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Mistletoe Menace

Featuring: Sugawara Koushi x GN!Reader Content: Pure fluff! It’s holiday-themed domestic bliss with your mildly chaotic (but definitely adorable) husband Sugawara. Word Count: 1100 Notes: Written for the For Better, For Worse Collab hosted by @mrs-kurooo!

Your husband’s wedding ring catches the light as he finishes tying the knot on the last decoration in your home. He pulls his hands away from the red ribbon up in surrender, letting the green leaves sway in front of him as the hanging decoration settles in place. 

He beams at his handiwork - the placement and height are perfect. Sugawara grins when he steps down from the small step ladder to stand beside you. 

“Oh look honey, we’re under mistletoe!” Sugawara croons, pointing emphatically up at the bunch of leaves and berries hanging above you at the perfect height and placement. The movement causes the floorboards to creak.

“You gotta kiss me. It’s tradition!” Sugawara’s already leaning in close to you. The decoration still is settling into place and he’s much too eager, already trying to place his lips on yours. He can’t help it - not when he’s seen mistletoe’s magical quality and power to bring couples new and old together in a festive way. 

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Men whose personalities flip when they have a crush on you

Suna, Atsumu, Oikawa, Suga, Yaku, Daichi, Futakuchi, Tendou, Kita x gn reader

God himself couldn't stop Suna from flirting with you. You'd think he has a secret twin; honey eyes dull and uninterested until you walk in. He's got a sly smirk on his face as he leans in to talk to you, the first conversation he's engaged in for the day. Calloused fingers poke your cheeks and tease their softness. You and you alone can make him seem this alive.

Atsumu could not be more quiet in your presence. His abdomen is starting to cramp up from how he's been sucking it in for the last two hours, not daring to breathe too loudly in front of you. He's clumsy and dazed, making you repeat yourself a handful of times before his ears regain their function to listen instead of just staring at you. A far cry from the perfect player he is on court.

Oikawa is insufferable. Whether it’s to the people around you both, or you directly, he’s flaunting everything he’s got. He has the pointless delusion that his friends will play wingman for him instead of sabotaging. He’s not a tyrant captain but seeing Mattsun purposely distract you as he sets up for a floater makes him think Seijoh can go for a few laps after practice. Nicknames and small affections galore. Sure, he smiles and waves at all his fans but does he hold their hand and give them long hugs even if they’re just excusing themselves to the restroom? Also he leans on you a TON. Has no spine when you’re around, just always draping himself over you and whining for your attention.

Sugawara gets a little mean. He can't help it! He knows he's the poster boy of being a kind senpai, but one glance at your sweet face has his inner desires tumbling out. He's fairly good at controlling himself but you are his one exception. He'll make sharp quips in the sweetest voice possible just to see you get whiplash over it. He knows he should stop, that there's a chance he might drive you away with his behavior, but he's addicted to teasing you in the worst way.

Demon senpai Yaku? Did you mean angel boyfie-to-be Mori 😇😊🥰 Man is the simp of simps and everyone knows it. Nekoma is disgusted with the way his forehead vein disappears and he immediately stops yelling once when you walk in. Yaku spoils you rotten even if there is no label on you two; he's holding your hand to kiss the back of it, walking you to class, buying you dinner all the time, and complimenting you non stop. He's a perfect gentleman. That's not to say he won't tease you (relentlessly at that,) but that comes later. First, he needs you to know that you're the apple of his eye and there isn't anything he wouldn't do for you.

Daichi would forget his head if it weren't attached to his body. You're just so pretty and wonderful, it makes him nervous! The type to drop his food all over himself if he's eating around you. He's knocking things over and tripping over his feet in your presence. Daichi is adorably clumsy but he always gives you a bashful grin, blush staining his cheeks and ears.

Futakuchi teases you so badly, you'll think that you're the one with the crush instead of him. This man won't let you live. You're not even dating but he already has an entire folder of blackmail on you- when you fell asleep in class, you tripping up the stairs, dropping a whole bag of chips on your white pants. He brings up your embarrassing moments so often. I wonder how much attention he must have been paying to you to catch them all 🧐

Tendou is selectively awful to you. The definition of ‘gives you his worst to see if you deserve his best.’ He’s so tired of people abandoning him when they realize who he is as a person. He’s almost expecting to scare you off, so he goes overboard as some assurance that ‘yeah, you’re not the one.’ Color him surprised if you do stick around and dare he say….treat him normally. If you get to that point, he’s gonna be clinging on you like there's no tomorrow. He might even seem like he’s leading you on a bit with all his hot and cold teasing, but trust me, there are definite feelings behind it.

Nobody expected Kita to be offering you his shoulder for a nap, but here we are. He cares about you deeply. Deep enough that when he sees you yawning, he folds his cardigan in his lap as an extra pillow while he gently guides you to his legs for a quick rest. He keeps his warm hand on your shoulder the entire time and gently rubs it, even long after you drift off. His highly valued personal space is now your highly valued personal space. He has the sweetest smile and a warm blush on his face whenever he talks to you. The team can’t even make fun of him because it’s so adorable.

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

Secret Notes and Misunderstandings - Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: Sugawara Kōshi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 3 420 Warnings: Use of y/n, Tanaka and Noya Summary: You receive secret notes from someone. If only they were from your crush Suga A/N: I’m not really happy with the style of this one…

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It had to be every schoolgirl’s dream, receiving cute notes written by a secret admirer, pushed into her locker every morning. And the notes were cute, they really were. Never creepy or offensive, just sweet.

It had started almost a month ago. One morning you had opened your locker, only to find a small note fluttering out. Not recognizing it, you had unfolded the paper that seemed to have been ripped from a Kanji exercise book. In an unfamiliar handwriting, using what seemed like a fine 0.3mm black ink pen, a few words had been scribbled down, making a smile pull at your lips.

“I’m too shy to tell you this in person, but your presentation on the United Nations yesterday was crazy good.”

You had folded the note back together, and placed it in your pencil case, where it made you smile every time you glanced at it.

“You’re in a good mood today,” Sugawara, your classmate, had grinned when he had passed you during lunch break on this way to the sink.

You had shrugged, your heart beating faster when you had realized that Suga had addressed you. The feeling that ran through your body at every interaction with him was so different from the feelings the note had sparked, so much better.

The notes had started that day, and there had not been one day of school since then, that there hadn’t been one shoved into your locker in the morning. Over time they had gotten more personal, leaving less and less doubt about the author’s attraction to you. He (and you knew it was a guy by the words he used), was never offensive or creepy, just plainly sweet, complimenting the hair clip you had worn the other day, or sometimes even admitting how he wished he would be brave enough to talk to you normally, without these notes.

And the more he revealed his own thoughts, his own insecurities and wishes, the more he revealed of his heart, the worse you felt. The notes were cute, sweet, and normally you would have been dying to know who went through all the effort just for your sake. Maybe you would have been trying to find out who it was and asked them out, just because you felt like after all the effort he had made, he deserved you take a risk too.

But no matter how much you wanted to feel excited and honoured by these notes, there was still Suga. Suga who was in the same class as you and your mysterious admirer, Suga who was working hard in every subject, who helped the other students when they struggled, who laughed loud and unashamedly in the breaks, who’s smile was warm like summer sun beams, even when it was only late February. So really it was Sugawara’s fault, you thought to yourself, that you couldn’t reciprocate the feelings these notes conveyed. If it weren’t for your stupid, stupid, unrequited crush on him, you’d have tried to get into contact with the author of these notes weeks ago. But your heart was hopelessly hung up on someone else, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself to let these feelings go.

So, when you stared down on what had to be the boldest note yet, you felt a little sick.

"I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you to sit with me for lunch for weeks now, but every time I think about getting up and asking you, I get so nervous that I can't even think properly anymore. Maybe I’ll ask you tomorrow. I want to make salmon onigiri, I know you like those. What do you think?"

The nervousness of the author as he had written these words and then pushed the note into your locker was basically seeping out of the paper into your hands, pleading you to be as nervous about him as he was about you. But instead, you knew he was just setting himself up for heartbreak. This had to stop. Now. You had allowed this boy to bring up his hopes for far too long now. You had to end this. Even if it would hurt him. Even when you would feel awful for breaking his heart.  But it was better to end this now than to have him work up the courage to face you and then tell it into his face.

Although he did deserve a gentle let down, he didn’t deserve to torture himself before it. So, after your last class, you ripped out a page of your notebook and grabbed one of your pens. During class, between paying attention to the teachers’ words and the way Suga was bouncing his leg under the table on the other side of the classroom, you had mentally prepared what you wanted to write.

“Dear friend, thank you very much for all the notes over the past weeks. I have enjoyed reading them, but I’m sorry to tell you that I can’t reciprocate your feelings. I already have someone I like, and it wouldn’t be fair to let you keep hoping I will return your feelings. In fact, I should have told you this a lot sooner, and I’m sorry for the pain I’m causing you now. Let this be the last exchange.”

You had been tempted to add words of reassurance or comfort, but you were worried they might make him hope against hope that you would eventually return his feelings. When the last class was over, you used a thin strip of washi-tape and stuck the note to your locker so it was blocking the little gap in the door. This way the note couldn’t possibly go unnoticed by whoever had sent you the others.

The next morning rolled around, and you were almost nervous, when you took off your shoes and placed them in the rack, going to your locker to grab your books for the day. The note you had stuck to its door the day prior was gone, and you already feared someone else might have removed it, but when you opened the locker, no new note came sailing out. You were almost a little disappointed. But you had asked him to stop writing, so you had gotte what you wanted. This was for the best. Let him be disappointed or maybe even a little heartbroken, and by next week he would have moved on.

When you entered the classroom, you found, much to your surprise, that yesterday’s note hadn’t been the last. Instead, someone had placed two wrapped onigiri on your table, and a note underneath. Up until now, the paper had always been torn neatly out of notebooks, the signs evenly paced and written with precision. This time, even though it was the by now familiar handwriting, the page seemed to have been ripped out in haste, the words smeared over the paper, smudging the ink.

“I already made these, and I thought you should have them. If you don’t want them, leave them on the desk during lunch break and I’ll take them back. This is my last note. Thanks for your honesty.”

You bit your lip, staring down at the paper. You could tell his hand had shaken when he had written this note. While nervousness had seeped out of the other notes, this one seemed to ooze pain. He’ll get over it, you thought to yourself, over me.

Quickly you crumbled the note in your hand, pushing the onigiris to the edge of the table, not intending to eat them. With a few steps you made your way to the paper basked, discarding the final note of your secret admirer. On your way back to your desk, your eyes skipped over to where Suga was sitting, as always when you got the chance.

He sat backsided on a chair, arms crossed over the backrest, chin propped on his lower arm. He had taken off his jacket, leaving him in the short sleeved, white button-up of the uniform. Warm spring sunlight flitted in through the window, catching in his silver hair and making it gleam like star light. He looked angelic, you thought to yourself. Even though Daichi was telling him something, and laughing at his side, Suga barely seemed to listen, his gaze absentmindedly directed into the distance. He looked pale, you realized, pale and tired. Hopefully he wouldn’t get sick in the last weeks of the school year.

Suddenly his gaze drew away from wherever he had stared of to, and directed itself to you instead. You felt like your heart almost stopped at the way his coffee brown eyes bore into you, and feeling your cheeks heat up, you lifted your hand to wave at him with a smile. Instead of returning the gesture, he only seemed to tense, before tearing his eyes away from you and sitting up, saying something to Daichi instead.

Confused at his unusual reaction, you walked back to your seat, sitting down. The onigiri in front of you seemed to mock you, and far more frequent than usually your gaze flickered over to Suga during the day. His mood didn’t seem to better though, and in fact it grew only grimmer when he caught you staring at him once.

You were not the only one who seemed to pick up on his unusual behaviour, because as the bell rang for lunch break, you overheard Daichi ask him if everything was okay. Suga only answered he was fine, even though he sounded upset and annoyed, but the rest of the conversation got drowned out by the voices of other students.

Like every day, you left the classroom at the beginning of lunchbreak to refill your bottle at the water fountain in the hallway. Today you made sure to take an extra few minutes; hopefully giving the author of the notes you had received enough time to retrieve the onigiri from your desk. And sure enough, by the time you returned to the classroom, they were gone.

The rest of the day went by without any other incidents, unless one counted Suga’s terrible mood. Even across the classroom it seemed to rub off on you. Originally you had wanted to pay closer attention to the other boys, trying to see if anyone’s behaviour differed from usually which might give them away as the author of the messages, but instead your focus was entirely on Suga and what you could do to cheer him up.

When the last class ended, and you still hadn’t thought of anything useful to say to Suga, you just opted for a wave and a smile, as you usually did, bidding him goodbye before heading off to your club. But unlike all the other days, he ignored you completely, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth and your heart heavy.

It was already growing dark outside when you hasted through the corridors of the school again. Your club had finished only a few minutes ago, when you had remembered there was a book you needed for homework, so you were on your way back to the lockers. You had almost reached them, when suddenly the voices of two students made you stop.

“He explicitly said not to get involved,” the one nagged.

“But have you seen him? Can you really just stand by and watch him suffer like that,” the other voice replied.

Carefully you snuck around the last corner, finding two boys standing in front of your locker. Even in the dim light you could make out the one’s buzzcut and the other’s unruly hair. They were both in the year below you, you realized, and members of the volleyball team, teammates of Suga’s. The one with the unruly hair was trying to push a piece of paper through the gap below the door into your locker.

You were about to ask them what they were up to. After all, neither of them couldn’t have been the one writing the notes you had received; that person was in your class. You knew that from the references to your classwork he had been making.

“You know, he’s gonna hate you when he finds out you got involved.”

“So what, let him hate me! As long as he gets his girl! (Y/n) just has to give him a second chance!”

“Who am I supposed to give a second chance,” you asked out loud, stepping out from behind the corner.

The two boys jumped in surprise as your presence, the one with the unruly hair, quickly hiding a piece of paper behind his back.

“Well, you see, the thing is our set-,” he started, immediately receiving a harsh nudge from his friend.

“And what were you trying to push into my locker,” you added. Usually you were not very intimidating, but being a year older than them had its perks: they had to respect you. Demanding, you held out your hand.

The boy with the blond streak in this dishevelled hair shot his friend a side glance before stepping forward and dropping the paper into your outstretched hand.

“Have you been the ones putting notes into my locker,” you asked.

“Yes, well, no. Maybe. Sometimes,” the boy with the buzzcut answered. Tanaka, you remembered.

“What is it now. Have you or have you not?”

“Sometimes,” the other one – Nuka? Nayo? Noya? Oh yes, Noya was his name – answered. “Sometimes we delivered them for our friend, when you had club late and there was the chance of you running into Su-“

He got interrupted by another shove between his ribs. He coughed.

Biting your lip, you twirled the paper between your fingers. You could find out who had sent you all these notes, you realized. You just had to ask now. Tanaka would probably be quiet, but Noya seemed eager to make you like whoever had sent them to deliver them. But did you want to know? Did you really want to go to class tomorrow, look at the person who had written these notes and pretend you didn’t know?

“Please,” Tanaka interrupted your thoughts. “Can’t you give our friend a chance? We know you like someone else, but you’ll forget about that guy in no time, I promise! Our friend is like- he’s the best guy there is really. He’s smart, and patient, and funny-”

“Charming, good-looking, athletic,” Noya continued. “A little chaotic sometimes maybe, but he has like the biggest heart-”

You shook your head. “Listen guys, Tanaka-kun, Noya-kun. I appreciate your effort and I know you just want to see your friend happy, but as I already wrote him: there is someone else I like, and it wouldn’t be right to let your friend hope that my feelings will change eventually. That’s just not fair.”

“But you should’ve seen him today during practice,” Noya continued. “He was not himself! He was devastated! And Suga’s ready to let you walk away because he respects you, but I- we think-”

“Wait, wait,” you lifted your hands in the air, signalling him to stop talking. Your heart was racing. “Say that again.”

“He respects you and-”

“No, you said his name,” you disagreed.

The boys exchanged glances.

“He’ll kill you,” Tanaka mumbled to Noya.

“Did you say Suga,” you asked.

Their silence was answer enough.

All this time you had wanted Suga to notice you and all this time it had been him who had sent you these notes? And then you had rejected him? Was that why he had been so pale today, why he hadn’t smiled at you today? Because you had rejected him, not even knowing who you had rejected? Your heart dropped and the floor felt like it was giving way beneath your feet. You had to fix that. Somehow you had to fix this stupid, stupid situation.

“Do you have a pen?”

Tanaka rummaged around in his pocket, before handing you a blunt pencil. You took it anyway. Unfolding the paper you had taken from Noya, you placed it against the closest locker, flipping it to its empty side.

“What’s Suga’s favourite onigiri filling,” you asked, glancing at Tanaka and Noya from over your shoulder.

“Salmon,” they answered at the same time without hesitation.

You furrowed your brows. “Are you sure?”

“We talked about it just the other day,” Tanaka assured you.

“He said, he likes them because you like them,” Noya added. You exhaled slowly, trying not to laugh. This sounded so much like something Suga would say.

Putting the pen down, you began writing.

“Noya and Tanaka ranted you out. Don’t be mad at them, I made them tell me. Let’s eat lunch together. I’ll make salmon onigiri, I know you like those. We can eat outside under the plum tree. The blossoms are your favourite, aren’t they?”

Quickly, before you could change your mind, you folded the paper, and pushed it into Suga’s locker, making the two boys exchange wide eyed glances.

“What did you write,” they asked excitedly as you returned to your locker to retrieve the book you had come here for.

“Are you giving him a second chance?”

“You’ll see,” you answered with a smile.

The next morning, Suga was already sitting in the classroom when you entered, like he did every morning. When he saw you sitting down behind your own desk, he quickly exchanged a few words with Daichi, before walking over.

Pink was dusting his cheeks, the colour almost matching that of the plum blossoms outside. He was nervous, you could tell, fiddling around with a piece of paper between his fingers. Watching him walk over, your own pulse spiked. Yesterday you had been filled with confidence when you had written the note, but today it all seemed unreal. That was until he dropped the small piece of paper on the desk in front of you, leaning against the table.

For a moment you looked up at him, his chocolate brown eyes nervous but also filled with warmth as he glanced down to you, then you reached for the paper. He had rolled it into a tight scroll, probably an act of nervosity while he had waited for you. For the first time the note didn’t contain any words, only a doodled Smilie. The smile on your face was instantaneous, and quickly you looked back up to Suga, who was full on blushing now.

“I know, I said I’d stop it with the notes, but…” he shrugged bashfully, making you laugh quietly.

“No, that’s okay,” you let him know.

“I do gotta ask though- not that I’m complaining, just curious – what changed your mind?”

He’s still smiling, but you could hear the insecurity in his voice as well.

Inhaling deeply, you settled for the truth. “Turned out the guy I rejected was actually the guy I was rejecting him for.”

Suga just furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What I mean is,” you shuffled in your seat a little, wondering if the words would come any easier if you sat differently or if Suga weren’t nailing you to the chair with the intensity with which he was considering you now. “You’re the guy I was talking about in that note, the person I like. I didn’t know you were also the person sending me these notes.”

Finally, the last bit of hesitation seemed to melt away from Suga. “Lucky then, that I like you, too,” he teased, making your heart stutter and his cheeks tint an even deeper pink. “Sooo, are we eating lunch together?"

You nodded. “I made onigiri, like promised. Is salmon really your favourite filling?”

Suga laughed. “Yeah, it is. Always has been, since I was little.”

He was about to say something else, but was interrupted by the teacher, calling the beginning of the class.

Quickly he pushed away from your desk, winking at you mischievously. This Suga was so very different from the disappointed, heartbroken Suga from yesterday. You knew exactly which one you preferred. He turned around and hurried back to his desk, but not before dropping another note to your table, this one folded several times.

As the teacher began the class, you quickly unfolded the paper under your desk, reading the few words Suga had written down. This time they were a lot neater than the note he had left with the rejected onigiri the day prior.

“I mean it. I really like you too.”

And underneath he had drawn a tiny, almost hesitant doodle of a heart.

storms w/sugawara

hey guys, i'm back with another story featuring sugawara (aka. my fuckin cinnamon apple)!! this was requested by a lovely anon and i'm so glad i got this request bc suga is my favorite (wow tell us something we don't know). this one's for you anon, i hope you all enjoy!! i kinda hate the ending though so bear with me

- arson >:)

sugawara x gn reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: very slightly suggestive moment, but it's all fluffy otherwise ;)

also before this starts: cerounophile = lover of thunderstorms

thunderstorms have always been something you’ve adored. even when you were little, and most other kids in your class ducked under tables, trying to hide away from the loud crashes and rumbles, you always sat there, staring starry-eyed out the window of your classroom. to you, there’s no better feeling than grabbing a blanket and curling up near the window to revel in the beautiful display of nature, and every time you hear that familiar boom, you feel at home.

It was a saturday evening, and you sat in your living room mindlessly flitting through the channels on your tv, when you felt your phone vibrate. your reach into the pocket of your boyfriend’s oversized hoodie and smile upon checking the notification:

[koushi <3: just picked up dinner, be home in ten ;)]

[can't wait :))] you respond.

just as you rise to go set the table, a weather alert pops up on the tv:

BREAKING NEWS: SEVERE THUNDERSTORM EXPECTED AROUND 7PM IN MIYAGI PREFECTURE, ALL CITIZENS ENCOURAGED TO SAY INSIDE

while most would see this as an inconvenience, that starry-eyed look returns to your face. completely forgetting about the table, you dash up to your bedroom and look out the window. a billow of cumulonimbus clouds has already started to form. you hastily open the closet door, searching for the warmest blanket you can find. pillows are thrown off of the bed and onto the floor near the bean-bag chair you oh-so-elegantly dragged near your window.

everything was set. pillows fluffed, blanket retrieved, and the rain had already started to fall. you plopped down on the bean-bag and curled up in the blanket. there was a childlike wonder about your face and you were so giddy you could barely sit still.

the rain was coming down hard now, and you began to feel a little worried. suga wasn’t home yet, and it had already been 15 minutes. but as soon as you heard that familiar rumble, you fell into your ceraunophilic trance once again, and all of your worries melted away.

just then, the sound of keys rattling filled the lower level of your house, as a very wet suga walked in.

“damn, it’s really coming down out there,” suga whispered to himself as he hastily made his way inside your home, observing his now soaked clothes.

“y/n i'm back, and i got your favorite!!” he shouted in a sing-songy voice.

his calls fell on deaf ears however, your focus was elsewhere, the storm capturing you in your little world.

“babe?” he questioned, worry piquing his voice, “i’m home, so come on down, the food is getting cold!!”

no response.

they probably just have their headphones on full blast again. he thought to himself.

koushi set the food down and discarded his shoes at the doorstep before heading to the upstairs bedroom. he expected to see you wildly dancing to whatever music filled your ears, but what he was met with an almost pitch black room- the only light coming from a small lantern next to the beanbag chair and the open window.

he knocked twice on the door, finally managing to break you from your trance.

“koushi!” you exclaimed, “you’re home!”

“yeah, i have been for like 5 minutes now dummy,” he chuckled.

“oh, sorry,” you laughed, a bit embarrassed, “but holy shit you’re soaked!”

“yeah it’s raining like crazy out there and i didn’t bring my umbrella, or raincoat today,”

“well hurry up and dry off honey, you’re gonna miss it,” you said, turning your attention back to the window again.

he cocked his head questioningly, “miss what?”

“just go,” you pushed. he put his hand up in surrender and compiled.

koushi began to undress, taking off his work shirt and placing it on a drying rack in the corner of your bedroom. you found yourself sneaking quick looks at him. his toned, slender frame never failing to captivate you. you tried to be discreet, but you were full on staring now, gawking at him like a kid in a candy store.

he moved to the drawers to find a t-shirt, but felt a pair of eyes boring into him. he turned his head a bit only to see you quickly shift your attention back to the window, trying to act like you weren't just ogling his abs just then.

“see something you like?” he smirked, “take a picture love, it’ll last longer.”

“just go dry off,” you said dismissively, trying to hide your embarrassment.

his honeyed laughter rang through your bedroom and he gathered the last of his clothes and went to the bathroom in search of a towel. you smiled to yourself, rolling your eyes as your attention turned back to the window.

a short time later, the smell of something absolutely delicious filled your nose. you quickly turned to see sugawara with an assortment of takeout boxes and utensils in his hands.

“i got your favorite,” he smiled, setting everything down in front of you.

thanking him, you begin practically tearing open the boxes taking some for yourself and passing some to koushi, excited to eat the meal with him.

as soon as you both were settled, he spoke up, “so, what’d you say i was going to miss?”

BOOM

immediately after he spoke, the loudest thunderclap you had ever heard roared in both of your ears and a bold streak of lighting lit up the whole neighborhood.

you and koushi, shocked looks plastered on your faces, turned to each other.

“that.” you remarked.

you both laughed at that little comment and the silly looks on each other’s faces, and settled back down in the beanbag chair to eat your meal.

thunder continued to roar outside. droplets of rain collected on the glass of your bedroom window, sliding off of it in haphazard streaks. lightning strikes every now and then, illuminating the world for a brief moment. you watched the extravagant display with pure awe in your eyes, unable to peel away from it.

but koushi... he spent his time staring at you, his eyes fixed on your exhilarated expression. he watched as the shadows of the raindrops cast on your face, he gazed at your smile, that seemed impossibly big, impossibly bright. and when the lighting struck, illuminating your features for that brief moment, you looked so… beautiful. so impossibly ethereal. like mother nature herself shone a spotlight directly on your face. he swore he had never seen something so beautiful in his life.

you tried your best to pay full attention to the storm, but the gaze boring into you was a bit distracting.

a smirk quirked on your lips as you faced him, leaning in so that you faces were millimeters apart,

“take a picture love, it’ll last longer.”

now it was his turn to turn away, flustered.

you giggled at his embarrassment relishing in the pink tint that now decorated his face.

“i hate you,” he joked, joining you in your laughing fit.

“no you don’t,” you countered, playfully swatting his shoulder.

there was a moment of air before you felt koushi’s delicate fingers caress your chin, gently tilting your face up towards his.

“you’re right, i don’t,” he whispered, bringing you even closer, “in fact- you’re the very thing i love most in this world.”

koushi’s lips brushed against yours for a moment and you looked up into his eyes. there was nothing but pure adoration gazing back at you. he meant every word- he does love you, and the kiss you then shared proved it. there was so much passion and tenderness behind the moment your lips locked. so much devotion and warmth, neither of you could help but melt into it, wanting to further lose yourselves in each other’s embrace.

however, the lack of oxygen made itself apparent and you had to pull away from each other, breathless and giddy.

koushi breathily chuckled as you reached out and held his face, brushing the mole that adorned his left cheek. giving him the same adoring gaze he flashed you not moments ago.

so cute, he thought to himself kissing your palm in return.

koushi’s arm found purchase around your waist pulling you into his chest. his heart jumped against your ears, the pace of his heartbeat slowing to match yours; your heartstrings strumming a melody only you two would ever hear. and you spent the rest of the night like this, bathing in each others’ warmth until your eyelids went heavy and you were both lulled to sleep by the sound of the roaring thunder.

hi!! i love ur writing an <3 could i possibly request a scenario or hcs (whichever is better for you!) for suga with an s/o who has a mole in the same place he does? i’ve always been insecure abt mine, so seeing suga have the same one makes my heart melt 💕 ty !!

OMGGG THATS SO CUTE OF COURSE!!! and thank you btw i'm SUPER glad you're enjoying my writing darling <33

im so so sorry this took so long, finals week has been kicking my ASS and it's not even over </3 but you know i had to post this on his birthday of all days, i would never miss that!!

this one's a bit short but i hope you enjoy it love :))

warnings: none :)

sugawara w/ an s/o that has a mole in the same place he does:

i think that’s what first caught his eye when he saw you

i mean he thought you were stunning anyway but this made his want to talk to you more

oh god i feel like he’s make stupid puns about it like... always….

“hey darling, do you want some guaca-MOLE-ee”

and he’d laugh his ass off like it was the funniest thing anyone has ever said

he’d pinch you there. that's it.

he would kiss you there ALL. THE. TIME.

and ofc you would return the favor

i feel like he would say that kissing you there is his “good luck charm”

like if he needed luck before a game, or, in timeskip before a really important meeting, he’ll make it a point of his duty to give you a peck on your mole before he dashes out the door

i feel like koushi is the type to be a poker (and biter LMFAO) so he’d def just poke you there whenever he wants attention

he’s definitely the type to rub circles in your cheek while he kisses you, so you’ll definitely feel the pad of his thumb softly caressing that spot when he does

he’d def take pictures of the two of you together and caption them something like “its twinnem aaaahh” IM SORRY THATS SO FUNNY TO ME

i feel like koushi would run up to daichi or anyone who will listen honestly teeming with excitement and just be like “look, look we match :DD!!”

he'd say it's like your soulmate mark

and if you're ever feeling insecure about your mole he'll never hesitate to remind you that it's one of his favorite parts about you and you're never alone :))

overall he just loves having an s/o that shares such a defining feature with him, it warms his heart!! he is so hopelessly enamored with you and this just makes him fall harder for you every day <3