roses to go with the calla lilies while asking about the occasion and the lucky person who´d receive the bouquet. After tying them together with a red ribbon and wrapping the stems in a wet cloth to keep them from drying out, she wished you all the best for your date. Happy with your purchase, you made a mental note to swing by more often.

Around 5 minutes before you´re designated meeting time, the café you agreed to meet at came into view and in front of it you could already spot your boyfriend´s dual-coloured hair. Of course, he was already there. You could´ve been here an hour before he even asked to meet and he´d still somehow manage to beat you to it. You´ve been speculating for a while now that Kita was actually a wizard in disguise but you were on to him. Quickly, you removed the cool cloth before you came into his line of sight.

“Hello there, love, looking stunning as always I see”, he greeted you, sneaking a quick peck onto the top of your head. Then he gestured towards the flowers “What´s this you have with you?”

“These are for you actually, Shin. When I saw them, I automatically had to think of you. Don´t you think they look beautiful?”

Kita gently took the arrangement from you and admired it, then returned his attention back to you. His expression seemed to soften even more as he gave you the gentlest smile you´d ever seen. It was enough to melt your heart into a puddle.

“I love them”, he said “But I love it even more that you thought of me. What more could I wish for?”

[turns out Kita knows the woman on the farmer´s market; he buys his bouquets for you from her too]

The bed shifts, rousing Hinata from sleep.

He cracks his eyes open and sees your silhouette softly leaving the room; he waits for the light of the TV or your phone but the apartment remains swathed in darkness. The only sound is the quiet scrape of the balcony door.

Hinata slowly sits up, fear dewing down his back, as he starts to overthink. He silently slips out of bed.

Insecurities prickle his chest as he stealthily winds through the apartment to check on you but you're just sitting on the balcony. Your head's in your hands, back hunched and shoulders sagging with heavy breaths like you're on the verge of tears.

What aren't you telling him?

You don't pop up at the gentle call of your name, slowly sitting up straight as if you expected this.

Expected him to follow you.

"Is everything okay?" he tenderly asks, hesitant to take the seat next to you.

"I don't know, Shōyō. You tell me." You keep your gaze on the street below. He waits; both of you know that wasn't enough for him to reply so when you're ready you defensively ask "why don't you want me to come to the All-Star match?"

Hinata sucks in a tight breath that makes you seethe.

"Are you embarrassed by me?" Your hands curl into fists. "Ashamed of me?! Is that why you won't bring me home with you even though you've met all of my family?!" You glare up at him, angry with hurt and teary eyes. "What is the problem?!-"

"The problem is me!" Hinata's reply is sharp but he's not angry or defensive or aggressive.

He's vulnerable.

Expression scrunched and eyes shut tight he turns his face up to the night sky, his fists clenched now, and admits "I'm ashamed of my beginnings!"

Stillness ripples through you as your perspective of the past few months shifts.

Everything since his friend Kenma visited, all the tension and near-arguments at every mention of the All-Star match. You got along well with Kenma and thought his visit went well but when Hinata dismissed the idea of you going with him--an idea you didn't even come up with, their other friend Kuroo did--and kept dismissing it you didn't know what else to think.

That all melts away now.

"Shōyō..."

He's grimacing, trying not to cry. "I grew up in a small shabby house in the countryside. I had to ride my bike over a mountain every day to get to school and it wasn't even a fancy school like some of the others around--"

"Shōyō-"

"We had to watch out for wild boars it was so rural! And that's just the place itself! The All-Star match is going to be packed with all the hotshots that I competed against--"

"Shōyō!-"

"And they're all just tall monsters that everyone fawns over all the time no matter what and you're going to realize I don't measure up and one of them is going to steal your heart-"

"Shōyō!!" you growl and hop to your feet but he powers on.

"And you're going to leave me forever--"

You silence him with a firm kiss, cupping his cheeks and tilting his head with a hand on each side of his face so he can't escape. Your thumbs wipe the tears he unwillingly shed.

"Hinata Shōyō." Your voice is calm. Strong. "Literal sunshine light-of-my-life. Look at me."

When he doesn't comply you press another kiss to his lips. Softer this time, reassuring.

"Look at me. Please," you ask gently.

He cracks his eyes in defeat shedding more tears at the warmth in your eyes.

"You are the most wonderful person I have ever met."

-he hiccups a sob-

"Not a single person in the world could compare to you."

-his face crumples-

"Please don't be ashamed of your past...because it led you to me."

-and he's hit with a fresh wave of tears.

In a flash his arms are wrapped around you in a tight hug. You run your fingers through his fluffy hair as he leans into you to freely cry.

"I...I didn't realize that's what the problem was...And if you aren't ready to share that part of your life with me, then I'll respect it. But if it's only because you're afraid of my reaction, please don't keep it from me. I love you inside and out, through and through...Getting to see where you grew up and meeting all these formative people will only give me more of you to understand and love...just like when Kenma visited."

He squeezes you just a little tighter and whispers "the rest of them aren't like Kenma, though..."

You chuckle and reply "wow. Sucks to be them, I guess."

He laughs a little bit in your arms and pulls back to meet your gaze. "You really want to come?"

"Yeah," you admit. "I want to know all of you, Shō."

He sighs contentedly as you play with the hair at the back of his head. "Okay." He meets your eye with a fiery glint and slowly grins like the confident man he deserves to be.

"What?" you ask wryly, heart fluttering at the shift in his energy.

He grins the wide smile that makes your heart swell. "I just realized this means I'll get to show you off."

"Ohmygosh you just realized that?!"

𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. — hinata/gn!reader

✧ notes: fluff fluff FLUFF. best friends to lovers. mutual pining! hinata is very whipped. both are adults & implied drinking (nothing too detailed). sort of confession? yeah hinata has really been stretching it out for YEARS.

perhaps…perhaps hinata should've expected this.

hinata loves you. you in your loose-fitting blouse and all perched up in his couch, colors of your socks coincidentally matching with his, your candid lopsided smile and starry eyes that are somehow lustrous in this cold night. milky moon bathing you through his half open window. hinata loves you in your wine hues of your cheeks, you're slightly tipsy but sober enough that your words aren't slurred, yet. he thinks it's majestic how you tread your fingers through your hair and heave a sigh after a long road of exploring back to the years way behind, and you laugh in disbelief when you muttered. "has it really been that long?"

hinata believes it has been long, long since there lives a flourishing, aching sense that spreads wide in his chest, something he'd been accustomed to, but not actually fully accepted. not because he despises this growing feeling, but because there's never really a point for him to dive such unfamiliarty, something that's new and terrifying, because it has been long for the both of you to practically know each other, long enough that he can proudly say you've been a huge chunk in his life and him being a huge chunk in yours, long enough to be your best friend, an anchor and incomparable. there's no point in it, he thinks, to walk down a path with no undos and no map to guide on.

and, yet. "yeah, it has." he chuckles, soft and hushed and completely soaked in adoration. it's been too long since he sat down and brought himself to talk it out within, too long ever since you decided to go out of state and travel from one place to another, too long since he stands still and he watches your life play out as you move forward to a direction he feels he cannot live up to. too long since he've been like this, and somehow the familiarty of being your best friend is slowly gnawing him inside and out.

and now, your smile turns warm, hinata thinks you're glowing. your eyes drift to some faraway distance, head in the clouds, he permits the lull of silence in welcoming arms. the exhale that leaves his lips are out of dwelling. he grins as he hears you settle for an exhale as well, only that it's more of a long sigh that sounds slightly dramatic.

he turns to you, as he does so, he's speechless as he caught you pulling out a penchant underneath your clothing, he hadn't notice it since now, it glimmers against the pooling moonlight. it's a penchant he gave you before you depart, before he decided to bring out the words he wanted you to know but his hands got clammy and his throat choked the last courage he had mustered, so he just placed it in your palm and give it a squeeze, a small 'bye' that's withdrawn and pained, his robotic wave as you bid him farewell. 3 years, it's been 3 years, he reminisces. he never would've thought he'd see you wear it.

he stares as you twiddle it with your thumb and index finger. you began, "it's like bringing a part of you with me, you never actually left." you blink to look at him, and soon he finds no amount of words can ever fit to this…beauty, to you, to how he can see his reflection in your eyes, to how it's peppered in stardust, to how your lips lift to another smile, to how he's lovestruck and to how he is drunk-dazed the moment you open your mouth to utter the words:

"thank you, sho, you're truly something."

air is coughed out of his lungs. he breathes out, his expression crumbling into something more…aching, yearning.

oh, he's had enough of it.

and so he's here, the three words heavy on his lips from carrying the weight of his feelings, heavy from all the doubts and second guesses and taking one step forward and then stumbling two steps behind.

"i love you."

he says with desperation dripping ever so slowly, when he blinks and sees your face falling into one with pure shock, his hand is quick to slap to his lips. it flew like clockwork, natural but half-not. did he really just said that?

your smile is gone and you're wide-eyed. but he sits still, the world stills, he lets it, he lets the words sink in deep. another moment passes and he notice your eyes rapidly blinking, as if it's stinging. it soon follows a quiet sniff, gentle and continuous streams of tears, and a gasp as you mutter, "you…what?"

this time, it's a little more certain, rolling off his tongue with each syllables fitting into a serious glint as he reach for your hands, giving it a long squeeze. "i love you."

it did in a sense, you chuckle, gradually turning into a hearty laugh that reverberates from your chest. you stumble for a bit, finding it unreal, as if your brows creasing together and a slight shake of your head as if trying to wipe off a dream isn't any indication. "shoyo, i love you."

you squeeze his hand just as much. "took you long enough."

hinata never expects much. especially not from you, but maybe, he should've been more selfish. he brought your hands to his lips, greeting each knuckles with kisses, grazing over your fingers as he tenderly place it on his warm cheeks. he chuckles, entirely enamored. "thank you, for waiting for me."

for simple words, it can carry the weight of hinata's big heart. he can't recall how many times he said it that night, and he doesn't feel the need to. the spark is always bright in the way he giggles after whispering it in your ear, after carrying you to the bed and snuggling against you, body warmth so comforting as it lulls you both to sleep, the spark is there but its mellow and its gentle. and when dreamland comes to pick up the both of you, the last thing he sees is you and your cute smile, before closing his eyes, and letting himself selfishly wish that tomorrow, he wakes up with you on his side.

✧ notes: (i hate my writing here) anyways i wanna kiss hinata so bad heh. also can u tell i love writing fluff, and friends to lovers trope. i hope ur not tired already LMAO but i promise my next work will be a little different :] proceeds to be inactive for the next few weeks

✧ a little tag: @yuquinzel ♡

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head over heels — shoyo hinata

summary — at an msby match, shoyo hinata catches your eye. apparently, you catch his too.

pairing — shoyo hinata x gn!reader

warnings — none

word count — 1k

author’s note — this was meant to be a drabble??

Shoyo Hinata literally falls for you.

The Black Jackals are dominating the match–unsurprising for a team known for their aggression, of course. But from your courtside seat, everything is so much more real. You’re almost among the players–Atsumu Miya performs his signature serve just a few feet away and you can see every wrinkle on his shirt.

Every detail on the players’ faces becomes crystal clear. Every point lost is so much more devastating. Every dive to save the ball is that much more dramatic.

There’s Shoyo Hinata. Number twenty-one. Down here, his charm radiates outwards like rays from the sun. He beams triumphantly after a successful spike and your heart skips a beat. Pretty bronze eyes sparkle, wrinkling at the edges because that’s just how hard he’s smiling. You’ve had a soft spot for the opposite hitter ever since you started following the Jackals two years ago.

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“I need you to know how unbelievably pissed I am at you.”

You interrupt the peaceful folding and stocking of your clothes at your in-laws house with your threat. Immediately, Shoyo tenses up and whips his head to look at you, eyes wide and dancing over your face, waiting for you to continue your rant and fury.

When you don’t, merely continuing to glare at him, he gives a frantic, “what did I do!”

“Lower. Your damn. Voice,” you grit, and his hands clap over his mouth childishly. You take a deep inhale to calm down, “you told, your sweet and old parents…”

He looks at you expectantly again. You flare your nostrils and hike up your voice in an obnoxious nasal:

“We’re huuuuungry!”

Instantly, at your mocking tone, he breaks down into laughter, trying to stifle them to keep your anger at bay.

“So embarrassing!” You snip.

“Baby, we were! They don’t mind, you know that-“

“THEY STARTED COOKING! FOR US!”

“You know they’d rather eat with us than have us go out to eat!”

“Shoyo,” you snarl, rising to your feet and approaching him; with nervous laughter, he shrinks back. “It is eigHT IN THE EVENING, AND YOUR MOTHER IS MAKING NIKUJAGA!” You grab a pillow and start whacking him with it, ignoring his pleas and sheltering arms. “For the love of the gods, she should be relaxing!”

“She’s fine!”

You stop swinging and look down at him in shock. He makes a grab for the pillow and you whip it away, and he whines around some giggles.

“You do not make that decision for her,” you growl, throwing the pillow to the side and shoving him on his back before quickly crawling on top of him. “I would rather us both starve and rot away, before I tell your sweet, old parents that we’re hungry. ESPECIALLY at 20:14.”

“Baby, it’s fine,” he giggles, his hands settling on your hips. “They’re totally fine; you know my mom lives to make you happy!” You cross your arms over your chest, and he snickers as he raises up on his elbows, “just a quick bite to eat, a few laughs, then we can all go to bed, right?”

You exhale through your nose, and he tucks his lips in nervously.

“You know what?” You begin, relaxing your shoulders.

“What?”

“You’re right. You’re right! They’re just cooking. It’s fine.”

“Exactly! They’re fine.”

With that, you swing your legs off of your husband and scurry to the closet, and before he can ask, you grab a random stack of blankets to throw at his head. He screams at the sudden impact.

“Since they can whip up dinner, you can whip me up a bed on the couch. Since APPARENTLY you are just so okay with spontaneous forces of labor.”

He cackles some more as you mimic his “we’re hungry!” at random volumes, putting your clothes away in the drawers until his sweet old mother calls you both to the kitchen to eat, not too dissimilar from how she did when you were younger.

“I’m going to bury you alive,” you snarl at him, leaning into the arm tossed around your shoulders as you make your way down the hall to eat. “Watch your damn back. I’ll put cyanide in your food tomorrow, try me bitch.”

He merely snickers as you threaten him with the most bizarre forms of torture you can conjure, all while the smell of a hot supper fills the air around the house.

based on this video bc I love Lori and Noah 🥺🩷

⟢ tweets about you ! hq

synopsis: just lovesick boys 🤭

ft. atsumu tanaka noya suna oikawa sugawara kuroo kenma bokuto hinata

DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (atsumu miya, rintarou suna, wakatoshi ushijima & shoyo hinata). fluff. somewhat decent relationship advice. downbad fiancés. healthy relationships(!!). suggestive moments. petnames.

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part two can be read here.

dear future husband m.list. // hq. masterlist.

ATSUMU MIYA.

“after every fight, just apologize.”

“Relationship advice?” You repeat, sitting across from the NHK interviewer, mic strapped to your shirt as a camera filmed your living room. She nods, smiling while holding a microphone of her own.

“Yes! Tell us, what is the secret to a healthy relationship?”

You tilt your head, “Well, I guess I have some advice to give.” Your fingers drum against the armrest of your couch as you sit in thought, contemplating on what to tell the reporter, “hmm..”

Atsumu sitting beside you laughs, his arm slung comfortably over your shoulder, “I have some advice I’d like to give as well.”

You turn to him with a grimace. “I don’t want any young viewers following whatever is about to come out of your mouth, ‘Tsumu.”

He looks at you offended; reeling his arm back to his side, shock spelled out all over his face. “Excuse me, I’m great at romance. I romanced you, didn’t I?”

“Unfortunately,” you jest, with Atsumu exclaiming in protest, “But this isn’t just about romancing someone, ‘Tsumu. They’re asking what makes a relationship a healthy one.”

“So?” He shrugs, “A healthy relationship is one that’s full of romance.”

“I apologize for him,” you playfully tell the interviewer, ignoring the look Atsumu gives you in response, “He’s not the best at this sorta stuff.”

She merely giggles, “No worries, the players are allowed to give their own opinions as well.” Atsumu puffs his chest out, “See, babe? She said I can talk too.”

“Yeah well, just make sure to cut out whatever he says in the final broadcast,” She lets out a snort at your jab, hiding the smile that creeps onto her face behind her microphone while Atsumu shoves your shoulder in despair.

“Awe, c’mon! I’m not that bad with relationship advice!” He pouts at you, looking like a kicked puppy when he does so, “What makes you think I’m so bad at this, do you actually want to marry me, babe?”

Your eyes soften at his saddened tone, feeling slightly guilty you link your fingers with his, eyes full of love when he smiles down at your intertwined hands.

“Of course I do, ‘Tsumu.”

The camera crew awes as you turn back to face the cameras, still holding Atsumu’s hand firmly in your own, running your thumb over the smooth cut diamond ring studded band he wears on his ring finger.

“The advice I have to give viewers is; Apologize when you are wrong,” you tell the interviewer, “No matter your pride, no amount will replace your relationship. It’s never worth sacrificing your loved one just for the sake of winning an argument.”

“Uh huh, you’re one to talk about that, babe,” Atsumu rolls his neck, “You never apologize first, it’s always me who has to for you to talk to me again.”

“What are you talking about?” You look at him confused, “I’m the one who initiates the apology conversations, you’re the stubborn one out of us.”

“Nuh-uh.”

You groan, “Exactly.”

Atsumu pulls his hand out of yours, placing it on your thigh instead before facing the cameras. “But, she is right. Do not ever choose a winning an argument over your partner. It ends badly.”

“You would know,” you snort, “You give me the longest silent treatments until I coax you out of it with kisses.”

“Can we cut that out of the broadcast, please?”

You purse your lips to hide the oncoming smile until Atsumu leans forward, a handsome grin on his face as he looks directly into the rolling cameras with a newfound confidence.

“But, y’know. I do always apologize in the end, ‘cause my girl’s never wrong.”

RINTAROU SUNA.

“make time for her.”

“You see this girl?” Suna jabs a thumb in your direction from across the kitchen, leaning against the marble island lazily as the camera team nods. “Yeah, she gets constipated if I don’t give her enough attention.”

Your head perks up immediately as you shoot him a halfhearted glare, “Do not.”

“See, she’s doing it right now.” He ignores, drinking from his glass of water before setting it down on the counter, ignoring the little gasp you let out at his actions.

Rolling your eyes, you smack his arm before sliding a coaster under his drink, “Don’t scratch the marble, Rinnie. I just bought this island.”

The camera team silently giggles at the short interactions between you two, with Suna sticking his tongue out at you and in response you give him a middle finger before he turns back to face them, “Can you believe her?”

Scoffing, you enter the camera frame beside him, “Don’t bring them into this, Rinnie.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m your fiancée.”

Suna opens his mouth to argue before shutting it promptly, “Good point.”

One of the crew members holds a sign from behind the cameras, indicating to get the interview back on topic. “Why would you ever ask her for relationship advice?” Suna chuckles, “I was the one who made the first move.”

“The interview is for the fiancée’s of the JNT, Mr. Suna,” the interviewer reminds him, “But the players are welcome to voice their own opinions as well.”

Suna stretches his arm behind his back with a yawn, a sliver of his abdomen peeking out from underneath his home shirt before disappearing quickly, “Well in that case, allow me to voice this opinion—”

You slap a hand over his mouth before he can begin, “Nope, didn’t you hear them? This is my interview, Rinnie.”

“Buhf dey shaid I can shpeak too, affhole." Suna glares from behind your hand, removing it from his mouth with a groan. “Did you even wash your hand? Tastes gross.”

“Why did you lick my hand?”

“We’ve done freakier things than that and that’s what you’re worried about?”

Your words get lodged in your throat, sputtering out hurriedly, “This is going on T.V, Rinnie!”

He looks to you with a smug smile, “Yeah, and I can’t wait to rewatch this interview and see your reaction again later.”

Your fists clench momentarily before taking a deep breath, relaxing yourself and facing the cameras with a smile. “Anyways, some relationship advice I’d give to anyone watching; make time for your spouse.”

Suna nods along to your words, “Mhm, I think that’s the most important thing in a relationship.”

“Shut up, Rinnie.”

“Ouch,” he fakes a stab through his heart, monotonous eyes but a playful grin on his lips. “I talk for two seconds and you tell your dear fiancé to shut up?”

You shake your head towards him jokingly, continuing to talk to the interviewer, “A healthy relationship means you spend time with your loved ones, and your spouse should be the most loved person in your life.”

The reporter nods, “I see, I see, what do you suggest to our viewers the best ways to spend quality time with their lover?”

“In bed.” Suna chimes in immediately, earning another smack on the shoulder from you. “What?” He looks at you with a knowing grin, “Oh, you— I didn’t mean like that, oh my god you’re sooo dirty minded.”

He chuckles, “I meant like cuddling, laying in bed together, watching movies. Y’know, wholesome things.”

“Nothing is wholesome with you,” you exasperate, speaking from personal experience. “But yes, those are great ways to spend times with your lover. They’re good times to bond with them, or just relax and unwind after a long day.”

“Yeah, after a gruelling day of practice, it’s nice to come home and lay in her arms,” Suna motions to you before leaning his head on your shoulder, his grin now replaced with a small but gentle smile. “She’s all I want to see after practice.”

“Wow,” you tease, leaning your head atop his, “and where did you learn to be so smooth, hm? Are you just playing it up for the cameras, Rinnie?”

Suna snickers, hands crossed over his chest relaxed, “I would never,” he says before mumbling close to your ear.

“I just, really like to spend time with you.”

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA.

“treat her like a lady.”

“My fiancé is out right now at the gym,” you inform the NHK station crew, their camera men follow you inside your house for the opening shots of the broadcast. “Make yourselves comfortable while you wait.”

The interviewer settles himself on a seat at your dining table as you reach for the vase of flowers atop, moving into the kitchen to pour the old water out of their vase, careful to not spill any over your kitchen counter as you refill the container with fresh water from your tap.

Refreshing the water, you carefully place the flowers back into their vase before rearranging them neatly, coming back out of the kitchen to place them back on your table and adjusting them accordingly as the interviewer watches amazed.

“Those flowers are very lovely,” he notes softly, almost as if any louder of a volume would disturb the plants, “Did you fiancé happen to get them for you?”

You smile, “yes, he did,” recalling the first time he got you a bouquet, on your first date many years ago.

“‘Toshi knows I love flowers.”

The soft click of the lock to your house causes you to perk your head up in familiarity, the frame of your fiancé’s figure coming into view as you see him placing his shoes down beside your door before coming inside.

“Welcome home, dear,” you call out to him from the kitchen, one of the camera crew’s members break off to film your fiancé as he enters the home. He drops his gym bag to the floor beside your couch, removing his jacket and hanging it on your coatrack before passing through the halls of your shared home to get to you.

Ushijima shuffles his way into the kitchen, passing by the camera crew and approaching you from behind, hugging you as his hands are wrap around your stomach, head dropping into the crook of your shoulder.

You lean into his touch, his freshly showered hair smells of the shampoo the two of you use.

“Are you showing them the flowers I got you?” He asks, eying the pretty arrangement of flowers on the table. The cameras zoom in to take a closer shot at the flowers, noting the vibrancy of the colours and the lack of thorns adorning the stems.

You and the reporter nod, Ushijima lets a small smile settle on his face. “She told me they were her favourites,” he tells the reporter.

“Hm,” he hums before turning to you, microphone extending outwards. “is that your relationship advice for the viewers then? Giving your loved one gifts?”

You shake your head quickly, “Oh, no! No, that’s not my advice— Of course, do get your partner gifts if you know they’ll enjoy them.” Ushijima straightens up, hands snaking around your waist to stand beside you as the cameras pan out to record the both of you in the same shot.

“‘Toshi just really likes to get me little things,” you smile, reminicing on all the times your eyes barely glazed over something in a store front before he was scrambling inside the shop to buy it for you, despite your pleas.

“But gifts do not have to be expensive,” You reassure the viewers again, “just little trinkets that remind you of your partner will be enough.”

Ushijima nods before lifting your hand up to the camera, showing off the engagement ring with a large diamond displayed proudly atop it. “Yes, but I do like to splurge when it comes to her.”

You retract your hand quickly, warily eying your fiancé, “‘Toshi! Don’t make the viewers think they need to buy people’s happiness with expensive gifts!”

His head tilts unsurely, “My love, do you not like the ring I got you?”

“I-I do! When did I ever say I didn’t?”

His eyes crinkle slightly in concern, “Then why are you hiding our engagement ring from the viewers?”

“Because,” you sigh, “I don’t want young, inexperienced lovers to think they need something like a huge, flashy engagement ring to be loved by someone.”

“But you deserve the best,” he rebuffs, “There is nothing I wouldn’t buy for you if you asked.”

“‘Toshi.. this isn’t really helping our case…”

The reporter turns to Ushijima, “Even though this is a special for the JNT fiancées, the players are allowed to give their own insight.” He informs your soon-to-be husband, “Do you have anything else to add for our viewers?”

Ushijima thinks for a moment, silent in thought as you look to your fiancé, and the sight of his matching engagement ring twinkling under the bright studio lights filling your home catches your eye all too quickly.

“Do you have anything you want to say, ‘Toshi?” You nudge his shoulder slightly when he continues to remain quiet, an encouraging smile on your lips.

He nods, bringing the hand with your ring on it before giving the intricately cut diamond a kiss, his piercing eyes gazing deep into yours, causing your face to heat up fervently at his wolfish grin.

“Treat your partner the best that you can, like the lady she is and deserves to be treated as.”

SHOYO HINATA.

“don’t forget your anniversaries!”

Shoyo’s leg bounces feverishly as the reporter speaks to you casually, unable to contain his excitement at being asked to join you for this broadcasted interview special.

His grin is wide, beaming whenever you sneak small glances at him whenever the reporter looks down at their cue cards of start up questions to ease into the conversation, before the real topic is brought up.

“Do you have any relationship advice for our viewers?”

You’re about to speak until Shoyo interrupts you, quite literally flying out of his seat while brightly smiling as his hand grasps yours with a tight grip, “I do, I do!”

The reporter chortles, smiling at his tactics, “Thank you, Mr. Hinata. But this interview is specifically for your fiancée.” Shoyo’s face sullens lightly until he speaks again, “But you’re allowed to give your own thoughts when she’s done.”

Shoyo slumps back into his seat dejectedly as you rub his back comfortingly, “Sorry, Sho. But just let me speak first, okay?” His pout is replaced instantaneously at your words with the usual smile he holds when around you, “Alright, baby!”

You look towards the reporter, hand still clasped in Shoyo’s securely. “Here is my advice for a healthy relationship; Don’t forget your anniversaries.”

Your fiancé’s mouth hangs open in shock at your words, head whipping to face you with a hearty laugh, “That’s what I was going to say!”

The look of shock that spreads across your face amuses him, staring at you expectantly for a few moments before you too erupt into laughter, shoulders shaking in surprise as the two of you cling to each other for support, with Shoyo nearly falling off the couch with how hard he cackles.

He clings onto your shoulder to stop himself from tumbling, which in turn causes you to laugh harder as you try to pull him back up as Shoyo calls out for you to ‘save him’.

“Baby, I’m falling!” Shoyo shrieks while howling with laughter, “Grab my hand!”

“You’re already grabbing my hand, Sho!”

Cameras stationed around your living room pan to zoom in on Shoyo’s joyful face when he fools around with you, the grip he still holds on your hand as clear as day as you jokingly attempt to rescue his bumbling self.

The out of frame reporter looks to the two of you happily, the fact that you both seem so absorbed in each other and have forgotten about the interview portion of the broadcast is surprisingly heartwarming for both the crew and the viewers watching the broadcast.

Once the two of you manage to calm down, you shyly look back to the NHK crew with a timid smile.

“Sorry,” you apologize to your interviewer, coughing as you try to hold back another bout of laughter when you catch Shoyo smiling at you again, attempting to contain his giggles. “We got a little- uhm, carried away.”

“It’s no problem,” the reporter chuckles, “I can see the two of you are very much in love, so is that the advice you wish to tell our viewers on how your relationship with each other is so healthy?”

You and Shoyo nod simultaneously, “Yeah, don’t you ever forget your partner’s anniversaries!!” Shoyo sternly but playfully warns the viewers, “I’m serious, guys! Anniversaries are important!”

“What anniversaries should our viewers be aware of when it comes to their lovers?”

This time you speak up, “Well, the major and most well known ones of course,” you begin, listing off the ones you can recall at the moment.

“For example; first month together, first year spent as a couple, birthdays could also count I suppose—”

“Did you know I proposed to her on our fifth anniversary?” Shoyo interrupts excitedly, the same happy and bright smile on his face shining when he proudly pulls up his hand to show off the ring on his finger, “I was so caught up in the moment, I forgot to put the ring on her finger after she accepted!”

Recalling that memory brings warmth to your cheeks, “Yeah, he literally forgot about the ring in the box until I asked him about it later.”

“But in any case,” you circle back to original topic at hand, noticing the way Shoyo’s smile dampens a little when you switch back so quickly as you shoot him an apologetic smile, you don’t want to waste the reporter’s and NHK crew’s time any longer.

“Don’t forget your anniversaries, people! They’re a big deal for a ton of lovers!”

“Th-that’s right!” Shoyo piggybacks off your response, “And if you do forget, you better apologize a lot!”

The reporter nods, turning their attention to your fiancé. “And do you have any final thoughts for our viewers on how you maintain a healthy relationship with your fiancée, Mr. Hinata?”

Shoyo smiles deviously at the open ended question he’s been dying to answer this whole time; his hand creeping teasingly up your thigh to the small of your back as he leans in real close to you with a knowing wink, the flushed expression displayed on your face at his actions encourages him even more to continue.

His eyes glint with amusement, the mischievous grin on his lips is firm even in front of several strangers and cameras rolling in real time, footage of his behaviour being broadcasted to the entirety of Japan this very second.

And without shame or guilt, Shoyo smirks.

“Make your anniversary nights real special for her, trust me on that one.”

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ROMANCE TROPES — [HAIKYUU]

characters: hinata shoyo, miya atsumu, bokuto koutarou, sakusa kiyoomi content: gn! reader, the msby four, rich sakusa (i am a rich sakusa truther until the end), bokuto picks you up, sakusa is implied to be taller than you notes: omg i lowkey want to do a fuller version of sakusa’s part 

hinata shoyo ✶ love at first sight

slouched in a plastic airport seat, hinata’s leg bounces anxiously as he awaits his flight. rain beats down the side of the windows and he prays to whatever universal force there is that the flight leaves at the right time. he couldn’t fly with everyone else earlier since he celebrated his grandmother’s birthday with family but it put him on a late night flight that lined up with an incoming storm. 

he scrolls mindlessly through his social media feed, double-tapping a photo of oikawa’s reunion with his high school team and tanaka’s anniversary post for kiyoko. 

the speaker system crackles to life. “attention, passengers of flight 7644 to sapporo, due to inclement weather conditions, the flight has been delayed an estimated two hours. we apologize for the inconvenience and thank you for your patience.”

hinata curses under his breath, already on his way to pulling up the black jackals’s group chat to tell them. he pulls his cap off, running a hand through his hair with a long sigh. his phone begins to buzz with texts, no doubt from his coach telling him to keep them updated. 

he rests his forearms on his knees, slumping forward and skimming through the messages. then, he feels a cautious tap on his shoulder and a soft voice asks, “excuse me, do you have a charger i could use?”

when he looks up, hinata thinks the greater powers that be answered a different prayer of his. because holy shit he has never seen anyone as beautiful as you. you’re in a comfy-looking pullover and sweatpants and hinata only realizes he’s just been staring silently for a few seconds when your expression turns apologetic. “i’m sorry to bother you, i’ll ask someone else!”

“no, no, i’m sorry,” he says, words tumbling out of his mouth. he scrambles to unzip his backpack, rummaging through until he triumphantly pulls out his charger. he hands it to you and you thank him. before you can leave, he blurts out, “i’m hinata.”

“oh!” you stick your hand out and tell him your name with a small smile and when you do, hinata knows that he’s gone. 

miya atsumu ✶ brother’s best friend

osamu’s not sure how atsumu managed to weasel his way into his plans. it was a bit of a blur, atsumu practically crashing through the door of onigiri miya as osamu closed up shop to go get drinks with you, begging to be included. he supposes to reason was pity and atsumu’s pleading look as well as the fact that you work far away that had him agreeing to his brother tagging along. 

it was in your last year of high school that osamu figured out his brother had a big, fat crush on you. honestly, it should have been more obvious, especially with the way atsumu flaunted himself and often paraded around the house shirtless when he knew you were coming over. it bothered him at first, thinking bitterly that ‘tsumu couldn’t let him just have one thing to himself? but over time, the annoyance faded as he saw atsumu prove that this wasn’t just a flight-of-fancy, and osamu has already made peace with the very real possibility that you could be his in-law someday. that is, is atsumu could even tell you in the first place.

it’s a little disturbing, osamu thinks, watching the way atsumu flirts with you and wondering if he too makes the same googly-eyes at someone he’s crushing on or if that’s the way he sounds. you giggle when atsumu tries to take a sip of your margarita, telling him, “order your own then, ‘tsumu!”

“nah, yours tastes way better.”

“can’t take this scrub anywhere,” osamu says, earning a laugh from you and a glare from his twin.

you pat atsumu’s shoulder and osamu can’t believe you don’t feel how atsumu melts into your touch. “i’m actually glad both of you are here,” you say, “because i wanted to tell you guys that i’m moving back to tokyo! my boss promoted me so i’m back at main headquarters! isn’t that great?”

“that’s awesome,” osamu says, speaking for both himself and atsumu, who looks like he just won the lottery. 

bokuto koutarou ✶ opposites attract

whenever akaashi introduces you and bokuto as a couple to new people, he always gets pulled over to the side and asked in a whisper, “how did those two get together? he’s so… and they’re less…” 

akaashi can’t say that he wasn’t surprised when you and bokuto started dating back in high school, given that they two of you were on very different trajectories. obviously, bokuto was the captain of fukurodani’s volleyball team while you were student council president and vice-president of chess club. bokuto’s grade sat at the lower end of the spectrum while you were always within the top five students in your class. bokuto liked loud, screaming parties while you preferred a quiet night with a few friends. 

so when bokuto grabbed him by the shoulders one day and shook him, saying that he needed to tell you how he felt, akaashi was taken off-guarded. he didn’t even know you knew each other beyond having a mutual friend, him. 

maybe back then, akaashi would have agreed with the person asking him but now, he just tells them to observe the two of you. because when akaashi does, everything falls into place. like right now, as he and bokuto sit in the stands, watching your final chess match. if you win, you’ll hold onto your spot as a national champion and go on to compete internationally. 

out of the corner of his eyes, akaashi watches as bokuto sits at the very edge of his seat, chewing on his bottom lip. it’s clearly killing him not to cheer and it’s a testament to both his devotion to you. your hand hovers above the bishop before you switch quickly to the queen and move the piece with confidence, setting it down and announcing, “checkmate.”

the crowds erupts into the cheers and you’ve only barely finished shaking your opponent’s hand when bokuto flies out of his seat and barrels towards you. he sweeps you off your feet, spinning you once and setting you down before planting a big kiss on your cheek. you’re beaming as you’re handing your trophy, and bokuto steps back to let you soak up your spotlight. akaashi can’t help but notice that bokuto is beaming too and clapping the loudest. 

as the crowd starts to disperse, akaashi and bokuto join you again, ready to take you to your planned dinner. before you leave, bokuto says, “i was going to do this later but i can’t hold it in anymore, babe.” and he gets down on one knee with a ring box akaashi is all-too familiar with. 

sakusa kiyoomi ✶ reunited childhood sweethearts 

“try not to look so dour, sweetheart,” sakusa’s mother tells him as she fixes his tie. sakusa wants to grumble some choice words but he knows better than to complain to her. besides, he’s only partially paying attention, eyes darting about the crowd and back towards the venue’s entrance. 

he settles on adjusting his mask with a barely audible sigh and mumbles a quiet thanks as she flits to fuss over his older siblings. he glances again, disappointed as a different group of people waltzes in. he knows his older sister wouldn’t be so cruel as to lie to him that your family will be in attendance but the anxiety is making his antsy.

the two of you were inseparable as children with you being one of his only friends growing up.  you spent you days squirreled away in some nook reading or outside playing volleyball. your mothers always cooed that you two would get together one day, and as he got older and learned what that really meant, sakusa found himself hoping too. but then your parents took you and your siblings abroad, leaving him alone and heartbroken. he cut you off, hoping the distances and time would make your departure hurt less, but it didn’t.

sakusa doesn’t recognize the voice that calls his name but his head snaps towards the doorway. you’re standing in between your older sister and younger brother, waving at him. his heart skips a beat. your social media postings don’t do you enough justice; you’re even more attractive that the pixels he’s spent hours staring at. 

you still have that ever-present smile on your face and you quickly break-off from your family to bound over to him. without even thinking, his arms close around you as you embrace him tightly. you feel so familiar and he doesn’t want to let you go as you part. evidently, you don’t either as you keep him close still, only leaning away to look at him. “you’re so tall,” you laugh, more shyly you add, “and very handsome.”

this time, sakusa thinks his heart stops. 

“Hey,” Hinata asks you one day, as you both sit on the bed in your dorm, “have you ever been kissed?”

The sudden question startles you, causing you to raise your eyebrows at him. “Huh? What brought this on?”

He shrugs. “Eh, Atsumu talks about kissing sometimes. I’ve never done it.”

“I haven’t either.” You tell him a little quietly. It’s always been a spot of insecurity with you, your lack of experience, especially since people say college is supposed to be the perfect place to experiment and have fun.

You haven’t done any of that, and the only person you hang out with regularly is Hinata, and he’s not too keen on partying either.

“Maybe we should.” Hinata says, a bit obviously.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, okay Hinata. Let me know when you find someone, and then come back and set me up too.”

He nudges you playfully. “No, I mean maybe we should. You and I. Kiss.”

Feeling like you’re dreaming, you pinch yourself a bit, then turn to him with wide eyes when you don’t wake up. “You want to…kiss each other? Why?”

“Practice.” The tone in his voice indicates that it should’ve been obvious to you, but you’re still not convinced you haven’t been asleep or in a coma.

But on the other hand, he’s right. And practice is good, because it’s be embarrassing if you didn’t know how to kiss. No other reason.

You set your textbook down and turn your body towards Hinata. “Okay. You’re right. Lay one on me.”

“Me? Why don’t you do it?”

“It was your idea.”

“But I don’t know how!”

“Neither do I!”

It takes about ten minutes of bickering and researching on the internet for the two of you to figure out what to do. It makes you feel a little silly, looking up how to kiss, but Hinata is looking at you with a fierce determination in his eyes that only rivals the look he puts on when he’s playing volleyball.

“Okay, are you ready?”

He doesn’t really give a response, as it were, he just…kisses you. He’s not bad, if you were being honest, not that you have anything to compare it to.

The two of you kiss for what feels like ages and when you pull away, Hinata’s face is flushed.

“I think we need to do it again.” He tells you. And you agree.

***

It becomes a thing. The kissing. Every time Hinata is over, he always wants to kiss. And you don’t argue! You like it, you do. But it’s also been stirring up feelings in your chest.

You know you like Hinata, you’ve always liked Hinata. You’re of the opinion that someone would have to be an idiot to not like him. But the fact remains that you don’t know how much longer you can take all of the kissing without shaking him so hard his brain falls out of his ears.

Like now. You’re kissing and his hands are sitting very politely on your waist, occasionally twitching and causing you to laugh because it tickles. Your hands are on his cheeks. The swelling in your chest is almost painful.

You pull away from the kiss abruptly and Hinata frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“I understand for the first time. Maybe the second and third, too. But it’s been weeks since then, and we kiss almost every day.”

“I thought that’s what people who date do.” He tells you, a bit confused.

“What do you mean by that, Hinata?” You feel a bit dizzy.

“Aren’t we?”

“No! I don’t think so?”

You think back to every interaction you’ve had over the past few weeks, and more and more the pieces start clicking.

“Oh my god.”

Hinata hands you some water.

You take it, still a bit thrown. You’ve been dating him for ages.

“Can we kiss now?”

He’s lucky you don’t throw him out the window.

religion's in your lips

third year to timeskip!hinata x fem!reader, a tad suggestive

It’s Shoyo’s fault.

You don’t join Shoyo’s outings often; most of them are volleyball-related anyway, and you didn’t want to get in the way. But right now, it’s just the third years, and Shoyo had begged so sweetly with round eyes that you would be cruel to even think about denying him.

Kageyama sits on your other side, stiff and polite, jostled here and there by Shoyo pressing up against you. Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, and Yachi sit on the other side of the table. Conversation is light and comfortable. They don’t exclude you even when talking about practice matches and lineups—Yamaguchi asks you about your own club ever so often, too.

Yamaguchi claps his hand, forcing everyone’s attention on him. Except Shoyo, who’s busy tracing stars on your hand. “Do you guys want to watch a movie this weekend? I heard they’re releasing a sequel of the one we watched back in first year.”

Yachi emits a wordless sound of excitement, easily agreeing. Kageyama and Tsukishima begrudgingly agree at the same time, then sneer at each other. Then they all turn to you and Shoyo.

Shoyo grins. “Sorry, I got plans already.”

“You get a girlfriend, and suddenly you forget about us,” Yamaguchi mourns. Shoyo laughs while you get flustered and assure them that you’re not keeping your boyfriend hostage. Kageyama says that they know Hinata is the one doing it.

“You’re going to watch our match next week, though, right?” Shoyo asks you in a low whisper, as the other three dutifully settle in their own world.

“You don’t even need to ask, Shoyo,” you tell him. “Of course.”

Shoyo’s eyes brighten impossibly, face split into a grin. He looks like he wants to push you down onto the floor to kiss you in front of his friends, but he doesn’t. You knew he wouldn’t.

It’s Shoyo’s fault.

Really. Seriously this time. Specifically, Hinata Shoyo from third year. He’s changed from first year, gained more confidence, but he’s still shy and soft-spoken with you, which you expected from someone as sweet as him. It set your expectations for him and what your relationship would look like in the years and years that you’ll spend with him: bearing that first love kind of shyness.

It takes about two years to prove you wrong.

When Shoyo came back from Brazil, the first thing he did was kiss you breathless in front of everyone in the airport.

His strong arms around your waist, pulling you up—which you had to think ‘thank God’ for because your knees have definitely buckled. You don’t think too much about it, because he’s been gone for two years—two!!—and you’ve missed each other too much.

But when Hinata’s mouth descends to your jaw, you have to push him by the chest and exclaim (albeit weakly), “Shoyo—there are still people behind us!”

Shoyo blinks and pulls off, his eyes fogged over with heat that makes you have to look away, having to remind yourself that you’re in public and you do not want to beg for him to continue. Thankfully, his friends yelling his name seems to have snapped him out of it.

But his palm never left your side, splayed over your hip like a mark.

It gets worse at his homecoming party thrown by his teammates back at Karasuno. You’re familiar with them, and they’re familiar with you, so of course, it wasn’t a problem when Shoyo was pulled away to greet everyone. You made friendly conversation with Sugawara-san, caught up with Nishinoya, and joked around all night with Yamaguchi and Tsukishima.

“You called each other every night?” Yamaguchi’s brows have shot up all the way to his hairline.

You smile. “I mean—isn’t it normal for people in a relationship?”

Tsukishima shrugs. “Hinata loves you as much as he loves volleyball, I’m not surprised.”

Yamaguchi considers it. “Hmm, I guess.”

“Hinata’s waiting for you,” Kageyama mutters from behind you, appearing out of nowhere. His brows are stitched together, and his mouth is pulled in his ever-permanent Kageyama pout. “His staring is pissing me off. Can you go get him?”

“He’s not a dog, Tobio,” you chide lightly but grin all the same when you turn to your side and see Hinata Shoyo’s eyes drilling holes into your head.

He’s not mouthing anything. Shoyo stays seated on the loveseat, looking entirely isolated from the crowd around him. His eyes say it all: come here.

Helpless to his whims, you obey.

“Shoyo,” you murmur as soon as you reach him.

He pulls you to his lap. “Baby.”

You freeze. He’s never called you that before—his expression isn’t shy at all, too, just expectant. Heat crawls down your body as he tugs your back to his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder. Shoyo’s own warmth is a burning sensation. You feel lightheaded.

“Ah—well, um.” You pinch your arm. “Are you feeling okay? Did you drink?”

“There’s no alcohol here.”

“I’m pretty sure I saw Sugawara-san holding a bottle.”

“Ah, well. Sugawara-san.”

You understand. What you don’t understand is what happened in those two years to have Shoyo’s hand crawling on your thigh, a scorching mark on only that part of your skin. To have Shoyo’s breath on the nape of your neck without him flushing and flinching away. To have Shoyo have this air of confidence around him that’s usually in volleyball suddenly translate to you.

“Did you miss me this much?”

“You have no idea, don’t you?” The implications are clear: I could show you how much, if you want.

Still, this development is very sudden. You squirm on his lap, but Shoyo doesn’t relent. He keeps you there, a puddle in his hands. Nobody is watching—or maybe they’re just being respectful, but you feel flustered facing this side of Shoyo in public.

“Shoyo,” you warn. “Not here.”

It’s Heitor’s fault.

Ever since Hinata had met Heitor and Nice and witnessed how unapologetically intimate they were with each other, Hinata became envious. He wanted that, too. He wanted that with you.

“Well, why wouldn’t you?” Heitor asked when Hinata lamented to him.

Hinata made a pitiful noise, like a deflating balloon. “I don’t know. I think she just thinks I’m too cute to take that seriously.”

Heitor laughs. “Shoyo. Trust me. You’ll drive your girl crazy if you’re confident with it.”

It’s Heitor’s fault, and Hinata is eternally grateful for it, seeing your wide-eyed face beneath him like this. He loves it when he surprises people, but yours might be a different kind of thrill that he’s already addicted to.

  apple bottom jeans ᵕ̈       timeskip!hq men ( atsumu , shōyō ,       oikawa , ushijima ) that i think can       actually dance at the club ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : and i DON ' T mean just ⋮⋮  two-stepping to the music blasting, ⋮⋮  jesus christ no!!!

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🎶 on shuffle " dare " - gorillaz

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ thought of this while listening to gorillaz 💪 someone take me out partying pleaseee i need to dance and sweat and get buzzed again !! ”

︴miya atsumu ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

big frat guy energy but unfortunately he gets away with it because they way he looks at you, drink in hand, as he's bumpin to the beat is HOTTTT

like guys... c'mon now

with the top buttons of his shirt undone and like a chain on yes pls

the type to look straight into your eyes as you two sing along to songs line for line, BAR! for BAR!!!

lots of action with the arms and elbows from him (yeah frat energy i fear)

hand on your ass as you two vibe to the music, definitely, no question

he'd be hyping you up too with like one of those stupid cartoonish-ass whistles AHHHH THE DEMONS ARE MAKING ME TYPE THIS

also he can get into it without even drinking like just let this man dance!!! (but ofc he has a few shots it's a fucking party lmao)

beige flag: he will jump up and down to some carti or kanye or some shit and he will look a bit corny if you really squint

︴hinata shōyō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

A LITTLE MUCH AT TIMES like babes this is not magic mike chill with the body rolling bud

but also the redheads got some good moves, good for him!

it's all in the shoulders 🫡

like think that timothee chalemet edit that went viral during quarantine (💀💀💀)

likes to spin you around and really dance with you y'know

holding ur hands the whole time aw

just wants to make sure yall are having a good time

watch out for when those latin songs come on tho because this boy will go HAMMM

shoyo my brazillian king x bad bunny? YUPPPP

p.s. he would def end up crowd surfing somehow

︴oikawa tōru ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

one that sways along with you from behind so that randos can't sneak up on you (romance is so back!!)

hands always on your waist, holding you close

talks to you by bending down and mumbling into your ear barkbarkwoofbarkwoofwoof

like a chiller 'tsumu bc i don't think he's really the type to be belting lyrics with you like that but he's definitely feeling himself LORD

don't be scared, shake some ass on him, he don't mind 🤷‍♀️

if he ends up in front of you, gets really close to you, like all up in your personal space, still dancing ofc

but he can't help his eyes RAKING you up and down when you two are like that heart eyes

if a nikki minaj song comes own he definitely knows all the lyrics OOPS WHO SAID THAT NOT ME

︴ushijima wakatoshi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

HEAR ME OUT

he needs a few drinks to get there BUT!!! he can get a little loose you feel me?

it's starts out gradual, bc completely sober he's definitely a two-stepper booooo

but as the alcohol kicks in, and they especially play the more fun and carefree songs not so much the tiktok thirst trap type tracks lol–he starts opening up more!

and its kinda cute like his skillset is kinda limited to dance moves straight out of a coming of age film dance montage

lowkey the toby maguire dance from spiderman 3 is gonna make an appearance (ushi secret geek agenda but that's my ted talk for another day)

i can see him getting turnt to some chappell roan (him doing the hot to go! dance 😭)

but but but the BEST part's when he's fighting back a smile as he's dancing, you two feeling like you're the only ones on the dance floor together

or your arms up and around his neck and his hands on your hips, him not being able to keep his eyes off you, feeling the bass hitting in your chests... yeahhhh

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︴nishinoya yū + tanaka ryūnosuke ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

i HAVE to put them together in an honorable mention because you bet if one of them is dancing, the other is holding their phone flashlight up, shining it all on the other

they both pull up in shades even if the club is inside 💀💀💀

dance circle? THEY'RE GETTING STURDY IN THERE

THEY'RE DOING THE WORM

GETTIN DOWN LOWWWW

maybe even hitting the gritty? who knows? ironically ofc (not)

like yeah they obviously can dance well with someone each on their own

but the amount of money i'd pay to go clubbing with the both of them? embarrassingly large amount i'm willing to give up

trulyyy life of the party when they're both on the dancefloor together