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I was listening to Safeword by TV Girls when I wrote this so, the vibe is there. there isn’t any use of using a safeword, it’s briefly mentioned.

idk if other campuses have study rooms in their dorms but my college does so I’m going with that LOL I’ve always been exiled from my room due to roommates fuckin so I just…ripped that from my life and put that in here and angst-fied it

taggy tags/cw: unprotected sex, choking, spitting, dub-con kinda, possessive behavior, mentions of toxic tendou, dom/sub themes, daddy is said like twice, predator/prey themes

taking a night class on a whim wasn’t the best idea initially, the cold air settling in your bones as you trudge to the other side of the campus to your dorm or walking around at night alone at 9pm were downsides were obvious downsides. normally, the transition from fall to winter was your favorite; it always marked the beginning of lazy morning cuddling and late-night spooning, prolonged hand-holding and reluctant releases of overextended hugging, the whisper of plans intermittent amongst soft kisses before everything turned rough. now, it just felt cold, frigid. by proxy, the walks also became more hellish as well. up until recently, you’d at least had your ex to make this journey with you– like clockwork, he’d wait outside your class, walk you back to the dorms and propose a fun way to heat you back up.

the thought alone had your stomach in knots, and with the walk ahead combined with AirPods left forgotten on your bed, you were afforded the time to dwell and reminisce. you’d broken up with satori a little under a month ago, there were so many emotions over it that you’d spent most of your time since said breakup doing anything to not think about it. in the moment, yelling back and forth in his apartment the breakup came to you like the sun parting the clouds. you’d both put two long and loving years into the relationship, filled with a love too strong and overwhelming, volatile. you love satori, you still do, but it had started to feel like you were losing yourself to him.

prior to satori, you’d had a bustling social life for a loud introvert– like a little firework, bursting with brightness and color before quickly fizzling out and settling. like the little firework you were, you tended to draw in all sorts of crowd: you were at home with text-book nerds in the library or sipping coffee in a café giggling the hours away with social butterflies; but most importantly, you drew in the outliers.

satori being one of them.

satori had understood, he didn’t press you for conversation when you began to run past your social meter– not the way everyone else did. you didn’t have to plaster a smile and pretend you weren’t exhausted of being suffocated in the middle of the packed library or bustling café with satori. he’d offer you his crooked smile and lead you away to somewhere quiet, the field of grass out in the front of the library or to the comic store across the street.

the transition from acquaintances, to friends, to best friends, and then lovers came a speed unheard of in your life. you were spending most of your time with satori.

the familiar looming building of the dorms snapped you from your tumultuous reverie, noting the crowded quad of the building filled with some fraternity playing cornhole while sipping poorly disguised beers. you grimaced at a familiar-looking gray-haired guy, a friend of satori’s. your roommate hooked up with him on multiple occasions, you’d walked in on him bending her like a fold-up chair all the while she chanted ‘semi’ like it was a goddamn prayer. she often failed to let you know when she had nighttime visitors.

with hasty steps, you found yourself unlocking and flinging the door to your dorm open– eyes suddenly wide like saucers. you couldn’t see your roommate with her latest conquest fucking into her from behind like an animal. with a practiced precision, you silently closed the door despite being sure they heard you barge in.

once again, like routine, you shot your roommate to text you when she was done before lumbering on your merry little way into a study room. the rooms were cold and uncomfortably bright, but with how exhausted you were the crook of your elbow may as well have been a pillow by the way by the way you were out like a light. a nice little nap didn’t sound bad anyway.

the sounds of knocking jostled you from sleep.

you glanced at the frosted glass door of the study room, barely making out what could resemble a uniform. an ra from the sounds of it. a grumble along the lines of ‘go sleep in your dorm’ sounded before the figure vanished from the door. post-sleep delirium only briefly clouded your memory of the room before irritation began to pick at your veins. shifting from your hunched position you reached for your phone, between normal social media messages and notifications, a text from your roommate three hours ago read “hey sorry about that, I’m done”. A glance at the time read that it was a little after 1 am, and with very little energy left– you began the labored walk back to your dorm. the grumble of your stomach rang in the dead hallways, and while contemplating making way too much noise to fix something to eat in your dorm– you reasoned you weren’t in the mood for confrontation and detoured to the shitty little snack machines outside in the quad.

the wind bit at you as you shuffled to the machine, eyeing a mediocre honeybun before you felt the familiar feel of watching eyes. you could’ve jumped when spying satori heading straight for you, indescribable face paired with a meticulous and unabashed stare. you hold each others gaze, his steps faltering at being caught staring. there’s a very unwelcome feeling of vulnerability, standing in the cool late night air only lit up by the unflattering blue light of the snack machine. there isn’t a crowd to blend into, not another person to pretend to be talking to, it’s just you. while sleep for dinner suddenly sounded enticing enough, whirling on your feet to retreat did nothing for you– having taken five steps before being embraced in a vice grip.

despite the strength behind the hug, you knew for a fact if you put up a struggle he’d let you go immediately. satori was a lot of things, but he respected your limits and most importantly your space– mostly anyway. it felt like a quiet standstill, holding onto a breath much too ragged to let go in fear of breaking the sudden stillness. unfortunately, you couldn’t stop the small hiccup of breath and the tremble in your form. he was all around, the smell indisputably him underneath the cologne you’d got him for his birthday last year, the urgency in the hug like you might disappear if he let go, the nuzzle into your neck.

you couldn’t stop the babble of i’m sorry’s and i miss you’s that spewed out like a broken faucet.

the rational part of your brain told you to sop, break out of his grasp and go to bed. but the bigger and louder part of your brain was just overjoyed to be held in his arms, the soft kisses along your neck and worrying words of possession raging war in your conflicted mind. but with touches so sweet, you couldn’t deny that it felt good, it felt right. “wanna…wanna sleep with you ‘tori” the little whines for him were pathetic, sniffle-y in a way you’d never know drove him up the walls. but you’d missed falling asleep curled in his arms– caged against him like something precious and worth protecting.

“c’mon bunny, let’s go to bed” the familiar warmth bubbled in your stomach at the nickname, it was so harmless-sounding but vivid memories of satori pistoning into you while calling you his dumb little bunny was enough to have filth beating in your brain like white noise. another quiet little whimper wormed its way up your throat and had you been in the position to few the absolutely perverse look breaking satori’s face, you might’ve been a little scared at such a feral face. refusing to let go, satori merely waddled the two of you to his dorm– breaking apart momentarily to push you into his dorm. the air knocked from you sent your heart into a frenzy, gasping for air while staring up at satori with doe-eyed red-rimmed eyes.

satori would take it to his grave, but the way you cried and stared helplessly up at him wanted to make you his forever– no one was allowed to see you like this. you would never know how enraged he truly was about the breakup, but he was patient– he knew if he gave you what you wanted you’d come running back to him in the end. in the wild, bunnies never run far away when startled, the runoff and then pause shock-still; you’ll find them by looking for beady black eyes.

in your case, you simply let satori catch you.

satori was on you like a wolf, kisses so overbearing you were gnashing teeth. the familiar grip to your throat had you keening, mouth agape for him to snake his tongue in. like before, you opened to his whims with little thoughts. satori was voracious when it came to you, a hunger like a starved coyote was comparable to the way he endlessly craved all of you. whiny little mewls of pleasure wormed past your clashing mouths as he seemed to tear your clothes off you, each article of clothing being thrown out of focus as he worked you out of all articles of clothing besides your oh so cute little bra and panties.

the groan that escaped satori was guttural, even broken up you were such a good little bunny. he remembered picking this particular bra and panties for you, lacy and the slightest shade of pink– perfect and tastefully see-through. “I guess my stupid little bunny is crafty, you planned this didn’t you? “ a rough grip to your left breast has you keening, his palming clouding your thoughts from voicing your confusion on his accusation– dipping his head back down into the crook of your neck to roughly bite into the soft flesh. the pained whimper spurred him onward, you could feel the blooms of purple and blue along your neck as he continued downwards mumbling things your little mushy brain couldn’t quite piece together.

it was rough, always rough with satori. his path of blooms didn’t stop, roughly pushing your bra up to roughly bit down on a quickly pebbling nipple. the warbled cry you let loose was unabashed, heat surging through you like a jet stream. you were white-knuckling satori’s shirt, suddenly much too aware of his clothing. “take it off ‘tori, wanna feel you” weakly pulling at his shirt, the throaty chuckle resounding against your tender breast before he pulled off– a pop! sounding that had you keening once more.

you could only stare up at satori quickly ridding himself of his shirt, you pathetically reaching for his sweats before being swatted away. trapped against the floor with his body once more, one hand slithered down to cup your dripping cunt while the other snaked around your throat once more– grip bordering on worrying. he plants several little kisses along your jaw before nosing into your ear

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you bunny”

the cry of pained pleasure is pulled from you, hands fisting his red hair between your fingers at the feel of two of his long fingers knuckle deep without warning. before you could even catch a breath, he began to absolutely ruin you. it should be cruel to be as good at fingering as satori is, like he hadn’t spent a month apart from you as he beat into that spongy spot that had you shaking and crying with pinpoint accuracy. the tension in your tummy was becoming too much, the only thing keeping your head painfully in the present despite the near lack of oxygen from satori’s vice grip on your precious little throat. his sinful fingers had your head wracked heavy with pleasure, but you’re so desperate for more. “I need…tori please please please!” you have no idea what your pleading for, and satori slows down which has you crying out in distemper.

“what do you need bunny? tell me what you need so daddy can give it to you” it comes out more rough than you’d expect but the shiver that runs down you is splendid. for the first time, you gather enough lucidity to look up at satori and all you see are his pupils blown wide alongside that knowing grin. he makes you feel so small without trying, you can’t help but hump against his finger’s still knuckle deep in your tight little cunt.

“wanna cum on your fingers, please daddy I need it!”

it comes out loud and desperate, even for you. but it does the trick, he’s back to pistoning his fingers like a jackrabbit in your fluttering pussy– your huffs and chants of ‘tori, ‘tori, ‘tori working him up in a way he knows you remember. his thumb pushes down harshly on your clit, it’s not much pressure but the building tension in you snaps, white hot pleasure shoots through you and leaves you sobbing and moaning out thank you’s and I love you’s like a trained slut– like his slutty little bunny.

you’re still coming down from your high, air rushing into your unobstructed lungs with satori simply staring down at you. it’s always intense with tendou, and despite looking ready to fuck you into the floor he’s waiting. but any thoughts of backing out leave as fast as they come, bringing you legs together you work your drenched panties from you dripping cunt up your thighs and off your legs. you seal your fate when you spread your legs and open your mouth.

“i want you daddy, i only want you”

he’s on you faster than you can breath. the cry you let loose could be in a porno, being stretched so full while your folded onto your back, head knocking into the floor while your knees are trapped by your chest underneath satori’s legs. the stretch burns but the angle has you reeling, all too quickly you feel the familiar tension building in your tummy again at a rapid speed. but your cries to slow down aren’t heeded, no satori seems to getting more and more rabid with his thrusts– the sharp sound of skin meeting skin getting progressively louder and faster. one thrusts knocks your head violently into the floor, satori’s hand clamping around your neck the culprit for the dull pain ringing through your head.

your hands scratch long red lines across his shoulders, pleasure beginning to border on painful as your pitifully floating off into your head. across you look completely out of it, fucked out with your cute little mouth open and tongue hanging out. satori puckers his lips and eagerly you open your mouth wider, eyes rolling as his spit hits the back of your tongue. you barely hear the frenzied swallow with the way your head is swimming in bliss but you do and you swallow, earning a guttural groan from satori.

you can feel satori begin to falter, your clenching pussy pushing him closer to the edge while you teeter at the precipice. it’s only when his free hand rubs furiously at your nub that you wail so loud you think you’ve woken up the entire dormitory, squirting all over yourself while you pussy flutters impossibly tighter that it sends satori crashing. thick, warm ropes of cum coating your insides while his collapses onto you– squishing you impossibly closer to him. you miss feeling this full, this content. even at the protesting of your limbs and poor battere cunt you can’t help but feel blissful. even with your legs trembling with a force, way too much air rushing into your lungs as you fidget beneath you’re happy.

satori’s smothering you, large body still weighing heavily across you but you can’t find it in you to fight him off– not so secretly pleased with the pressure of him. he grabs you by the cheeks, kissing you so deeply your afraid you’ll float off from the lack of air before he breaks the kiss. there’s a trail of kisses all over you face, each softer than the last before he leaves on last one at the corner of your jaw before whispering so lowly you almost can’t make it out. your fading, sleep dragging you under– from exhaustion or the pressure of satori your not sure. but even as your eyes close you still catch the tail-end of his mutterings.

“you’ll always be my precious little bunny”

"The volleyball team doesn't have parties." Your eyes narrow at your friend. "To be fair no one at this school really has parties but least of all the volleyball team...What kind of prank are you trying to pull?"

"I'm not. But since they lost the inter-high and they're not going to nationals..." he leans over his side of the library table and drops his voice, "...the guess monster convinced the other third years to host a...thing...I don't know, something! Before we all graduate."

You roll your eyes. "He has a name."

"I know," snips your friend. He watches your gaze drop back to your book, picking up notes where you left off. "Well?"

"Well what?" you ask without looking up.

"Do you want to go?"

With a snort you reply "no."

"Aren't you the least bit curious about them?" His voice curls salaciously. "They're the elite--"

"Everyone at this school is an elite," you remind him.

"Of the elite," he amends. "C'mon...I know you've got a huge crush on-"

You slam your pen down and glare at him. "Finish that sentence and it'll be the last thing you ever say."

He smirks under your full attention. "Promise to go?"

"No." You smile derisively. "I have literally no interest and I won't be manipulated into going."

He huffs and drops the topic as you get back to work.

"Last chance to come," he prompts, stopping by your room later.

"No thanks," you reply without looking up from the line of text. He huffs admonishingly but leaves without further argument.

It's pleasingly quiet in the dorms.

You're sure most of the other students have gone to the volleyball team's event and it just reinforces your decision not to go.

You're not here to make friends.

You're not here to find yourself or your place in the world.

No, Shiratorizawa serves only one purpose for you.

It is a stepping stone.

An escape.

You've worked hard to get into the most prestigious high school, achieving the best marks while you're here to give yourself the highest launching point to get as far away from here as possible.

And from the way the options sprawl out before you, you're almost free.

Finding yourself will come after you find a way out.

Tokyo, Paris, London, Seattle; the acceptances have poured in and you can taste the finish line.

The freedom.

You won't jeopardize that with meaningless distractions.

Pouring your heart and soul into every subject, you've been recognized by almost every teacher you've had. Almost every peer, too. From those who've spent their whole academic career trying to catch you, drag you down, cheer you on, or chew you up. Your name is renowned.

Your future is envied.

"I told you I'm not going," you say sternly to the knock on your door.

"How do you know that's why I'm here?"

You jump with a gasp, turning sharply in your seat toward the door and see Tendō Satori leaning against your doorframe all lean muscle and cool confidence.

You scrutinize his lazy smile with a tight gaze. "Why are you here, then?"

"I didn't see you at the party." He crosses his arms, eyes never leaving yours. "I was curious what you were doing instead."

"Well," you gesture across your desk, turning back to it, "now you know."

He lingers in the doorway, not asking for your attention but distracting you all the same.

You ask stiffly "is there something else you wanted?"

"You."

Snap; the tip of your pencil breaks off in shock.

You're too embarrassed to look at him so you just stare at your books hearing the smirk in his voice.

"I was hoping I would have an excuse to cross your path, an opportunity to be subtle at the party but I should have known better."

Your heart's beginning to thrum.

Yes, you're aware of the guess monster. The eccentric genius whose personality and character are even more alluring than his performance on the court. But attraction is distraction and the future is uncertain so for the past three years you've ignored any curiosity toward the appealing red-head.

The fact that he's here now...what he's implying... you're not sure you believe it.

When you don't say anything he prompts "do you understand? I threw the party for a chance to hangout with you."

The concept of it is too tough to understand, like a lump in your throat.

"I...I understand..." you admit.

Can he hear how hard your pulse beats in the quiet?

"And?"

"And what?" You fight every urge to look at him.

"How does that make you feel?"

After a moment of sluggish consideration you reply "I'm...flattered...Tendō, really. I am. But, I need to study."

He hums from the doorway, unsatisfied. "That didn't really answer my question."

"I don't know how to answer it, then." You stare at the pencil in your fingers as you twist it. "Or maybe I don't understand what you're trying to ask."

"I'm asking if you'd like to hangout with me."

Of course you would.

The answer is right there on the tip of your tongue but it feels like saying it would puncture some intangible bubble, destroying the path to your future.

"Let me ask a different way," he says slowly, gently. "Can I...hangout with you?"

Your eyes flick to him with a frown because it has to be obvious that you're in the middle of studying right now and not interested in just hanging out.

That's when you notice his backpack.

He smiles wryly.

"You mean..." The creases of your frown deepen. "You..."

He nods. "Can I study with you?"

"Why would you want to do that?" you ask, face screwing up as you gesture. "There's a party going on right now with your friends. A party you literally organized."

"Only to spend time with you," he amends holding up a finger and you gape in exasperation.

"I don't know, Tendō." Rubbing your forehead you grimace. "It's..."

He waits patiently, far longer than anyone else would and you realize what you have to say is just that important to him.

With a slow, steadying breath you meet his eye and confess. "I don't want to stay here...I've worked hard all this time to escape...And I'm... scared..."

"Of stumbling on a reason to stay?"

Something clicks into place within you. Like a puzzle piece perfectly fitting with another, you feel seen.

Understood.

You nod.

He looks hesitant now, eyes still gauging your reactions. "What if...that reason... wasn't going to stay either."

Your chest tingles with implication but you hold it at bay again, denying the suggestion. "What do you mean?" you ask nervously.

Tendō cautiously straightens up as if facing something head-on. "What if...when you escape...you weren't alone? What if a reason to stay...became..."

"A commonality to leave?"

Tendō's eyes shine and he smiles, mirroring the pining hope dawning inside of you, too.

There's a flash of images through your mind: saying goodbye to family and friends, boarding a plane, walking down a cobblestone street with the Eiffel tower twinkling in the distance.

Your heart skips a beat because you've imagined these things before but, for the first time, you imagine you aren't alone.

"So..." He asks, failing to hold back a wry smile. "Can I join you?"

His head was pressed between your thighs, the warmth lulling him to sleep. Your hands coursed through his hair, your fingers brushing off his small knots. Turning his head to make himself comfortable, he noticed something. “Babe have you always had these ?”, he asked, his index finger ever so lightly tracing your stretch mark, immediately making you jolt. “Oh- yeah! I- it’s always been there”, you mumbled quickly, pulling the blanket to cover your bare legs. “I’ve always had these and I didn’t want to tell you because…well it’s not something to be proud of”, you voice came out dull. This however shattered his heart. His hands went back to your thighs, fingers now fully tracing your stretch marks. “I think they’re sexy”, he grins, leaning down to press kisses all over your thighs. “They’re beautiful baby, it makes your thighs look ever more gorgeous”, he smiles, going back to the same spot between your thighs. “Really…you don’t think they’re weird ?”, your surprise was full evident in your tone. “Nope. And I think you should start loving them too. Because, trust me when I say this, they’re beautiful”, he whispered.

MATSUKAWA ISSEI, KUROO TETSUROU, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, TENDOU SATORI, SAKUSA KIYOOMI, MIYA ATSUMU, MIYA OSAMU, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Akaashi Keiji, TOORU OIKAWA

this girl in my class was sobbing since morning cuz some girls told her stretch marks were ugly and it’s weird. And the urge i had to just drag those bitches and pull their hair out was insane. stretch marks are beautiful bro wtf. i have got some too and i just stare at em and admire em. it’s called self love :) and you should do that too. in conclusion, screw what others say :)

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“i think you dropped something” when you are aware you just dropped something (they don’t help you pick it up 🖕🖕)

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴mattsun, tsukki, osamu, suna, kuroo, oikawa, konoha

“what do you mean i can’t drive,” then drives over a curb next time you’re in his car

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴bokuto, hinata, noya, lev, atsumu, terushima, kyotani

acts like he's annoyed when you tell him the tea but next time you’re talking about it he’s referencing details from the last time you were talking to him about it

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴kuroo, daichi, iwaizumi, suna, yamaguchi, asahi, akaashi, sakusa, kita

asks your opinion on someone they know you hate in a group setting

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴suna, kenma, yaku, sugawara, semi, aran, atsumu, tsukki, daishō

asks if the fit would go hard while you're at the mall and he's holding up the most abysmal combo of clothes you've ever seen

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴(unironically) tobio, ushijima, tanaka, hinata, goshiki, aone, koganegawa

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴(ironically) sugawara, suna, oikawa, semi, komori, mattsun

“your shoe’s untied” or “you got smth on your shirt” as they point down, and if you go to look, their finger is flipping your chin up and they laugh like they’re some sort of second coming of comedy jesus (no i'm not salty i fall for this way too much)

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴tendō, noya, tanaka, lev, atsumu, komori, hanamaki, terushima

❦ ASKING THEM FOR A BABY

cw: mature themes, fem!reader, pregnancy, language cause i got a potty mouth

yes, there are boys in multiple spots lol

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♡ automatic response is: “we’ll stop by the store tomorrow, m’kay?” before he realizes what you said and completely shuts down imagining the two of you raising a child

— akaashi, iwaizumi, kageyama, hinata, kenma

♡ suggests ‘practise’ rounds, cause he’s a horny bastard, then probably develops a breeding kink from said ‘practise’ rounds lol

— kuroo, atsumu, suna, tendo

♡ whips out the scrapbook he’s been working on with baby names, colours for the nursery, recipes for soft foods, and clothing catalogs: major baby fever

— oikawa, bokuto, kita, ushijima (i find this hilarious)

♡ has a mature conversation with you about what you both want that leads into soft and passionate lovemaking (bow chicka bow wow)

— osamu, sakusa, daichi, kita, akaashi, ushijima, tsukishima

bonus:

♡ probably accidentally knocked you up anyway

— bokuto, atsumu, tendo

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Haikyuu boys when you get injured playing your sport pt.2

Oikawa, Tsukishima, Tendo, Asahi, Kageyama

Summary: The first one was really fun to write, so here is part 2! This is some others and how I think they’d react when you get hurt during sport!

Warnings: Explicit mention of blood and open wounds

A/N: I’d like to thank everyone for over 100 followers! Yes, I know that doesn’t seem like many but it’s a big deal to me, so thank you!! I also appreciate the patience with my messed up writing schedule <3 ...Tendo’s got really long and Kageyama’s got a little angsty whoops 

Oikawa:

As one who suffers from a sport injury himself, Oikawa is constantly aware of the possibility

Reminds you before every game of hockey to stay safe

His tone may be lighthearted when he says it, but he’s very serious

He knows the ins and outs of stretching and the recovery process for injuries

Usually, he doesn’t come to your games, mostly because he’s busy or he's afraid of getting recognised

When you get home or see him next, he’d ask out the game and listen with excitement and interest

He definitely does research on the game too

This time, he was so glad he went

To avoid being recognised, he wore a cap and sunglasses, standing at the back of the spectators

His height allowed him to easily watch you from the crowd

You were really hyped for the game, knowing your opponents were going to be tough

Unfortunately, your team was struggling with the game

The other team was scoring goal after goal, and you couldn’t keep up

You ran back to defend the goal, in the way for an approaching player

They were ready to score, and you were ready to dive in

The urgency and pressure of the situation got to your head, and you ran towards them with anger

You let out a cry, charging towards the hockey ball

In the back of your mind, you knew Oikawa wouldn’t be impressed with how you lost your patience

And you were right

He treaded closer to the game, his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed

“Y/N... Don’t get ahead of yourself”

He whispered, wishing you could hear him

Your opponent placed the ball in position to swing for goal

But you had gotten too far ahead of yourself

They swung their hockey stick

Your ankle was in the way

Usually, you wouldn’t be too bothered, bruises littering your ankle for a week after

This time, the stick was made of aluminium

The impact and pain that shot through your ankle brought you to the ground

Pain unbearable, you dropped your own stick and held your food

“Ow, ow, ow”

You mumbled sloppily, tears, saliva, and snot dribbling over your lips

You wanted to stand up and keep playing but the pain continued like an unforgiving clamp tightening on your ankle

Suddenly aware of how you look, you wiped your mouth from the fluids

You heard a whistle blow, but the pain caused for stars to dance in your vision

“Y/N-chan, eyes up here”

The stars from your eyes cleared, the sight of your boyfriend crouching next to you on the field shining through

You couldn’t form words, not that they would have helped

He immediately moved to take your shoe off, seeing how it had already started to swell 

It blew up like a balloon before your very eyes

“I’ll carry you”

Oikawa whispered, sliding an arm around your back and the other securely under your knees

Lifting you up, he escorted you off the field

He didn’t let you ride in the ambulance your coach called by yourself, holding your hand the whole way

It was definitely a bad break, being a pain through the recovery process as you could hardly apply any pressure on the foot

You were in a cast, and Oikawa wrote a lovey-dovey message on it that took up half the space

Once you were out of it Oikawa knew all the right physiological stretches in order to get you back on your feet to play again

He did a great job taking care of you, and you couldn't thank him more

Tsukishima:

Doesn’t effect your relationship that you were into swimming as that was not why he loved you

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like how you are training so hard for it

It’s the passion and love for swimming that he wishes he had for volleyball

To be honest, Tsukishima wouldn’t be worried about you getting hurt

He thinks swimming is not a very hazardous sport

Which is fairly true, so you don’t get injured during a specific race or anything

Your injury shows up slowly over time

Originally you shook it off, expecting that the soreness in your shoulders was just your muscles tired after a long two hours of lap after lap

However, it started getting worse, and you began to tell Tsukishima your concerns

He’d say something like, “Then just take your time at training. I can’t do anything about it. What did you expect me to say?”

Let’s be real, he’s kind of worried

Especially as he began to notice how you would wince after taking your bag off your shoulders, or if you reached up to the top shelf

The day he realised that you needed to get them checked out was when you had walked to his place after training

The whole walk there the straps of your bag felt a lot heavier

Your shoulders hurt, but the left was the worst one by fair

Shifting the weight of your bag to your right shoulder, you gave the left a rest

Soon enough you knocked on Tsukishima’s door and he opened quickly after

You dropped your bag inside the door and rubbed your shoulder

“Oi, Y/N, are you okay?”

Tsukishima asked, the way your sighed making his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly

“Yeah, but my shoulder is pretty bad”

You tell him, hoping that he’ll show some sympathy

He scooped up your bag and called for you to follow him to the couch

He left you there, leaving momentarily to drop your bag with your wet swimmers into the laundry

Soon, he plopped down on the couch beside you and turned on the tv

Carefully, he pulled you onto his lap and you instinctively dropped your head onto his shoulder

Instead of huffing slightly like he usually did, you pushed you forward 

“No, sit towards my knees”

You obeyed him, and he hovered his fingers over your shoulders

Smiling once you realised what he was going to do, you let him work his nibble fingers into your shoulders

He stopped if you whined, asking where to go from there

It really helped, you never realised how good Tsukishima was with his fingers (no... not like that)

You were putty in his hands, completely relaxed as you watched the tv 

Once you felt the tension was mostly gone, Tsukishima scooted out from underneath you to book a scan

When you had it, you discovered you had Bursitis 

(A/N: I have this in my shoulder and it sucks)

This required for lots of rest, icing, and careful exercise

You were off swimming for almost three months before Tsukishima was convinced that you could handle tending to it afterwards

When you got back to swimming, you wore a sling on the worst days and Tsukishima carried your bag for you

He raised his hand in class if you needed to ask a question, and made sure you never had to overexert your left arm

His favourite thing to do was tease you even more about having to get him to get stuff off the top shelves

You were shorter than him, but now you need him even more

When you use your condition as a counterargument he always says “aww, poor baby Y/N”

No doubt, he does certainly cared for you, but get ready for a long road ahead for the both of you

Tendo:

You’re a figure skater! And how he loves to watch you skate!

He gets so excited, you have no idea

Whether you are in a competition, or if you are just practicing, he gets so giddy and proud while watching you glide across the ice

Thinks you look so good in the costumes, no matter your body type 

If you were to have to travel internationally for a competition, you bet he’d be coming with you

Tendo does get into trouble when he disturbs your practise at the rink

But you always invite him to watch any time, not caring what your coach thought

Super supportive of you, it’s not funny

However, what is funny is that he has no idea all the technical terms or how the point system works

So, when he watches you during a comp, he’ll greet you off the ice with:

“BABE, THAT FANCY THING YOU DID WITH YOUR ARMS AFTER YOU LANDED FROM THE SPINNING-TOP-JUMPY-THING YOU DID WAS SO SEXY! YOU’VE GOT TO WIN! YOU LOOKED SO GOOD, MY PARADISE”

You double over in laughter every time he says something like that

You only just manage out a “Thank you, Tori” before you’re ushered off to get your score

The score you were appointed is half decent, placing you in third place

When you go to find Tendo so you can sit with him while watching the rest of the skaters, he appalled

“PARADISE, YOU DESERVED MUCH BETTER THAN THAT! I’D HAVE GIVEN YOU A 634.53!!”

“Satori, that’s basically impossible for a short program”

“I DON’T CARE BECAUSE IT IS WHAT YOU DESERVE”

It’s kind of embarrassing, in a large rink of people, for him to be yelling like that

But... it’s all because he thinks you are incredibly talented

Which is very sweet

Anyways, you injure yourself at practice 

Tendo had just got of his volleyball practice at Shiratorizawa and decided to swing by the rink

You were staying in late, your coach and the rest of the skaters had gone home, so it was just you and a few workers at the rink

Tendo burst in, the goofy grin on his face that cases his eyes to be forced shut by the adorable purity of it

You were focusing on a quadruple axel that you hadn’t perfected when he arrived

“Good evening, paradise! How are you-”

You had been halfway through the jump when you peeled your eyes open

Immediately happy to see him, you smiled brightly

But, your excitement cost you the landing

You slipped, landing harshly onto the ice on your hip with a thud, the water soaking into your tights

“Y/N!”

Tendo dropped his bags, running and sliding his lanky body across the ice on his knees to where you had sprawled out

There was certainly going to be really bad bruise there, you could tell

But the coolness of the ice made your hip numb to the pain

“Are you okay? I scared you, didn’t I?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way Tendo was leaning over you, now having soaked knees too

“Yeah, you did”

“Let’s take you home and have a nice warm shower, hey?”

You agreed, leading him off the ice with both of your hands in his, because the psycho had run onto the ice with no skates on

The two of you walked home, the whole time you noticing the numbness leaving your hip

While having your shower, you checked your hip to find a dark purple bruise the size of your hand, raw to the touch

You took a shower, afterwards putting on some underwear and one of your boyfriend’s large shirts

Leaving your room, you enter the living room find Tendo sprawled on the couch

He made a comment about how good you look, leaving you giggling

You grabbed an icepack from the freezer and a tea towel to wrap it in

Laying on top of Tendo, you rolled on your side to have your bruised hip facing the ceiling

“Whatcha got there?”

Tendo asked

You flashed the icepack in front of his face, before quickly wrapping it up

Pulling the oversized shirt over your hip, you exposed the bruise to your boyfriend

“This is what you did to me, you scary man”

You joke, poking him in the cheek

The colour drained from his face in a split second, and he let out a cry of agony

“No! I’m so sorry! How can I make you feel better?”

He leaned over you, pressing scattered kisses over the bruise and mumbling sorry between each one

You knew he was trying to be feathery with his kisses, but the slightest pressure hurt

So, you pushed his head away

“Ow, Tori, that hurts. You can hold the ice for me”

He does as he’s told and you thank him, kindly

He has eagle eyes on you constantly after that, acting like your personal bodyguard

Makes sure he’s always on the side that is bruised at school, so that no one can bump it

Lines your bed with pillows, as to not accidentally bump it on the wall

Stops you from walking if you don’t have to, in which you tell him he’s fine

You try reassuring him by saying that it could have been worse, but that makes him even more wary when you skate knowing that worse could happen to you

Asahi:

He’s adorable, constantly being supportive during your games of netball

Out of everyone, he’s the most likely to be worried about possible injury

Even though it’s a fairly safer sport, Asahi makes sure that you are reminded of every possible scenario that he had made up in his head before a game

You’d shut him up with a kiss to the lips, but he’ll be trembling when you walk away

Understands the game, not needing much help with keeping up with points or rules

He’ll calm down eventually while watching you play, focusing on silently praising you

Secretly a fan of the uniform, don’t tell anyone - he’d be so embarrassed

Doesn’t come to practice often because of the clashes with his volleyball training

When you got injured during a game, thank goodness Nishinoya had joined him to cheer you on

The energy Nishinoya brought to the sidelines motivated Asahi to cheer more too

Usually, you’d wave to him after getting a point and he’d wave back

But you could actually hear him because of Noya

You had in the back of your head to thank him for bringing him out of his shell

Have of the reason he never went to your practice because he was scared the other players would have thought he was some creepy middle-aged man there to stare at them in their uniforms

That’s why he always came to your games without fail, to make up for it and because he felt safer from a distance

However, Nishinoya had dragged him to the front, which he was hesitant about at first

But when he saw how excited you were to see him so close made him smile 

You were in perfect position to receive the ball in order to shoot

Your teammates passed back and forth, approaching you slowly

“I’m free! Guys!”

You gained their attention, and they sent the ball your way

You caught it and immediately shot for the goal while the opponents were distracted

“Come on, Y/N!” 

Both Nishinoya and Asahi shouted, Noya obviously the loudest

The first shot missed, but you quickly caught it and shot again

This time, the ball landed through the hoop and the whistle blown to confirm that it was a point 

You could hear Asahi and Nishinoya celebrating on the sidelines

Pumping your fists in the air, you brushed your forearm against the goal post

A nail had been sticking out of it, slicing through your skin

You immediately hissed, the pain stinging dramatically

You grab your arm, searching to find a massive gash down the length of your forearm

Blood poured from the wound and you called your coach

They immediately brought you off once they saw the red liquid

Asahi was worried, slipping around to where you were holding a towel to your arm

Hissing in pain, you found Asahi approaching

“Y-Y/N, what happened?”

He could see the pain laced into your face, shaking nervously

You wanted to hide it, afraid of how he would react

Carefully, you removed the damp cloth from the wound with a hiss as the air hit the tenderness

“I’m gonna need stitches”

You hissed through your teeth, turning to show Asahi

By then Nishinoya had arrived by Asahi, and at the perfect time

One look at the way your arm had been split open with blood gushing from the open wound...

And Asahi had fainted

Luckily Nishinoya was there to catch him and lower him to the ground

Now you were more worried for Asahi than yourself, to be honest

With Asahi out of commission, your coach had to take you to get you almost twenty stitches

Nishinoya stayed back to make sure Asahi woke up safely, and when he did, he was anxiously asking where you were and how you were

Asahi dropped into your place after finding out you were out of hospital, pulling you into a hug

Of course you made sure he was okay after his episode too

Constant tender touches while you healed, and soft kisses over the patch on your arm

He treated you like an absolute princess, especially after Nishinoya had scared him again by saying “I think she’ll need to get it amputated” right after he woke up

Fainted again when he went with you to get the stitches removed

Kageyama:

This boy does not get rugby at all

He tries, because he’s smart enough to pick it up if he wanted to

But, he’s more impressed with sports that involve more ‘thinking and skill’

What is impressive to him, however, is how fit and strong you are

Even though he is still taller than you, he almost feels like you are the bigger person in the relationship with the muscle you have

Likes being small spoon with your figure

Silently admires your athletic ability, and thinks you are really cool whenever you make a massive run down the field

Kageyama likes to watch when you win

He gets so blushy and excited when you bound into his arms after a good game 

Unfortunately, he’s very busy with volleyball, unable to make many training sessions or games

He tries his hardest to be at your training grounds in time to walk home with you

He tries to keep his Saturday’s free to be with you or at your games

Recently, he had been even more busy, and this week he couldn’t make it too 

This team had been tough, with a lot of bigger players 

You were sort of struggling to break past them, unable to score any tries

All you remember was receiving the ball, trying to break through the wall they had created

You had run headfirst into the players, and the next thing you knew...

You woke up in hospital

Your head was wrapped up, and it thumped painfully

Trying to sit up hurt your head, so you laid back down

With how fuzzy your head was, you failed to notice Kageyama sitting in the corner with a carton of milk

He had been anxiously twiddling his thumbs while emptying carton after carton

When your eyes opened, he shot up, hurrying to your bedside

You finally noticed him, smiling softly at the pout on his lips and the shine of glossiness in his eyes

“Tobio...”

Even speaking hurt your head

“Don’t speak if it hurts”

Kageyama basically read your mind, taking your hand in his and placing your open palm on his cheek

“You’re such a dumbass, scaring me like that”

He rested his head on the bed next to you on the bed

You glided your thumb over his cheek, watching as the pout on his lips began to tremble slightly

Whining slightly in order to awe at him, you whispered

“I’m sorry...”

“Why did it happen the one game I can’t make it... damn it... I should have been there”

You shifted your head, ignoring the pain, in order to get a better view of him

His dark blue eyed were sparkling with tears, and you mumbled

“No... baby...”

Kageyama ignored you, turning to press his face into the white sheet on your thighs, blinking back his tears

“I was scared...”

He mumbled in a cracked voice into your thigh

You took his face in your hands and carefully pulled him towards your face

Giving him a kiss to his nose, you let him lay his head on your chest

“Don’t cry... I’m here”

You croaked, threading your fingers through his raven hair

The recovery process was long and hard, having received severe head trauma

You were in hospital for another day after you woke up for tests and to make sure you could stand without fainting

Kageyama stayed with you the entire time, only leaving when your parents insisted he get some sleep

After this, your parents were certain you could marry him, not kidding

He treated you like glass whenever he saw you, especially when you took the time off school

He would accidentally yell at you if he saw you up and about, but immediately took it back and apologised 

Poor Hinata got all of Kageyama’s pent up anger about everything, being unable to yell at you

When you return to school, he’s like your shadow, following you around and making sure you’re drinking enough water

Reassure him that it wasn’t his fault and that you’re not going anywhere

Haikyuu boys with a moody s/o

Requested by a lovely anon: hey hey hey :)) can you do hc’s for Bokuto, Sugawara and Tendō with a S/O who’s pretty moody(and how they handle it), the mood swings can vary from being pissed off over the littlest thing to a few minutes later to being a soft big baby. hehe~ I hope you get what I’m trying to say, English isn’t my fist language 🥺❤️

A/N: Hi lovely! Thank you so much for requesting! This was fun to do and don’t worry, your English was great <3 Sorry this is a little late…

Bokuto:

Oh boy

You two give Akaashi so much trouble

Being just as unstable as your boyfriend, you two were one big mess

He can switch between angry, sad, and a big softie just as fast as you can

Bokuto’s mood swings usually occur when he’s playing volleyball, but yours happen in any situation

His have to be provoked more than yours, which causes all sorts of problems

If you start crying randomly, he will

The two of you will cry together on your couch over who knows what

Bokuto would be crying about a different reason, however

“Y/N, don’t cryyyyy”

He’d sound like a hypocrite as he’s sobbing even more than you

You always perk up eventually, ending up having to consult him instead

“Kotaro, I’m okay now”

“Yeah, but I don’t like seeing you cry…”

When you get angry, Bokuto would encourage you, honestly

If you’re angry at someone, he’ll definitely get up in their face

You bet if you stub your toe or something and are mad at the table, Bokuto would beat it up

If it really hurt you, he’ll literally take it outside

That’s when you snap out of it and start crying, freaking out about destroying the table

Bokuto could rip a coffee table in half if it hurt his precious s/o

He loves your soft side, and relishes in it

The cuddles you give him when you’re in the softest of softest moods

Lives for when you use the baby voice and awes at you

“Baby, give me cuddles…”

Bokuto will break down into tears if you’re too cute and then you will because he’s crying

It’s a cycle

That’s behind closed doors

If you are ever out with Akaashi and Bokuto and you both had an episode of “emo mode”

He’ll have his work cut out for him

Even more so if you are both in the troublemaking mood

You are his leash children

Sugawara:

He can handle it, 100%

After all, he’s the wine aunt of Karasuno, definitely not the mum

He has to deal with all types of personalities, from Tanaka and Nishinoya, to Asahi and Yamaguchi

Some mood swings are nothing, especially when he cares so much about you

He tries his hardest to be patient, and he is naturally so

I bet he has a notebook keeping track of your mood swings and how to handle them

That makes him the best whenever you have a break down over the tiniest thing

Maybe you were trying to pick up a ladybug and it flew away

You’ll cry, and Suga will whip out the ice cream or whatever he knows helps you when you’re sad

Cuddling is so soft with him, it’d be so giggly

You’d be cheering up in seconds if you were in the mood that required cuddling to fix it

If you get angry, he often forgets that he takes responsibility for you

Let’s say a seagull steals your food while you were on a date with him at the beach and you go absolutely rabid

You’re running around the beach with a shoe in hand trying to hit it

You’re cussing and yelling that you’ll, quote, “beat the wings off of the pigeon dork”

Yeah, you know it’s not a pigeon, but that’s not important

Suga will be standing on his chair, clapping and laughing

“Yeah! Get your burger, baby!”

He doesn’t notice the people staring in horror as you angrily storm across the beach

When he does, he quickly realised that he should probably stop you

Then you’ll cry because now you don’t have food

So Suga shares with you

Much like Bokuto, if you’re ever in your cuddly mode, he’s thrilled

Relishes in the time, so he locks you in so you can’t get away

If you cry because he won’t let you go, I bet he’ll blow raspberries on you or tickle you

He looks like the kind of guy who would

When you’re in your bouncy and happy mode, sometimes he struggles to keep up with you

Suga encourages you from the sidelines if you’re doing something probably illegal or dangerous

If he thinks you’re gonna hurt yourself, he’ll stop you

You bet he rewards you if you have a day when you don’t cry once

He’s like one of those primary school teachers who give you a star sticker when you do something good

You better love him, because I will if you don’t

Tendo:

He doesn’t know what he’s doing, really

He’s like a mix between Bokuto and Suga

Sometimes, he freaks out and doesn’t know what to do with you, or he’s joining in

It’s mainly when you cry that he freaks out

He can hardly handle his own emotions, let alone his s/o’s

He’ll try to ask you what’s wrong, then you’ll only cry harder because he doesn’t get why you would cry over not being able to pull the price sticker off a book

That’s when he freaks out, full on running circles

Slowly he begins to guess what kind of mood you’re gonna be in

Much like his blocking technique, he gets scarily accurate at it

Not that it helps him deal with it, it just makes it less of a surprise for him

Tendo isn’t fragile, so he won’t cry when you cry

However, he’ll laugh when you get angry

That only aggravates you, causing you to turn your anger on him

It turns into a game, where he runs around the house cackling while you throw various objects at him

It’s all fun and games until you begin to get upset over trying to harm him

You apologise profusely to him while crying, and he pulls you into a hug

“Aww, paradise, I started it”

“No… b-but… but, I tried to throw the… the kettle at you”

He’ll only laugh at you more and have to awkwardly stand with you in the middle of the hallway while you cry

Tendo will notice a few things that like when you’re in each mood to calm you down

He begins to make it his priority to be prepared for the mood swing he has predicted for exactly 10:43pm

Absolutely thrives when you have the sudden urge to do something spontaneous

His favourite thing to do with you is push each other around in trolleys in carparks

If you get all soft, he teases you to no end

He loves wrapping all his limbs around you and keeping you in place for hours

Predicts right when the mood will end, and can’t handle it

Just because it interrupted your cuddles

Super sweet and fun, but he’s freaking out on the inside

Don’t rely on him too much, or he’ll start to crumble

How the Haikyuu guys sleep

Genre: fluff I guess

Warnings: half x reader half general headcanons idk what I was trying to write

A/N: this may crush some dreams, sorry

Karasuno:

Daichi: he snores like a dad I’m sorry, you can’t get a full night’s sleep when he snores in your ear like that. Stiff cuddler - you see the way he lies. He’s like a log

Suga: doesn’t snore but he whispers in his sleep, you have no idea what he’s saying because it’s very soft. He smells nice so his pillow always smells astronomically good. Cradles you like a baby if you have trouble sleeping. Wakes you up with tickles

Asahi: a soft snorer but he does that thing where he breathes in and chokes on his spit and ends up sputtering everywhere 😭 Latches onto your arm and his hair always gets in his way somehow

Tanaka: he grumbles?? like a bear?? Kind of like talking in his sleep but it’s really aggressive for some reason?? His bedsheets haven’t been washed in years

Nishinoya: you can’t even find his bed because it is so covered in clothes and other rubbish. He has to be a sleepwalker, come on. You’ll find him curled up in one of the kitchen cabinets in the morning

Ennoshita: loves setting the atmosphere with scented candles before blowing them out to go to sleep to the nice smell (has definitely forgotten to blow them out and almost started a house fire) Good cuddles, soft, very nice 👍

Kageyama: sleeps with his back turned to you and falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. He just says “goodnight” rolls over and “😑” Wakes up way too early for practise or to go for a run

Hinata: has a smile on his face when he sleeps!! vv cute!! Curls into the tiniest ball too!! vv tiny!! You have to be the big spoon, I don’t make the rules. Probably hugs his pillow or a volleyball

Yamaguchi: bright red if you’re sharing the bed with him 🥺 probably doesn’t sleep for ages because he’s so nervous. I don’t know why but I feel that he needs to have like a hot chocolate or tea before bed

Tsukishima: sleeps with his headphones on and listens to music. Either that or he needs white noise. Sleeps like a pole, the only way you are getting cuddles is if you hug him 💀

Nekoma:

Kuroo: we all know he sleeps on his stomach with his head squished between two pillows. Don’t know how he breathes but ok. Latches you to him with one arm and strokes your hair. Ceo of breakfast in bed the next morning, with his cat/s of course 

Kenma: he doesn’t sleep

Lev: your blanket is his now 🙃 and his legs get in the way, you might even get kicked in the face. Other than that, I feel like he’s a really pretty sleeper. The blankets all are a mess and his limbs are everywhere but his face is really pretty

Yaku: finds it hard to sleep because he’s so stressed because of Lev. Needs warm milk to fall asleep and the conditions need to be just right. Help him meditate a bit and relax him then he’ll give you some nice cuddles

Yamamoto: just like Tanaka he grumbles in his sleep and has really crusty sheets. He doesn’t cuddle you, you’d have to fight his waifu body pillow to earn cuddle rights and establish dominance

Aoba Johsai:

Oikawa: fakes snoring softly because he likes you’ll find it cute, it’s annoying. It used to be that overdramatic whistling exhale but now its real. Immaculate cuddler tho, definitely gives you a shirt of his to wear to bed

Iwaizumi: he sweats so much in his sleep... it’s gross. Mucks around with the temperature of the ac way too much because he gets too hot. Then he gets too cold, you get it. Strong arms to cuddle with, only if he used them

Matsukawa: definitely snores, but not as dad-like like Daichi. Is the type to stick one leg out of the covers to keep his body temperature just right. That leg is used to hug yours when you two cuddle

Hanamaki: sleeps naked,, kind of uncomfy if you’re in there as well. Luckily he sleeps fairly still so that he isn’t flinging his stuff all over you if you get what a mean 😬

Kyotani: you’d think he’d be another growler, but he’s dead silent. If you didn’t sleep with your head on his chest to hear his heartbeat you’d think he was dead. Also a pretty sleeper, idky but I think he’s pretty 👉👈

Fukurodani:

Bokuto: it’s canon that this baby sleeps with the biggest smile on his face (like owl father like crow son) Hoots in his sleep!!! Inhales deeply and exhales like “hoooot~”. Biggest cuddle bug, please hold him close to your chest

Akaashi: ceo of pretty sleepers right here. Always reads before bed and sometimes gets lost in the pages that you fall asleep on his lap. That’s when he turns off the lamp. Loves playing with your hair or having you play with his

Konoha: keeps his window open to sleep, he likes the natural breeze. I reckon he’d get a little annoyed if you were a clingy sleeper because he likes his own space

Shiratorizawa:

Ushijima: canon that he sleeps with a volleyball on his bed. Definitely sleeps like a brick wall (to match his personality) but anyways. Thinks that bed is for sleeping, doesn't get why you want to cuddle him

Tendo: sleeps with his eyes open- I’m kidding that’d be terrifying. Sleeps with Pokemon plushies like the cutie he is 🥺 Hugs you with all his might the entire night, the plushies between you, arghhh he’s so cute. Please tell him he’s beautiful before he falls asleep, he’ll be in such a good mood the next day

Semi: sleeping playlists, one for every night of the week. Plays it all night and has his morning one queued up for you to wake up to. Also a very pretty sleeper with the best smelling sheets

Goshiki: restless sleep-talker. Rolls about, snores - when he’s not snoring he’s monologuing whatever is in his dream. Tiny spoon, not little spoon, tiny spoon, hug him

Inarizaki:

Atsumu: menace. Literally argues with Osamu in his sleep, even acts it out. Blanket stealer, but has to dramatically tug it off you to emphasise his argument you’re hearing every word of 🙄 Genuinely doesn’t know that he does it

Osamu: as quiet and brilliant of a sleeper he is, with the softest cuddles, the best part is how he wakes you up. Soft kisses, soft sunlight, and his cooking. Definitely insists that you wear one of his jumpers to bed

Aran: perfect man, soft as a teddy bear. Bit of a snorer though, but is trying to fix it because he thinks it bothers you. Like I said: perfect man. Big strong arms to hold you in

Suna: enjoys cuddles the most I reckon, he finds it comforting. A spinet sleeper also, but his breathing pattern is really nice to fall asleep to. instead of a pretty sleeper, he somehow is a hot sleeper

Kita: because of how much he values the process, his bed is so neat and perfect. The type to flip his pillow to the cold side. Plays a rainy-day podcast, and has ambient lighting. So relaxing to share a bed with, honestly

Date Tech:

Aone: soft boy, teddy bear. Very awkward at first but be patient with him please😇. Large bed for a large boy, plenty of space. But he tends to stay in one place holding you so softly like he could break you

Koganegawa: he’s such an inviting sleeper, I can’t describe it. He looks so cozy and happy that you just want to join him, ya know? Talks in his sleep too, but he says stuff like “can I be your friend?” and “you’re so cool”

Other Teams:

Sakusa: his bed is perfect, clean sheets every single night, especially if you’re sharing with him. Fifty-step skincare routine he does before bed. Let’s say he’s comfortable enough to cuddle you, he cradles the back of your head. Also loves to sleep on your chest and have you rake your nails along his spine 🙈

Terushima: another hot sleeper, great cuddles too. I feel that he parties a lot so he doesn’t sleep until 2 or 3 am when he’s not because he’s ruined his sleep schedule 

Hoshiumi: aggressive cuddler. Will hug you so tight. Sleeps halfway down the bed in a little ball surrounded by pillows. Coos like a bird, but he does that aggressively too