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AOBA JOHSAI

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

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FUKURODANI

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INARIZAKI

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ITACHIYAMA

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KARASUNO

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NEKOMA

KUROO TETSURO

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SHIRATORIZAWA

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Ranaway Rich Girl ┊ Kita Shinsuke

𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 a wealthy girl from all the way Tokyo ends up passing out in front of the Kita household, the house of Inarizaki male volleyball Captain. Kita Shinsuke.

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ genre: romance, drama, comedy, josei.

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I read this fic so often it’s almost shameful

Feral (Tendou x F! Reader)

Hey! Here’s Nyx being super late with a collab fic for the Haikyuu Headquarters Collab, which can be found here! 

Special shout outs to @the-great-queen and @fallingintoimagination for getting me hooked on Feral Tendy <3 and @mammonrights for bein a heathen with me.

Warnings: Biting, Marking, Slight breeding kink cause it’s me, A lil bit of predator/prey play, and NSFW abound~ 

You quite enjoyed the calm, lazy weekends where you curled up with a book or movie, ignoring the outside world and the coming work week. The same couldn’t be said for your friend, currently draped over your lap, whining.

“I’m so bored, let’s do something fun.” Tendou looked up at you with pleading eyes as you kept watching your show. You were only a few episodes out from the season finale, and you weren’t too keen on stopping now.

“I am having fun, Sa-to-ri.” You grinned, glancing down at him, “It’s not my fault you don’t have any taste.” He pouted at you, the teasing something that had thrived in your friendship.

“It’s not my fault I’ve already read the whole series before the show started. I could tell you what happens if you want.” Your attention turned fully to him, what he wanted all along.

“You wouldn’t dare, Tendou.” You tried to keep your gaze hard on him, despite the growing grin on his face.

“Ooh, pulling out the last name, that hurts.” He put a mocking hand over his chest. “And I wouldn’t have to ruin the whole series for you if you just entertained me a little.” You huffed, pausing the show and giving him an unamused glare.

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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?"

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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