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theaonlax · 15 days

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Set break

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #bokuaka #college is killin me #anyway imma go watch the haikyuu movie today YAYYY

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ghost-recs · 2 months

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Oikawa SMAU Rec

nonsense by @idlerin

synopsis: university student, chaotic friend group, and up and coming actor/model oikawa tooru as your secret ex, what could go wrong?

the perfect combination of angst, cuteness, and humor that left me a puddle for oikawa tooru (i highly recommend the playlist too, pls pls).

syrup by @eggyrocks

synopsis: oikawa, to put it bluntly, is love sick. unfortunately, there is a bit of an obstacle in the way of his happy ever after with you...

lots of crack and chaos. humor that has me going. [ongoing...]

pose for me by @authentictiramis

synopsis: vlogging au where two groups decide to collab, simping ensues.

short and sweet, full of fluff and some humor. cute!

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kiwanopie · 2 years

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Strawberry Jam

Your best friend has a sweet tooth.

cw: college!bokuto, oral(f!receving), dubcon, manhandling if you squint. 1.3k

“Ah shit!” Bokuto frowns. “I dropped my pencil.”

You absently hum at the sound of his voice from the ledge of your laptop. “Hm-?”

The sound of a skidding chair barely disrupts your line of focus from where it’s locked on your midterm - but the sound of his head knocking a bit against the underside of the table does pull a little chuckle from you. You glance at your keyboard through a few dull taps on your mousepad, but at the very least you’re considerate enough to mumble a quiet ‘You okay?’

Bokuto makes a huffy little whining sound that you opt to ignore in favor of letting your best friend crawl about the carpet like a mouse. Patting his palms against the plush nylon of your bedroom floor as he searches for his pencil, and you’re really no help when you make less than an effort to move your legs as he knocks against them.

The blue light turns the darkening room behind you a washed navy, whatever he just knocked his back against just unplugged the desk light. “You can just borrow one of mine y’know.”

“But this one’s special! It has my name engraved on it and everything!”

“Why would you-“ You spam the backspace bar for a loud couple clicks. “Why would you buy something like that if you know it’s gonna get shaved away anyway?”

“Because it’s cool… And I’ll know if someone steals it!”

Bokuto roots for the little punctures on the outlet through a few messy jabs of his fingers. “Your room eats up all my stuff.”

The fact that you can physically hear him pouting is enough to make you wanna audibly scoff. Especially when his little nest across the hall has already swallowed up a pair of your headphones, a few mismatched socks, and a volume of that manga you’ve been collecting since last spring. And anyways, it’s totally his fault. He’s the one who keeps treating your room like a second bedroom. You can’t even sift through your hamper without finding some of your clothes mixed up with his.

But instead of making that point, you pull a little piece of skin off your bottom lip that tastes metallic when you tuck it under your tongue, switching tabs to double check your sources and mumble a little sarcastically under your breath. “Sorry ‘bout my room eating your stuff.”

The way the room bursts into a warm haze barely phases you anymore than the hollow tap of thin wood clinking just before your feet. If Bokuto’s gasp should mean anything, a number two pencil gets to live to see another day.

“Find it?”

“I found it!”

Bokuto snorts at your halfhearted ‘Hoorah.” as he turns on his knees to crawl out from under the table. Blithely grunting his way through the cramped little space, but stopping on the heel of his palm when he notices something.

“Oh, hey!”

“Hmm?”

He ducks his head for a better view of your skirt. “What’s up with these undies?”

“Hm? Oh.” You lift your back a little, even still your eyes are locked on the screen. “You got a problem with Strawberry Shortcake?”

“No, I like them! They’re cute.”

You blow a tickled breath out through your nose. You should kick him for being a perv and peeking up your skirt. But really you’re just thankful he didn’t tease you for being childish after you just ragged on his special pencil.

Your elbow digs into the desk with a squeak as you rest your jaw in your palm, your voice is an absent drone. “Thanks, they’re strawberry flavored.”

The shift key clicks as you start a new paragraph.

And then your knees are colliding with the table. “Wha- They’re not actually strawberry flavored!”

The way you startledly flinch is hardly enough to deter Bokuto’s hot mouth from the front side of your panties, but the way he hums - runs a thorough lick through your clothed slit and pulls away, makes it hard for you not to outwardly shutter. “They’re not? No way, I totally taste it.”

“Bokut-“ You lay your hand against his scalp when he leans in to dig his nose in. “Don’t just start doing something like that out of nowhere!”

Wow, he’s really slobbering all over those poor things isn’t he? “Y’want me to stop?”

“N-…No, but-”

He digs his tongue in with a fervor.

It’s a few tempered licks before he’s finally reaching forward to tug your panties to the side, molten tongue massaging attentively over your clit as the way he’s all but mushing his head into your soaked cunt inclines you to scoot into your seat. - Although the distance is short lived. You’re helpless to stop him when he uses his weight to push the chair back enough to lift his head freely, and you're all but yanked onto your back as he secures your legs over his shoulders, lifting on his knees to eat you out from a better angle.

The position is a little awkward but the sensation is incredible. This guy is drinking you up like it’s all he knows how to do. The angle opens you up from top to bottom, his tongue doesn’t leave a spot untouched. You’d almost be embarrassed with all the noise you’re making, but his drunken moans are a contest to yours.

“Ko, you’re-“ Oh god, your poor chair. “You’re… making such a mess…!”

He makes a gluttonned sound of indignation. “S’your fault. ‘Pussy tastes so good…”

You whine. That’s your best friend talking to you like that. You don’t even know where this came from. One minute he’s a bumbling teddy bear, rooting around your carpet for his stupid novelty pencil, the next he’s-

“You’re g’nna cum in my mouth?” He noses your clit. “Gonna let me drink your cum? Yeah?”

You claw at the arms locked over your thighs. “Koutarou! K-Ko! Fuck… Oh my god…”

“You taste so fucking sweet. What kind of friend holds out on another when they know they’ve got the-“ The way he spits on your messy cunt makes your pretty eyes roll. “Most perfectest pussy in the whole wide world?”

That’s not a word. But you get the sentiment. Especially when he punctuates it by circling his middle finger around your tight little hole and eases it in with his tongue pressed against your clit. Deep guttural groan that reverberates throughout your entire body at the way your cunt suckles on his finger, gushing for him so eagerly that you start to drip down his arm. Your pretty pussy seems intent on making him fall in love with it. Love struck even when he slides another finger in. And it’s all he can do not go mad when you start to drunkenly hump into his face.

“Oh god, Ko! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Bokuto moans as your legs lock behind his shoulders, you’re so fucking hot he could die. “Mhm! Mhm!”

He’s rocking into you so thoroughly with his fingers that the chair starts to creek. The way the veins in his arm deliciously pop is enough to send you over the edge. “Ohhhh fuck! Cumming! m’ cumming!”

Bokuto sloshes his tongue over your clit as you spasm around his fingers. Wet noises double in volume as he continues to fuck into you, even when your leg kicks up from the amount of overstimulation. He just barely gives when you start to push his head away.

“Sorry, sorry!” Bokuto raises his head. “You’re just too fucking good.”

He helps you shimmy your sodden panties down your legs as you tiredly upright yourself in your seat, kissing your knee for good measure. “Hey, we’re still friends right?”

You nod. Though your throbbing clit says otherwise. “Yeah, you’re still my buddy.”

“Yay!” And you could almost giggle at how happy-go-lucky he can still look with your cum all over his face.

He holds your soaked underwear in his hand and they squish a little in his palm. “Can I keep these?”

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#‘you’re best friend has a sweet tooth’ im so smart #hq smut #bokuto smut #college!bokuto #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto x reader #hq bokuto #bokuto imagines #bokuto x you #msby bokuto #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#hq x reader #haikyuu!! smut #hq oneshot #haikyuu oneshot

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hlxtn · 1 year

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#anime #anime aesthetic #art #illustration #anime art #anime fanart #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanart #atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu fanart #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu miya fanart #college au

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hinata-boke · 1 year

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iwa commission for @prettyiwa!

#haikyuu #iwaizumi hajime #my art #commissions #thank you for commissioning!#a college lad <3

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idlerin · 3 months

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love sick — 02. aren’t you like, cupid

romance 101; guideline #54 — keep it real, the movies give butterflies but they’re often misleading. when you show affection, don’t follow a script.

masterlist — previous | next

❥ fun facts !

[name] is in the marketing program.

kiyoko models on the side, she’s slowly been appearing in fashion shows.

kageyama has been drinking orange soda 3x a day, it’s a new addiction.

love sick ! a suna rintarou social media au

synopsis. cupid! calling cupid! as the resident matchmaker slash hopeless romantic of tokyo university, you are the person people look for to get love advice or to set them up with the love of their lives. when suna rintarou comes to you asking for the opposite, to help fend people away from trying to get with him, to the extremes of even asking to fake date you, you couldn't refuse! mostly because you did owe him since he was on the receiving end of a bunch of your clients’ unsuccessful love efforts (hey, you do warn them your matchmaking only has a 62.3% success rate).

a/n — i was just rlly itching to update ! lol, i was also rlly productive schoolwork-wise today hehe

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bizkitsnuggets · 20 days

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MOTORCYCLES & A PASSION

— M. ATSUMU x FEMALE READER (smau)

main m.list

synopsis: in which atsumu miya is helplessly in love with yn but can't make a move until his professor partners them up for a project.

fluff, atsumu being a dummy, sort of dense yn, tiny angst, college au

status: completed (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

introduction: alpha sigma fr || foursome (what!)

a/n: hey sry if this is bad 🤕

likes and rebloggs are vv appreciated!!!

chapters —

chapters with ✎ are written parts.

01: a wreck ✎

02: oddball

03: a ride? already? ✎

04: crisis

05: nana addict

06: nana addict pt. 2

07: ppl w/ bleached hair sux ✎

08: territorial feelings

09: cuddles and nana

10: what did you do? ✎

11: stupidity at its finest

12: animals and regrets ✎

13: 4ever your passenger princess

bonus chapter

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sliceofsugoii · 2 years

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College Bokuto stucks in my head rents free forever

#bokuto fanart #bokuto #fanart #haikyuu art #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu!!#hq art #im sobbing #if he can make it then i can make it too #oh the potential of college AU

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rinablet · 11 months

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sailor captains (and tuxedo suga!)

based on an AU by my friend jared and i (link to the fic in the replies!)

#sugawara koushi #daichi sawamura #oikawa tōru #kuroo tetsurou #bokuto kōtarō #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#hq #daisuga #mworks #long post #featuring my oc: daisuga's cat ninja!#i just think skirts and high heels look good on everyone #honesly at first i just thought it would be funny that for daichi on top of being a captain of a volleyball club and an eldest of 5 #AND being a student in thr college prep class #he has to save the world(while also dealing with his crush on his vice captain)

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tahdashi · 2 years

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fluff ⊹ college au

as much as he hates to admit it to himself, osamu is struggling.

he wants to be strong — someone you could depend on, someone you could run to when life’s wearing you down, someone you could simply feel content and safe with. his thoughts were plagued with the notion that he was anything but that someone to you.

and that’s why he does everything in his ability to bring that radiant smile — the one he finds himself daydreaming about — to the curve of your lips.

while his friends go out to dingy frat houses, singing at the top of their lungs as they celebrate their freedom and youth, osamu picks up the night shift at the diner by his apartment. he started working there his first year, hoping to make some extra money so his mom wouldn’t have to worry about him from miles and miles away. the owner was a sweet man, roughly in his 60s, often humming an incomprehensible tune as he chopped vegetables and meat. truthfully, osamu didn’t mind working extra shifts while his friends went out (they’d call him boring and a workaholic, but he didn’t care). in fact, he was happy to make extra money if it meant that he could take you out to a fancy dinner (a local ramen restaurant), buy you dessert afterward (a quick stop to the convenience store with a smile on his face as he watches the light from the freezer section reflect in your eyes), and surprise you with flowers to end the night (hand-picked from the field a couple miles off campus).

perhaps he should be living like the rest — either catching up on assignments in the library or coming back home stumbling and slurring his words. perhaps he should start saving his money like you always tell him to, but he’s only twenty and feels no reason to.

he’d much rather be here, at the silver counter at the back of the diner kitchen, experimenting with different sauces while the man next to him hums the same usual love song. this time, the aura’s a bit different. the man has a smile on his face, he’s chopping the green onion at a slow beat as if there’s a metronome playing in his head.

“son, ya like cookin’, don’t ya?”

“i do, sir,” osamu continues to add garlic to the simmering sauce in his pan, a sugary sheen glazing over it.

“why not cook at home? bring that special someone ya keep thinkin’ about,” he jerks his elbow towards osamu’s arm.

“i like working here. i like the people, and the food, and the sounds.”

osamu also likes how you visit him every friday when your classes end. without a doubt, rain or shine, you’ll glide into the diner with a soft smile on your lips. he likes how you walk over to the counter and ask him if there’s a ‘samu around. he also likes how you look behind him, checking on the man who’s too busy tapping his wooden spoon against the pot to notice, before placing a gentle kiss to his lips. and in that moment, he lets himself close his eyes, relax a little, melt into it like softened butter.

and when you pull away, you see the sleepiness in his eyes. you always wonder how he goes to class, comes to work, goes to the library to work on assignments, and then rushes back to the diner after he eats so he can work another shift. bringing your hand up to cradle his cheek, you ask if he’s okay. he leans into the warmth of your skin for a second before giving you a quick nod.

“i’m almost done with my shift. wanna go out for somethin’ in a bit?”

“we don’t have to eat out today,” you tell him, tugging on his sleeve like you always do when you insist on staying in.

“not even ice cream? ya said ya wanted to try that shit-lookin' chocolate one.”

“if your shit looks like that i’m a bit concerned for you,” you tell him, twirling his sleeve around your fingers. his teeth peek out from his lips in a dimply smile, one that has you swooning. "no shit-lookin' ice cream today."

"then what do ya wanna do? it's friday night, ya should do something fun." you notice the way he excludes himself from his words.

"how about we just chill at my place tonight? watch a movie or something? i still have those chips you like," you insist. "and my roommates aren't home. stay as long as you want?"

oh, how 'samu loves your place — the comfort of your bed, your sheets that smell like you. he can't help but nod a bit too eagerly, catching your hand in his larger ones.

he gets back to work as quick as he can, not wanting you to leave you waiting, but truthfully, you don't mind. you watch his back flex in his black uniform as he wipes down the counter. osamu can feel your eyes on him, and suddenly he has love songs blooming in his mind, wisps of a sweet melody coursing through his veins.

you're too good for him, he thinks. you don't mind his chaste kisses when he's in a rush, or when he decides to nap on your shoulder between classes.

he throws his boss a quick wave before throwing on his jacket, shoving his arm into the sleeve as he stumbles towards the front of the diner to see you again. you look up at him with something like ardor and solace swimming in your eyes. placing a quick kiss to the top of your head, osamu slips his hand into yours.

"sorry, babe, took me longer than usual to check inventory," he apologizes, squeezing your hand a couple times as the brisk air touches your skin.

"'s all good. i like watching you work. you're all focused in there."

"gotta be or that man's gonna throw me out. how else am i gonna pay for your expensive ass drinks?"

"all that for a matcha with sweet cream cold foam," you squeeze his hand back in appreciation.

"yeah, well, don't wan' anyone else buyin' those for ya."

osamu's cute like this — nose all red from the cold, a wrinkle in his brow at the thought of someone else surprising you with your favorite drink every morning. atsumu thinks his brother has it bad for you ("down so fuckin' bad, dude," he'd say), and honestly, osamu agrees. he never thought he'd be excited to wake up at the crack of dawn to pick up your favorite coffee before your 8 am, or watch you get distracted by online shopping when you should've been doing your assignment. if love is seeing you at the end of each day, kissing your lips even when he's covered in condiments and oil, holding your backpack for you after a long day, then osamu wants it all.

because even when he should be worrying about the quiz he has tomorrow and the fact that he hasn't slept properly in the past four weeks, he starts to hum that familiar love song when you unlock the door to your apartment (it's become familiar to you, too, because that tune escapes his lips whenever you're by his side).

reblogs n interactions are appreciated!

#unedited i’m sleeby #not really fluff or romantic but. i just wanted to talk about college student samu :(#i know this man spoils you #sayu.writes #osamu x reader #osamu fluff #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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uravitypng · 2 years

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tsukishima has such bully energy. he'll pull the chair under you before you sit down, he'll steal your things and hold them above your head, he'll call you nasty names and laugh about how ugly you are. bully tsukishima thinks of you at night while he's stroking his cock. he thinks about how you look stunning with watery eyes, when you're trying your hardest not to cry and you pout so pretty. his favourite thing is when you try so hard to get your things back, you'll go on your tippy toes and jump up, causing your breasts to bounce slightly and your thighs jiggle, if you're wearing thigh high socks that day they'll roll down. he'll think about the time when he was behind you on the stairs, your skirt was swaying and if he looked close enough he could see your underwear. he cant stop thinking about you, maybe tomorrow he'll be able to get you to cry.

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x reader smut #whenever i jump my thighs jiggle and everything bounces so this may be self indulge #listen this might become a series + part two + or full fic ? i really like this concept #this is a college/uni au setting btw <3 #♡ tsukki #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #chubby reader smut #hq smut #hq x reader #tsukishima smut #kei tsukishima #chubby reader #tsukishima x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #♡ mine / writing #haikyuu x chubby reader smut

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kimbapisnotsushi · 1 year

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one thing i absolutely adore about the timeskip is how it gives us details about the characters we didn’t know much about before. like i know this probably isn’t true of EVERY character but looking at how many whose timeskip lives reflect their interests and such in high school (kenma, yachi, osamu, fukunaga, etc) then i’m willing to bet that a lot of the others had those hobbies and whatnot back when we first met them and i think that’s so cute??? like semi being a musician he probably had a guitar or something with him back in the dorms. kai became an arborist so maybe he liked taking walks to look at the trees and visited parks or had his own lil garden. lev and alisa might have played dress-up together when they were kids and could have gone shopping a lot in high school. akaashi became an editor so he was probably a giant bookworm and loved reading. like idk i just think it’s neat how it makes it feel like even in the future when we meet everyone again it really does feel like they’ve grown but haven’t changed at all y’know???

#like they’ve probably always been that way #and i do think this is true of all charas even if they’re strikingly similar to each other #like how a lot of them ended up in physical health/sports jobs #and if they’re on a college track too like kawanishi and kunimi #i just aaaghhhh i love timeskip so MUCH #semi eita #kai nobuyuki #akaashi keiji #haiba lev #haiba alisa #kozume kenma #miya osamu #yachi hitoka #shirofuku yukie #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu hcs #sou says stuff

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ridiculouslly-ridiculous · 8 months

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I don’t wanna fight, lemme cum inside you~

Various characters x Fem!reader

Warnings: Piv, no plot, smut, cream pie, dumbification, not proof read

Inspired by the one line in “Mañana” by Tainy, Young Miko, & The Marías

You had no idea that the tiny fight you had would escalate into a bigger fight, and ultimately end up with you getting pinned down into the mattress — face down, ass up, and hands behind your back.

You can’t even remember what the fight was about— not when you’re getting your back blown out so good you can’t even think straight. You can barely disypher the words your boyfriend is panting as he drills into you.

“Oh, baby, you know I hate it when we fight.” He grunts — never letting up his relentless pace. You let out warbled moans in response. Drool now coming out of the corner of your mouth by how fucked out you are.

“You know I hate fighting with you, right? Lemme cum inside you to show you how sorry I am.” You hear him grunt over the pap, pap, pap of his balls smacking against you with each thrust. You can’t even form a coherent thought, let alone voice it. You just moan even louder and you feel your pussy start to get even wetter than it already was.

He chuckles at your reaction, “I’m gonna take that as a yes.” A few more hard thrusts and you can feel his heavy load fill you all the way up until there was no more room and it begins to leak out. Although he’s already cumming, he’s still slowly grinding into you. It’s not much but it’s just enough to finally get you to cream around him.

“There she is.” You’re struggling to catch your breath after such an intense orgasam. Pulling out, he carefully flips you over — cum leaking out of messy pussy and all over the sheets. He then agonizingly slow lines himself and pushes in letting out a nasty squelch.

“Don’t get too comfortable babe… I’m not done apologizing yet.”

Licht, Leon, Silvio, Nokto, Keith, Rio, your Ikémen fave <3

Daichi, Bokuto, Matsukawa, Osamu, Atsumu, Semi, Kenshin, Akaashi, Kita, your HQ fave <3

Nanami, Toji, Yuuta, your JJK fave <3

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takes1 · 3 days

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Some fluff w Koushi maybe?🫶

koushi realizing barista!reader is pretty cute

thanks for the request! this was a cute and refreshing prompt for me <3 much love!!

warnings. none info. sfw / fluff / college!au / coffeeshop!au / simple but cute / suga wears cardigans / timeskip!suga / like imagine english teacher suga pulling a stretchy cardigan over himself ugh so cute / 630 words links. haikyuu collection. masterlist. requests open. my ao3

"Good morning!" A gentle voice blessed your ears.

You smiled without looking up from the register.

Mr. Cardigan's ritual began. Glance over the menu, top-right to the espresso drinks, consider getting a decaf-- of course he won't go with the decaf, it was 7:40 and he was already tapping his foot to get to his 8 a.m class. Then he would decide on his tried and true as if it were a brand new idea:

"Double espresso, steamed milk, sweetened with honey."

He was wearing a face of mild shock, a touch of embarrassment, when you looked up from the order you already input.

"Oh, shit--," You laughed, warm at your slip-up, "I'm so sorry."

"Nono, it's- it's fine," He sported a similar color.

After a moment's hesitation, he chuckled and gave you his card.

Your Monday, Wednesday, Friday shift lined up with everyone who had a MWF 8 a.m (+9, 9:30, 10:00, and 10:30, regrettably). He was one of the few you cared to remember since he was such a cutie and he usually tipped you well.

"It's been a long morning, I get it," He graced you with a smooth forgiveness.

You sighed, relieved, and agreed wholeheartedly.

Spring semester was right at the close. Most were coming in to the Business building's little ground-level cafe early or late to cram for finals. He stayed consistent throughout the past few months, though, with his 7:40 sharp arrival.

7:44 if there was a line, but that was Mondays. Fridays weren't as busy because so many people skipped. But reliable Mr. Cardigan never missed a class.

"Almost done, though," You handed him his card back and spun the tip screen around for him, expecting nothing this time.

"Thank god," He tapped for No Receipt and closed his wallet.

He stood at the counter with his hands crossed in front of him to wait for his drink.

He never noticed how pretty your hands were before today. He looked down at his own kinda stumpy fingers. Then he watched -careful not to come across as creepy- at how gingerly you held the mug to the steam wand while screwing the filter in place.

The urge to talk to you nudged at the back of his throat, but he fell silent when you flipped the switch on.

The espresso machine was always a little too loud to talk over.

It was a graceful background noise to those who studied in this lobby, and a good backdrop to stay quiet to.

This time, he didn't feel as though your usual exchange was natural anymore. He wanted to talk, but didn't know quite how. The usual 4-minute wait felt like ages, but today he wasn't keen on leaving until he spoke to you again.

Your eyes flitted over his when you turned towards the lobby side for the honey.

His broad shoulders tensed and he turned his head to take false interest in some of the artwork on the walls. He didn't realize he was staring so hard.

He wondered how long you had been paying attention to him. If was just habit, or maybe a fondness had been growing and he was always too tired to notice anything other than how well you made his drink.

Now it was impossible not to overthink your friendly customer-service smile, or the smiley face you always put on the side of his cup.

Say something!

He repeated it so many times that his mind had been made unintentionally blank when you held the cup up for him to take over the counter.

"Good luck with finals," You said softly.

When he reached for his latte, your fingertips brushed for the tiniest moment. An intense heat crept up the back of his neck.

A shaky, "You, too," was all he could manage.

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hlxtn · 1 year

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University AU setter squad (also known as gc: japans finest) who get into way, way more trouble than they can afford. It always ends with Iwaizumi, Daichi, and Kuroo (who are the designated setter rescuers) on the way to the local station at 3am. They've driven there like 90 times for reasons no one wants to repeat.

Kuroo and Bokuto don't understand how their boyfriends, of all people, keep getting into this. Kuroo sure as hell doesn't understand how Kenma ended up with a scar running from his ankle to knee, and Kenma's explanation of "river" doesn't do much for him either. Akaashi should know better than to get into bar fights. Bokuto finds that Akaashi does not, in fact, know better when Akaashi comes home with a busted lip. It's okay. The other guy looked worse.

When Oikawa calls Iwaizumi at 5am because "oh my god iwa they're going to make us do crack" he damn near has a heart attack. Iwa's out of bed in, like, a minute, and he finds Oikawa and Kageyama at a fucking bath house in Tokyo, of all places! And they're trashed! Kageyama's never been as scared for his life as he was on the drive back to iwaoi's apartment.

Sakusa expects it. Sakusa's pretty well aware that his boyfriend's awful and gets into weird shit. He draws the line at waking up with Osamu Miya in his bed. Or, at least, he thinks it's Osamu, because Atsumu dyed his hair fucking BLACK last night and didn't tell him! Atsumu's banished to the couch for two nights. Daichi prefers not to remember what Suga gets up to. But Suga makes it really, really hard when he comes home with a tramp stamp. Daichi yells "You're gonna be a teacher, Koushi!" when he sees it, then settles for shaking Suga by the shoulders as he just cackles.

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