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Their reaction when you wipe their kisses off

Fandom:Haikyuu Pairings:Kenma,Tsukishima,Suna X reader Genre:Humor,Fluff,SFW Format:Scenario Warnings:Some Cursing in Tsukishima's part Word Count:0.6K A/n:Saw this trend on tiktok and wanted to give it a try,and whos better than m'Haikyuu boys? :D

not proofread,and sorry if theres any mistakes

This Tiktok trend compilation on Youtube

↬Kenma Kozume

you were sitting on his bed,waiting for him to get out of the shower,to record his reaction to what you were about to do.you turned your head at him as you heard his steps comming closer to you,and greeted him with a gentle smile. "awww look at you baby! just come here and kiss me already!"

he slowly came toward you as he smiled back at you,and placed a delicate kiss on your cheek.

Kenma knew you were obsessed with him and his kisses,so he was very surprised when he saw you awkwardly turning around and wiping his kiss off,and you did noticed this.

he kissed you on your cheek again and when you kept wiping his kisses off,he saw a dim sign of laughter on you face.

you were doing it on purpose.

you were looking at your phone,trying to hide your smirk as you waited for him to try and kiss you again,

and that was when a big pillow landed on your face out of the blue.

"Ouch! Kenma?" you looked up at your boyfriend with your eyes widened and laughing as he walked out of the room,ignoring you,acting like a big petty kitty, "Ken Ken! Come back here!"

Nope!Hes not coming back!

well.not unless you shower him in kisses and cuddles as payback.

↬Kei Tsukishima

you were driving him to the gym and had your phone in front of you,ready to record.he was about to get off the car,but you stopped him by placing your hand on his shoulder.

"babe?can i get a kiss?" you gave him the puppy eyes and puckered your lips.he sighed,leaning toward you as he pressed his lips on yours,giving you a gentle kiss.you broke the kiss apart,smiled at him,

and then you wiped your fucking lips.

"what the fuck?" you nearly jumped in your seat because of his loud tune,looking at him with shock as you tried to hold back your laugh.

"what?what happened?" "dont with me bitch! did you just wiped my kiss off?" the big pout on his face nearly made you burst out into laughter.

"what?no i didnt!what are you talking about?" "dont play dumb with me !what is wrong with you?" "i didnt babe youre imagining things! here give me another one and ill prove it to ya" "no! people dont wipe my kisses off"

he grabbed his bag and slammed the door behind him,walking away from you as he heard your laughter. "baby? im sorry! come back honey it was a prank!"

you put your your hand on your mouth and continue laughing at your boyfriend as you saw him giving you "the middle finger"

↬Rintarou Suna

you quickly adjusted your phone on the table when your boyfriend went to the bathroom.it was your date night and since you were hanging out at his house you decided to play a prank on him that you saw in Tiktok.

you smiled at him cheekily when he pulled you closer to himself gave you a passionate kiss on your lips the minute he walked back into the living room.it was more believable this way that you didnt have to ask him for a kiss yourself.

when he let go of you,you winked at him and were about to reach your lips and wipe them,then you saw him wiping his own before you could even make a move.you looked at him with a confused expression,

and that was when the camera on the couch-that didnt belong to you' catched your attention.

"Rin you little shi-"

Reblogs are appreciated but please keep the tags

dreamin’

SYP — when your heart says yes, but your brain says no. you don’t know which to follow, but you do know that the offer wont last long.

GEN. — fluff w a twinge of angst

WARN. — gn!reader, reader is described as pretty, soft men

NOTES. — hi loves!! hope u guys had a good day. sorry for being so inactive. maybe i’ll still write but mainly focus on drabbles.

it’s like you’re dreaming.

the rain thumps on your window softly. in contrast to the relentless downpour outside, your room emits a cozy glow, linen and warm.

looking down on the man sprawled across your lap, you brush his hair away from his face. he looks peaceful like this. carefree and completely relaxed, a sight of vulnerability. he wouldn’t show this side of him to anyone but you.

you’ve been waiting for this day, haven’t you?

your feather-like touch tickles the apple of his cheeks, stirring him awake.

“‘m sorry, did i wake you?” your smile so bright he squints his eyes to focus on you. you look so pretty and he loves this view. the moon’s light shines on your face, the upturned corner of your mouth and the tip of your nose. you look ethereal.

he shakes his head. “no, ‘s okay. i wasn’t even asleep anyway,” he lies through that sweet smile of his. a rush of memories hit him as he traces each crevice of your face.

he remembers how that exact smile of yours drooped slightly in devastation that day. the day he left you. the exact day of the previous year when you both swore that you would be each other’s. you remember the feeling, like a slap to the face.

so why? why was he back? and why were you so willing to take him back?

a comfortable silence takes over and you move your hand to ruffle his hair. your fingertips caress his messy mop with utmost care, as if he was going to break like glass with the slightest pressure. your fingernails scratch his scalp and he instantly relaxes. well, his arms around your waist don’t.

“we can’t keep doing this, y’know?” you sigh, rubbing his back gently. he could feel his heart weigh down and the fuzzy feeling in his chest ceases. he knows what you mean, but he wishes he doesn’t.

“keep doing what?” his voice is still raspy and tired, like it was every single morning when you woke beside him.

“this. all of this.” he hears his heart crack and he thinks you did too. “it’s wrong,” you add, ignoring how your heart thumps.

“then take me back.” you jump slightly, not expecting how immediate his response was. “if you take me back, everything will be the same again. like this all never happened,” he trailed off.

you know its sincere. you know you missed this, him. you miss his smile, his laugh, his voice. he does too. he knows you miss him, and he misses you as well.

you’re silent, and he hates when you are. he wants to hear your voice.

say something, anything.

the thumping in your heart gets so loud, you can hear it in your ears. your mind goes blank, not knowing which to follow, your heart, or your brain?

because your heart screams yes, but your brain yells no.

it’s like you’re dreaming.

— (bllk) NAGI, SAE, RIN (genshin) CHILDE, DILUC, KAEYA (star rail) DAN HENG, JING YUAN, BLADE (haikyuu) SUNA, TSUKI (KNY) GIYU, SANEMI () YOUR FAVES

@mykuro 2023. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

all i need —

SYP — “girl ur made for me, cuz ur love is all i need” just scenarios <3

GEN. — fluff, crack

WARN. — gn!reader, not proofread

NOTES — yk i love the grumpy x sunshine and polar opposites troupe so why not incorporate some hints of that into this? might make a pt 2..

at first glance, not many people would expect either of you to pursue each other.

the way you both handle things are different, reactions and such. and when you think of that, there’s only one situation that comes to mind..

throwing your head back slightly, you laugh at one of his lame jokes. hand in hand, both of you turn the corner, still too invested in your conversation to take in the sight in front if you.

he’s the first one to look, halting his movements as he stays rooted to the ground. you, taking note of his tense form, stop to turn to him. cocking an eyebrow, you nudge him on his shoulder and worryingly ask, “babe? you okay?”

his mouth is agape a bit and his eyes are fixated on whats in front of him. seeing as he’s not gonna answer, you follow his line of sight and gasp slightly.

there in front of both of you stood a couple leaning against a wall, making out. you grimaced slightly, noticing their lust for each other through their eager movements. ‘they kiss like fish..,’ you thought, deadpanning.

you felt a tug on your arm, pulling you back.

“c’mon, let’s go before they see us. they might think we enjoy watching them eat each others’ face,” he whispered, hooking an arm around your waist.

you were about to comply but you thought of something way better than just ignoring it. a mischievous smile creeps its way on your face and he grows concerned, not liking that smug look on your face.

unraveling your arms from his, you gasp exaggeratedly, successfully catching the couples attention. they break away from each other reluctantly and flushed, glaring at you.

“i knew you had somebody else!” you screamed, stomping away and wiping away invisible tears from the corners of your eyes. he trails quickly after you, standing beside you as you both hide behind a wall.

“are you kidding me? ugh!” you hear one of them shuffling, probably walking away from the other one.

“wait, baby! i swear, i have no idea who that was!” the other one pleaded, scrambling after his ‘baby’. his thick accent making it all the more funnier.

you leaned forward, clutching your stomach in laughter. he stared at you in slight disbelief before joining in on your giggling.

“what are you doing?”

uh oh, caught in the act.

you turn around, hiding the item behind your back. you grin widely but sheepishly. “what do you mean?” you smile innocently, stuffing the perfume bottle up your shirt.

tilting his head slightly, he raises a brow, skeptical. he walks over to you and hastily snatches the bottle from your hands.

“hey! i wasn’t done with that,” you whined, reaching for it but to no avail. he held it far from your reach, above his head. he tsked.

“i’ll give it back if you tell me what you were doing.”

you sighed, mumbling something so soft it was barely audible. “huh?” he nearly squeaked.

“i wanted to spray my perfume on your clothes so when we go out, people know you’re taken,” you grumbled. “but mostly because people are doing it on tiktok..”

he didn’t stop babying you that whole afternoon. and he posted a tiktok about it. (it went viral)

it was a nice noon. the birds were chirping, the grass seemed greener and your boyfriend was throwing a tantrum.

“i don’t wanna!”

“stop acting like a baby. its not that bad.”

“this isn’t fair.”

“what isn’t fair? you lost the bet, you have to do my dare,” you huff victoriously, smirking slightly.

he sighs, knowing there’s no way of convincing you to let him off. “fine, help me find one.”

“gladly,” you chirped, bouncing on the balls of your feet gently. your eyes scanned around the park before locking on someone. “right there,” you whispered, leaning to him and pointing at the person with your lips.

you shoo him to approach the person. he shakes his head and complies, walking backwards to cast you a pouty look to which you rolled your eyes at.

“excuse me?” he asked, approaching said persons line of sight. she smiled at him, waving, “hello! is there anything i can do for you?”

“i just wanted to tell you that your child is the chosen one,” he replied bluntly, pointing at her swollen stomach.

the woman blinked at him.

“child? i’m not pregnant.” she narrowed her eyes at him.

“oh.”

he ran away, dragging you with him before your knees buckled from your wheezing.

— (bllk) NAGI, SAE, RIN (genshin) DILUC, alhaitham (star rail) DAN HENG, jing yuan, BLADE (haikyuu) SUNA, TSUKI (KNY) GIYU, sanemi (ENCANTO) CARLOS, CAMILO () YOUR FAVES

@mykuro 2023. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

stay

tsukishima kei x reader

warnings: afab! reader, mentions of unprotected sex, unclear relationship between reader and tsukki, kei is bad at feelings

you hear tsukishima shuffling in the bathroom as you lay on his bed.

looking up at his ceiling, you try to figure him out: is he the kind of guy who’ll kick a girl out after he sleeps with her? will he let you stay? should you get dressed and make a run for it while he’s busy?

instead, you stay where you are, only choosing to drape your arm over your face, the crook of your elbow resting over your eyes. you close them. you’ll leave it up to him to decide what he wants to do with you.

would he walk you home if he kicked you out?

eyes still closed, you hear him come back into the room. you brace yourself for rejection and the eventual walk of shame.

the bed dips as he kneels on it, inching closer to you.

you feel him tap the side of your naked thigh, “open your legs,” he says

you do so, choosing not to remove your arm from covering your face until you feel him clean the mess in between your thighs with a damp hand towel. you guess it’s the least he could do before kicking you out— given that most of the mess is his.

he sighs once he’s finished, discarding the rag, eyes still not meeting yours as he makes his way to the dresser across the room.

“you…” he drags the question out as he rummages through the top drawer.

“want a shirt?”

you hum, and he throws it over to you.

he’s pacing the room again, picking up the various clothing items you were each wearing before the night’s encounter.

you see him fold your pants, the shirt you were wearing, and your bra. he picks up your panties and finally, shyly, meets your gaze, cheeks coloring.

he throws these at you, too. you to put them on.

he’s back to his drawers, pulling out a clean pair of sweatpants for himself. the waistband rests low on his waist as he finally, finally, comes back to bed.

“umm,”

you take this as your cue to leave, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, searching his room for your phone, your keys, your wallet.

“i tend to run pretty cold at night,” he begins, clearing his throat, “do you want an extra blanket incase-

“are you leaving?”

he cuts himself off when he realizes you’re collecting your belongings, your pants already in hand, waiting for you to put them on.

you feel like a deer caught in headlights. your mouth falling open into a soundless oh.

“you want me to stay?” you ask him, unsure

immediately, tsukishima gets defensive, closing himself off, “i mean, no one’s forcing you to.”

he looks away, and you feel like hitting yourself with a hammer repeatedly.

“text me when you get home.” is all he says, still not meeting your eyes.

“tsukki-”

“what.” his tone is harsh. he’s furiously picking at the skin around his cuticles.

“i-i want to stay,” you tell him, nearing him where he is sitting on the edge of his bed. while he still pretends to be upset, he’s readily parting his legs for you to nestle in between them, burrowing his head in your stomach as you stand in front of him, your fingers immediately moving to scratch his scalp the way he likes. his hands gently cup your ass, bringing you closer.

tsukishima breathes in the scent of you and him mixed together through his shirt. you’re good to him. too good sometimes.

the truth is he wants you to stay in his bed (and his heart, and his life) forever.

“call me kei,” he tells you finally, softly, “s’the least you can do after asking me to cum inside you.”

“kei,” you say, smile on your lips, savoring the syllable, “can you get me an extra blanket?”

he huffs, pulling you down to lay beside him, “you won’t need one after i’m done with you.”

→ RECEIPT. how they realised they were attracted to you. → TAGS. tetsuro kuroo, kei tsukishima, wakatoshi ushijima x reader, fluff, you almost get hit with the ball (thanks yaku), reader is suggested to be short(er).

TETSURO KUROO.

He started becoming quieter, almost conscious of what he said around others.

Nekoma watches as their captain almost moves in a daze, his eyes fixated on a certain girl on the bleachers, writing something and tucking her hair behind her ear every so often. Yaku had been the first to notice a few days ago during one of their practice matches, brow furrowed and lips pursed as Kuroo observed his younger sister. Although you were only younger by a year, making you a second year while Yaku and Kuroo third years, your brother was highly protective of you.

“She’s so pretty,” Kuroo murmurs, tossing the ball up and catching it repeatedly as he continues to gaze at you. He had said few words this match, albeit his smart remarks still made their presence. However, Kenma had to snap him out of a few daydreams while Lev had waved his big hands in his face, yelling “Yoohoo!”

Kuroo had deadpanned at that.

As the game continues, he watches as Yaku saves the ball but also causes it to fly over and almost hit you, making you yelp and cover your head. Kuroo almost chokes on his own breath.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry,” Yaku rushes out, face pinched in concern as he jogs over to where you sit with an unimpressed expression. Kuroo watches momentarily as the libero withstands your discipline and light slap to his head, before - as no one else seemed to do so - rushing up the bleacher stairs and snatching the ball up.

“You sure you don’t wanna sit higher up?” Kuroo suggests, watching it take you a moment to register that he’s talking to you. Your eyes lock and his breath hitches, lips parting as he watches you smile sheepishly and gather your notes in your arms. “That probably would be a good idea,” you giggle and thank him for his concern, moving to sit closer to the doors but not before shooting Yaku one last glare.

The libero pouts and apologises again.

Kuroo composes himself and fiddles with the ball before starting to make his way back down to the court.

“Hey, wait.” He freezes in place at the sound of your voice, turning to face you with inexplicable anticipation (for what, he wasn’t sure himself). He finds himself smiling as you do, watching as you nod towards the ball in his hand. “I will throw that ball out the window if it reaches me again,” you raise a brow, your warning teasing and (largely) unserious.

Kuroo snorts, nodding. “Noted.”

KEI TSUKISHIMA.

You became the person he talks to the most.

He hadn’t abandoned Yamaguchi at all, but even the green-haired man notices Tsukishima’s developing interest in you. You seemed more academic than the blond, opting to spend your time between classes in the library or the local cafe, but lately you had allowed him to distract you with his smart remarks and invitations to random days out. This time, he wanted you to help him practise.

“I’m not going easy on you,” you mumble, still shoving your books in your bag as you walk alongside him. He rolls his eyes and smacks the top of your head with the packaged strawberry shortcake slice he insists on having daily.

Once you get to the green field beside the school’s gym, he becomes insufferable.

“What happened to not going easy on me?” He grins, watching you chase after the ball for a second time.

You groan and almost much too aggressively throw a rock at him, one he easily avoids. You hate admitting it, but you are just as competitive as he is, so you don’t let his teasing demotivate you.

“I’m going to serve this ball in your damn face,” you huff, hitting the ball again. This time, Tsukishima is focused on his plays, following the ball carefully and analysing your every move. 

By the time you’re done, three hours have passed and the sun is barely hanging in the sky. You’re sweating and panting, Tsukishima slouched against a wall as he too catches his breath. Neither one of you breaks eye contact so you’re not oblivious to the way he lets his eyes roam over you. You don’t hesitate to do the same.

“I shouldn’t have eaten that cake,” he huffs, “I’m gonna puke.”

You burst out laughing at his whimpers. He takes a few moments to hydrate himself before inhaling deeply and glaring at you.

“I hope your stomach hurts so bad that you can’t sleep tonight,” he almost pouts - so uncharacteristic of him (also hoping that you stay up to text him).

“If you’re done being petty,” you push your hair back and wipe yourself down with a small towel, “I was thinking we can go get some food, maybe help that little upset stomach of yours.”

You almost scream when he throws his sweaty towel at you.

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA.

He starts to ask about you.

He’s walking out of school with the rest of the team, waiting outside a local store as Tendo and Goshiki spend half their life savings on snacks they’ll likely forget about. Ushijima is checking the news and simultaneously listening to Ohira talk about how he’s trying out a new regime at the gym, until he hears Semi on the phone with someone. He glances up at him, hoping to hear your voice, but turns back to his phone when he doesn’t.

After about ten minutes of yelling at Tendo and Goshiki to hurry up before their banks question their hefty transactions, they all start heading home again.

“How’s your sister?” Ushijima asks bluntly, catching Semi’s surprised expression in his peripheral vision. The setter hesitates before nodding. “She’s fine.”

An awkward silence dawns on the duo.

“I thought there would be more to that conversation,” Semi laughs, staring up at his seemingly unfazed captain. Ushijima hums.

Again, the silence becomes deafening.

“Is she still working in that new firm downtown?” Ushijima asks. “I remember you said that she was excited about getting her own office.”

Semi nods, brow furrowed in confusion. “I told you that about two months ago, do I wanna know how or why you still remember that?” The two then look at each other with seemingly apathetic expressions, although Semi has a feeling that Ushijima isn’t asking out of the kindness of his own heart. He doesn’t mention it though, instead says his goodbyes to the others as they all part ways - except for him and Ushijima.

Although Semi isn't too keen on letting you invest time into boys seeking nothing but someone they can manipulate for their own benefit, he knows that Ushijima is nothing like that. Though, he's not sure how the captain would even go about approaching you considering his and your busy schedules.

"Do you... want her number?" Semi initiates what Ushijima seemed hesitant to mention.

"Please."

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“when they get jealous” | hq

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃

content: haikyuu boys x reader, when they get jealous over someone else

warnings: disgustingly cute, kenma x reader + tsukishima x reader are established relationships, fem!reader, osamu x reader (y/n is perceived as shorter than osamu)

characters: kenma, tsukishima, osamu

a/n: more! bc these also have been stuck in my head... (not proofread sorry!)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Kozume Kenma

'he would get distracted to the point of jeopardizing a game'

It was a weekend afternoon, and Kenma had carved out some precious time to play solos in the gaming room. His specialty was first-person shooter games, and he stayed absolutely silent to focus; a pin drop could be heard from how quiet it was. Only the sounds of his game controller clicking resonated softly in the soundproof room.

You two shared the room, with back-to-back monitors and a personalized setup on each side. Occasionally, you would enter and play a game or two, leaving when you knew he had a stream scheduled.

Today was one of those quiet days, with Kenma fully immersed in his game. His noise-canceling headphones ensured nothing but the game’s audio reached his ears.

You entered the room, aware of his headphones, and left rabbit-cut apple slices next to his keyboard. The colors from his monitor illuminated the slices, casting a soft glow on them as his slender fingers worked like a well-oiled machine.

As you moved, your figure momentarily blocked his sight, and he glimpsed you holding a phone to your ear, a smile plastered on your face as you talked. Kenma's eyes lingered on you for a few seconds before his monitor demanded his attention again. Usually, you would make some sort of light contact to remind him you were there, a gentle touch or a pat on the shoulder.

But this time, you didn’t.

Instead, you turned to your side and plopped down on the plush chair, fully engrossed in your conversation. Kenma wasn't overly nosy, but he couldn’t help but peek out from the side of his monitor to observe you.

‘Who has your attention?’ he wondered.

Knowing he couldn't keep glancing your way without compromising his game, Kenma adjusted his headphones so that only one side covered his ear, leaving the other exposed to the outside world.

Kenma's focus split in half; he tried to concentrate on his game, yet every time he heard your wholehearted laugh, his eyes darted to you instantly. Your joy was infectious, and it pulled at his curiosity with an unfamiliar force.

“Tomorrow? Yeah, that sounds great!” Your voice rang out, clear and cheerful. Kenma's brows furrowed as he strained to make out more of your conversation. His concentration slowly dissipated, the multiple noises becoming a chaotic blend in his mind.

“I can’t wait to see you!” Your exclamation, followed by another giggle, broke his focus entirely. He turned his head fully for just two seconds, enough time for his character on screen to be targeted and shot.

The screen flashed red with ‘GAME OVER’ in bold letters.

Kenma's eyes did a double take as the realization hit—he had gotten distracted a bit too long.

He never lost a game—ever.

He yanked the headphones off, letting them hang around his neck as he leaned back in his chair. A long sigh heaved out, his worn-out hands finding their way behind his head as his legs spread apart for a more comfortable position.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later, bro. Tell Mom I can’t wait to see you guys!” Now free from his game’s immersive audio, Kenma heard you loud and clear. His eyes squeezed shut, feeling a twinge of annoyance at himself for getting so distracted.

That really cost him a game—yet he couldn't help but feel his heart rate slow down after realizing you were just talking to your brother.

Lost in his thoughts, Kenma didn’t hear you approach until he felt the soft, slightly wet touch of your lips pecking his. His eyes slowly fluttered open to find you staring down at him with a confused look.

“You lost, Kozu?” Your eyes now drifted to his monitor.

He could only softly scoff at himself, a mix of embarrassment and amusement in his tone. “Yeah, I guess I did.” His lips pursed together, noting the twinge of sweetness they tasted.

He would never tell you the real reason, though.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

Kei Tsukishima

'his smile looks indifferent, yet his eyes shot daggers'

The sound of someone’s cough echoed through the museum as you and Tsukishima passed through another grand exhibit. The exhibits grew slightly crowded at times, prompting you to lightly grasp the edge of his coat, careful not to fully grab him. His strides were slightly faster than yours granted his slight eagerness. Tsukishima turned his head, peering down at your hand clutching his clothes.

“Is this your way of trying to keep up?” His light eyebrows raised slightly in amusement before he reached back, taking hold of your hand to guide you instead.

“Excuse me!” a slightly loud voice echoed in the room, causing you to close your mouth before you could respond. You turned to face the source of the shout, only to find a young man staring right at you.

Tsukishima halted with you, turning his head around with a hint of annoyance at whoever was shouting.

“Do people not know when to lower their voices?” he muttered, his voice laced with irritation. As he was about to finish his sentence, he noticed the man making his way toward you specifically. Tsukishima didn’t miss the way the man’s eyes were solely focused on you.

Turning his attention to you, Tsukishima also noticed how your squinting eyes suddenly morphed into one of pure surprise.

“Y/N? Is that really you!?” the man exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

As the man launched into an animated recount of his recent adventures, Tsukishima stood by, feeling a pang of irritation.

Soon enough, a few others caught up to your classmate. Tsukishima couldn't miss the way it took them a few seconds to avert their eyes or the eager way they held out their hands to shake yours.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, ‘How shameless.’

“This is my—” you began to introduce Tsukki, but he beat you to it, turning fully to face the group. “I’m the boyfriend.” His smile was anything but genuine.

His tone might have been friendly, but you could tell Tsukki was irritated.

Quickly realizing he might be upset about the abrupt interruption of your date, you hastily said your goodbyes to your old high school friend.

“Aw, c’mon Y/N, how about a reunion selfie before we let you go?” your old classmate nudged, pointing at the phone he was holding.

You awkwardly laughed, trying to think of a way to politely decline. But before you could say no, you felt a gentle but firm pressure on the small of your back, guiding you forward. You turned to see Tsukishima's long fingers splayed out against your back, his touch insistent. The action caused you to straighten up in response, feeling the solid reassurance of his hand.

You quickly took the selfie with your old classmate, offering a polite smile for the camera. Before you could say another brief goodbye, you noticed the three guys in the back all staring in your direction, only to quickly avert their gaze to some random object in the building.

Curious about what had caught their attention, you turned your head to follow their line of sight. Your heart began to race as you saw the reason for their sudden shift in focus.

Tsukishima, now several meters away, was turned slightly to the side, but his eyes were locked onto the guy next to you. His usual could-care-less demeanor was replaced with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Tsukishima's glare was menacing as if silently placing a bounty on his head. His hands were comfortably placed in his pockets; his black glasses failed to mask the daggers he shot their way.

There was no mistaking it—he was jealous, and not just mildly so.

You quickly excused yourself, murmuring a final goodbye to your old classmate. You made your way over to Tsukishima, your steps quickening with each passing second.

As you reached him, you hesitated for a moment before gently placing a hand on his arm. His eyes flicked to yours, then quickly shifted away, focusing on anything but you.

“Tsukki,” you said softly, “Sorry that took so long.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, his tone begrudgingly agreeing.

“Were their stares bothering you?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light.

Tsukishima’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“They were just...annoying,” he said, his voice clipped. “Like, read the room.”

A mischievous smirk played on your face as you interlocked your hand with his. “Is that why you were death-staring them like they were your sworn enemies?”

“Obviously. Anyone would with how noisy they were,” he replied, trying to sound indifferent.

He would never admit to it, but you could read him all too well.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

Miya Osamu

'wouldn't care if a purchase or two gets put on the line'

One day, Atsumu, his doting twin brother, waltzes into the semi-busy shop with open arms.

“Take a whiff, boys—the infamous Miya blood mixes with success,” he says smugly.

Osamu doesn't even welcome them once he sees who it is—he simply deadpans and shoves the curtains to go in the back.

With a bright smile that reaches your eyes, you quickly greet the customers. The two unfamiliar gentlemen behind Atsumu had a muscular and tall build—likely hungry athletes in need of rewarding food.

‘Time to sell the whole shop,’ you think with determination.

Although you weren’t an official employee at Onigiri Miya, you wanted to help Osamu as much as you could. That included selling his delicious food to hungry customers.

You devise a quick game plan and target the first tall guy, hastily approaching him. His eyebrows are furrowed slightly as he examines the menu, trying to decide what to eat.

“Hi there! If you’re looking for something delicious, you can’t go wrong with our classic tuna mayo onigiri,” you suggest cheerfully, your enthusiasm catching his attention.

The tall guy’s face lights up at your recommendation. “That sounds perfect, thanks!” he says, his serious expression softening.

Just as you’re about to show him another flavor, Osamu suddenly walks directly between you and the customer, almost bumping into you. “You should try the natto,” he says, grabbing a natto onigiri from the display, his tone a bit sharper than usual.

The customer looks a bit taken aback, clearly put off by the sudden change. “Uh, I’m not sure about natto…” he says hesitantly.

You frown slightly, trying to salvage the situation. “Well, we have plenty of other options too—how about the umeboshi?” you suggest, stepping around Osamu to point at another onigiri.

Osamu, however, doesn’t move, effectively blocking your view. “Natto’s a specialty here. You should give it a shot,” he insists, practically shoving the onigiri into the customer’s hand, his eyes darting briefly to you and then back to the customer.

The customer looks uncomfortable, but Atsumu, ever the opportunist, steps in with a grin. “Look at ya, ‘Samu. Can’t stand to see Y/N sellin’ your onigiri to my pal, huh?” he teases, clearly enjoying the situation.

Osamu’s scowl deepens as he grabs an onigiri from the counter. “Shut up, ‘Tsumu,” he mutters before stuffing the onigiri into his brother’s mouth, effectively muffling his cackle.

Atsumu’s eyes widen in surprise, slightly coughing from practically choking on a rice ball.

Trying to pretend the twins weren’t going at it, mouthing silent threats to each other on each side of you two, you try to make a pitch once again.

“I hope you try out all, but it’s up to you!” you quickly put all three into the man’s hands and in doing so, your hand encloses them and gives it a slight pat.

The shuffling stops as you feel two holes being burned into the back of your head.

You could hear a soft chuckle as Osamu's large hands suddenly and slightly encircled your neck from behind. His weight leaned lightly against you as he crouched down a bit to join the conversation.

"Y/N's putting in quite the effort to sell you these, man. I'd say take them and enjoy," he remarked, his face close enough to yours that you could almost feel his breath against your ear.

With a subtle maneuver, you sidestep out of his grasp and guide the customer towards the register; the mess the very owner put you through just to sell these damn onigiris. You mentally roll your eyes as Atsumu continues to tease Osamu in the background.

As soon as the trio of athletes bid the shop goodbye, the door chiming softly behind them, your attention soon fell on Osamu.

You could feel a slight tension in the atmosphere, the remnants of the earlier exchange still hanging in the air. Osamu stood behind the counter, his back turned to you as he methodically rearranged the onigiri displays. His movements were precise, almost mechanical as if he were trying to distract himself from the task at hand.

"Why the face, Y/N?" Osamu feigned confusion as he went around the stalls to continue his organizing.

You stood by the register with your arms crossed, eyebrows raised in amused disbelief. "Oh, really," you began, "I mean, I get Atsumu—you guys always go at it—but that guy was just like any other customer, 'Samu."

Osamu paused in his task, his expression shifting into a thoughtful gaze as if pondering something. His fingers tapped absentmindedly on the counter before he finally met your gaze. "Yeah, but there's always something more to it," he said cryptically, a faint smile playing on his lips.

You tilted your head, intrigued by his response. "More to what?"

He chuckled softly, a glint of something indescribable in his eyes. "More to everything," he replied enigmatically, leaving you with a curious smile as he continued to work around the shop. His words lingered in the air.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

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hey hey hey!! You're one of my favourite writers and seeing your requests open makes me so happy! can I request: how would daichi, aone, ushijima, tsukishima, and iwaizumi act when they're pining for a fem!reader who's just completely oblivious?

characters: ushijima wakatoshi, sawamura daichi, tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime, & aone takanobu, all with a fem!reader

warnings: i think i swore somewhere lol also a very slightly suggestive ending for Iwaizumi’s

a/n: my heart is DYING seeing this :') anon you're much too kind! but I love this idea!! gotta give a HUGE thank you to @satan-ruler-of-hells for helping me out with Iwaizumi’s!!!! also i’m so sorry that i turned these into practically fic sized haha i got so carried away with the ideas! also sorry if some of the yn’s are more oblivious than others LOL none of the following gifs are mine - all credits to the creators!

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In full honesty, Ushijima probably already thinks you two are dating. He stood in front of you one time, clearing his throat before just saying, “I like you,” in such a mundane and casual way, you hadn’t thought of it as anything out of the ordinary.

You thought the two of you were just friends, and that Ushijima was just saying he liked having you as a friend. So you beamed up at him and nodded, saying,  “I like you too, Ushijima!” 

And you were happy with being friends with him! Who wouldn't be? Ushijima Wakatoshi was one of the greatest volleyball players in Japan, but even more than that, he was actually really fun to get to know. He was always so gentle with you, compared to how you saw him with his teammates. On the Shiratorizawa volleyball team, Ushijima was the stoic captain with strength beyond anyone’s imagination. But with you, Ushijima was just a giant with calloused hands that sometimes held yours.

It probably would’ve been months after Ushijima’s confession before you two realized the differences in what you two thought your relationship was, but thankfully Tendō embarrassed you both a few weeks after.

“Shiratorizawa’s captain has found a loverrrr, a lover like no otherrrr,” he sang happily around you two, sending you a playful wink as the three of you walk across campus as you headed to one of their games.

“Tendō you’re so embarrassing!” You laughed, shaking your head. Your face felt so hot the more he talked about it. How could he possibly say such things so casually?

“Oh come on, Y/N!” Tendō grinned. “It’s not every day that my best friend finds a girlfriend! I’m just glad you manned up enough to confess!” The red head nudged his friend, continuing on humming his melody.

You stared at him for a moment, looking between the two afterwards and wondering why Ushijima wasn’t telling him otherwise. “Girlfriend?” You repeated.

The boys looked at you in as much confusion as you were looking at them, a tension rising in the air. “Sorry, have you guys not labelled things? I just thought that when a guy confesses and a girl agrees, it’s natural to assume they’re dating.”

You were going to throw up. What was happening? Why wasn’t Ushijima saying anything? Why was he just staring at you with that almost blank no-thoughts look on his face?

“D-Dating?” You repeated again, choking a bit on your words. Of course you wanted to date Ushijima, but there was no way you were admitting yoru feelings like this. You had been crushing on this guy for months now and there was no way that you would embarrass yourself, or rather have Tendō embarrass you, about your feelings now.

Tendō just continue whipping his vision from you to Ushijima, obviously very concerned that he had gotten something wrong. 

“Is there something wrong?” Ushijima finally asked, a slight crease in his eyebrows. “Was it wrong of me to have told Tendō? I didn’t think there was any reason to keep it a secret.”

Had you magically woken up in a different universe where you were actually dating Ushijima? Had you hit your head too hard and this was the dream your subconscious wanted you in? All your conspiracy theories started to build up in your head as you stared up at this boy you were practically in love with already. What was he talking about?

“I thought you said you confessed,” Tendō murmured not-so-softly to his best friend.

“I did,” Ushijima responded back flatly, but there was a slight panic in his eyes. He looked at you, stepping forward and taking your hand gently like he had before so many times. “Was it not a good confession?”

You tried to think back to all the encounters you had had with Ushijima recently. None of them had seemed out of the ordinary... and he had never mentioned liking you like that... or had he?

“I... I didn’t know you were confessing,” you admitted nervously, your heart starting to pound against your chest. 

Ushijima’s eyes faltered a bit, glancing at the floor before looking up at you, “I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”

He started to walk away but you grabbed his hand and tried to pull him back, “Ushijima wait! I... I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just... never realized you would feel like that about me.”

Tendō let out a sort of cackle from behind you two, shaking his head, “Come on, Y/N, how many times does a guy have to reach for your hand for you to realize he likes you? Doesn’t Ushi here walk you home every night too? Text you good morning? Send you good night texts? Doesn’t he stay on video chat with you while you’re doing your homework?”

Ushijima’s cheeks were going a rosy sort of colour as Tendō listed all the things that he had done. He always worried that he was being too forward with you so he never gripped your hand too hard so you could pull away if you wanted. He always told you you could go home when he can practice in case you didn’t want to walk with him, never insisted you text him back, never made you stay on a call for longer than you wanted to... all this time he thought he was being too much... had he not been doing enough?

You stared up at the ace volleyball player in surprise, unsure of how to take all this information. Sure, Tendō made a lot of good points... what other guy would do all that for you? Aren’t they all typically boyfriend things to do?

“I’m sorry, Ushijima!” You exclaimed as you let the realization sink in. “I do like you too, I just... I thought you meant you liked me as a friend,” you explained to him, squeezing his hand slightly.

Ushijima gave you a small smile and reached his hand up to pat your head, “It’s okay. I like you more than a friend... is that alright?”

You giggled at his still-stoic demeanour, nodding quickly, “Yes! It’s more than alright!”

Ushijima’s smile grew just a little bit and he pulled you closer as the three of you started to walk again.

“Ya know, Ushi, if I had know that you were going to just tell her you liked her, I would’ve written you a speech! You could’ve used one of the confessions that I’ve read in mangas - girls love that shit!” Tendō pointed out with a snicker.

“No, it’s okay,” you laughed, smiling to yourself. “Even though I missed all the signs, I’m just glad I know now.”

“Yeah you’re right. Ushijima was being so obvious with how much he liked you too. It probably wouldn’t have even worked if he gave a big speech. Probably would’ve gone right over your head,” Tendō laughed and you swatted at his arm with a playful glare.

Ushijima didn’t really mind having to confess twice - he hated how nervous he felt waiting for your answers but the relief he felt after, knowing that you liked him too, made it all worth it.

Daichi wasn’t sure what else to do to make how he felt about you more obvious. He thought he had tried everything. He had brought you your favourite sweets and asked you if you wanted to see a movie with you, but you were so busy with club activities and exams, you couldn’t attend. Then he tried to invite you to have lunch with him but you saw Suga and Asahi nearby and assumed they were joining (so of course they did). He even tried to tell you how he was feeling and you mistook his nervousness for being worried about his upcoming game.

“Y/N... I... I’ve been trying to get the courage to tell you all this for a while now-” he had started to admit when you cut him off.

“Don’t worry, Daichi!” You told him with a huge grin. “I know you guys will be great!”

“S-Sorry?” Daichi blinked, unsure of what you were talking about.

“Your game!” You explained. “That’s what you’re talking about isn’t it? Don’t worry! I know that you’ve got a lot on your shoulders being the captain and all but there’s nothing wrong with a guy being nervous!”

Daichi had been so caught off guard with your perfect smile and the way you were trying to comfort him, he just rubbed the back of his head nervously and gave you a smile.

Daichi was starting to think that you were purposefully avoiding his confessions and date ideas. Everytime he tried to grab you and confess, you always seemed to wiggle out of the conversation. You had such a lighthearted way of doing it, he wasn’t sure if you were just oblivious to his feelings or if you really were trying to let him down gently. “What if she just wants to be friends? And she’s trying to keep us as just that?” He suggested as the third years had a brain storming session.

“No way,” Sugawara shook his head.

“How can you be so sure?” Asahi asked curiously and Suga just gave him a smirk.

“Because I heard from Y/N’s best friend that Y/N’s been into Daichi for a while now. She definitely like you, Cap,” Sugawara insisted. “Though, I did also hear that she thought you were dating Michimiya.”

Daichi let out a splutter of excuses, insisting that he only liked you, a blush across his cheeks.

“Oh calm down, Daichi, you don’t have to convince us,” Sugawara laughed as he and Asahi snickered over how quick Daichi was to defend his feelings. “Maybe you’re just going to have to come out and say it. Set up the whole environment, ya know? Bring her on a date, bring her flowers, and then bam! Kiss her goodnight!”

"Can’t you be less bold?” Daichi insisted, blushing at the mere thought of getting to kiss you goodnight. But Suga had a point. Maybe it was time to just rip the bandaid off and see what happens.

And that’s who Daichi ended up on your front doorstep, holding a small bouquet of roses and a cue card with little points of how he felt about you that he didn’t want to forget.

“I’ve been trying to hint to you how I felt for the past few weeks now and honestly, I thought maybe you were trying to avoid me,” he admitted softly, watching your eyes carefully as if trying to see if you were getting uncomfortable. “But I like so much about you, Y/N, and I was really hoping that maybe you’d want to come on a date with me. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy or serious if you don’t want it to! Maybe just... a movie or maybe ice cream. I just... I really like you and I don’t want to go the rest of my life wondering what could’ve happened between us because I didn’t have the courage to come tell you how I felt.”

Needless to say, you were thrilled to receive such a sweet confession. Of course you accepted, and quickly invited him in so you could put the roses in some water.

“How come you didn’t say anything before?” You asked with a smile. “Not that I didn’t like your whole speech, and that adorable cue card, but you didn’t really have to do all that for me, ya know.”

Daichi just laughed and poked you playfully, “What do you think I’ve been trying to do lately? Always pulling you away from your friends? Bringing you your favourite snacks?”

You blinked in thought, thinking about how nervous Daichi seemed recently, “Oh! I... I honestly just thought you were thinking about volleyball.”

“Who could think about volleyball when you’re around?” He winked at you, giving your hand a squeeze and making a promise to you that he’d take you for ice cream the next time you were both available. After you promised to stop cutting him off mid-sentences that is.

Tsukishima wasn’t really sure what to do with these feelings he had suddenly caught from you. He always found you rather interesting and would listen intently to your answers in class, or your conversations with Yamaguchi as the two of you laughed over some anime the both of you watched. You were... interesting. And these feelings were surely just curiousity.

But the more Tsukishima started to interact with you, the less he could argue that he was merely curious about you. Soon, he was faced with the problem of everything she smiles, I feel like my heart is beating too fast and lately I’ve been pretending like I forgot all my pencils because I like the brush of her fingers against mine when she offers me one. He knew he liked you, even if he wasn’t quite sure how to put it in words.

But it didn’t matter how nice Tsukishima was to you (though, Yamaguchi argued that he was always giving off mixed signals), you never really seemed to pick up on his feelings. He knew you weren’t an idiot, because you were much smarter than him in some classes. Maybe you were just oblivious?

So Tsukishima decided to step up his niceness, standing over your desk one day and waiting for you to look up at him before mumbling, “Don’t bring lunch tomorrow.” Before you could even really ask any questions, the blond boy had disappeared, walking home quickly while Yamaguchi teased him slightly for being so nervous.

“I’m not nervous,” Tsukishima insisted, but his palms inside of his pockets were sweating and he could swear his chest was growing more and more tight.

“I think it’s sweet,” Yamaguchi laughed and Tsukishima shrugged it off, but started to mentally prepare what his evening would look like.

His mom didn’t even question it, as Tsukishima awkwardly asked her if he could make an extra lunch for tomorrow. She had noticed the softness in his eyes when she asked if it was for Yamaguchi, and instead he told her it was for a friend. She watched as he moved around in the kitchen, packing two matching bento boxes, and offering some small snacks or other side dishes to pack as well because her son had never talked about another friend the way that he was talking about you.

The next day, when Tsukishima plopped the container in front of you at lunch time, you honestly found yourself at a loss for words. “W-What’s this, Tsukishima?”

“Lunch,” he stated simply, as if it were obvious. You watched as he reached for cutlery instead of his headphones like he usually did, and then glanced around and found that Yamaguchi wasn’t around like he normally was either.

“Did you pack lunch for me, Tsukishima?” You asked with wide eyes, peeking under the cover.

“It’s not a big deal,” he mumbled, but his cheeks were flushed pink to match the tip of his ears.

You beamed as you found some of your favourite foods packed in the box, digging in excitedly. Much to Tsukishima’s content, you started to fill the silence with conversation, asking him about volleyball and telling him about your own extracurriculars. It was so easy to talk to you, he found, you didn’t make him feel weird for his opinions, and actually listened intently as he told you about his favourite topics or favourite musicians. 

It soon became an every other day event, one of you bringing lunch for the other because you insisted that you bring him lunch as a thank you for him bringing you yours. After a few weeks of this, Tsukishima held out a bento box to you and as you opened it, you found some of the meat arranged to make a little heart.

You stared at it in silence for a moment, wondering if it had magically done that itself or if Tsukishima had actually meant for it to be like that.

“What?” He asked bluntly, shifting in his seat as he watched you stare.

“W-What’s that?” You asked softly, showing him what you were seeing. Your face was warm with nervousness as you tried to read his expressionless face. His eyes glanced at yours and then back at the little heart and gave a careless shrug, “Nothing.”

“Oh.”

“It’s a heart.”

“I can see that, Tsukishima.”

“It doesn’t have to be if you don’t want it to be,” he muttered, his fists clenched up in his lap as he looked away from you. “Whatever, don’t make it into a big deal.”

“What do you me, if I don’t want it to be?”

Tsukishima sighed, glaring over at you, “Are you really that dense? I thought you were smarter than this.”

“H-Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” You whined, unsure of where this animosity had suddenly come from. 

“I like you! How can you not see that? What else would a stupid heart mean? I wouldn’t be having lunch with you all the time if I didn’t, idiot,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes. He wanted to reach for his headphones, he wanted to shove everything back into his bag and run away because this wasn’t going the way he wanted it to and he couldn’t even look at you now because you were defintely going to reject him-

"Oh. Well i like you too, Tsukishima,” you admitted, taking out the chopsticks and happily starting to eat.

“H-How can you be so casual about this?” Tsukishima asked after a moment, his heart still racing as he tried to process what you just said.

“Casual?” You repeated, munching on a bit of veggies. “Hm.. I guess it’s because everything just seems to easy with you. I never thought you actually liked me back and... I guess I’m sort of relieved to hear you say it. Besides, if you count all the lunches we’ve had together, it’s practically like we’re dating already, isn’t it?” You giggled, grinning up at him as you noticed how taken aback he seemed.

“N-No! I’m going to take you on a real date, idiot,” he huffed, starting to eat his own food but not before flicking you in the head. “God, you’re impossible.”

“Well that’s good because it’s impossible to put up with you too,” you teased, sticking out your tongue at him. The two of you ate for a little bit more before you started to laugh, “Dang it, I should’ve taken a picture of it. Tsukishima Kei made me a little lunch heart,” you giggled.

“Oh shut up,” he blushed, rolling his eyes like it was no big deal, but still shovelled some of your favourite parts of the bento from his box to yours. You beamed up at him because Tsukishima finally confessed to you in the cutest, most Tsukishima way, and you couldn’t be happier.

Iwaizumi didn’t realize how fast he could fall for someone before he met you. You had been such a big part of the team, he honestly thought that his excitement to see you was really just excitement to play volleyball. But even when he got to play, when you weren’t around, he always felt disappointed.

Oikawa didn’t even need Iwa to tell him how he felt about you, he had known long before Iwaizumi came to the conclusion that the mom and dad of the team were destined to be together, and he would do anything to make that obvious for you two.

“Why’s Iwa mad now?” Matsukawa asked as he came into practice, noticing Iwaizumi spiking a little harder than usual.

“I”m not mad!” Iwaizumi insisted but the frown on his face was secure.

“Because mommy and daddy had a disagreement and like usual, mommy won,” Oikawa chuckled, holding up his hands in his defense when Iwaizumi’s glare turned to him.

“Why does everyone always refer to us like we’re married?” You huffed as you cleaned up some of the balls rolling around.

“Because we all know you two would be the main couple in an anime,” Oikawa stated with a grin, Iwaizumi throwing a volleyball at him in retaliation.

Maybe that should’ve been your first clue, or maybe the way that Iwaizumi turned so red so quickly should’ve been. But you shrugged it all off to Oikawa being an idiot (because when was he not annoying the shit out of his best friend?)

The mom and dad jokes never really went away, everyone always playfully calling you Mom until it wasn’t really said in such a teasing tone anymore, and you didn’t answer to it with a glare as often. Now when the team called you Mom, you responded with as much attention as you would have if they called you by your name. There was even one time when Kyōtani gave a quick, “Thanks mom” under his breath as he snatched his water bottle from your hands.

Calling Iwaizumi Dad still remained as hilarious as ever because Iwaizumi would just roll his eyes and throw whatever was nearest to him at the teammate who had addressed him as such. It was an annoying nickname... unless he was addressed as Dad and you were around to play Mom. Because he didn’t mind the idea of being a father with you around... a father of these idiotic teammates was a god awful nightmare, but... he couldn’t help but blush anytime someone called you his wife jokingly or teased him about making Mom mad.

Iwaizumi knew that the moment he came to the realization of how he felt about you, he had to tell you. He didn’t want this feeling in his chest to just sit there forever - he needed you to know how he felt and either feel the same way so he could make you happy every day for the rest of your life, or have you reject him so he could forget about ever feeling like this.

“So...” He cleared his throat one day, standing next to you as you started to put the equipment away. “I... I love you, Y/N.”

“I should fucking hope so,” you huffed, trying to push one of the net poles away. Iwaizumi’s eyes grew wide as he heard you accept his confession so casually.

“W-What?”

“We’ve got like 7 kids, Iwa, you can’t leave me a single mother of all of them. Oikawa would drive me insane and I’d have to leave him on the side of the road or something,” you sighed, standing up and brushing off the dirt and dust on your hands. “All done!”

Iwaizumi just stared at you, amazed that you could be so fucking oblivious, or at least deflect a confession so easily. Had you really been confessed to so often that you weren’t even fazed by the words anymore?

“Mommmm! Daddd! Are you guys almost done? You aren’t doing weird things in that storage closet are you?” Oikawa teased, poking his head in. “We were all thinking about grabbing something to eat if you guys were interested?”

You thought about it for a moment and glanced over at Iwaizumi who still seemed faze for whatever reason, “Sure! If Iwaizumi is coming,” you shrugged.

“Well hurry up then because we’re leaving now. You two will have to catch up if you keep dragging your feet!” Oikawa smiled his perfectly pretty boy smile, grabbing the rest of the team and pulling them all out with the promise of food.

You walked out of the storage closet, grabbing your bag from the floor, “Come on, Iwaizumi, I’m starving-” you started before turning to find him standing right behind him, making you jump a little. “Sheesh you okay? You look so dejected, what’s up with you?” You raised an eyebrow at him as you leaned against the wall behind you, Iwaizumi slowly closing the gap between you two.

He frowned, looking down at you as if measuring something in your face.

“Iwa?”

“Is my confession really that easy to reject for you?” He demanded harshly, leaning his hand on the wall behind you so he was practically towering over you.

Your mouth suddenly felt very dry, your chest tightening as you realized just how close he was to you, “C-Confession?”

“I just told you I love you... and you’re not even phased by it.”

Your eyes widened as you thought back to his voice saying those words to you... you hadn’t even considered the fact that he had actually meant it, “I... I don’t understand I thought... I thought you didn’t... that we weren’t...” you mumbled nervously, gulping slowly as he brought his other hand to your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated it again slowly, his forehead pressed slightly against yours. “If you’re going to reject me, at least look me in the eyes and do it.”

“I-” you felt your voice waver a little, looking up at his determined eyes. “I don’t... I don’t want to reject you, Iwaizumi. I love you too... I just... I didn’t think we were ever going to be more than friends.”

“I can prove to you otherwise if you’d like,” he teased with a smile and you could’ve sworn his thumb ran over your lips but it was so light it felt like a ghost’s touch. 

Needless to say, you two were very late for dinner and Oikawa chewed you two out because of it. 

You remembered the first time that Aone brought you flowers like it was yesterday, mostly because it had caught you so off guard. You had been sitting in the library, going over your notes for your upcoming math test, when suddenly a large shadow was over you.

You had practically jumped, seeing Aone there, because for some reason this large man was also really quiet and always seemed to surprise you.

“Hey Aone!” You beamed, moving your stuff over slightly. “Did you come to study with me?” 

He shook his head and glanced back at some of his teammates who seemed to be waiting for him near the door. 

“Oh do you have practice?” You asked, glancing at the time. He nodded and just stood there for a moment more as you wondered if there was a reason for him stopping by. “Are you okay, Aone?” You finally asked, blinking up at him.

Aone nodded slowly and moved his hand to you, showing a few small wildflowers that he was holding. He was very gentle with them, even though his hands were practically two times bigger than they were. But he set them down on your books and before you could even process what just happened, Aone had disappeared along with the rest of his teammates.

It was such a sweet gesture, and even if you weren’t really sure why he did it, you enjoyed looking at them. 

It became a sort of calling card for Aone, flowers taped to your locker, or just lying on your desk. You knew they were from him because he always seemed to linger and watch you find them, watch as you’d smile and look for him. And sometimes, you could swear he was smiling too before he’d go off and disappear again.

Other days, Aone would bring them to you. Sometimes it was during lunch, and he’d find you while you were sitting with your friends, and place them on your lap.

“They’re so pretty today, Aone!” You’d beam, touching the delicate petals with your fingers. “Thank you!”

He just nodded and patted your head gently before walking off like it was nothing.

Your friends always questioned you about the big Date Tech blocker, teasing you about his supposed affections for you. “Don’t be silly, I think he just likes flowers. Maybe he heard I kinda like them too.”

But honestly, Aone probably thought you had gotten the picture by now. Futakuchi insisted to him over and over again that he had to give you some sort of other message because flowers weren’t enough but Aone was never sure what kind of message would be. He wasn’t very good at putting words together and it’s not like he was known for his calligraphy either. How was he supposed to let you know if not with actions?

But after weeks passed and you always seemed to smile just the same at his gifts, Aone started to wonder if Futakuchi was right. Did you really not know? What could you possibly think the flowers were for if not a silent confession? He sighed as he tried to go to a flower shop, awkwardly asking the lady who worked there what kinds of flowers would be good for a confession. She showed him some smaller bouquets that wouldn’t attract too much attention, but would still show an affection, and once Aone had those, he decided it was time to actually try to say something.

He spent the whole night before, writing over and over again script on a small page, trying to make his calligraphy seem perfect. But no matter how much he tried, it always seemed too messy, too large, not delicate enough. He sighed as he looked at the heaps of crumped paper around him, frowning tightly as he tried just one more time. Maybe it didn’t have to be perfect, even though you deserved perfect. 

When you got to school the next day, Aone was standing there at the entrance that you usually came in from, with this adorable bouquet in his arms. Girls everywhere were whispering, eyes watching from all directions as if trying to pick out who he was confessing to.

“Aone?” You called him as he started to walk towards you. He pushed the flowers in front of you, eyes watching your carefully as you took the flowers in your hands. “What’re these for?”

He nodded towards a small piece of paper that was tied to the stems and you couldn’t help but smile at the small confession of “I like you” written on it.

“More than a friend,” Aone added quickly, as if worried you wouldn’t get it. “If that’s okay.”

“O-Oh... I always thought you just... I thought the flowers were just...” you stammered out nervously, thinking back to all the lovely small flowers he would give you. “That’s more than okay, Aone,” you finally managed to get out, grinning as you looked at the beautiful flowers in your arms. “They’re beautiful... but I liked the wildflowers you got me before more, you know. Don’t go spending so much money on bouquets.”

He nodded quickly and firmly, as if reminding himself of this for next time. You smiled up at him and he gave you a small smile gave, patting your head gently and lovingly. At least with these flowers, you finally got the hint.

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to win and to lose

kenma, tsukki, hinata, kageyama; 3,200 words; fluff, lapslock, no "y/n", kissing, slightly!suggestive content, but mostly just tooth-rotting fluff, domestic bliss, post!timeskip characters, pro-streamer!kenma, olympics athlete!hinata, pouty!tsukki, and needy!kageyama

summary: you win some, you lose some, right?

a/n: truly just a few drabbles that came to my mind when i was sitting in a bath the other day; so pls enjoy some hq-flavored domesticity

kenma

“— alright chat, that’s it for today — i’ve got uh —” kenma glances over at the top of his collection of monitors at where you’re standing, holding two beers, a sly grin twisting the corner of your mouth. even in the strange blue light of his monitors, you can see his cheeks darken.

“— some stuff to do. see ya!” he ends the stream just as you round the massive table to set a beer down in front of him. he chuckles and reaches out to pull you into his lap, hooking his chin over your shoulder with a sigh.

“hey there, mr. ceo.” you smirk, twisting round to run your fingers through his hair, tugging out the loosening hair tie and cocking your head. kenma huffs, crinkling his nose, shaking his head as you continue to comb through his hair with your fingers.

“i hate it when you call me that.”

“mm, then… what would you prefer? mr… streamer boy? mr. stock trader? oh — i’ve got it! mr. simp-man.”

kenma scoffs, jerking forward so that you’re trapped against the hard edge of his gaming desk, his arms locking you to him. he’s grown since high school, but even so, his lithe build betrays the strength still hidden within his limbs from the endless hours of training, of playing.

“there’s no winning against you, is there?” he asks, his voice muffled by your skin, and you bite back a groan at the way he’s trailing his lips along the hard ridge of your collarbones. he peers up at you, a sharp, feline glint to his eyes, a hand reaching out to set your half-drunk beer on his table before hoisting you up with one arm. you squeak, the gesture taking you by surprise even as he carries you to the futon set up in strategically in the corner of the game room, put there for the nights when you’d lie there and watch him stream, when you’d close your eyes and let the rgb lights flicker across the backs of your eyelids like the northern lights, like so many midnight rainbows.

“well… seeing as you’re winning in so many other aspects in life,” you say, your voice nothing more than a sigh as he lays you down, fingers already tugging at the thin straps of your dress, “a little losing here and there might do you good, hm?”

“mm…” kenma hums, contemplative, even as he leans back and runs an appraising eye down the length of your body, “i mean… i did let kuroo talk me into joining the volleyball club back in highschool so… i guess you can say… in my own way… i’m sort of a sucker for punishment.”

tsukki.

“ah… that looked like a brutal practice,” you say, peering around the bathroom door. the sound of water splattering down skin echoes wetly through the enclosed space.

“aren’t they all?” tsukishima drawls, setting down the large wooden bath ladle to squint at you through the hazy mist. his glasses lie fogged and forgotten, set to the side.

you smile, slipping into the room with a fresh towel.

“i’ve got miso soup being warmed on the stove and an icepack in the freezer. take your time though — o-oh!”

a pair of arms reaches out to pull you down, and you barely catch yourself on the edge of the large wooden bath.

“t-tsukki! what —”

“it was a brutal practice.”

you barely hear the smirk in his voice as he sighs and props his chin on your thigh, the water from the bath staining you thin dress in seconds. you fight the urge the roll your eyes, reaching down to run your fingers through his damp hair, absently massaging at his scalp.

its rare to see him like this — rarer, even, to see him so openly vulnerable, even if there’s still the barest hint of a tease lurking beneath the tired rhythm of his voice, his breathing. like this, his long lashes are daggered into points by the steam, his normally pale skin made even more so by the bright bathroom lights.

through the water, you can see the new bruises blossoming along his thin legs, the old ones barely fading. thoughtlessly, you lean in and dip your hand in the water to trace a finger along one particularly large one at his right knee.

“what happened?” you ask, though you basically already know the answer — practice for a v2 league team happened. still, tsukishima glances down at the bruise with an oddly disembodied gaze and shrugs.

“dunno. dove to save a ball a few times.”

you laugh, tilting your head to one side as he leans back to press his cheek to your now damp thigh.

“wow, in practice? other team must’ve really pissed you off.”

at this, tsukishima crinkles his nose and scoffs. you hike an expectant eyebrow and wait.

“the jackals were over for a practice match.” his voice is clipped, but you feel your own laughter bubbling up in seconds. of course.

you bite back a giggle, “and… did you guys win?”

he glares up at you, eyes narrowed, “they’re a division one team. what do you think?”

“hm… but i thought hinata’s been off with a rolled ankle so…”

again, he scoffs, “that team’s plenty of other players who are just as annoying.”

you clamp down on your bottom lip, “wow. high praise.”

he whacks at the surface of the bath, splattering your dress even as you break into a bright peal of laughter. you reach down to flick him with a bit of water as well but he catches you wrist in his, fingers wrapping around your arm, the warm bath water slicking down your skin in thin rivulets, dripping off your elbow. you gasp, heart suddenly thrumming behind your eardrums.

the lopsided, slightly sadistic smile that slits his lips is stomach-twistingly familiar.

“tsukki… there’s miso soup —”

“mm. think i want something else for dinner instead.”

the low murmur of words is the only warning you get before you’re pulled bodily into the warm bath, the water soaking your dress, making the material cling to your skin in seconds. you squeak against his lips, rough and insistent and just a little pleading. you know it’s futile to struggle, so you let him kiss you, his teeth digging into your bottom lip as you groan, your fingers finally finding purchase along the slick skin of his shoulder.

“you — you’ve ruined my — my favorite dress…”

“hn.”

tsukishima doesn’t look at all bothered by your admonishment, shrugging, “it’ll dry.”

water sloshes over the side of the bathtub, now dangerously full with the both of you soaking in it’s steaming depths.

“was it really that bad?” you ask, affecting your voice into a soft coo, trailing wet fingers over the soft of his cheeks.

“if i say yes,” he asks, peering down at you as a lepidopterist might study a new specimen of rare, and newly captured butterfly, “would you try to make me feel better?”

you lick your lips, feeling your mouth go dry, despite being literally submerged in water.

“depends,” you say, “on if you’ll let me go turn off the stove first — wouldn’t want the miso soup to burn.”

tsukishima rolls his eyes, fingers tightening around your wrists, pulling you closer. there’s a dangerous light flickering behind his eyes; a dull ache pulses at the base of your stomach, singeing up your spine as you tip forward for another long kiss.

“thought i said already… i don’t think i really want miso soup for dinner anymore.”

hinata.

there’s a certain magic in watching him play — the way he treats every win like his first, or his last. the way the world seems brighter right around his edges, as if his own shimmer and shine might infect the universe if it would only let him.

he is incandescent with joy after the olympic qualifier games — scoring a ticket is no mean feat, and it’s not every day that you see bokuto cry.

“congrats, shouyou!” you’re one of the first to greet him after the press stint (and a shower), but you can still see the brilliant, glazed look to his eyes that tells you he’s still riding his high. his smile is wide enough to split the sky as he spots you, jogging over to hoist you up into his arms, spinning you round with almost comical ease.

“haha — thanks!”

he leans up for a kiss, one that’s sweet as it is heady. when you pull apart, you are still weightless, and his smile shines like a smile on pause — it makes you want to unpause it, and watch it unfurl.

you trace the pads of your thumbs along the tiny freckles dotting his cheekbones — souvenirs from his time in brazil.

“so! are you gonna come watch us?” he asks, making to walk down the decidedly not deserted hallway with you still in his arms. you blush at the thought, giving his shoulders a slight squeeze.

“shouyou… you can put me down now — and of course i’ll come! it’s not everyday that your boyfriend makes it to the olympics.”

several people chuckle as they watch him parade passed, you still firmly held aloft, your elbows propped on his shoulders to give you some semblance of balance. your cheeks burn as hinata hums, waving at a fellow teammate, reaching out for a fist bump.

“shou…” you fight the urge to bury your face in his shoulder as he finally rounds a corner into a much more private hallway. he grins, completely unabashed, as he pushes through an unmarked door to a what seems to be an empty locker room. it’s sparse, but well-lit and quiet.

“hm?”

he sets you down on one of the benches and drops a quick kiss onto your shoulder.

“i could’ve walked…”

“didn’t feel like putting you down,” he says, his voice dropping in register and taking on that darker, baser veneer — you hear the frayed edges, the sandstone texture, a tell-tale sign of a deep-seated hunger. a very specific brand of shouyou-flavored want.

“n-ngh —” you make a soft noise as he dips down to nuzzle into the dip of your collarbone, a tiny groan festering up the back of his throat as he sighs.

“been thinking about this…” his fingers dance up your sides, light enough to tease, but solid enough to remind you of just how close you both are to a ruthless press and the oogling public.

“sh-shou let’s wait —”

hinata whines, shaking his head, his hair tickling at the skin of your neck, “don’t wanna.”

and you sigh, weighing the option of pushing back or giving in. each has dangers and merits, but you know better than most that when hinata gets like this, indulgence is usually the only answer that will satisfy.

“plus… i just won a ticket to the olympics! don’t you think that deserves some kind of —” he casts around for a good enough word, pulling back with a smile that, in the right kind of slanted, locker room light, might just look like a smirk, “reward?”

you cock your head and blink up at him, letting your fingers tangle in the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck, “what? the olympics ticket wasn’t enough of a reward for you?”

at this, hinata pouts, pushing his bottom lip out far enough for you to lean forward and bite it. the movement makes him groan, his whole body tipping forward to cage you back against the row of cool, metal lockers.

“you shouldn’t do that if you don’t think you can finish the job,” he says, pulling back just far enough for the heat of his breath to fan across your spit-slick lips. you lave your tongue across them, shifting beneath him as he cocks his head to stare down at you, his eyes wide and dark and misty.

“and… what job might that be?” you ask, breathless even as he dips down again to catch your lips in his, reaching down to tug you bodily up the length of the lockers before pinning you in place. once upon a time, it was easy to forget how strong he is — but now, it’s even easier to spot the stretch and flex of muscle beneath his sun-kissed skin, feel the strength of them as he holds you still with a single hand, the other tugging down the neckline of your top.

“mm… the job —” he skims his teeth across your skin; you gasp, eliciting a small, satisfied chuckle from him, “of being an olympic athlete’s girlfriend, of course!”

kageyama.

it is never the losing, and always the aftermath, and by now, you know the shades and slivers of all his specific kinds of silences so intimately that you know without him having to say how the practice match had gone.

“hey.”

you greet him by the door with a soft, placatory kiss. he grunts, toeing off his shoes before dipping down to wrap both his arms around you and pull you close. you let out a breathy laugh as you feel his nose digging into the curve of your shoulder.

“want some dinner?” you ask, reaching up to stroke his sweat-soaked hair even though you already know the answer.

“later,” he says, making no sign of wanting to let you go. instead, when you try to pull away, he leans down and scoops you up to place you on top of the kitchen island, slotting himself between your knees, and re-burying his face in your shoulder.

“then…” you let your voice trail off, feeling the exhaustion pour off him in waves. you dig your fingers into the tense line of his shoulders and feel them tighten up before they fall slack again. for a few minutes, he contents himself with letting you massage the worst of the knots from his shoulders.

“hn.” he lifts his head only to lean forward and find your lips with his. the kiss is slow and just a bit tired — as sweet as it is thorough. in the beginning, you’d worried that dating someone like kageyama would end up being the kind of short-lived thing that all the tabloids and magazines had warned you about — that he might grow bored after a week, a month, maybe half a year. after all, someone like him, with that insatiable need for more wouldn’t be suited for the kind of so-called ‘domestic bliss’ as it’s prescribed of most long-term relationships. but he’d surprised you, in more ways than one. he’d not only not grown bored, but had seemingly become ever more… entranced.

the pair of you had grown into each other, each day steadily getting closer. until the space the two of you shared became so inextricably linked there’s no telling who’s breath was caught in each of your lungs, of who’s scent it was that lingered in the fine linen lining of all your pillows and sheets. it’s become your’s. in the most cliche way possible.

kageyama contents himself with kissing you, breaking for small breath, and then kissing you some more. one kiss falling into another, and another, and another. till you’re breathless in just way he likes, till he’s breathless, in the way that he gets sometimes during a particularly intense rally. he knows he’s sweat-sticky and probably stinks of the gym, but the way you smile up at him when he pulls away makes his whole body go soft.

“let’s take a shower before dinner,” you say, tracing a finger along the shell of his ear. he bites back a frown.

“not a bath?”

you laugh, shrugging, “we could — but the food’ll go cold.”

“we’ve got a microwave.”

you smile, a smile that inspires — no, demands — another kiss. and so he does. you make a tiny, exasperated noise but don’t make to pull away. kageyama reaches down to pick you up, settling your thighs on either side of his hips as he maneuvers the pair of you towards the bathroom.

“food’ll be there when we’re done,” he mutters, gently placing you down on the side of the bathtub and reaching over to turn on the hot water. the steam rises in thick sheets from the surface of the water, and already, kageyama can feel his limbs loosening at the thought of a nice, long soak. he catches you watching as he strips off his practice clothes.

“see something interesting?” his voice is so measured you’d never know he’s teasing, save for the tiniest hint of mischief in his eyes. you blush and look away, tugging off your own clothes in an attempt to distract yourself. the water sloshes around his ankles as he steps into the bath, and you join him a second later, curling up against his chest as he winds his arms around you, the pair of you settling against each other like nesting spoons, cut perfectly for each other’s every bend and curve. or perhaps like russian dolls, one encasing the other — wholly and completely.

“when’s practice tomorrow?” you ask, turning to watch him lean back, his eyes falling shut to the soft trickle of water over skin. you know the answer, and so does he. but he shifts and answers you anyway.

“not till noon.”

“good,” you say, turning back to rest your head on his shoulder, “we can have a proper breakfast.”

“we always have a proper breakfast.”

you laugh, absently walking your fingers up the length of his bent leg, drawing tiny circles on his exposed knee, poking out of the water like a pale island amidst the green-tinted water.

“i can grill mackerel tomorrow — i’ll have the time.”

outside, the moon is white and full with love, the sky bloated with countless shimmering stars. inside the gentle quiet of your home, kageyama leans forward to trail a kiss to the bend of your bare shoulder; you reach back to cup his cheek. when he turns your face for yet another kiss, it is sleepy and happy, long and lazy. full, weighted, soaked through with the kind of surrender only known to those who love and are in love.

“the food’ll really be cold —” you gasp, twisting away from kageyama’s growingly insistent lips, “if we keep going like this.”

he makes a slightly irked noise before caging you back against him with a deep frown, “you said so yourself — we’ve got time tomorrow. so —” he leans in to bump his nose against yours, waiting for permission. you chew on your lips for a second longer before conceding. and he’s right — isn’t that what microwaves are for?

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8DCV8oD/

HIII!!💕 I was js wondering if you can do hcs of this challenge with tuski, kageyama and bokuto

If not that’s okay dm me if you need to

thanks!🩷

🏐 genre: fluff !!

💭 summary: how the haikyuu boys would do the lipstick trend challenge with you ~ !

💗 special mentions: @moonswolfie @xoxo-cha

🍥 author's note: omg OFCCCCCCC man this reminded me of that one ig reel i saw, I'LL MAKE FICS ON IT ONE DAY, EVENTUALLY ,,,

the lipstick trend challenge with him.

🌙 tsukishima . . .

🍰 this would originally start of as a sort of "punishment" for him because of how often he'd tease you about you joining hype trains on these tiktok challenges, but he'd never actually think you'd wanna do one with him in it (as a punishment for all his teasing). 🍰 he does have a favorite shade of your lipstick, the one that doesn't smudge the most and actually has an appealing color to it that makes him wanna stare at your lips and just lean in and steal a kiss from you... and little does he know he'll be treated to it all day and night long, all the way until you're satisfied with the take. 🍰 for the final video, there's a shot of you applying lipstick and messing up by your lower lip, and a shot of his long, pale finger trying to wipe the smudge off, and you include what he says when the song you used for the audio cuts off.

"you're such a klutz... giving me a makeover with your lipstick? the least you could do was not mess it up on yourself this time, after all those takes, all those... those kisses... you know, you can wipe your lips off on my face again, though, y'dork."

🫐 kageyama . . .

🫐 he was a bit too dense to realize what you were going to inflict upon him when you sat him down and readied your tube of lipstick, he was wondering why you had him seated down across you as you put your lipstick on, though it did make him feel pretty warm watching you apply it in front of him. 🫐 when you peppered the first kiss on his face, he was already incredibly red, flushed all the way down to his neck. he wasn't used to you being so bold, repeatedly kissing his face all over, despite him mumbling for you to quit it... he doesn't actually want you to stop. 🫐 in the end, kageyama missed his cue to wipe the smudge of lipstick off your lips, which made you giggle, making him blush even harder and lean against you, his fingers gently brushing over your lovely, plush lips.

"could i... have more of those kisses...? you gave me a taste already, and... and i want more. so, so much more, 'cause it's all from you."

🏐 bokuto . . .

🦉 he had absolutely no idea why you were about to send a barrage of kisses his way, but he accepted it with open arms and a bright, childish smile. he giggled and purred a bit every time you kissed him, and when you'd lean over to kiss his cheeks, he'd take the opportunity to wrap his big, beefy arms around your waist and keep you in place, begging you over and over to keep kissing him. 🦉 he'd pout every time you'd pull away to do the first shot of the video where you're going to apply the lipstick on you, and every time, he'd whine for your attention, call your name, poke you, shake you a little to get you to look at him, or straight up grab your cheeks gently and move your head to look at him, kissing you himself. 🦉 the video you two took was a little chaotic, because when you applied the lipstick and purposely smudged it on your lips, bokuto already rushed over to kiss your lips to get it off.

"hmm... still there, huh? don't mind if i do, then! gonna kiss you till you can't even remember my name! well... i want you to remember me still, because only i get all your kisses, babe, okay? agh, i can't! you're too pretty for me, now c'mere and kiss me, pleaseeeeee!"

how to crash a date

summary: friends are the best thing in our lifes, with a big talent for crashing dates.

with: Tsukishima Kei, Akaashi Keiji, Iwaizumi Hajime and Kenma Kozume (and their respective "besties").

⊛ tsukishima kei: be oblivious!

Kei has been planning this date for a week already. Take you to the carnival, walk with you hand in hand, buy you some sweets, win you a teddy bear and maybe get some kisses on the way, the perfect plan. Even if he doesn't enjoy going outdoor, he's feeling excited for tonight, knowing he’ll have plenty of time to spend with you alone.

At first, things were going so well that he actually pondered going more to those carnivals.Though his main motivation wasn’t the colorful scenario, or the funny attractions over the booths; his eyes could only focus on your bright smile, luminescing the place better than those lanterns hanging above your heads.

Everything was great. Until two morons noticed your existence.

“TSUKI!” His body automatically stiffens after recognizing the voice of his two teammates, Tanaka and Nishinoya. Grimacing, he slowly turns sideways, hoping that he’s just hallucinating and the two annoying boys waving at him aren't actually real. Of all places in Japan, they had to be at the same place as him? Really?

It didn’t take long for them to approach and introduce themselves to you. “It’s nice to meet you,  ______. Tsukishima didn’t tell us he had a girlfriend. Not that we thought he could date someone.” Tanaka humored, making Noya chuckle along and Tsukishima’s face reddened with pure loathe. Before he could protest, Noya excitedly pulled you towards a game booth, breaking Kei’s hold on your hand, which made him even more annoyed. First they interrupt his date, and now they steal his girl? Tanaka rested his hand on the blonde’s tense shoulder.  “Thanks for the invite, man. We’ll have a great time together!”.

It was the worst two hours of his life.

He had to watch and control his boiling temper as his teammates spent the entire time playing and chatting with you. At least, you seemed to be having some fun with them by your expression and non-stop smile, and that only made Tsukki even more grumpy. It was his time to make you smile, not theirs.

By the time they left, it was too late for him to have a quality time with you there, so he ended up taking you home. He was already planning to punch the boys the next morning for ruining his date, but to his surprise, the night wasn’t a complete failure.

“Thank you for tonight Kei. I know it wasn’t what we planned, but I had a lot of fun.” You said genuinely, embracing him and giving his cheek a gentle peck. And for the rest of the night, Tsukishima smiled like a fool in love.

⊛ akaashi keiji: be clingy!

Akaashi and Bokuto are lifelong friends. They go to school together, have the same classes, eat at the same time, play on the same team and even return home on the same path. Literally five of the seven days of the week, Akaashi has Bokuto’s company. But as every human being, he needs an amount of time for himself and others. Especially time for you, his girlfriend of almost a month. On your days, he plans to spend time with you only, dismissing his other obligations; however, it is easier said than done when it comes to dismissing Bokuto.

Bokuto doesn’t quite understand that his friend needs space sometimes, so he gets sad when he receives a ‘no’ as an answer to his invites. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind if you’re going to be with them, he adores you. He just doesn't get why he can’t tag along with you guys.

He doesn't like to feel left out, so he decides to follow the two of you on a coffee shop date one day, to express his feelings. Yes, he was not invited, but what’s the harm, right? He’ll just sit at a table closer to yours, and wait for the right moment to make himself noticed.

Meanwhile, you and your boyfriend are chatting about your weeks, his right hand intertwined with yours on the table. Keiji’s so focused on you, that you’re the one who noticed the white-haired boy trying to hide his face behind the menu two tables from yours. 

“Kei, isn’t that guy Bokuto?” He goes mute as soon as you pronounce his best friend’s name, turning his head dreadfully in the direction your eyes indicated. Finding the noisy owl, he sighs in frustration, raising from his seat and walking toward his friend. “Bokuto-kun, what are you doing here?” He hisses to not make a scene, but his friend, emotional as he is, reacts oppositely and raises from his chair with his arms crossed and pouting like a three-year-old toddler. 

“I wanted to spend time with my friends…” He confesses gloomy, making even you feel a bit conscious at the same time amused by the scene, as Akaashi rolls his eyes. Before the brunette could reject his friend again, you decide to invite the ace to join you, receiving a confused look from Keiji in return. You simply couldn’t resist his sad puppy face. Without thinking twice, Bokuto lifts up a chair and puts it between your seats before sitting down with a huge smile on his face — much to Akaashi’s dismay.

It’ll take a while before Akaashi finally gets some time alone with you.

⊛ iwaizumi hajime: be overbearing!

Even though he’s quite popular at school for being an athlete, Hajime isn’t a flirtish guy like the rest of his friends. That doesn’t mean he can’t win a girl, it’s simply the fact that there weren’t many girls he found interesting. And after finding you, he doesn’t see himself with anyone else. But regardless of that, his friends always thought he had difficulties with romance, especially Oikawa: which explains why the brunette got so concerned when Hajime told him he asked you out on a date.

Toru didn’t want things to go wrong on this date, especially since his friend is clearly smitten by you, something that doesn’t happen often with Hajime. So he offered (imposed) his help, giving tips and tricks to turn his friend into the king of romance. The problem is that Oikawa’s a very intense teacher, wanting to give lectures every day and every time, making the brunette go crazy for good. It didn’t take three days before Iwaizumi refused further assistance, assuring his friend that he’s capable of handling a date. 

Did Oikawa listen though?

The night was going so well. Hajime took you to a friendly pub, which helped to dissolve the awkwardness of the first minutes, and made you both feel more intimate as you spoke about multiple topics. You two got along so well through the afternoon, that you already looked like a long-term couple, laughing and enjoying themselves. While Hajime told you one funny story of his childhood, he noticed something unusual through the pub’s round window, in front of him.

It’s Oikawa, waving at him while holding a sign written in bold blue letters: “Say she looks beautiful, and don’t forget to clean your teeth!”

“Can you excuse me for a second, sweetheart?” He was so nervous that didn't notice the pet name coming through his mouth, nor the way you got bashful when he said that. He just wanted to finish Oikawa’s life right there, and as soon as you nod at him, he quickly walks out for that. 

“Yo-hoo!” His captain waves as he exits the pub, smiling like a proud dad. “Iwa-chan, thought you needed a-” He doesn’t finish the last sentence since Iwaizumi hits his arm hard with the cardboard sign, making Oikawa yelp. “WHAT? WHAT DID I DO?”

⊛ kenma kozume: be noisy!

Almost all of nekoma’s volleyball team sees Kenma as someone who needs to be taken care of, even if he’s perfectly capable of doing that. When they find out that their setter started dating from other sources, everyone gets curious to know how things are going with the new couple, even if it had nothing to do with their lives, as Kenma “gently” reminded them once. Some even followed you around school sometimes, just to get to know the girl who stole the mechanic heart of their friend.

They immediately took the hint when Kenma announced one day that he needed to leave practice early for something important: it must be something involving you. Ten minutes after he left,  Kuroo, Yaku, Yamamoto, and Fukunaga initiated a secret mission to follow their teammate to his destination. Throughout the journey, Yaku kept whispering how bad spying on Kenma was, but still continued to follow the path, just as curious as the others. Kuroo didn’t waste the chance to snicker at him. 

The path leads them to a public park not too far from school, and they get just in time to witness the most surprising scene only a few bunches away: Kenma and you sitting on a red towel on the grass, having a cute picnic together. Kenma was chuckling so carefree, while you were throwing small cubs of apple into his mouth,  and no sign of his console beside him. 

The boys quickly hid behind a large bush near the spot, spying on the couple’s moment with a content smile on their faces. “Own, look how happy our Kenma is. He’s so hooked.” Kuroo says, a prideful grin taking on his expression. It’s good to see his best friend having that type of experience. 

“What are you guys doing there?” Out of nowhere, Levi appears near them, his loud voice attracting the couple’s attention and revealing their hiding spot to everyone around. The boys grimace as soon as they’re discovered, all of them feeling Kenma’s fulminant gaze. “Oops… my bad.”

n/a: i promise they had good intention 😂

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heyyya! can you write some wholesome headcannons abt haikyuu boys being dads? feat the grumpiest boys(who lets be honest THEY WOULD HAVE THE BIGGEST SOFT SPOT FOR THEIR KIDS) sakusa, tsukki, kenma and ushijima:) thankss! *smooch*

omg HI DEAR mwah i didnt see this for some reason im so sorry for the delay but ofc <333 i think my notifs are off, but i hope that this is to ur liking, its my first time getting a request 😅

.haikyuu!! boys as dads (with soft spots for their children)

:featuring - sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei, kozume kenma, ushijima wakatoshi

warnings none, just icky fluff :p +one curse word

#%SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Kiyoomi was tired, very tired, especially since he had come back home from late practice, he didn't even have time to kiss you goodnight, he just took a quick shower, got changed out of his clothes and then proceeded to throw his body onto his side of the bed, leaving you startled as you awaken in the middle of the night. So when it struck six thirty in the morning, he had intended to sleep in, seeing as his coach had given him a day off, but was interrupted by the scuttling in the hallways, which he already recognised was his twin daughters, Keiko and Kazuko. As if they were an energy boost, Kiyoomi felt himself awakening, but devised a plan in his head to surprise his girls.

"Shh! You'll wake daddy up!"

"I'm not the one who's stomping like a giant!"

The girls continued to scuffle before realising they had gone off track from their plans, and slowly snuck into your bedroom. You were already downstairs, preparing breakfast for the family, and had told the girls to wake up their dad. Being the filial children they were, they quickly obeyed.

Kiyoomi, still pretending to be sound asleep, began to make the most obnoxious snoring sound effects, that he thought would fool his girls.

"Hey, he's faking it!" Keiko whined, as she noticed her dad beginning to chuckle.

"It's your fault! You walked too loud!" Kazuko interjects, before being pulled onto the bed, alongside her sister, with their dad.

"You both woke me up, children. Where's mommy?" He chuckles as he sits up from his spot, letting his daughters lay on either side of him.

"She says shes making food for us, but we wanna play." Keiko mutters, playing with her dad's large hands, leaving him to chuckle at the sight of the small child before him.

"Now, be thankful she makes you food, because if it were me, we would eat takeout every day" Kiyoomi pulls them in closer, leaning back onto the headrest of the bed.

The girls jumped up from their positions, and ran around the room in excitement with exclaims of "Ooh! I wanna eat takeout!" "Me too! Me too!" echoing in the hallways, causing you to go up the stairs, confronting the commotion, only to see your husband and children running around your bedroom.

"I'm gonna get you!" He laughs, before picking up Kazuko gracefully, and throwing her on the bed like a pillow, with Keiko asking for him to do the same thing.

"Woah! no? You're gonna hurt the girls, Kiyoomi!" You quickly interfere, before anyone could get hurt.

"Sorry, mommy." The three of them stood in a line, with Keiko and Kazuko standing on the edge of your bed, and your husband standing beside them, heads tilted down, in an apologetic matter.

#%TSUKISHIMA KEI

It was a sunday morning, and the Tsukishima household was in complete silence. All that could be sensed by any living creature was the soft snores of the Tsukishima family. You, Kei, and your son Mamoru, were all cuddled up on your bed, with the tv left on. The three of you had a Disney movie marathon the previous night, and Mamoru fell had already fallen asleep through movie number three, Moana, whereas you and Tsukishima were on the boundaries of slumber. Noticing him nodding off every few moments or so, you brought out the extra blanket for him, knowing that Mamoru would hog it during the night, and headed to the guest room to find it.

On your way back to the bedroom, you see your husband stare lovingly at your son, whilst poking his cheeks in his sleep, chuckling every now and then.

"Kei, you'll wake him up." You whisper in a tender tone, placing a blanket over him.

"But doesn't he look so adorable? We made him. Our Mamoru," he smiles in glee before pulling his son in closer to his arms, and placing a kiss onto his forehead, "He looks exactly like you, you know."

"But you're his favourite, he told Aki, who told me." You complain, before crawling to the other side of the bed, next to your five year old.

"Well, great minds think alike don't they?" He jokes, before earning a quick smack on his shoulder, "I'm joking dear, now go to bed alright? I love you both."

You were already asleep, keeping your arm tucked protectively around your son, and he chuckles before giving you a kiss too.

#%KOZUME KENMA

You arrive home to a frantic son, dashing towards you before jumping into your arms.

"Mommy, mommy! Daddy taught me how to play a game!"

"Is that so? What game?" You pick him up in your arms, realising he's gotten bigger.

Your husband drags himself down the staircase lethargically, like he hasn't seen the light of day in weeks, but smiles when he sees the two of you together.

"He taught me how to play call of duty with Uncle Tetsurou! I killed bitches!" The both of you gasp in unison, and you glare at your husband, holding in the urge to throw your bag at him.

"Kozume Kaoru, where did you learn that phrase?"

"From daddy and Uncle Tetsurou!" He comes in closer, before whispering, "But don't tell them I told you, they said to keep it secret."

You burst out into laughter, using it as a substitute for not practically killing your husband with your stares, as he tries to escape the situation.

"Y/N let me explain, Kuroo said it by accident alright? I would never teach our child to say things like that, isn't that right Kaoru?" he walks towards the two of you, pouting, before squeezing his son's cheeks.

"Yes sir!" Kaoru salutes jokingly, before bringing his arms out to his dad, indication that he wanted Kenma to carry him, and not you.

Kenma carries his son, and laughs, before looking at you cheekily and saying, "Let's get away from mommy, the big bad monster, yeah?"

"Yeah!" Goodness, it was so easy to influence a child's mind. So instead of taking a shower and cleaning yourself off, you're chasing your son and husband around the house, pretending to be the bjg bad monster, just as Kaoru had wanted.

#%USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

You came home late from overtime on a shift, to hear the loud sound effects from the surround sound system in your living room. You sighed, as you remember telling your husband to lower down the volume of the TV, especially during the evenings, so as not to disturb the neighbours.

You mutter a quick "I'm home." before slipping off your shoes, and placing your keys away, and eventually search for your two sons and daughter, who are usually the most active around this time.

"Satoshi? Shoichi? Suki? Kids? Where did you go?" You call out to the entire house, expecting at least one of your three children to come waddling your way, only to be expected with the presence of nothing.

Getting worried, you search the rooms in the house, before remembering that the TV was left on, yes, maybe they were watching Anpanman, as it was their favourite show. You sighed in relief at the sight before you.

Light snores emitted from your husband, and little snot bubbles had grown every time your eldest son took a breath in during his sleep. The youngest, Satoshi, was laid on his chest, with Wakatoshi securely placing an arm over his son's back, in the event that he would fall. On his other arm, laid Suki, drooling onto her father's bicep; leaving the eldest of them all to lay between his father's legs, like a dog.

Making your way towards your little family, you shake your (favourite) daughter awake, knowing that she was the least temperamental Ushijima of the family.

"Suki? Baby, wake up and go brush your teeth, get into your actual bed okay? You might hurt your back and daddy's arm." You pulled the small girl into your arms as she reached her hands out towards you.

"Hi mama, papa made us mochi for a treat and then watched Anpanman with us." She yawns, laying her head into the crook of your neck.

"Really? then did you have fun with papa?" She nods vigorously into your neck, and you let out a chuckle, before noticing that your husband has finally awoken.

"Good afternoon, my loves." Wakatoshi eyes the two of you, after realising his little girl had disappeared from his arms.

"It's eight in the evening, 'Toshi. it's time for the boys and Suki to go to bed, can you try waking them up?" Your husband nods sleepily, before gently shaking the two boys awake.

"Hey, mama's home, and it's your bedtime." He whispers sweetly.

Shoichi was the first to awaken between him and his brother, and stretches from where laid, before opening his eyes wide to see his parents and siblings before him.

"Mama! you're here, welcome home," he smiles at you, before earning a kiss on the apple of his cheek. "Dad, I'm too tired to walk upstairs, can you carry me please?"

You chuckle in surprise, not knowing that even your seven year old son, still wanted to be carried in his father's arms to bed.

"Of course, but we need to wake Satoshi okay?" He hums, before sitting up gently, which results into his two year old boy to wake up.

Knowing he would cry soon from the sudden disturbance in his tranquil sleep, your husband carries him instinctively in his arms, and piggybacks Shoichi after standing up. The two of you turn off the lights and TV in the living room, keeping your children in a safe position in your arms, letting Wakatoshi go first, as he had two children in his possession; one wrapping their limbs around his back, and the other one drooling on his shirt. You finally arrive in their room, and put them to bed, each giving them a goodnight kiss, and a bed time story, so Suki could tell her friends the next morning in nursery.

"Goodnight children, papa loves you all so much, you mean everything to me." Wakatoshi says in a hushed tone, and closes the door, letting the trio properly go to sleep, and sighs after the long day he's had.

a/n: hi bbs, i hope this was to ur liking, i kinda thought of these on the spot so i'm not sure if theyre good or not, but i hope all of you are having a good day/night and stay hydrated, i love u <33