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Ti faccio la richiesta in italiano xké sono più comoda, ma tu fai pure il post in inglese

Puoi fare uno scenario con la reazione degli alzatori (Kageyama, Suga, Oikawa, Kenma e Akaashi) quando la loro ragazza indossa la sua maglia (quella della sua squadra)? Il motivo lo puoi scegliere tu

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Haikyuu!! ~Is that my jersey?~

Manga/anime: Haikyuu!!

Warnings: spoilers from chapter 328 to chapter 337 in Akaashi's part and of Oikawa and Kenma's future

(Y/N): your name

Kageyama is coming back from training in pieces, dragging his feet as he walks, his eyes struggling to stay open and the shoulder on which he rests his bag getting heavier with each step, and still scolding Hinata in his mind for forcing him to toss for him until nine in the evening.

As soon as he enters his house, ready to receive a good scolding from his parents, the boy remembers a small detail: his girlfriend (Y/N). Due to the imminent arrival of exams, and since he isn't particularly good at studying, they had arranged to meet in his room to prepare together for them. It's a shame their meeting's time has already been exceeded a long time ago.

Ignoring his furious parents, Kageyama rushes into his room, and he would fall to the floor like his bag, which he dropped as soon as he entered the house, if he didn't hold on to the door frame, because what he sees almost causes him to collapse to the ground: his girlfriend is lying on his bed, hugging his pillow and wearing his team jersey, while dozing.

The boy's face becomes the equivalent of a tomato and his body begins to tremble slightly, while he can't stop looking at the number nine on the girl's chest, which rises and falls regularly.

Walking quickly, Kageyama approaches (Y/N), fearing she's an illusion and she might disappear; he then stops to take the pillow from her arms and replace it with himself, never taking his eyes off her. His mind is in total confusion and, if Hinata saw him in that state, he would probably make fun of him, because he's red, sweaty, shaking and agitated.

The final blow comes when the girl holds him close and rests her head on his chest, rubbing against it like a cat, and the boy almost forgets how to breathe, paralyzing himself like a wooden board. His mind is about to short circuit and only three concepts repeat in it: (Y/N), my jersey and pretty.

It goes without saying, but he won't sleep at all that night: all he'll have on his mind will be how extremely adorable (Y/N) looks in his jersey.

It isn't even eight in the morning and (Y/N)'s day is already horrible: not only she woke up late because her alarm didn't go off and missed the bus she always takes with her boyfriend Sugawara, but she also spilled her juice on her school uniform, which is now all sticky.

For these reasons, the girl is in the locker room of the volleyball team: her boyfriend, who had been waiting for her in front of the school and found her in that state, has proposed to lend her his team jersey while he goes to look for Kiyoko to ask her if she has an extra uniform, so that (Y/N) doesn't remain wet and sticky.

"(Y/N) -After about ten minutes, the boy comes back into the room holding a clean uniform- Shimizu didn't have a uniform, but Yachi did. I hope it fits yo-"

He can't even finish the sentence, and he freezes: I'm seeing an angel, he thinks. That angel is a very embarrassed (Y/N), who tries to pull down her boyfriend's jersey, which reaches just below her thighs, as much as possible.

Sugawara's face turns all red and his eyes can't leave her, while he swallows the saliva which has accumulated in his mouth.

"Are you okay, Koushi?" The girl's words seem to awaken the boy from the trance he was in, so much so he almost drops Yachi's clothes.

"Y-yeah… yeah… You're just… so pretty…" The more he talks, the softer his voice becomes, until it's just a whisper, and his blush pushes Sugawara to cover his face with his hand.

"Awwwww, thanks, Koushi!" (Y/N) runs to hug him, burying her face in his chest, while he does the same but in her neck, trying not to think anymore about his girlfriend's body dressed only in his jersey against his.

After a grueling afternoon of training with his team, Oikawa can finally go home to his girlfriend (Y/N).

"Tadaima (I'm home)!" He exclaims, entering the house, happy and ready for a cuddle session with his girlfriend.

"Okaeri (Welcome back)." The man hears her voice from the kitchen, and so he goes to her.

"Awwwww, did you miss me that much, cutie?" Oikawa coos at the beauty of (Y/N), whose back is turned while she's cooking, and who is wearing his old jersey of Aoba Johsai.

In fact, while sorting out their old things that day, the woman found her boyfriend's jersey neatly folded along with the other high school items, so she decided to wear it to surprise him, and then she went to cook.

"How am I?" (Y/N) does a pirouette, showing her face to Oikawa, who doesn't even answer: he only takes a photo of her.

"Tooru! Did you just take a picture of me?!"

"You're too cute like this. I'm sending it to Iwa-chan!"

"Noooo!" The woman tries to take the phone from the man, but she finds herself with her head against his chest and then picked up and thrown on their sofa hugging him.

"Tooru, let me go!" Oikawa refuses, holding (Y/N) tighter to him.

"No! I worked so hard today, and then I found you dressed like this, so I deserve my cuddles -His voice then becomes lower- and next time, if you don't want an even greater reaction, let me know you'll wear my jersey again." Indeed, the man didn't show it much, but he internally screamed as soon as he saw the woman dressed like that, and he really wanted to be welcomed by her like that every day of his life.

In fact, while holding his girlfriend, Oikawa thinks only about one thing: perhaps it's time to contact the jewelry; Oikawa (Y/N) doesn't sound that bad…

3.00am.

(Y/N) was alone in her and her boyfriend Kenma's bed. He was in his studio finishing a live, despite her numerous requests to sleep with her.

Time passes and passes, but the woman still can't fall asleep, both because she misses her boyfriend and because she sees too much light in the corridor due to his computer being turned on, so she decides to go to call him again.

"Kenma, can you come to bed with me? It's late and I can't sleep..."

"I'm almost done, I just have to get through a few levels and then defeat the final boss. You can come here near me, I'm not on video."

The woman approaches the man and sits next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and snuggling into his side, but without preventing him from being able to move.

After a few minutes, Kenma stops the game to look at her softly, but his gaze soon turns to total amazement: his eyes widen slightly, his body paralyzes for a few seconds and his heart seems to jump out of his chest because of how hard it's beating.

"Sorry guys, but it's time to end the live. I'll resume the game tomorrow."

(Y/N), who had been dozing off on his shoulder, immediately wakes up at those words, letting out a small scream when he picks her up like a bride and carries her to the bedroom.

Meanwhile, the man had only one image in his mind: his beautiful girlfriend dressed in his old team jersey, which is loose and allows him to see one of her shoulders, and cute socks with kittens, all sleepy while she pushes her face against the his chest.

"Kenma!" The woman exclaims, after Kenma drops her on their bed and then positions himself astride her, supporting himself on his arms to prevent all his weight from falling on her.

"You look cute… in my jersey…" He murmurs, looking away from her.

Fukurodani is losing the first set against Mujinazaka and Akaashi is on the bench, after losing his composure.

Meanwhile, his girlfriend was in the stands supporting him but, worried about him, she has headed to where he was. Quickly descending, she approaches him and finds him sitting with his head in his hands looking desperate.

"Keiji…" The boy looks up at his girlfriend, and he swears he almost faints: his girlfriend should be arrested for the crime of being too cute, since she's wearing his spare team jersey. The fabric runs down to her knees, covered by a black legging, and the number five is located just below her heart.

"W-what -Akaashi needs to take a few seconds to clear his throat- what are you wearing?"

"Your shirt… I put it on to support you… Bokuto-san said you would like it."

"Sorry… You came all this way, and we're losing because of me."

"Don't apologise. Keiji -(Y/N) murmurs, approaching him- I came because I wanted to give you all my support and I wore your jersey because, if someone had asked me who was my favorite player, I would have pointed to it and said you're my number one. So you don't need to worry, okay? Go and win!"

With that, the girl smiles sweetly, and a light dusting of red spreads across the boy's cheeks: she's too cute.

Screams mixed with happiness and disappointment spread throughout the gym, and Akaashi realizes what happened: Fukurodani lost the first set.

"Akaashi, do you feel up to it now?" The coach asks him, and he nods.

However, before taking the field, he mutters, without letting (Y/N) see his red face: "If we win, will you wear my jersey again?"

"Yes!"

He'll definitely have to thank Bokuto after their victory.

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Heiii, sono ancora io!

Mi è piaciuto un botto quello che hai scritto per la mia richiesta

Puoi fare degli headcanon del quartetto dei primi anni di Karasuno, Noya, Oikawa, Kuroo, Lev, Tendo, Goshiki e Tsumu con una fidanzata molto piccola (tipo 1,40 o 1,45)?

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Haikyuu!! ~With a short reader 1st part~

Manga/anime: Haikyuu!!

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

As usual, I divided the request into two parts: 2nd part is here.

Hinata S.

He feels so high when he's with you!

He always claims to have fallen in love with you since your first meeting: one day, while running (he was late for training with his team), he bumped into you, knocking you to the ground; then, he stopped to help you, but by mistake he said: "You're so tiny..."; he didn't mean to be mean, and he was about to apologize, but the words got stuck in his throat after hearing you mutter: "You're the one who's tall"; that day he arrived at training not only late, but also red as a tomato

Despite the first words he told you, he thinks your height is very cute and, above all, perfect for him, since you've the right height to fit in his arms: in fact, he loves to hug you, cuddle you, or just have your body against his in some way

He'll never tease you about your height and, if someone does so, he'll run up to them and yell at them to stop (like he did to defend Kiyoko from Terushima)

He loves picking you up, especially while you kiss; sometimes he also does so to greet you after you haven't seen each other for a long time: he picks you up and turns you around, then he kisses you

Kageyama T.

The first time he met you, he was struck by your cuteness: when he had to introduce himself to you, his voice was trembling and he almost mispronounced his name (he really wanted to bury himself out of embarrassment); furthermore, he was terribly blushing and felt as if he was about to fall to the ground

When you two go out together, he's very careful not to lose you in the crowd, especially if there are a lot of people: he stands next to you and always holds your hand, not without blushing, to guide you

Once he lost sight of you in a store and got very worried; he looked for you in every lane, he was desperate, until he heard the loudspeaker: "Mr. Kageyama Tobio, come to cashier 12. We've found your daughter."; he tried not to laugh all the way home

His favorite thing to do is rest his head on yours, as your height is perfect for him to lean over, while hugging you from behind (because otherwise you would see his face red)

If he sees you cheering for him during a game, he'll feel very excited; if you even wore his jersey, he would literally die of embarrassment (Tsukishima will never let him forget it) and work even harder

Tsukishima K.

Whenever he can, he teases you a lot: he never misses an opportunity to do so, either through his gestures (for example by resting his arm on your head as if it were an armrest), or with words ("Oh? Sorry, I didn't see you, you're too small.")

Furthermore, speaking of words, he comes up with every nickname having to do with short for you: "chibi" (small) or "chibi-chan", "my little one" (with great emphasis on little)...

However, if someone makes fun of you, he stands to his full height and glares at him: he's the only one who can tease you

If you wear his clothes, which are literally huge on you, he takes the opportunity to tease you about your height, but he only does it to prevent you from noticing his embarrassment; if you also puff out your cheeks or pout in irritation, he'll have to cover the lower part of his face with one of his hands to prevent you from seeing his deep blush

One thing that amuses him a lot is when you try to kiss him, but of course you can't do it if he doesn't lean down ("Oh? Are you too short to reach me, chibi-chan?" "Shut up and lean down so I can kiss you, dummy!")

Yamaguchi T.

If you play with his hands and compare them with your smaller ones, he'll melt and blush very heavily; nevertheless, he loves holding your hands, precisely because they're much smaller than his

When he sees you in his clothes, especially in his team jersey, he gets so embarrassed he has to put his hands in front of his face or hide it in other ways; the first time he saw you like that, he fainted for a few minutes and, after he recovered, he couldn't look at you for fear of becoming dazed looking at your cuteness

He'll also die of embarrassment if you grab him by the collar of his shirt or the tie to lower him to your height and kiss him

Although he's a really shy person, I think there are moments when he becomes more bold and courageous: one of those is if someone makes fun of you (really, he totally transforms into another person and yells at them you're perfect just the way you're)

Some are subtle moments where he playfully teases you, but he stops as soon as he notices you're offended or saddened; others happen when he spontaneously picks you up to help you reach overhead objects you can't reach on your own or when you kiss

Nishinoya Y.

Since he isn't the tallest, and sometimes he felt bad about it, he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable or sad about your height: if you were ever unhappy due to that, he, unexpectedly serious, would take your hands in his, whispering softly to you you're perfect just the way you're

Instead, if he were the one who hurt you, he would literally kneel at your feet begging you for forgiveness

He loves when you see each other after a long time and you run towards him and jump on him, holding him like a koala; he always grabs and spins you around a couple of times, and then he kisses you

Since sometimes neither you nor he can reach objects too high up on the shelves, he lifts you up to get them; one day, he did a really stupid thing: he took you on his shoulders, but unfortunately he slipped and you both fell to the ground (obviously he broke your fall and you didn't hurt yourself)

One day, during the time out of a match during which he wasn't in perfect shape, he saw you in the stands cheering him on while wearing his jersey; from that moment on, in that match no ball touched the ground in Karasuno's field

Here we are: it's been exactly a year since my first post. I wanted to thank all my followers: thanks to all of you for following me, for reblogging, voting and commenting on my posts, thanks to you my account lives!

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kageyama x reader - “birthday gifts and wishes”

genre: fluff

word count: 644

warnings: none

notes: part three of the five-part christmas special and bday gift to one talented setter boi 

theme: postcard

kageyama woke up with a slight skip in his steps.

it was december twenty-second, his birthday. that alone was not enough to bring the buzzing excitement in his veins. however, there was something that awaited him and that made him flutter in raw anticipation. heck, he was probably more excited for this than the actual christmas day. he hadn't been able to keep still since yesterday, even hinata called out the strange light in his eyes that seemed to mirror the ocean waves in a jolly, summer morning. 

kageyama tried to hide the giddy giggles that somehow managed to rise up his chest. hands trembling ever so slightly, he reached out to the mailbox, shoving away the bills to pick up the distinct, familiar red envelope that rests at the bottom of the pile. forget breakfast, he thought as he walked past the small cozy kitchen of his home. this was just a bit more important. he lightly shook his head at the out-of-character notions he has been making since his day started but who can blame him?

carefully, he tore the envelope open and with all grace, lifted the stationery inside. lo and behold, his annual birthday postcard from you. the front of the card showed an almost meme-like illustration of a mischievous santa claus with messy cursive writings at the bottom that read: 'don't tell jesus but santa also likes to celebrate your birthday.' kageyama smiled at the thought of you and your cheesy laugh as you tried to find the perfect card for him. only you would give him something like this.

his eyes scanned the contents of your letter. each word well-read and taken into heart. you talked about your roommates' plans, your mother's special dish that made you a few grams heavier, and above all, how much you wanted to be by his side. he sighed as he pulled the card close to his chest as his body falls back into his bed. he wanted that too.

having a long-distance relationship was hard and more often than not, it hurt. kageyama wanted to feel your skin touching as you walked side by side, pinkies linked. he wanted to see you belt out your favorite song just a key too low as you swing your hips to the beat, without a care in the world. he wanted to breathe in your scent, shampoo long faded into a lingering soft scent. he wanted you but he knew he couldn't.

kageyama closed his eyes, hiding away the oceans deep worth of longing they held. regret sunk his heart, mellowing down the excitement he initially felt earlier. he wished he held you more. he wished he didn't ignore you when you wanted to cuddle. he wished he said 'i love you' more. he wished he gave you more gifts. he wished he swallowed his pride and embarrassment while you were still in arms reach. he wished you were here.

the sudden sound of knocking made him stand up from his position in the bed. he half-expected it to be the boys from the volleyball club but he was unsure if they would actually come to his home given his reputation as the 'resident grump' alongside tsukishima. he muttered a small 'wait a minute' before he opened the door. halting in his steps, mouth wide open and breath stuck in his throat, he stared.

they say that once in a while, you do actually get what you wish for.

you were as bright as ever, as you stood there in front of him in flesh— as if you never left, "hi there!"

"hah," for the first time in a while, kageyama smiled. a wide, childish, genuine one. eyes crinkled shut with just the hint of them misting over, "hello."

kageyama slept that night with his heart full of gratitude and his arms, of you.

Somebody tell me where I can buy one of these boys 😭❤️

Is that your husband over there? That husband right there? The one who is sneakily reaching for your hand to wrap around his arm? The same one who has been distastefully eyeing a certain co worker of yours the whole time you both have been at this event? That one? The one who, when confronted about his actions, will tell you with certainty that he did no such thing?

Yep, that husband right there. The one whose face is pressed against your chest while mumbling something incoherent everytime you kiss the space between his eyebrows. Telling him that if he keeps looking so grumpy that 'it might be permanent'. The only one who can get away with such childish actions and even get rewarded for it. He's yours anyway, so what's the harm in spoiling him a little?

The one who tightens his arms around you to prevent your attempted escape. Even going as far as to trap your legs in his, pushing you further into his broad chest. He curses the sun for rising too soon and makes it known to you, once again going further by turning to face the wall with you still in his iron grip. You know you have to work and he does too, but one day doesn't matter in the long train of work you both have. So with a sigh, you snuggle closer into his embrace and close your eyes once more, letting the warmth of it all lull you back to sleep. The day can wait, you have a husband to help you through today and for the rest of your life anyway.

SAKUSA <3333, ATSUMU, Osamu, Hinata, KAGEYAMA <333, Ushijima, OIKAWA, BOKUTO (1# guy who doesn't want to let you go), Iwaizumi, Honestly I can see all of them doing this

THIS IS SO ADORABLE WHAAAAT

DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right.

premise. the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the popular fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (koutarou bokuto, morisuke yaku, kiyoomi sakusa & tobio kageyama). fluff. downbad fiancés. suggestive jokes & allusions to sex. petnames. alcohol. overseas!kageyama & yaku (LDR). reader lives in japan (does not equal being japanese). a litte angst.

notes. this part is… a little long! sit down for it ❤︎

soundtrack. dear future husband — meghan trainor.

part one can be read here.

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

KOUTAROU BOKUTO.

“Been awhile since I last drank,” Bokuto cracks his knuckles upon seeing the many selections of beer he gets to choose, fingers twitching eagerly as they hover over the bottles. “Wonder what I should get…”

You sigh beside him jokingly, nudging his shoulder with your elbow, “We don’t have all day, Kou.”

“I’m just looking!” He chuckles, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

He randomly picks up a bottle of Sapporo, rotating it in his hands before nodding to himself, “This seems good!”

You place your hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the studio for a final run through before the broadcast, “Alright, Kou. Now let’s get this started!”

The NHK film crew do a final mic and sound check when you arrive as a staff member seats you both at the table in the centre of the studio, a pile of cards with questions written on them, two shot glasses and the Sapporo bottle your fiancé picked out lined on it’s top.

After fiddling with the microphones hidden inside your clothes, the crew give you two a thumbs up and rush back to their cameras to start the recording.

Bokuto’s entire body is turned towards the cameras, sitting on the edge of his seat as he eagerly greets the viewers, “Hey! I’m Koutarou Bokuto,” he catches your eyes with a bright smile, grabbing your hand from across the table, “And this is my fiancée!”

“And we’ve been together for three years now,” You finish for him, hands folded neatly on the table, the cameras pan to show off the engagment rings that sits prettily on both you and Bokuto’s fingers.

“Four months engaged.”

“And we’re playing truth or drink!” You and Bokuto announce happily together, smiling at each other before turning your bodies back to face the cameras. The film crew adjust their angles, moving their cameras off their stands to get better opening shots of you and your fiancé.

“You guys ready to play?” The head camera crew member asks, giving you the okay to start the game.

The studio lights illuminate the white backdropped room, enveloping your eyes in waves whenever you stare at the camera lenses for a little too long.

You and Bokuto nod as he shifts his gaze towards you, “Want me to go first, Baby?” He asks, already grabbing his shot glass and the bottle of Sapporo. You giggle, “So eager to get drunk, Kou?”

“I told you, it’s been awhile!” He beams, pouring out the alcohol carefully into his shot and grabbing the top card from the pile on the table.

“What do you like most about me?” he reads aloud, looking up at you curiously, “I’m pretty sure you’ve told me this exact answer before.”

“Have I?” you tilt your head in thought, thinking the question over, “I mean, probably. It has been three years, after all.”

Bokuto places the card face down on his side of the table, combing through his hair, “I think when we first started dating, you told me it was my hair.”

“It is nice,” you agree, causing Bokuto to start laughing and in turn making you giggle as well. The two of you are already giddy and snickering despite no alcohol being present in your systems yet, “But I think now that we’re engaged, I can give a more detailed answer.”

“Oh?”

He leans over the table excitedly, a wide grin plastered across his face, “Tell me, Baby! What do you like most about me?” His hand is still placed atop of yours, the perfectly cut gems in both of your rings twinkling in sync underneath the studio lights, perfectly complimenting you fiancé’s eyes.

You hum in faux thought for a moment before smirking, “Hmm, your muscles.”

Bokuto’s smile drops slightly to a pout, still keeping his bright composure while masking his lowered grin, “Awe, Baby I thought you were going to say something like, real deep and emotional!” He jests, “Like how you love that I make you smile, y’know?”

You throw your head back in laughter, nudging his shoulder with your free hand, “I’m kidding, Kou!” Your smile is genuine when you see how disappointed he was at first at your reply, looking straight into his eyes as a way reassure him.

“Yes, Kou. What I like most is that you make me the happiest every day I’m with you.”

His smile brightens significantly, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips as he leans back into his chair, “Damn, played by my own girl.”

He slides the pile of cards over to you with a mischievous smirk, “Not that I’m complaining.”

You take the top card off the pile and read it over, fingers twirling the empty shot glass in your hands. Your lips purse as you try to contain the giggles making their way up your throat while reading the question on the card, hands quivering in silent laughter.

“Have you ever wanted to fuck one of our friends while with me?” Bokuto’s eyes seem to pop out of his head at the vast difference and shift in questions, turning to the NHK staff while laughing, “Are you sure this is okay to broadcast?”

The film crew nod, to which Bokuto shrugs, “Alright, then,” before turning back to you. “Uhh, can I just like- take a shot right now?”

“You’d rather drink than not tell me?” You joke, pouring out the Sapporo for your fiancé, “Damn, Kou. Do I not satisfy you enough?”

“Of course you do!” He corrects himself hastily, “It’s just, uh..” he leans in closer to you whisper in your ear quietly, “I don’t want to say Atsumu on national T.V...”

Your hand flies to your mouth in shock, shoulders shaking as you try to contain your cackles, “Atsumu?” you repeat in a hushed tone, making sure you heard him correctly. “Him?”

“He’s got nice hair!”

You both start to laugh at how hair seems to be a common appealing trait you notice in people. Shaking your head in mock disappointment, you shove the stack of questions back over to your fiancé’s side for his turn.

“What is the most embarrassing thing you caught me doing when I thought I was alone?” Bokuto asks, reading from the card he picked off the top of the pile and glancing back up at you.

You hum in thought for a moment, pondering the question.

“Uhm, I think that time you were rehearsing your Valentines day speech to me before we went out to eat at that restaurant a few years ago,” you reveal cautiously, “but you were using a pillow with a photo of my face taped on it as a stand-in.”

Bokuto’s jaw drops at the revelation, nearly falling out of his chair from the shock of what you just divulged to him, “You were there? Watching me do that?”

You have to practically fight the cackle bubbling it’s way up your throat, a smile creeping onto your face when you answer, “Yes, Kou. But it was sweet, so I didn’t mention it to you.”

“You kept that a secret for two years?” He asks again, and you nod.

Your fiancé’s face remains stunned for a few more moments before breaking out into a smile of his own, hand running down his face while laughing to himself. “Damn, I must’ve looked so dumb.”

“I thought it was cute!” You attempt to salvage things, giggling as you pick up the next question card, this time it’s for Bokuto.

“What part of wedding planning is the most challenging part for you?”

“The money…” He pouts, taking the card from you to read it over again before turning to the cameras.

“Weddings are so damn expensive— Did you know wedding flowers can cost up to two million yen?” He exclaims in shock, “For flowers!”

You sigh, plucking the question card from his hand and setting aside on his pile with a smile, “This is why you should leave the financial decisions to me, Kou. Our floral arrangements will not be that expensive, I can assure you.”

“Of course, Baby,” he grins, “I trust you completely on that,” his hands move to pick up the next card, lifting the corner and taking a peek at the question before flipping it over and reading it.

“What is something you’ve wanted to try in the bedroom but haven’t told me about?”

“Impact play,” comes your answer a bit too hastily to be considered normal.

Bokuto has a silent stare off with you for a few seconds after before you both break out in hysterical laughter, your fiancé cackling at how fast and prepared you were when you answered while you exclaim that’s why you could never tell him.

“Baby, that was so fast!” Bokuto reels over the table, pounding his fist into the wood while howling with laughter, gripping his empty shot glass in hand.

“Were you— were you that prepared to answer?”

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you make an attempt to defend your response, “I know you’d absolutely wreck me if we tried, that’s why I never asked!”

“I mean…” He trails off, glancing at you and letting his eyes roam your ring finger as a smirk makes it’s way onto his face, leaning closer to you over the table. “We could always try it at home later—”

“Last question!” You interrupt him, pulling the cards over to your side and grabbing the last question from the stack, you see Bokuto’s smile drop when he sits back in his seat from how you changed topics until he sees you wink at him from the corner of his eye.

“What is something you wish to tell me before we get married?”

Bokuto’s eyes light up at his question, holding up his shot of Sapporo and beaming brightly. Despite not drinking much during your game, his cheeks are flushed like he’s been drunk on your love this entire time, eyes crinkling with glee when he smiles.

“I hope I can keep being this happy when i’m with you after marriage,” He declares, “I love you, Baby.”

“I love you too, Kou,” you smile with him, raising your own shot to clink your two glasses together and down them simultaneously, the cool smoothness of the beer running down your throats.

You can feel the mild bitterness on your tongue afterwards, it leaves it’s taste behind even several hours after your drinking game when you two return to your shared home.

But the sincerity in Bokuto’s eyes when they fell on you back in the studio, and the way he gazes at you like you’re the only thing in his world even with the several NHK staff and film members recording your every move washes that all away instantaneously, overpowering it with sheer sweetness.

It’s just not one you can taste as easily as the flavour of Sapporo.

You might not have gotten drunk that night, but Bokuto’s certain he’s been drunk on your love for the entirety of all three years you’ve been together and wouldn’t mind if things stayed like this forever.

MORISUKE YAKU.

“You’re going down, sweetheart,” Yaku warns you with a teasing wink, lifting the bottle of Vodka in his hands to inspect the label, “Playing in the Russian League gives me an alcohol tolerance advantage that you don’t have.”

“I didn’t know just playing in Russia meant you were an experienced drinker,” you hum, playing along with his jokes for the fun of it. “I don’t think athletes are supposed to consume a lot of vodka anyways.”

“Well, you might as well back out now,” Yaku advises, shrugging with a sly grin, one of the camera crew’s members rushes up to fix the loose microphone on his suit before scurrying back to their position.

“Don’t wanna get beaten by your own fiancé now, do you?”

You merely roll your eyes at his antics, a reluctant smile making it’s way onto your face as you realign the messy stack of cards on your table, sounds of the director doing a final run through of lights and cameras are heard around you.

“Yeah yeah, save it for after you get wasted, Mori.”

The cameras start up as the director nods in your direction, indicating for you two to introduce yourselves to the viewers tuning in, Yaku holds your hand as he recites his lines.

“Hi, I’m Morisuke Yaku,” your fiancé beams, giving your hand a comforting squeeze, “And this right here, is my wonderful fiancée, whom I adore very much.”

Even several years later, Yaku’s swoon worthy words have an effect on you after all this time, making you feel like you’re still in that young and eager love stage. Attempting to hide your giddy face from him, you turn to face the camera as well with a wide grin.

“We’ve been together for four and a half years,” You gush, the sparkling engagement band on your finger being shown outwardly when the cameras zoom in for a closer look. “Engaged for eight months, now.”

“And today, we’ll be playing truth or drink,” Yaku reveals to the excited viewers, the cameras change positions to new angles while the sound crew makes sure your microphones are picking up your words.

After signaling to the director that they are indeed working, he asks you two, “Are you ready to play?”

You and Yaku both agree as he opens the bottle of Vodka, pouring it into your shot glass first before he pours out his own, “Hm, what a gentleman you are, Mori.” You joke, noticing he gave you your alcohol first before serving himself any.

“Always, for you.” He sighs dreamily, setting the bottle down beside him and pushing the cards over to you with his familiar cheshire grin. “And because I’m such a gentleman, you should go first, love.”

You stifle a laugh into the palm of your hand at the sudden switch in personality but take the top card off anyway, flipping it over and reading the question for Yaku written on it, “What is one thing you wish I did more of in our relationship?”

He groans, slumping down in his seat with his Vodka in hand, “Fly over to come visit me overseas,” he jokingly groans, faux-booing you with a thumbs down and all as he turns to the film crew.

“Did you know she doesn’t get on the first plane to Russia whenever I ask, can you believe her?”

You merely snicker at his jeers and turn your card over, placing it down on the table beside your shot. “Well I’m sorry, but I’m unable to predict whenever you’ll miss me spontaneously.”

“It’s not spontaneous,” Yaku argues, “I tell you like, two minutes in advance.”

You raise an eyebrow at his claims, “Wanna bet, Mori? I have screenshots.”

“Maybe I’ll just drink to this instead.”

You both giggle as he shakes his head in defeat, taking the next card off the pile and reading out loud the first question for you.

“Have you ever—” Yaku begins to lose his composure as he reads, holding back his giggles before sputtering out, “faked an orgasm with me?”

You burst out into laughter as Yaku discards the card to his side, head thrown back in hysterics while using the table to stabilize himself.

“Well?” He asks, wiping the tears that have begun to form around his eyes, “Have you?”

You begin to reach for your Vodka shot, causing your fiancé to break out into another, more excessive fit of cackles, “Are you serious, honey?”

“Okay well, maybe!” You confess wholeheartedly, raising the Vodka to your lips, “Back when we were first dating!”

Yaku scoffs disapprovingly, but you can tell he’s not seriously mad when you down the vodka and he’s looking at you worriedly, asking if it was too strong for you afterwards.

You dismiss his concerns, saying it’s fine and that you can handle it before he relaxes and pushes the cards back over to you.

“Have you ever had a dream about me cheating on you?” You ask him, “And if yes, describe it.” Yaku’s face immediately sours at his question, you look to him expectantly and wait for his reply.

“… Ugh, yes,” he begrudgingly admits after a few moments of silence, eyebrows furrowing as he recalls it unpleasantly, “I had a dream once where you cheated on me with Lev.”

“Lev?” You cackle, “The— the 6’5 russian guy from your highschool volleyball team??”

Yaku’s hand moves to his vodka-filled shot glass, “Yes,” he moans, “It was awful. Hope I never see Lev butt-naked in my dreams ever again.”

“You don’t have to drink to this one, Mori,” you giggle as Yaku downs his vodka quickly, not even flinching at the burn, maybe he was right about the tolerance advantage. “Since you answered it.”

“Ah, don’t care,” he groans, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit, “After having to reimagine that scene, I needed the alcohol.”

Yaku takes the next card off the pile of questions skeptically, flipping it over and reading it out loud.

“Do you have any insecurities when it comes to me playing overseas in Russia?”

The question causes you to stop and think as Yaku places the card face down next to him, pouring another shot and sliding it over to you. “You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart.”

His gentle tone reassures you but you shake your head, pushing the vodka away, “No it’s okay, I don’t mind saying it.” Yaku looks surprised but nods understandingly, taking the glass back and giving you the room to process your next words while he remains quiet.

“I think my only insecurity is not knowing if you’re safe while overseas,” you admit to your fiancé. Yaku doesn’t say anything in response, knowing you have more to say as he lets you say what you need while silently encouraging you to elaborate.

“I hate not having you beside me because I don’t know where you are, and I just miss you a lot you know?”

Yaku’s cheek rests against the palm of his hand, concern washing over his face again as he looks across the table to you, “Awe, honey. I didn’t know you felt that way,” he coos, “do you hate whenever I leave for volleyball season?”

You shrug dismissively, the weight of your words beginning to catch up to you as your voice becomes quieter, trailing off at the end. “I mean, I don’t hate it, but like- I wanna know you’re alright while in Russia…”

Yaku’s about to speak when you shake your head dismissively, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” before you’re reaching for the deck of cards, already pulling the top question up and flipping it over to read.

Your eyes drag over the words as a pit begins to form inside your stomach. The next question for Yaku causes you to cringe, still reeling from the uneasiness of the last one as you awkwardly ask him, “Have you… ever regretted or had doubts about our engagement?”

Yaku’s face of concern turns into one of astonishment, he looks almost appalled at how unsure you look and sound while asking him.

“Absolutely not,” he states firmly, holding your hand that holds engagement band on it, you can feel the distress radiating off him as he reassures you in a hushed tone.

“I’ve never once regretted proposing to you, and I fully intend on marrying you.”

Yaku’s words dislodge the lump in your throat as you begin to chuckle to yourself, eyes looking down at his hand where the engagement ring he wears that matched your own. “I’m sorry if you thought I was doubting you, Mori. It’s just—”

“You don’t need to justify your feelings,” Yaku reiterates sternly, “I know, okay? You don’t need to explain this on live T.V.”

Knowing he’s only trying to make sure nothing of what you say can be interpreted wrongly later by media, you nod as he sighs in relief with an uneasy smile.

“I think this next question is our last one,” he announces, his smile morphing back into that familiar cheshire grin, the one that always brightens your day. You think he’s doing it in an attempt to lighten the mood, or maybe he just naturally makes you happy.

Yaku picks up the final question card and flips it over, reading it over with a calm smile, “What have you enjoyed most about being engaged to me?” His voice is gentle as he looks up to you, placing the card down on his pile.

“Well, love?” He encourages you, knowing he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable he gives you the choice, “Do you want to answer, or take a drink?”

You’d be a fool to drink at this question, there isn’t anything to drink for here but there’s just so much about being engaged to Yaku that you love that you can’t quite find the words for it. And while the majority of your engagement has been spent with Yaku being away in Russia, it doesn’t mean you enjoy it any less than if he were with you in Japan.

“… I enjoy knowing you will always be with me,” you begin to speak slowly, making sure your words are clear and concise while twirling your empty shot glass in hand absentmindedly.

Trying to fit all you want to say to your fiancé in a few words is tough, but you manage to shorten it enouhh to say all you want to tell him. “Because even while you’re playing overseas, I know you will always come back home to me.”

Yaku’s face unexpectedly heats up at your words, the apples of his cheeks turning bright red as his lips form into a shy and nervous grin, one isn’t anything like the mischievous and playful personality you’re accustomed to seeing while with him.

“I… I love you, sweetheart.” He manages to speak after some time, loosening the collar of his dress shirt nervously, but the smile on his face never falters. “I always have and always will.”

He extends his hand out to you, motioning for you to give him your shot glass. You hand it to him and he pours out some Vodka, sliding it back over to you once full before filling his own.

“Yes, honey,” he whispers unconsciously while pouring his alcohol, and it’s the happiest you’ve seen him all day. From his flushed complexion, dopey smile and euphoric demeanour, he appears to be glowing. Or maybe it’s the blaring lights behind him that are playing tricks on you.

Your fiancé has never looked so sure of himself until this moment, Yaku’s eyes never straying from yours as he raises his shot glass, breaking into his biggest smile yet.

“I will always come back home to you. No matter how long we are apart for,” and to that, you both cheer, clinking your glasses as you toast to your engagement.

Downing the alcohol in unison, the bitter sting of the Vodka attacks your throats relentlessly, but neither you or Yaku care about that in this moment or the next.

The world’s most intense Vodka brewed directly in the heart of Moscow, Russia could never be so strong as to have an effect on either of you when you’re in the presence of each other. You’re certain that Yaku would drown himself in the harshest of Vodka’s if it meant it was all for you.

A little Vodka is nothing compared to what he’d go through for you.

The way Yaku’s entire demeanour changes when with you, the largest of smiles etched onto his face for a side he only shows while you’re with him here, in Japan.

Remaining wholely committed to you even while seperated by land and sea is all a true testament to your relationship, and it puts your heart at ease.

Yaku may not always be at home; but Yaku knows that home is with you, and he knows he’ll always be with you in due time.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA.

“Oh, he’s a lightweight,” you tell the film crew who are adjusting their camera stands nearby as Kiyoomi pulls out the chair at the table for you to sit at, giggling when you hear the faintest muffled groan come from underneath his face mask.

Sitting atop the table is a bottle of Scotch, the deck of question cards and two shot glasses on it’s sanitized surface as per request by your fiancé.

“This’ll be so easy for me.”

“As if,” Kiyoomi scoffs, taking his own seat across from you and scooching his chair forward, “I’ll beat you and then have to hear you drunkenly cry about it back home later for the next several hours.”

“Nope,” you declare mischievously, folding your arms over the table and laying your head in them while looking up at your fiancé, “Hey, did you know Atsumu told me you’re an emotional drunk?”

You can see Kiyoomi’s eyes twitch underneath his thick black locs, hand reaching to grip his hair in annoyance. “That fucking—”

The director interrupts him unexpectedly when he calls to the rest of the crew in the studio for everyone to take their places behind the cameras, Kiyoomi sighs deeply as his shoulders relax and he leans back in his chair waiting for the broadcast to begin.

“I’m Kiyoomi Sakusa,” he states to the viewers plainly, barely acknowledging the cameras pointed straight at his face when he motions to you, “And this is my fiancée of almost a year.”

You can hear the way his voice softens lightly when referring to you as his fiancée.

“We’ve been together for four years now,” You welcome the viewers much more warmly than your fiancé does, announcing eagerly, “Engaged for eleven months, and we’re playing truth or drink!”

Again, you’re a lot more excited than Kiyoomi is when the director asks, “You guys okay to start playing?” but he agrees to it nonetheless, the subtle nod of his head doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

Kiyoomi grabs the stack of cards full of questions and shuffles the deck around a bit, when asked by the director why he did so he answers, “So if anyone planted any weird questions at the top of the pile for her they’re pushed to the bottom.”

After reorganizing the cards, Kiyoomi hands the stack to you, letting you have first pick of the game. You try to argue, but he doesn’t listen.

“Ladies go first,” he says, expectantly waiting for you to start.

You take the first card of the newly shuffled deck and begin to read it for your fiancé, “Favourite memory of us, pre-engagement or post-engagement?”

Kiyoomi taps his empty glass against the mahogany of the table repeatedly for a brief moment, thinking it over before letting out a deep sigh-turned groan, reaching over and pouring out some Scotch for himself as you sit back in stunned shock at his actions.

“Wait, what—”

“Don’t question me,” he rasps, lowering his face mask and downing his shot with ease, there’s hints of floral notes in the Scotch he can taste.

He pulls his mask back up seconds later and looks up at you, you swear you can see a smirk forming under his mask from the way his eyes lift in amusement afterwards, causing your cheeks to heat up at what he could’ve been thinking about that he had to take a shot to get out of saying it.

Finishing off his Scotch, your fiancé takes both the top card off the deck and his empty shot glass before reading aloud his first question for you.

“What was your first impression of me when we met?” Kiyoomi reads monotonously, his stare hardens when he notices you jokingly reaching for your shot glass, tossing the card over to your side with a groan.

“Really?” He huffs, arms crossed over his chest and glaring halfheartedly at your tease. “Didn’t Motoya say you like… hated me at first or something?”

“I didn’t hate you,” you giggle, pouring the Scotch into your glass while avoiding your fiancé’s gaze, “I just.. am a little thirsty right now.”

“Haha,” Kiyoomi laughs dryly, watching as you down your shot quickly, the citrusy notes in the Scotch make it pleasant to drink. “You’re soo funny, dear. Must be really thirsty today.”

“I am,” you wink, placing your glass back down on the table before taking the next card off the pile.

“What is the most embarrassing nickname for me you have in mind?” Kiyoomi asks, and you snort.

“It’s only embarrassing because Atsumu came up with it…” you turn to the cameras to whisper to the viewers, facing your fiancé who’s giving you a skeptic look that soon turns into existential dread when you begin to snicker.

He groans, “I swear to god if it’s Omi-Omi—”

“It’s Omi-Omi.”

You can practically feel the annoyance radiating off of Kiyoomi while you bat your eyelashes innocently at him, playful shrug of your shoulders as you pull the cards back over to your side, taking the next card off the deck while your fiancé whispers something about killing Atsumu at the next practice from across the table.

“What colour or colours are your favorite on me?” You look up at the director almost immediately before Kiyoomi can even open his mouth, “Can I just say it— Because I know.”

The director nods, “He told me once it was black and gold,” Kiyoomi mumbles something incoherent under his breath, whatever he’s saying being muffled by his nask as he hides his face away from the cameras, the camera crew exchange a look amongst themselves.

“Aren’t those the colours of the MSBY Black Jackals?” One of the crew members mentions offhandedly and you smirk, looking over to your flustered fiancé with the most shit-eating grin you can muster, “Yes, yes they are.”

“Should’ve just let me answer instead,” he mutters while pulling out the next card from the deck to move the game along, coughing as his face slowly returns to it’s natural colour.

He chuckles when he reads it over, “How would you spend an entire week without me?” he turns to the cameras with his own smug face, placing the card down on the table. “She doesn’t.”

“I can,” you interject and he gives you a deadpan stare, “Yeah, can. Doesn’t mean you do, though.”

“Anyways,” you swerve back to your answer, taking the card from his side and reading it over yourself.

“I would have a very relaxing week without you, consisting mostly of singing and dancing in our empty kitchen without you to judge me.”

“I don’t judge you.”

“Yes you do.”

“Nope.”

You two could probably have this back and fourth for hours on end but you stop when you catch the director’s eye, one of his assistants motions to you hurriedly that it’s nearly time to end the broadcast.

With that in mind, you pick up the last question card, flipping it over and reading it for Kiyoomi.

“What’s one thing you’d like to tell me at the alter if you couldn’t say anything else.”

“That I love you,” Kiyoomi says almost immediately, tracing the rim of his shot glass with his ring finger delicately, you can hear the gentleness in his voice when he speaks. “And that I hope you’ll always be my lover, whatever that means for us in the future.”

“That’s more than one thing, Kiyo.”

“I don’t care.”

You scoff playfully, tossing the card aside and pouring out two shots of Scotch for you and your fiancé. Whilst handing him his glass your rings bump together momentarily, the clinking of the diamonds makes the two of you smile, though Kiyoomi’s is hidden underneath his mask.

“Cheers, my dear,” he mutters softly, lowering his mask again to drink and allowing you to finally see the beautiful smile he hides underneath, usually reserved only for you.

“Cheers, Kiyo,” and you two drink, the Scotch tastes lovely and refined on both of your tongues when it runs down your throats with ease.

It’s light and sophisticated, and the flavour profile fits Kiyoomi so well. You consider telling him that, but refrain because you think he won’t understand what you mean; not knowing he’s thinking the exact same about you.

Kiyoomi thinks you two may be a match made in heaven, if such a thing exists then it perfectly encapsulates the two of you.

As the cameras cut and several crew members rush around the studio, Kiyoomi doesn’t notice any of that in this moment— his gaze continues to be locked onto you wholly; lovingly enraptured by the beautiful image of you across from him that he hopes will be burned into the back of his head like the taste of this Scotch, but for many years to come and not just a mere few hours.

Kiyoomi can drink Scotch at any time he pleases, but being married to you is something he is excited for and craves everyday of his life as the days on the calender tick down to your wedding, it keeps him motivated to continue each day if he knows it’s just one day closer to a life with you, one where he knows you will be with him every day going forward.

The day you two will finally be united as one. Kiyoomi can’t wait for that morning to come, when night falls and after the ceremony is done he can finally refer to you as his wife and not just his fiancée.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA.

Tobio gulps upon seeing the Sake being poured into his shot glass by the NHK staff member, being handed the alcohol before they pour out another shot for you, to which you graciously accept with a smile and nod of your head.

“Uhh…” His piercing gaze reaches across to you across the table, nervously fiddling with the glass in hand as he twirls it inbetween his fingers, “I don’t, really hold alcohol well, love..”

“Really?” You stare at him blankly, squinting down at the alcohol your own shot, “what do you drink in Italy then, Tobio?”

“Limoncello,” he sighs, “but it’s supposed to be sipped slowly, not downed like shots usually are.” He makes a face as the thought of attempting to drink Limoncello like shots ripples through his mind, it would most definitely not end well for him.

You chuckle and give him a reassuring smile, placing your hand over his gently. The diamond on his ring is cool to the touch when you run your thumb over it, with sharp and well defined cut corners. “You’ll be fine, Tobio.”

He nods unsurely but allows the NHK camera crew to do their final run through, making sure everything is in order before the cameras begin to roll and the director is motioning for you both to recite your lines.

Your fiancé’s voice is a little strained, a faint stutter can be heard as he speaks slowly, “I’m… Tobio Kageyama,” he manages to say before craning his head to his left, across the table.

“And I’m her fiancé,” his eyes shift towards you as you give the cameras a polite wave, “We’re playing… truth or drink.”

“We’ve been together for five years,” You excitedly tell the viewers, holding up your ring finger to show off the dazzling diamond atop it, “And engaged for two.”

The director asks from out of frame, “Why have you two been engaged for so long?” A question that most viewers are probably wanting to know, Tobio answers it for you.

“I wanted to marry her sooner,” he timidly admits, looking down at his lap to avoid the harsh glares of the camera lenses, “But with me playing in Ali Roma, it’s hard to plan things out, I guess.”

You nod, “Besides,” you chime in giddily, taking over for him, “It’s fun to be in this little engaged stage for a long time, makes everyday that bit more exciting.”

You ramble on about how fun it is to call Tobio during his off days; calling him at three in the morning in Japan while in Italy it’s 7PM to tell him about a cute floral arrangement you saw earlier that day while shopping that you’d love to have at your wedding.

Facetiming him in the dark of the night, wrapped in blankets and wearing his highschool volleyball jersey to ask him what kind of food from Italy he wants to incorporate into the wedding menu, and texting him photos of different style of wedding dresses you’re considering wearing on your big day while getting out of the shower.

You unintentionally forget about your jittery mess of a fiancé while you speak, beaming as bright as the glowering studio lights as Tobio looks at you amazed.

Tobio’s nervousness slowly fades when he sees the ring on your finger and just how happy you are to be engaged to him. It’s always been a worry of his that you hate the long wait to get married to him, that playing overseas would hurt your relationship because of long he is away from home at times.

But your gleeful joy in telling thousands of viewers in real time that you love just being engaged to him for two years; that you don’t mind it at all, brings some peace of mind to his fragile heart.

“Are you two ready to play?”

Knuckles slowly unclenching as he takes a deep breath, he nods his head to the director, indicating the start of the game. He starts first, picking up the first card from the pile.

“What is the most awkward date we’ve ever been on?” Tobio’s face drops immediately upon reading, turning the card face down on the table and turning to the director, “Can I start over? Or make her drink?”

“It’s her choice if she want to answer or drink.” The director answers.

Tobio turns to you hastily, eyes practically pleading with you not to say what you have on your mind, he’s already inside your mind and fears for what you could potentially reveal on national television, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles as you reach for the Sake.

“Fine, fine. I won’t say, Tobio.” You’ve never seen your fiancé so relieved, almost seeing the metaphorical weight lifting off his shoulders with your own eyes when you take the shot.

The Sake is sweet, like sticky rice. It’s feels cool when it hits the back of your tongue and nice to drink, reminding you of the Italian sweets Tobio would send you from Italy. Noting that they’d pair nicely with Sake, you consider getting Tobio to send you more of them in the mail soon.

“You owe me for that one, Tobio,” you chuckle after finishing your shot, “Whatever the next question is you have to answer it.” He groans in protest but agrees after some convincing as you reach for the question pile and grab your first question for him.

“Have you kept a secret hobby or interest hidden from me?”

Shockingly, Tobio nods his head and unexpectedly calm about the question he was supposedly ‘forced’ to answer, “I got into gardening when I first came to Italy.”

“You what?” You utter, delightfully surprised at this revelation, “What plants do you take care of in Italy?”

“I have a few hanging Boston Fern and Ivy in some pots around my apartment…” Tobio tells you, adverting his gaze from your eyes the more your smile grows towards him. “I didn’t mean to keep them from you, I just… forgot to mention it everytime we call.”

“Tobio…” You laugh at how empty headed your fiancé can be at times, sometimes you think he’d forget his head if it weren’t secured to his body. “We call almost every day!”

“Yeah, but you usually call me late at night!” He defends himself, “I don’t normally leave my room that late at night, so you never see them!”

You shake your head in disbelief at this, faux disappointment at your fiancé for keeping this interest of his hidden for so long, “When I visit you in Rome, you have to show me these plants, deal?”

He nods in approval at that arrangement, a small smile creeping onto his face as he takes the next card off the deck, “Have you pretended to like a gift I gave you when you actually didn’t?”

You consider reaching for the Sake but reel your hand back at the last second, deciding to tell him straight up.

“Yeah, the lingerie you sent me a few months ago.”

“You didn’t like it?”

Tobio’s mouth hangs open, visibly swallowing his shame away as he sets the question card down on the table, a hand running through his hair in deep thought.

“Okay well, didn’t like isn’t the right word per se—”

“Was it the style?” Tobio begins interrogating you sternly, brows furrowed and that determined look in his eyes you’re so familiar with while watching his volleyball matches.

“Was it the colour, or was it too flimsy? I tried going to a new store that time, I knew I should’ve just stuck to the other one—”

“Tobio!”

He’s immediately brought out of his thoughts by your cackles, blinking as he’s focused on your laughing figure in front of him. His cheeks are tinted a dark shade of red, thinking he’s said something embarrassing when he whispers a low, “Yes, love?”

Through fits of giggles and laughter, you barely manage to sputter out, “It was just the wrong size, babe!”

Tobio’s eyes widen significantly at the reveal, looking down at his hands where his engagement ring sits comfortably in his ring finger, feeling his body shrink in on itself further into his seat while you’re howling across from him.

If you were seated beside each other he’s sure you’d be slapping his arm too for good measure.

“C-can we move onto the next question…” He mumbles just above the microphone strapped to his dress shirt’s minimum level to pick up sounds. If his old highschool teammates were here— if Hinata were here, god, he’d never hear the end of it. “Please?”

Finally settling down from your giggly high, you vaguely nod, still catching your breath when you reach for the next question card on the pile and flip it over as Tobio tries his best to calm down his reddened face.

“What is the most romantic thing your partner has ever done for you?”

After Tobio’s managed to relax himself, he thinks the question over, chin in hand as his gaze lands directly on the Sake bottle on the table beside him where he gets lost in thought while mulling over the question.

“I think…” he mutters to himself, “When you told me it was okay to go play in Ali Roma, instead of discouraging me to stay in Japan.”

His answer legitimately surprises you, “Is that, really your response, Tobio?”

He nods, hands reaching up to the nape of his neck. “Yeah… I don’t know if romantic is the right word, I guess.“

“But knowing you were there to support me; even if I could tell you were scared for me going overseas, it felt like the most romantic gesture someone could ever do to me.”

Tobio blinks, suddenly remembering his words are being broadcasted on national T.V and coughing awkwardly, “Uh, yeah, that’s my answer.”

He begins to notice the gazes of the rest of the film crew and director that are burning right through him, feeling the colour returning to his cheeks.

Tobio looks over to you anxiously, finding you with the brighest eyes he’s ever seen, he could get lost in them if he stared into them long enough. You purse your lips for a moment, before a smile blossoms across your face.

“Wow, Tobio,” you breathe out dreamily, “That was… so sweet of you to say,” Tobio has a hard time meeting your gaze, you can tell he’s still feeling anxious so you grab his hand and force him to look you in the eye.

“I will always support you, okay?” You tell him firmly, he’s a bit startled at how forward you’re being but nods before you quickly add, “Even if I don’t like being so far away from you, you don’t need to worry about me. Don’t be so nervous about this, alright?”

Tobio’s lips quiver into a strained frown before he sighs, “It’s not that simple,” you feel his hand give yours a light squeeze for comfort, interlocking his fingers with your own. “I wish I could just… not be so worried for you. But I love you too much for that.”

“Loving me means you understand that no matter what, I am right behind you,” you voice to him directly. “Maybe not physically, but no matter where you go, I will follow eventually.”

Tobio goes silent for a few seconds, even when he knows dozens of people in this studio— hundreds of thousands are watching him live, he’s only looking at you; having eyes only for you. With a shaky nod of his head, he finally manages to crack a smile.

“I understand.”

Releasing your hand from his grip, he pulls his next question for you from the pile, looking far more relaxed than he did at the beginning of your game. He’s comfortable in this stage of your relationship, even if he knows that others think it’s strange— the distance between you two, the long engagement period.

He knows the only opinion that should matter to him—that does matter to him is yours alone.

“When you hear my name in public, what comes to your mind?

“That you have done another amazing set,” You answer with ease, allowing yourself to feed his ego for once. “Or won another game, who knows at this point? You can do it all.”

Tobio seems satisfied with that answer, even uncharacteristically relishing in your praise. “Ah, I am pretty good at volleyball, aren’t I?”

You lean over the table to punch his shoulder lightly, a teasing grin dances on your lips which matches his own, “Yeah yeah, you’re welcome for being so supportive of my fiancé.”

“Well thank you then, love.”

One of the camera crew’s members motions to the director, indicating it’s almost time to wrap up the broadcast. Feeling at peace, you grab the final card of the question deck, eyes flickering to Tobio as you read.

“Anything else you’d like to say to me about our engagement?”

Tobio takes a deep breath, steadying himself before he speaks. He wants to make sure he tells you everything on his mind, but maybe that will have to wait for another time— a more private time.

One that isn’t being broadcasted on national television. So he’ll settle for the next best course.

“I just wanted to say…” He hesitates for a moment, his mouth opening and closing at times until he can find his bearings. “That being engaged to you has taught me a lot of things.”

You’re about to say something in response until he holds his hand up, indicating he isn’t done yet.

“And… I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this forever.”

Tobio notices the slight look of confusion in your eyes as he continues, “Wh-what I mean is, uh… even though we aren’t married yet, you make me so happy that I feel like I could be okay with what we have.”

“I still want to marry you!” He blurts out worriedly in an attempt to explain himself, “But knowing you’re not bothered by how long we’re engaged for is enough to reassure me that no matter how long we wait for, I’ll still be as happy as the day we marry.”

Tobio shuts his eyes, burying his head in his hands from sheer embarrassment, “Fuck, that was so stupid sounding-”

“Hey now..” You pry his hands away from his face with a pout, leaning across the table’s surface to cup his cheek, “That wasn’t stupid, that was sweet!”

“Really?” He asks, unsure if he believes you, “I’m not really good with my words, y’know.”

“Well I understood what you meant,” you smile, pressing a kiss to your ring finger and placing it on your fiancé’s lips, “And I feel the same way.”

Tobio’s face erupts into a bright scarlet red as you pour the two of you a shot of Sake each, downing them together with your rings on prominent display for all of Japan to see.

Your fiancé is still quite popular in Japan despite now playing overseas, overhearing the NHK film crew and the thousands of viewers who tuned in were watching his broadcast with you while dying in laughter.

It’s not laughter to mock him however— as he soon finds out when after the cameras cut and he can still hear the staff talking about how adorable he looked during the live special.

And his old highschool friends blowing up his phone, sending him clips of his broadcast with hearts and kissy face emojis, but you swear to him that it’s all well intentioned. Maybe not Tsukishima’s to some extent, but nontheless.

All Tobio knows he can do is sigh, turn his phone off and settle into your arms after everything’s been said and done. His time in Japan is limited after all, he has to fly back to Italy in a few days time.

He knows it hurts to leave you again, and you hate sending him off at the airport. He wishes he could marry you immediately— but there’s still so much to be done until that day can arrive.

Tobio doesn’t know when the lucky day will come when you can instead wear a wedding ring on your finger rather than an engagement ring, but as Tobio has discovered today; the two of you will be okay until then despite it all.

It takes a lot to make Tobio anxious about your engagement, but it also takes a lot to shake the strong foundation the two of you have built with each other over the years.

The two of you have planned your future with each other as the main component of it all in the centre of it for as long as you can remember, and he’s prepared to withstand any obstacles that threaten his happiness with you.

Tobio is at ease knowing you have his back, and he has yours even while seperated by thousands of miles of stretching oceans and ground.

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Second Chance

-Series MasterList

Fandom:Haikyuu

Pairings:Kageyama x Fem!reader

Genre:Fluff,Angst,School Life,Happy Ending

Warnings:None

Summary:karasunos first year setter-Tobio Kageyama has nothing on his mind besides volleyball,or at least he thinks so;but things change when he runs into you,his secret admirer,who has been having a thing for him since middle school.

Status:DisCountinued

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Second Chance

-Part 1

Fandom:Haikyuu

Pairings:Kageyama x Fem!reader

Genre:Fluff,Angst,Happy Ending

Warnings:None

Summary:karasunos first year setter-Tobio Kageyama, has nothing on his mind besides volleyball,or at least he thinks so;but things change when he runs into you,his secret admirer,who has been having a thing for him since middle school.

Word Count:575

A/n:this shit is not proofread,and English isn't my main language so sorry if theres any mistakes in the following text.

my first fic on tumblr! here we go :D

MasterList ⇝ Part2

"I...like you"

The young girl confessed,putting a small,shy smile on her face while staring at her classmate's dark blue eyes.She never thought this moment would come.She never thought she would find the courage to make a move on the most famous first year in the school.She had no idea how she ended up here,in front of Kitagawa Daiichi's gym,to tell her crush that she's into him,but she did,and that was all that mattered.

She never expected him to say yes.She never expected him to even listen to her either,but...here he was,looking directly into her eyes. And this was nice,but it could have been better if the look in his eyes was something else.

Something that wouldn't give away what he was about to say next.

"Im sorry...im not interested in dating"

She never expected him to say yes...

Yet it still hurt her,and the boy did notice it.Not that he did anything to make it less hurtfull,though.

That was the only interaction between Kageyama and you. You weren't in the same class,nor you were in the same club.He didn't even know your name properly,so he didn't really care about what effect his answer had on you.Nobody could ever blame him,because they all knew that he only had eyes for volleyball;besides,

How could he start a relationship with some random girl he barely knew,who just happened to be in the same school as him?

Though it did concern him a little when the daily milk bottle that magicly appeared in his locker was gone since that day till the end of the year,and that was when he realised that it was you who used to get him a milk and a cheering note,which made him feel better a bit.

Not that he was in short of money for buying milk-no,it just that...

It made him feel good knowing that someone cares about him beside himself.

After a short amount of time,he slowly forgot about you,and the notes you left for him,telling him how well he's doing and how he should make some time for himself.He forgot about the feeling of being loved and being cared for,

And maybe that was the reason why he got so distant with his teammates and lost the ability of trust.

He never really thought about you after that day,but he kinda missed the warm feeling he used to feel in his chest when he was reading your notes.

And he never thought that he would see you again in such a stupid way.

He was late for his damn Literature class and he was running like he was some starivng cheetah following his prey,but instead of the prey, he crashed into you,

And suddenly the face he never really looked at became the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Your hair was a bit longer than before,and you weren't trying to avoid his gaze or panic around him,like you used to do back in junior high.Your eyes were shining from the accident and You looked...

Strong,and badass.

"Oh,Kageyama-kun?what are you doing here?"

He shaked his head after remaining silent for a few seconds,and tried not to lose his cool againts a girl that meant nothing to him "I'm...attending this school"

"Really?I didn't know that! Thought you might wanna go to a powerhouse school like Shiratorizawa!" You answered,while putting a cocky smile on your face,noticing the shock he was going through.

"Yeah...They turend me down"

"Well...sorry...anyway,it was nice meeting you again,but i gotta go now! Bye!"

You got up and waved your hand at him while you were running towards your class,feeling a slight bit of pain in your chest because of the lie you had just told him.

Not about being sorry for him,

but about the part where you didnt know he was in Karasuno.

To Be Continued...



Hello!🖐🏻 Can i request Akaashi with reader who wears glasses? Thanks a lot and feel free to ignore!

A/n: i am literally going tomorrow to get glasses😅😂

I added Oikawa and Kageyama too.

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Oikawa🩵

We all know he wears glasses too so he'll find it cute and he'll think it counts as you two matching.

Speaking of matching he WILL get you two matching glasses frames. Probably his school colours.

Oikawa will sometimes steal your glasses and hold them above his hamd to watch you struggle to get them. THAT untill Iwaizumi slaps him behind his neck and he gives you your glasses back.

He loves when you take his glasses while he is wearing them and clean them up for him amd put them back on him.

Kageyama💙

Kageyama wouldn't really mind the fact that you wear glasses, it won't bother him either.

He wouldn't tease you about the fact that you wear them like Oikawa and he'll actually think it's cute that you wear them.

If you wear glasses with his school colours the man will get frustrated. Don't blame him though.

Akaashi🖤

Can i just start by saying how much i love Akaashi? Like he is perfect ☺️

Okay now let's start with this

I am not really sure if Akaashi wears glasses while he is a second year or just in the time skip, but either way he wouldn't really mind the fact that you have glasses. Actually he'll think it's adorable

He won't make fun of you like Oikawa 🖐🏻 he is just not the typa guy to do that

He'll always go to your appointments with you if you are nervous or if you aren't just to keep your company

I need Akaashi in my life

© mariaace 2024 do not modify, plagiarize, copy or claim any of my works!

Your insta as Kageyama's partner

A/n:NEXT HAIKYUU ONEEEE

@chocolate-milk-enthusiast

Masterlist for the series

Liked by Kags.volley, Shoyoolly and 4637 others

Caption: Gotta get ready for practice

Comments:

Shoyoolly: ofcourse you'll find him there

↪Tsukki_: of course*

↪Kags.volley:What that's supposed to mean?

↪Tsukki_: What's* that*

↪Shoyoolly: STFU

Yachiii__: Y'all are cute

↪the.one_and_only: thank youu

Liked by Kags.volley, Tsukki_ and 3672 others.

Caption: I'm forcing him to study.

Comments:

Kags.volley: Volleyball is importerer.

↪the.one_and_only:...babe no

↪Tsukki_: LMAO WHAT?

↪Shoyoolly: that's the first time I've seen Tsukki writing caps

Daichi_Sa: Keep it up

↪the.one_and_only:duh

Liked by Kags.volley, Daichi_Sa and 5383 others.

Caption: IT'S TIME FOR??

Comments:

Yamaagchi:hugs!!

↪the.one_and_only:No, but okay!!

Shoyoolly: PRACTICE

↪the.one_and_only:YESS

Tsukki_:To die

↪the.one_and_only:Then go die somewhere wtf

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Caption: "Come throw us some volleys" manages to stay two hours here

Comments:

Daichi_Sa:YOU WHAT?

↪the.one_and_only: oops

Kyoshi__Sugaa:My bbys

↪the.one_and_only:Duhh

Yachiiii__: Can i also come?

↪the.one_and_only:pls do

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Caption: Setting up for the match with Nekoma

Comments:

Tetsuro_Ko:We gonna win this

↪Daichi_Sa:nah

↪Shoyoolly:NEVER

↪Kags.volley:No way

↪the.one_and_only:Damn spawned the whole team😭

Kyoiii_:Ready for it??

↪the.one_and_only:DUHH

Sweet things they do as your boyfriends (Haikyuu!! Setters)

A/n:I love hq sm y'all don't get them like i do okay? Also these are just half of the people i wanna do, so keep in mind this might have a part two and three💜 i just don't feel like writing these days love y'all<3

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Type: headcanons

Pairings: Kageyama, Oikawa, Kenma, Atsumu, Shirabu, Akaashi, Semi, Sugawara

Windbreaker version

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Kageyama Tobio

Brings you to his practice. He says he 'can concentrate better' when you are around, even tho it's the exact opposite and he is even more distracted because you're there and he doesn't want to mess up. When the leaves and Yachi, he and Hinata stay for tosses he physically makes you stay too. (Show off). He also likes to answer absolutely any questions that you ask him about his tosses and the sport in general.

Oikawa Torū

He always mentions you when some of his fangirls ask about something. Like he would casually slid it in the conversation like the topic wasn't about him instead of you and then the whole convo becomes about you and your interests, habits and hobbies. At this point instead of you the media and his fan girls, come to ask him about you.

Kenma Kozume (x f!reader)

When he is playing a game with a female character he writes your name for them. Yeah, people might think he's a girl, but who cares. If you also like to play games, he would totally like to play on multiplayer with you, and he usually zones out if you are playing next to him, but he would never tell you that, of course.

Atsumu Miya

He would tell his team that he actually isn't very clingy, even tho no ones from the tram actually believed him and the moment he sees you in the audience in the matches, after it's over he's jumping onto you. And that also happens when you two are at school. The teacher needs to separate you two so you can breathe, after that he's pouting all day.

Shirabu Kenjiro

Shirabu likes to do your make up, especially your eyeliner. He's a med student, so his hands are trained to be very still. So whenever you do to do it, he immediately asks to do your eyeliner. Pop onto this boy's lap and hand him the eyeliner, and let hi mdo the magic. You can also ramble about your day while you're at it, just keep your eyes closed, okay?

Akaashi Keiji

He loves reading out to you. Whether that be after a long day that you are tired of, because you just want to finish a book, but you're too lazy, or just if you want to cuddle with him while he's reading. If you also mention some book that you wanted to get, oh he will go out of his way to get it for you. He will sit in a chair and pretend to be reading it until you actually see it in his hands and ask about it.

Semi Eita

Semi recreates your favourite songs. We all know he can play the guitar and that he's a musician in the time skip, so he recreates some songs that you like in different variations and lets you listen to them. If you have any Ideas about how he can do them, even better. Tell him at the second you think of it, he loves your ideas.

Sugawara Koushi

Sugawara can cook like no one else. And no one can change my mind about that fact. As nd he loves doing it with you, it doesn't matter if you know how to or not, he still wants you to be there if you have the energy. He sometimes even puts music as a background and when you two are done you end up dancing in the kitchen together.

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Reblogs are highly appreciated!

PARFUM D'ÉTOILES

໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა .*･｡ﾟ⌒ tobio kageyama x f!reader. sfw / established relationship / non-explicit reference to sex / both parties are naked && in a bathtub / slightly suggestive / lazily proofread / no plot really i dunno . . . m jus prosing abt mega ultra supa dupa lovestruck tobi here T_T / for @rinphoria’s the only truth is music collab! / 1.8k wc ♱ collab masterlist ♱ my masterlist.

tobio kageyama thinks he can see the whole universe in your eyes.

the moon upon your hair and the stars disguised as blemishes on your skin.

he didn’t think he’d ever be one for sappy romantics like this; it was always supposed to be just him and his volleyball, the two of them against the world. 

his mornings were always supposed to start at the crack of dawn, with a run along the west coast shore where he’d stop at the humble little café and grab a biscotti for an early breakfast— one for himself and one for the stray ginger cat that hung out by his apartment— the one that would never let him touch her, or even get near her before running off in the other direction.

his nights were always supposed to be spent getting extra reps out on the court, coming home too late and too tired to make anything new for dinner, eating leftovers while reviewing film for his next match, doing setting drills in his bed and writing in his volleyball journal before passing out on top of his sheets with his ball cradled in his arms.

but then, by fate of the cosmos, he met someone. 

someone who kept him in bed for a little while longer in the mornings with the warmth of her bare body against his, her lips hot against his neck in usually successful attempts to keep him to herself before he went about his day. someone who he’d grab an extra biscotti— or maybe two or three, if she asked— for after his run, someone who helped him gain the trust of that cat, someone who convinced him to put a collar with a nametag around her neck and bring her home.

someone who fed him fresh, warm meals after practice, someone who knew his likes and dislikes inside out, someone who he put to bed every night with tender touches of his fingers and lips over sacred parts of her body under the sheets, someone who put him to bed the same way.

someone he sees so much life in, someone through which he fell in love with the world.

someone who showed him what love is; how to love. someone who was able to see the very outline of his soul. touch it, even.

and now, when tobio kageyama looks at you, he thinks he can see the whole universe in your eyes.

at least, that’s what he thinks, as he watches you— completely enamoured— from the other side of the bathtub. 

the air that fills his bathroom is noisy; it always is on friday nights, where essential oil baths with you have worked its way into his schedule.

the gentle splashing of the water as your fingers tread at its surface and the sounds of rome on a hot summer’s night slip through the open window: incomprehensible chatter from patrons at the bar just across the narrow cobblestone street, the faint clinking of emptied dishes and glasses, the muted whispers of an accordion busker some blocks down. there’s the hum of your voice too— it’s quieter than the ambience surrounding his senses, yet it’s the only thing his ears seem to want to pick up on.

your voice is soft— the timbre of it a little shaky in certain parts where the pitch is either too low or too high for your range— but it carries through his blood so smoothly, enveloping him in a comforting embrace when it spreads along the broad expanse of back, just as your palms do when you knead the muscles under his taut skin there before bed every night.

tobio finds himself drowning in the dreamy lilt of your voice, the melody of your humming all too familiar as he wracks his brain to try and place where he’s heard it before.

did you have it playing from the speakers when you were cleaning the apartment one day? or was it from that one concert you took him to a couple months ago? maybe it was a song from the old italian film you both watched at the drive-in theatre last weekend. he can’t seem to remember.

he’s so caught up in his own thoughts that he barely notices when you shift around, playing with the water suddenly to boresome for you as you instead opt to lean against the edge of the tub, forearms digging into the cool marble while you look out at the city below you.

tobio feels his mouth go dry at the increased exposure of your bare skin— of course, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before; he knows your body like he knows the lines on the court, having mapped out every inch of your soft flesh with his lips— but he can’t help the way he begins to feel the steady beating of his heart in his ears. 

beauty incarnate is what he thinks you are: under the warm yellow glow of the streetlamps lining either side of the street, the flickers of the tealights set on the windowsill reflecting off the sheen of the perfumed bathwater coating every dip and curve of your frame, the languid smile on your lips and the stars in your eyes that seem to shine brighter than the city lights.

tobio’s body moves on its own when he reaches out to run his fingertips down the groove of your back, all the way to the bottom of your spine where the surface of the water meets your skin, his pinkie grazing over the bath ducky that floats near you. his attention is averted from you to the yellow piece of rubber momentarily, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he’s reminded of how it ended up joining the two of you on your weekly friday night baths; it was a gift to you that he’d purchased from a street vendor on the way back home one day— something about it screaming your name. tobio could never tell what that ‘it’ was.

and as he continues to admire you, he finally recognizes the tune you’d been humming, “that’s that song.”

“hm?” you tilt your head as you turn to look at him, a knowing smile on your lips that goes past tobio’s head.

his eyes meet yours, and there’s a slight hitch in his breath before he speaks hushedly, “the pianist played it at that restaurant, where we—"

“— had our first date… you remember,” your smile grows wider— it’s bright, almost blinding. his eyes briefly flit to the rubber ducky that’s now made its way in front of him. 

the smile on it looks just like the one you’re wearing now.

tobio scoffs, a wordless reply of, “of course i remember— how could i forget?” before his fingers resume their path along your hips, tracing over the faint lightning bolts that line the supple skin there, gently squeezing the fat of it in between his thumb and index finger.

"c'mere," he beckons you towards him with the slight outstretch of his arms, and you do as he says— shuffling through the water until you’re facing him, your frame bracketed by his legs as you kneel in between them and press your chest flush against his, running your palms down the walls of the tub until they fall flat on his thighs underneath the surface.

you feel him tense up under your touch; it coaxes a tiny giggle out of you and has you nuzzling into the crook of his neck, the residual scent of sea salt and wood sage from his cologne clouding your senses as your lips move on their own along the expanse of the soft skin there. 

“y’know my thighs are sensitive…” he grunts into your hair, biting back a pleasured hum when he feels the warmth of your breath over his pulse.

his palms leave their place on your hips to find your neck, cradling each side as his thumbs rub gently at the remnants of rosy glitter you had dusted onto your cheekbones earlier on in the evening— before you took his hand in yours and dragged him to the beach to enjoy the cotton candy sunset and some freshly baked cannoli— another thing that had worked its way into his weekly schedule, another thing that he wouldn’t have found much joy in if it weren’t for you.

you watch as his eyes dart across the expanse of your face— from the stray hairs framing it, to the puzzled pout of your lips, to the bob of your neck when you swallow, to the slight raise of your brows— before they finally settle on your own. 

and as his gaze meets yours, tobio realizes that he's right.

he can see the whole universe in your eyes.

his whole universe. 

through the ridges that line your irises, he can see the stuff his dreams are made of and the whirling ways of the cosmos that pass— all of the stars, and planets, and moons, and galaxies— his entire past, present, and future. 

his heart thrashes around the confinements of his ribs, the thrum of its beating picking up tempo as it travels through his blood and to his eardrums— he would rip it out of his chest and hand it to you on a silver platter, he would hang up all of the moons and stars in each of the 100 billion galaxies in the universe for you if he could.

“what’s on your mind?” the airy whisper of your voice falls onto his ears as a surprise, as if he weren’t expecting you to speak up in the three, now nearly four consecutive minutes he’d been staring at you without an explanation or a sound.

i love you. god, i love you so much. 

that’s what he wants to say.

there’s one other sentence— or a question, rather, that tags along with it— yet he can’t seem to get the words out of his chest. it feels like there’s a black hole where they lie, rooted so deep in the core of his soul that it sucks him in with the strongest force of gravity he’s ever felt— makes him feel like he weighs a million tons and simultaneously nothing at all. he’s nervous, but he’s also calm; clouded by his thoughts, but his mind couldn’t be any clearer.

the words dance on the tip of his tongue and he opens his mouth to speak, but instead swallows back his proclamation with the tiniest bit of hesitancy— like a shot of hard liquor— strong enough to cause a stinging pain to the membrane lining his throat, but warm enough to send an afterglow of chilling comfort through his limbs.

tobio slips his hands down beneath the water to find your own, a knowing smile working its way onto his lips. 

it mirrors the one you’re wearing.

he opens his mouth to speak— one more time— barely noticing how his thumb starts to rub along your bare ring finger, his love for you silently pouring out of his fingertip and wrapping around yours as an invisible band.

“i think you already know.”

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Late Night (Early Morning) Calls

Hinata Shouyou x Kageyama Tobio

Genre: pure fluff!

Warnings: Contains manga spoilers

i was smiling like an idiot the entire time i was writing this. i loves these two volleyball dorks SO MUCH. they are my otp :') this fic just makes so happy i can't-

Shouyou tapped his finger lightly on the keyboard, growing impatient with each passing second. His laptop screen was the only light source in his dark room. He squinted and decided to turn on the blue light filter. He didn't want to ruin his eyesight.

"Idiot-yama pick up the call," he murmured.

After seconds that felt like an eternity, the blue-haired, blue-eyed setter, best friend (lover?) appeared on the screen. The messy state of his hair and his groggy eyes said that he had just woken up. Not spotting the collar or sleeves of a shirt, Shouyou realized Kageyama was shirtless. He leaned and looked down as if he could see Kageyama in his shirtless glory. Shouyou mentally kicked himself.

"Sleepy-yama finally woke up!"

"Shut up, dumbass." He yawned and scratched his head. "Shouldn't you be asleep? What's the time there?"

Shouyou turned and picked up his watch from the bedside table. Light from the laptop screen helped him read the time. "It's around 2:45."

Kageyama frowned. "Go to sleep. We can talk some other time."

"Is that worry Kageyama? You worry about me?" The red head wiped a fake tear. Teasing him was the best, after volleyball of course.

Kageyama only tch-d to Shouyou's dismay. The camera moved and now Kageyama seemed to be walking. His room was well organized and clean, unlike Shouyou's, which looked like it had been hit by a storm. The screen went black for a second after which Kageyama's kitchen came into view. It was small but pretty nonetheless. Sunlight seeped in through a window which was out of view. Shouyou's ears perked up when he heard a small meow.

"What was that? Is that a cat? Do you have a cat?" Kageyama having a cat was unbelievable. Kageyama and cat were two words that could never be put together. Shouyou started to think he was hallucinating due to lack of sleep.

However, his thoughts came to a stop when Kageyama entered the camera's view cradling a cat between his forearm and his side. The cat's ginger fur was a stark contrast to Kageyama's pale skin. Pale skin? Wait. Shouyou's eyes widened and his face started to heat up when he realized that the setter was still shirtless.

"God, yes. I have a cat," Kageyama sighed. He brought the cat near the camera. The red head's face was now as bright as his hair. A closeup of the setter's half naked body was not helping. And Shouyou did not burn the image to the back of his mind. Nope.

He gulped and hoped his voice wasn't weird when he spoke. "What's his name? You gave it a name right?"

"Of course!" Kageyama quipped. He looked away, hesitant. His face was light shade of red. (Was he blushing?) Shouyou thought it was because of the sunlight.

He grinned a teasing grin. "You named it something weird didn't you?" Knowing Kageyama, he probably named the cat Orange Milk.

"No, dumbass. I named him Haru. Haru as in sunshine."

Shouyou might be an idiot. He might also be a dumbass. But, he knew when people got really flustered. He knew how to make them blush really hard. (His time in Brazil had taught him a few things other than volleyball). Kageyama was blushing. He was rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact, a gesture Shouyou was all too familiar with.

Kageyama picked up Haru and brought him in front of the camera. Haru pawed at the screen and meowed. "He's saying hello... ? I don't know, I don't speak cat."

Haru was a cute cat. Shouyou liked him already. "Kageyama finally got a cat to like him? Unbelievable! The sky might as well have turned green."

Kageyama pouted. Hinata smirked when he noticed that Kageyama's face was as bright as Haru's fur. "It was getting lonely here," he said. "I wanted to get a pet but none of the animals would like me. Except this one. He started rubbing against my leg and wouldn't let go. So, I adopted him."

"Aw that's so sweet. I might cry."

They went silent after that. A comfortable one where they just sat and pretended to be near each other. Haru continued pawing at the screen, as if trying to touch Shouyou, who was sadly on the other side of the planet. Kageyama was the one to break the silence.

"When will you be back?"

Shouyou didn't answer right away. When exactly did he plan to come back? Was he ready? Was he better? Most important of all: had he caught up to Kageyama? He wasn't sure. Brazil was a nice place, filled with nice people and nice food and nice volleyball players. Playing beach volleyball everyday was like heaven to him.

But, Brazil wasn't home. It wasn't Miyagi, where he grew up with his sister, Natsu. He didn't have his family here. His friends weren't here, too. There were no meat buns, none of his teammates from Karasuno. There was no Kageyama.

No matter how the situation was, he had come to Brazil to get better. And, he wasn't leaving until he was.

"I'll be back when I have caught up to you. Then, I'll beat you for sure and you'll buy me ten meat buns."

Kageyama smiled. "Keep dreaming. I'll be the one to win."

Shouyou opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by the setter. "Get some sleep, dumbass. How can I play against you when you come back sleep-deprived and looking like a zombie."

"Bakageyama," Shouyou faked annoyance. He laughed and Kageyama did, too. After exchanging good nights and good mornings the two smiled at each other before cutting the call. Shouyou kept his laptop aside and flopped onto his bed. He rubbed his eyes and made a mental note to buy blue light filter glasses.

A huge smile danced on his lips when he remembered Kageyama's bright red face. Next time, Shouyou would definitely mess with Kageyama and make him blush till he looked like tomato. It was finally time to use the flirting skills Heitor had taught him. He let out a soft chuckle and rolled over onto his side.

He would train really hard, become better than everyone and then go back home. He would meet his family, friends and meet Kageyama and his cat Haru. Shouyou fell asleep with a smile on his face and dreamed of living with a certain setter and a certain cat that looked suspiciously like him.

Work by: @smolbean12

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When they have a crush on you

Haikyuu!!

♡ Sakusa Kiyoomi ♡

Staaaaaaareeeee

Ssssstaaaaaareeeeeee

Stares at you. A lot. If you happen to be in the same room as him then expect a pair of eye watching you. He doesn't look cute. He looks like he wants to murder you and sell your organs on eBay. One day you caught him staring. He didn't turn away 'cause if he did then it would be evident that he was staring so he ended up having a staring contest with you. He looks bored on the outside but inside he's all oh shit oshitohshit they caught me don't be obvious don't–

Once you sat in the same table as him during lunch. Komori of course knew about Kiyoomi's obvious crush on you and like the good cousin he is decided to set you both up. You were sat in front of Kiyoomi and Komori smiled, slow and evil. Kiyoomi saw him and gave him a look that said don't you dare. Komori smirked. Oh dear cousin of mine, he thought. You will get laid and I will make sure of it.

And so Komori started talking to you. He asked you about your classes and clubs. Kiyoomi listened intently and made list of them in mind. You were in the class next to Kiyoomi's and you weren't in any club yet though you wanted to join one but none of the clubs seemed interesting enough.

Komori's face lit up. Kiyoomi knew what was going on in his head and he had to stop his stupid cousin before he made Kiyoomi's life even more worse. But before he could do anything Komori already asked you if you wanted to be the volleyball team's manager.

Please say no please say no please say no please Kiyoomi prayed. "Is it fun?" You asked Komori. "Of course," he answered.

And that was how you ended up as the volleyball team's manager. Kiyoomi thought he was going to die. Komori told him to talk to you and become closer but everytime Kiyoomi tried his throat closed and no words came out. He hated this. He hated his stupid self for catching feelings. He hated you for being so lovable and adorable and cute and–stop.

Practice went on not as usual because you were there and you were watching him One day Kiyoomi forgot his pack of wet wipes in his hurry to reach school on time. He felt agitated the whole day and felt filthy. You noticed his misery and offered him an unopened packet of wet wipes. Kiyoomi hesitated at first but took it anyways.

Later he asked you why you were carrying them. You said it was because you were his manager and that you had to take care of him. Kiyoomi thought his heart was going to burst. His chest felt warm and his face was on fire. You cared about him. He quickly thanked you and excused himself. He ran to the washroom and splashed his face with water. The cold water stung his hot face. He took out the wet wipes and wiped his face. You gave it to him. Kiyoomi thought he fell harder than ever for you.

The day after you gave Kiyoomi some wet wipes he started acting weird or that's what you thought. He started talking to you and stared at you even more. One day after practice was over Kiyoomi along with Komori stayed back to help you clean up. After finishing you decided to head home but Kiyoomi stopped you.

He called your name and you turned. He pulled out a packet of masks and gave it to you. "Thank you for yesterday. Please keep this," he said. You gave him an awkward smile and accepted the weird gift. He didn't stop at that. He pulled out a set of scented sanitizers and gave it to you. You were confused and before you could ask anything he had already shoved a disinfecting spray bottle towards you. He dumped a few bleach bottles and finally stopped.

"S-Sakusa what is all this?" You were really confused right now. You didn't know what was going on and you looked at Komori for some explanation. He was on the floor laughing soundlessly. He clutched at his stomach and laughed and laughed.

You looked back at Kiyoomi and noticed that his face was red. "L/N," he said. He looked at you with what seemed like a deadly glare. He probably wanted to squash you like a bug right then and there. "Please accept these gifts and go out with me. I like you."

What. The. Heck. You didn't know whether to laugh or cry or be mad. "Yes," was all that came out of you. This wasn't even a proper confession. You had no clue what this was. But, how could you say no to Sakusa Kiyoomi? "T-Thank you for these gifts." You stuttered out.

He nodded and gave you a hard pat on the head. Komori never let him live it down. He'd always bring it up and tease Kiyoomi, even when the two of you were together for almost three years. He's an ass like that :)

♡ Kageyama Tobio ♡

He avoids you at all costs. Can't be in the same room as you without spontaneously combusting. Always gives an excuse to be away from you. Hinata noticed this and asked him about it. Kageyama being Kageyama hit poor Hinata with a volleyball and told him to mind his own business.

When you got paired up with him for a project he thought it was the end of his life. He almost stopped breathing and one of his seat mates had to shake him back to life.

After school you walked up to him and asked him for his number. Kageyama was with Hinata walking to volleyball practice. With shaky hands he typed out his number on your phone. He almost dropped it while handing it to you but Hinata caught it. You told Kageyama that you had already planned out the project in your free time and that you just wanted him to look through it and make any changes. He nodded, running away to the gym.

During practice Hinata asked Kageyama if he was your boyfriend and Kageyama lost it. They ended up fighting and Daichi had to step in to stop them.

The two of you met in a Cafe to do your project. Kageyama ordered plain milk which got him a weird look from you and the waiter. After finishing the work you started asking him about his hobbies, likes and dislikes.

"So, Kageyama, what do you do when you're bored?" "I, uhh, I'm usually occupied with volleyball, but sometimes I drink milk when I'm really bored."

"Drink milk? That's ‐That's a nice... hobby." The dork's eyes lit up and he nodded fast. You complimented him!!! He's a baby I love him

From then on he started talking to you more. He became more comfortable and even invited you to some of his matches. They way you would scream his name whenever he scored a point always put a smile on his face. He would look at you from the court and give you a tiny awkward thumbs up.

The team noticed his obvious crush on you and realized that if they didn't intervene then the two of you would never date. So they decided to take matters to their own hands.

Tanaka and Nishimura asked Hinata to invite you to practice one day. You agreed and came to the gym. You were sitting with Yachi and talking. But your attention was fully on Kageyama. He looked so beautiful when he played.

One by one, the teams headed out giving various excuses leaving only you and Kageyama behind. It was awkward but you were able to hold a conversation with him. Thought you didn't understand anything as it was about volleyball but you loved to hear him talk. Your stomach grumbled loudly and you blushed, apologizing. Kageyama quickly got out a packet of chocolate milk and gave it to you. "I tried this recently and thought you would like it. I have been wanting to give it to you for a long time." His face was redder than a tomato and he refused to meet your eyes.

From then, he would always bring you chocolate milk during lunch and before he left for practice. He even walked you home when he was free.

He stopped midway, while walking with you after school, making you stop too. He swallowed hard and stared at you for a good minute. You were getting worried but before you could ask him anything, he bent down and yelled. "L/N, I REALLY REALLY LIKE YOU. I LIKE YOU MORE THAN MILK. AND I LIKE YOU AS MUCH AS I LIKE VOLLEYBALL. PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR BOYFRIEND."

Some people opened the windows of their house to see what the yelling was about. With so many eyes on you and Kageyama pouring out his heart to you in a rather aggressive manner, you felt your knees go weak. You asked him to quiet down and helped him straighten up.

"L/N do you like me too? Please tell me." "God, yes. But please let's go somewhere else, people are staring at us."

He smiled and his eyes sparkled. He excitedly pulled out something from his bag and handed it to you. It was a pack of chocolate milk, but the packing had small pictures of volleyball on it. Kageyama was holding a similar one. "I-I thought you would like this," he said.

You hugged him tightly, ignoring the squeak he let out. He slowly wrapped his arms around you and hugged you back. "I like you a lot Tobio."

Work by: @smolbean12

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pretty setter squad v-day hcs

quick a/n: hey loves! so sorry this so late, motivation runs thin these days and school has been kicking my ass lately. however, i have a lot of stuff in the works that i can’t wait to share with you all!! in the meantime please, take some pretty setter squad valentines day headcanons i whipped up!! love you guys <3

-arson

Akaashi-

- god what a romantic

- i feel like this man would be so like classy about it

- definitely would make reservations for a fancy restaurant like 6 months in advance

- on the night of your v-day date he would dress so unbelievably dapper that you’d feel under-dressed (even though you are both dressed up)

- he would let you order whatever you wanted and how much you wanted too

- and no you cannot pay don’t even try to fight him on this

- god he would give you such gorgeous red roses

- HE WOULD GET A VIOLINIST TO PLAY FOR YOU GUYS AT THE TABLE

- slow dance in the park at night slow dance in the the park at night slow dance-

- he would tell you how much he loves you and kiss you under the moonlight

Atsumu-

- he would send you a bunch of those valentine memes LMFAOOO

- he would try and fail to make sugar cookies

- i feel like your valentines date would just be you guys running around town doing stupid stuff all day and having the time of your lives

- he would definitely hit up the convenience store with you and buy you guys a bunch of valentines themed snacks so you both could eat it in the park

- he also fake proposed with a ring pop

- he would carry you around on his back…. like all day… don’t ask me why

- def would put on crappy rom-coms when you guys get home

- osamu would def tell you guys to ‘get a room’ every chance he gets

- he would def have to hide his blush from feeling you wrapped in his arms

- he would use the worst pick up lines on you all day... unironically

Kags-

- honestly poor kid does not know what to do

- he probably looked up videos on what to do for his partner on valentines day

- i feel like he asked sugawara what to do for you

- he’d probably buy you a little teddy bear and some heart-shaped chocolates because that’s what everyone does

- i think he would ask you to practice with him as a date LMFAO 

- maybe it’s because you two met at one of his volleyball matches ;))

- alternatively, your date would be going out for lunch and a walk

- AND HE WOULD BE TRYING TO DISCREETLY HOLD HANDS BUT BE WAY TOO FLUSTERED TO OMG

- but it’s okay because you notice and take his hand and he would be a blushing mess

- he would def stare at you while you were talking because of how beautiful he thinks you are

- and when you point it out he would definitely blush and deny it

Kenma-

- i feel like you and him would be gaming all day

- if you couldn’t be with him in person you would just stream w/ him on the discord server you guys have 

- DISCORD DATE LMFAO

- however, if you are in person he would get all of your favorite junk food and it would just be a gaming night

- don’t expect to go to bed early not in that way pervs

- you guys would build a whole cottage and farm in minecraft and raise cows together

- you guys would also play bedwars and he would profusely demand a rematch if he loses

- he would definitely blame it on the controller

- (i have to say it so bear with me,) you guys would put your minecraft beds next to each other :)

Koganegawa-

- he would also send you those crappy v-day memes LMFAO

- he would be so excited to see you aww

- when he saw you walking towards him he would definitely run at you,  pick you up and swing you around

- he would make you guys do the love calculator and if you got a low score he would almost cry 

- he would also put in his full name, nickname, etc. to get the highest score possible

Semi-

- he would write you a song omg

- and it would be a damn good song

- he would probably take you to a concert (in timeskip, his concert)

- he would give you his favorite guitar pick 

- he would tell you to pick your fav three restaurants/fast food places and get you food from all three

- he would let you wear his leather jacket home and give it to you (i'm pretty sure he has a leather jacket, but if not let’s pretend he does)

-his cologne is all over it and he smells so nice

- he would listen to classic rock love songs and sing them to you while you guys dance in his living room

- he would get you a heart-shaped locket that had a picture of you and him in it

Oikawa-

- he would take so. many. pictures.

- matching outfits are 100% mandatory

- whenever his fangirls showed up he would just show you off to them until they backed off

- he would get you a custom build a bear that looks him, and when you squeezed it, his voice came through the voice box and said ‘i love you’

- he would probably get you a t-shirt that says ‘property of tooru oikawa’ LMFAOAO 

- kidding…. kind of…

- you guys would make heart-shaped brownies in his kitchen

- he would take you around town to all of his favorite places, so they can become your little spots as a couple, including a little restaurant not many people know about

- he is their best/most frequent customer and he considers it his quiet/happy place, but it’s both of yours now

- he would totally carry you bridal style to like half of the places you guys went to

- he would definitely say some shit like “you’re cute but not as cute as me” all day but in reality he is so fucking flustered and such blushing mess just looking at you 

- he genuinely thinks you are an angel from heaven

- HE WOULD USE CHEESY PICKUP LINES ALL DAY TOO

Sugawara-

- he is such a GOD at valentines day

- fucking perfect oh my god

- he would gives you breakfast in bed even if you don't live with each other 

- he would probably get your favorite breakfast delivered to your house

- he would have asked for heart-shaped fruits on your plate

- he would also leave your favorite one of his hoodies that he sprayed his cologne on so it smells like him

- he would take you on a picnic in his favorite spot in the park and have your favorite food int he basket

- he would have gotten you your favorite flowers

- doting on you. all. day.

- he would have gotten you a plushie in your favorite animal and so much v-day candy

- he would give you such a stunning and expensive necklace

- he would cook your favorite dinner for you too

- you guys would cuddle on his couch and watch your favorite rom-coms or just movies in general

- you guys would also bake heart-shaped treats and have little flour fights in the kitchen

- paul anka’s “put your head on my shoulder” will most definitely be playing in the background as you slow dance together

- HE WOULD GIVE YOU SO MANY FOREHEAD KISSES AS YOU CUDDLE OMSABHIS 

- god he is just perfect

they find out you play the drums

prompt: “you invite them out to a new bar that recently opened, stating the band there was really good, but the last thing they expected was seeing you on stage.”

includes: tobio kageyama, kozume kenma, tetsuro kuroo

warnings: none except occasional swearing!

a/n: AYE my first headcannons :D i came up with this idea listening to paramore lmao i just need to get it out of my system, enjoy!

tobio kageyama

when you came up to him and begged him to visit the new bar, he didn’t even think about denying you

simply because 1. your face was too cute and 2. you havenT BEEN SPENDING ENOUGH TIME WITH HIM; HE MISSES YOU >:(

so you two went together the following friday

you were vibrating in excitement already,, it was so hard not telling him but you wanted to see his raw reaction 

you two made yourselves comfortable, ordering drinks before you excused yourself

“I have to use the restroom, I’ll be right back, kags” you said, pecking his nose, which obviously made him scoff but he nodded

when the band was announced, you were still not back and he was kind of upset but also kind of worried because??

did you ditch him??

did someone kidnap you??

but he didn’t have enough time to ponder over it because the music soon started

and there you were.

sat behind the drums. 

his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets at the sight. you looked so fucking badass. 

he didn’t pay attention to the bassist or singer

his eyes were trained on you the entire time, every hit against the drums resonating through his ears

as if that wasn’t hot enough, you should’ve seen his face when you took over, playing louder than the singer and bassist, all of the attention now on you

he couldn’t help but scoff at the amount of men eye-fucking you 

after the little concert was over he immediately walked over to you

“how could you hide that masterpiece from me?!”

kozume kenma

now for this baby, it was a bit harder to get him out of the confinement that was his four walls

after literal WEEKS of persuading him, you still couldn’t convince him LMAO 

you made kuroo drag him to the bar. 

so there he sat, waiting to be finally able to go home to get to his precious handheld console again

kenma does NOT like loud sounds or places with many people overall, so it only added to his horror as soon as your band was announced

as soon as the lights went off and the stage lighting turned on, he looked in that direction 

you were sat in the middle, behind some drums, dressed in all black attire 

his eyes widened and his jaw dropped, kuroo having to push his mouth back shut 

he watched you perform in awe

he found himself actually enjoying it, especially when it was your turn to steal the spotlight with your skills

after the performance he patiently waited for you to approach him, finally doing so after signing a few autographs

“if you told me, i would’ve agreed to come earlier..” 

tetsuro kuroo

kuroo was actually the one to ask you to go to the new bar

the universe was working in your favour lmao 

almost as soon as you arrived at the bar you excuse yourself, leaving a confused boyfriend behind 

confused boyfriend! turned into hypeman! boyfriend as soon as he saw you on the stage 

“THAT’S MY PARTNER RIGHT THERE!”

“don’t look at them like that, they’re mine!”

“MY BABY IS SO TALENTED!”

well he definitely wasn’t embarassed to show you off

seeing you up there, dancing along to the music as you played looking so, so cool, just made his heart swell and his cheers got louder

at some point he got the whole bar to cheer for you too

he couldn’t help it!! you just looked so happy when you heard the cheers!

you bet your ass he will come to every single performance from now on 

after you were done he calmly escorted you away from the piles of people wanting you to sign something for them 

“didn’t know you had it in you, baby!”

he kissed you to show everyone who you belonged to 

a/n: i feel like ive let ya down with this one, oh well! plsplspls send requests!! i need to get around to making a navi/about me these days.

THIS! IS GOLD MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLS/BOYS/NON BINARIES

READ IT

Defending S/O From Jealous Girls (Kuroo, Kageyama, and Tsukishima )

enjoy!!!!

warning(s):bullying!!!(tw) , boys who bite at anything that touches you<3

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Seguir leyendo

You like to call your boyfriend cute when you talk about him to your coworkers, saying things like: “He’s so cute, he cooks for me all the time!” or “My boyfriend just bought me this flower bouquet for our date! Isn’t he the cutest?” and it planted an image into your coworkers mind of your boyfriend being this soft looking guy. So they definitely didn’t expect a tall muscular guy with a face that literally embodies “if looks could kill” to walk into the building claiming to be your boyfriend and that you had asked him to pick you up. But it did help a little when you run into his arms telling how much you miss him and for a moment, they catch his hard face turned soft. Ok maybe he was a little cute.

-Sakusa, Ushijima, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima.

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