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mangogobibiboo · 5 months

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Adlers Lost and Found

Warnings: children, lost children, screaming, kinda angst, not really, very fluff. Let me know if there are more!

ADLERS x FEM!reader

MSBY ver.

Leave a comment or a reblog. They are always very appreciated 💕

Ushijima:

Ayumu: Age 6

Hiro: Age 5

Fate must hate Ushijima because though his boys were a blessing to him, they both had personalities that were polar opposite from his.

When he was little, he often drew in his little coloring book and maybe played outside with his dad.

But his sons seem to have more fun throwing the crayons at each other or using them to draw on each other or the wall.

It was the coach's 90th birthday, and he and his wife had invited over some of the old Shiratorizawa players to celebrate

Ushijima had just returned from Poland, and this would have been a great opportunity to see everyone again.

Ayumu and Hiro were so excited to go. They were city boys. They lived their whole lives in Tokyo, aside from the winter trips to Miyagi and the summer trip to California; they never really got out of the confines of their high-rise penthouse much.

This was going to be an adventure for them. When the boys visit their grandmother, they usually have to stay in the house or play in the courtyard because it's so cold, but they still love visiting.

And their grandpa lives in the city, so while it's also really fun, it feels like Tokyo.

You guys had arrived at the coach's house, and for the most part, things were going very well. The boys were calm, and Ushijima was having a great time with his old teammates.

Near dinner time, you decided to go in and help Tendou with dinner in the kitchen. Ushi only got distracted for a bit, but that was long enough because when Ushi turned his attention back to check on the boys playing. They were gone.

To be completely honest, Ushijima was not freaking out because, like a rational human, he knew they could have gone far, and if he just went into the woods a little bit, he would probably find them.

It didn't cross his mind that he should tell you the boys were gone, so he went in to find them without telling anyone.

The sun was lowering in the sky, but he finally stumbled onto them a few meters into the wood. They were covered in mud, and Ayumu was pushing his brother into the pond, yelling, "Walk the plank!!"

Ushi stood there and watched them playing pretend because, honestly, sometimes, their chaos was cute.

But then, just as Hiro was about to jump into the water, he remembered that Hiro can't swim.

Without much thought, he dove into the pond to save his little boy.

They trudged back to the house, muddy and soaking wet. Ayumu was on his back while Hiro was in his arms.

By the time they returned, everyone was standing outside worrying because the sun had set at least an hour ago, and they hadn't come in for dinner.

You wanted to be mad when you heard what happened, but they looked so funny you forgot your anger.

Kageyama:

Ren: Age 3

Ren was so much like his father. It was scary. Little Ren was not only a carbon copy of his father with the same raven hair and blueberry eyes, but he had his personality to boot.

It pissed you off a little. I mean, you held that little boy inside of you for nine months. Would it have killed him to be a little like you?

He could go an entire day just playing in his playpen, only going to find you or his dad when he was sleepy or hungry.

That day was the first day Kageyama would take care of Ren alone since returning from Italy.

It was a blessing to Kageyama that Ren was such a low-maintenance kid because all he had to do was feed him, keep him clean, and keep him alive.

It was just past two, and the boys had just finished lunch—a bowl of Udon for Kageyama and some pieces of Tonkatsu Ren. And with their stomachs full, sleep started to set in.

The boys curled up on the sofa. Ren rested his head on his dad's chest and snuggled into it, ready to nap.

Kageyama pulled a blanket on them and gave in to sleep himself.

He had only planned on sleeping for 30 minutes tops. But by the time he woke, the sunlight that filtered into the room was replaced with moonlight.

The clock above the TV read 7:00 pm. It was dinner time now, and Ren was gone.

Wait...Ren was...GONE.

This man shot up from the couch so fast. He actually tripped over the blanket, but he couldn't care less. He was frantically running through the house, calling Ren's name.

Nothing in the house looked out of place, so his mind went to the worst possible scenario: he either ran away or was kidnapped.

Was there a reason a three-year-old would run away from the father he cried for an entire year to see? No. Was there a way that anyone could get past the top-tier security system in the house to take his son without triggering the loud ass alarm and alerting every police officer in Tokyo? No. But was Kageyama thinking rationally? Also no.

Unlike the others, Kageyama just straight-up called you in his panic and told you what happened.

So you calmed him down, assuring him that Ren was still in the house, and told him to check the playpen. Ren had a favorite nap spot in the corner of the pen where it stashed a bunch of pillows and blankets and his volleyball plushy.

Thank god because when Kageyama finally saw his little boy cuddle up in those blankets in the corner, he felt his heart relax.

Hoshiumi:

Misa: Age 9

If I'm honest, he is the one that got lost, but he will never admit that.

And even before this, Hoshiumi had lost Misa plenty of times, but he would never admit that either.

Misa already knew the drill: if she "got lost." Just wait until your father realizes you're gone and for him to return and "find" you.

Misa was definitely less impulsive than her father, but nonetheless, she was an absolute daddy girl. Whenever Hoshiumi had time off, she was stuck to him like glue.

This led to him planning many father-daughter days while you were off at work.

That day, he decided they would go to the arcade; it had been years since he went, and Misa was finally old enough to enjoy it.

At first, they started on the kitty games like wack a mole, fishing, etc. Those were good warm-ups, but just like her father, Misa was ambitious and wouldn't let her age get in the way of having fun on the more challenging games.

But before that, they had to eat lunch. After all, you can't dominate the virtual world on an empty stomach.

The first game those two set their eyes on afterward was a shooting game called "Last Man Standing."

It was basically laser tag, and the winner would get their choice of anything in the prize booth and 50% off all purchasable items.

The game started with them playing together and having fun, but as Hoshi got into the game, he began leaving Misa behind to reach the target.

He did end up winning, but he completely lost sight of where his daughter was in the process.

He basically begged the arcade workers to shut down the place to find his little girl.

It didn't take long because as soon as they shut down the game and turned the lights on in the room. Misa was sitting in the corner, playing with her fingers.

He bought her anything and everything she wanted from the prize booth to compensate for what happened.

He usually did this every time she "got lost." Like when he lost her in the supermarket, they came home with 12 chocolate bars and a bunch of sugary cereal but none of the vegetables you had sent them out for.

When you got home, Misa was curled up in her bed surrounded by stuffed animals and unopened chocolate.

"You lost her again, didn't you?"

"No.........."

"Uh-hmm"

"It's true!"

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weathertheraine · 2 years

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Mint city Yamaguchi!

This palette was so good for him !!! My froggy boy !! :,,,) This was WAY too fun tysm

Thank you for sending asks for this palette challenge !!!

#yamaguchi tadashi #palette challenge #basically-basil #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanart #procreate #digital art #artists on tumblr #hq!!#fanart #yams #tsukkiyama #haikyuu kids #flashback #asks #answered

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starrenorth · 1 year

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Cheers from our girls Kuroo Sumiye, Bokuto Yui, Sugawara Akina and Iwaizumi Eiko 🥂😎

A big thank you to @dida.artt for this amazing piece! You did a stunning job as always and I am beyond happy with it! 🥰 If you haven’t commissioned her yet then make sure to do it, you will not be disappointed!

#haikyuu lovechildren #haikyuu family #haikyuu kids #haikyuu!!#hq!!#haikyuu children #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu art #hq fanart #haikyuu next generation

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deathc-re · 2 months

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when he's as asshole during sex

he knows he's a lot to take, especially with the minimal prep he gave you, but he's also going so fast and so hard, how can he blame you? your whining and gasping and begging him to slow down but who do you think he is? he can't-- won't slow down when your pussy feels this good. spasming around him like this, practically wringing out his dick for everything it has. he can't slow down now!

he'd lean down by your ear, "aw poor baby! is it a lot?"

you could just hear the smirk in his tone. the bruising grip he had on you, the sloppy kisses, the deep strokes, he was too lost in himself to really focus on you.

he's selfish and that's nothing new

SUKUNA, gojo, suna, toji, dr stein, dabi, eustass kidd, zoro, crocodile, + whoever else

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hinata-boke · 3 months

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tiny bkaks

#haikyuu #my art #akaashi #bokuto #bokuaka #doodle #bokuto the little rich kid

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thegreatpeanut · 1 year

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oranda

#haikyuu #Kozume Kenma #Kuroo Tetsuro #kuroken #illustration #mine #my family and I always raised goldfish ever since i was 6 #as a kid i would spend hours at aquarium stores #i don't know if this is a universal nostalgic thing for others lol

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eurydicees · 2 months

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*eye twitching* so happy for everyone in a movie theater in japan right now *fists clenched* i’m so happy for them *gritted teeth* so fucking happy and not at all seething with jealousy *muffled screaming as i bite down into my arm* so fucking happy

#haikyuu #this is 99.8% a joke #but .2% of me is absolutely trembling with envy #oh who am i kidding. it’s definitely more than .2%. but i’m gonna keep pretending to be a kind person who does not experience jealousy.

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quixoatic · 10 months

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returned from the dead to offer this

i might make a part two who knows hee hee

part two | part three

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beangfrisky · 1 year

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singledad!iwaizumi lives and breathes by his baby girl and boy. his son that just turned one is always strapped to his chest while he pushes his baby girl in a neon pink stroller.

singledad!iwaizumi freezes in his tracks when he sees you for the first time. you’re standing on his porch in a summery dress with a plate of cookies in hand looking like a dream. you laugh at his staring and smile at his little ones. he finds out that you’re his new neighbor.

singledad!iwaizumi watches you walk away and makes a vow to himself to not do anything dumb in the future. he has two kids to worry about and no time for a pretty girl like you. he is pleasantly surprised at the taste of the cookies as he wolfs down a few before his kids can see.

singledad!iwaizumi clenches his fist the first time he sees you gardening in your back yard. you look so sweet and it’s such a mundane task but he can’t help how turned on he is. you turn and wave as his daughter squeals in excitement and runs up to say hi to you.

singledad!iwaizumi offers you a popsicle against his own better judgement. his kids spend the next few hours interrogating you. his daughter walks up to him at sunset and declares in a whisper that he should make the new neighbor his princess.

atsumu sakusa kuroo osamu

oikawa

#okay iwaizumi would be THE best dad #nothing comes before his kids not even himself #he is so buff and has the ultimate dad bod as he gets older 😭#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hcs #iwaizumi scenarios

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zmbiesuga · 7 months

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TWENTY TWENTY VISION — m. atsumu x gn!reader

sypnosis: atsumu needs glasses, but why on earth would he make his & your life easier by wearing them?

warnings: i'm gonna beat the shit out of atsumu oh my GOD he irks me so bad, post-timeskip atsumu, eensy bit of angst if you squint super super hard, osamu mention, i can't write the miya accent™ for the life of me but i tried so sorry, petnames such as baby used, he calls the reader pretty

notes: inspired by the fact that i just recently got my new glass and haven't had a pair since i was 14 so seeing the world focused fucks with me a lil bit, ALSO, atsumu with glasses has been flooding my brain, osamu is farsighted cause i said so

"I'm not wearin' 'em."

"Atsumu, please, you need to wear them, you have astigmatism in both of your eyes! And you're nearsighted!"

Atsumu lets out a soft huff as he crosses his arms, as if he isn't the reason you've been having this argument essentially since you brought up him even getting his eyes checked.

It all started when Osamu had gotten new glasses, that's what Atsumu thinks anyways, that this is all stupid Samu's fault.

Osamu came over one afternoon for a harmless visit, with new glasses on. You had asked Osamu about them, and commented that you never knew he needed glasses to which he responded:

"Oh yeah, me and Tsumu both do, he just hasn't worn his since junior high."

You swear you've never seen Atsumu react so quickly, his head snapping to Osamu and immediately telling him to shut up through gritted teeth. The subject gets dropped instantly, but now you're giving Atsumu side-glances throughout the night until Osamu leaves.

After you two are settled into bed and Atsumu is almost asleep, until your voice rings out in the dark.

"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask in a voice barely above a whisper.

"...What are ya on about?" Atsumu asks, turning to face you with a soft expression.

"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask again, "Because you don't wear glasses like you're supposed to, so the world's all unfocused for you all the time, is that why?"

Atsumu's silence and stunned expression is all the answer you need.

"That's what I thought," you mumble before turning away from him, "your eye appointment is Saturday at four."

And that puts Atsumu where he is now, sitting at the island connected to the kitchen in your small apartment, staring down the thick black lenses as if he was trying to explode them with his mind.

"I said, I ain't wearin' 'em," he huffs again vehemently, looking at you with an unwilling expression, "and that's final. I don't need no stupid glasses, I can see just fine."

"Oh yeah?" you challenge, palms resting against the island as you stand on the opposite side of it, "If you don't need your glasses, read the paper on our fridge. Without squinting."

Atsumu's face goes a little pale, his eyes widening slightly. He looks over your shoulder at the paper held onto the fridge with a stupid magnet in the shape of a volleyball.

"It, uh..." he trails off, trying to not squint as much as possible, "...it...it doesn't matter what it says! I'm still not wearin' those glasses! I don't need 'em!"

"Atsumu that paper is no more than four feet away from you, and you can't even tell me what the bolded title says," you responded in an almost pleading tone, "baby, you need your glasses, so I am begging you, please put them on."

Atsumu's face softens slightly at your pleading voice, before it turns unwilling again as he looks down at his arms and mumbles something you can't quite make out.

"What was that?" you ask.

"...They make me look dumb," he repeats a little louder, looking back up at you, "they make me look like an idiot, and since my eyes aren't used to being focused, I feel like a baby deer learnin' how to walk."

"Tsumu," you reply gently, your own expression softening, "if you didn't like the way glasses look, why didn't you ask for contacts?"

"Because they scare me," he rebuttals, "which I know is stupid because they're an easy solution to my problem, but they rip and get stuck and...I don't know, that just scares me."

You stare at him blankly before taking a deep breath, "Atsumu," you start, "I'm not...trying to make you look stupid, okay? I just know that you need them, and you know that too. It might be awkward at first, but won't it be worth it to see the world a little more clearer? So you won't have to squint to read traffic signs or drive through menus? And, glasses aren't a permanent solution, we can work our way up to contacts, but you need to wear these for now."

Atsumu looks down at the glasses again, letting out another unsure sigh as he picks the thick rims up, and places them on his face.

It's weird at first, everything is clearer. The titanium fridge, that stupid volleyball magnet and the paper it holds, and more importantly...

You.

The way your entire face shifts into focus leaves Atsumu speechless. He knows how pretty you are, he doesn't need glasses to see it, but god do they make it better.

You give Atsumu a weird look, "What?" you ask puzzled, "Can you see better?"

"Yeah," he responds with a small smile, "I can see real good, pretty."

#love letters from leo #my dearest haikyuu #atsumu x gn!reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu drabble #atsumu fluff #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq x gn!reader #hq fluff #haikyuu drabble #hq drabble #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x gn!reader #atsumu miya drabble #atsumu miya fluff #wear your glasses or contacts kids

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emmyrosee · 8 months

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She got her quiet sneaking in from you.

Kenma’s fingers tap roughly on the controller in his hands, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in focus. He’s died four times to this monster, its shrieks of agony scaring him once embarrassingly in front of his chat, the other three deaths because, now that he’s past being scared, Kenma realizes what a damn hard boss this is.

“Chat, I’m telling you right now, if I see this dev in the streets, I’m taking a crowbar to their knee caps- this is a promise, not a warniIIIIIIING!”

He lurches from the gentle tug of his elbow, heart sinking to his chest in complete fear and acceptance that this is it for him, he’s dead. His arm is ripped away from the source, but when he hears a tiny gasp in fear, Kenma’s heart beats calmly again.

“Daddy okay?” Maesi asks, and kenma pauses the game to turn to her.

“You startled me baby,” he teases, and she blocks up at him with doe eyes to coax him to forgive her. As if she really needs to do that. “But what’s up beautiful?” He asks, putting down his controller and stretching. “How are you, angel?”

Maesi hums and passes her father the plate, her eyes peering up at him timidly- a trait he wants to blame on you, but every time, he’s met with a cocked eyebrow from you. “Want french fry?”

Kenma chuckles and nods, “I mean, you know I’m never gonna say no to fries,” he says, reaching down to grab the lukewarm fry from her tiny plastic plate. God knows how long they’ve been out, at least four hours; but that doesn’t stop kenma from letting his little girl take care of him in her own way. “You wanna be in daddy’s stream? Say hi to chat?” When she nods, Kenma lifts her up and into his lap, and once done, he reaches over to pick up another fry. In his headphones, Kenma hears that he got a donation.

Thank you kuroosassscheek for gifted 75 subs: hey Kenma there’s something behind you

“Thank you, Kuroo,” he scoffs. “Spawn, say hi to chat and uncle Tetsu.”

“Hi chat, hi uncle Tetsu,” she hums shyly, and Kenma kisses her temple around his chewing. “What playin’?”

“Daddy’s playing a scaaaary game,” he says, voice hiked slightly while he gasps. Maesi giggles before passing him another fry, which he takes quickly.

“Gonna have nightmare,” she warns.

Kenma raises his brows in agreement, “mommy’s gonna have to tuck me in.”

“Me too,” she mumbles, curling into Kenma’s hoodie, nose burrowing into his neck and tickling his skin slightly. “Play Star Valley?” She asks.

He hugs her tightly with a fake groan of effort, and she giggles happily, “you want to watch daddy play Stardew Valley?”

“Yeah..”

“Does mumma know you’re in here?”

Maesi is quiet- he chuckles and shakes his head, letting her get comfortable against him. He knows you’re not far, probably asleep on the couch, and Kenma prepares himself to potentially have to carry his two sleeping babies to bed.

“Alright- one second chat,” he says simply, grabbing his controller to change the game to the easy, calming game Maesi loves to watch him play. “We’ll pick that up tomorrow. Gotta protect myself from nightmares.”

Once again, Maesi lets out a little laugh; she tucks her face as close as she can to him, only shifting to grab another fry to munch on. He tips his head slightly again, to plant a kiss on the crown of her head, the soothing music in his headphones gets placed on her head, and before kenma can start any of his tasks, he feels Maesi’s breathing even out, her plate of fries and nuggets placed somewhere on the desk for him to take.

And that’s okay. He’ll play for a while, just in case she wakes up, and he’ll let her sleep in confidence in her fathers arms. Kenma’s pleased as the numbers in his stream doesn’t immediately drop: it stays, even now as it’s been hijacked by the one he loves most.

This 🥺🩷

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lyqiche · 3 months

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save me 2024 kuroo save me.......

#haikyuu #kuroo tetsurou #fanart #my art #i need him so bad im not even kidding #the kuroo crumbs from the new oneshot furudate dropped lessened the blow of of the movie being 84 mins long #i need him #save me 29 year old kuroo save me #rkgk #kuroo fanart #digital art

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starrenorth · 1 year

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Iwaizumi Eiko took it upon herself and showed her fathers how it is done, here after having won her first match at nationals with her team Hiakawa.

Meanwhile, Ushijima Ryouta is more excited about being able to finally stand together with his girlfriend on court (without being afraid of Tooru wanting to kill him) than to go out and play with his team and friends in their first match at nationals 😜

Eiko and Ryouta are the main characters in my next generation fanfic When kids grow up where the former is a second-year setter and the latter a third-year wing spiker, captain and ace ✨

They both attend Hiakawa High and started dating in secret at the end of Eiko’s first year after spending years despising one another.

Besides her eyes Eiko resembles Tooru the most and is similar to her father constantly surrounded by fangirls and fanboys and is known as “Hiakawa’s princess.” Personality-wise she is confident, hardworking, ambitious, stubborn, charming and flirtatious. She tends to mimic Tooru whenever she is out in public or wants something and Hajime when she is at home or more serious. She is very close with her parents but due to their successful careers tends to put too much pressure on herself and overworks herself (to Hajime’s dismay.)

Ryouta resembles Wakatoshi the most (besides his hair ) and is very laid-back although hardworking, caring, charming and mischievous. On court he turns into a copy of his father Wakatoshi and is considered to be one of the top five aces in the country. While he is confident in his abilities as a volleyball player he doesn’t tend to brag about it, mostly because he compares himself to his father and oldest brother Tarou. While he loves his family they have a complicated family dynamic and he doesn’t get along very well with any of them besides Tarou.

A BIG thank you too @dida.artt for not only drawing my characters to perfection but for being so professional throughout the whole process ✨ I’m so grateful 🥰

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omi-boshi · 1 month

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thinking of little omi wanting a dog but his parents tell him he has to earn it because it's a big responsibility for someone as young as he is. so, he sets up a piggy bank to save up for adoption fees. he doesn't tell his parents about it because he wants to show them when he's saved up enough money.

surely if he has the money that means he's responsible enough right?

in the following months, omi sets aside a fraction of his daily allowance to put into his piggy bank.

it's slow-going until his siblings find the piggy bank labeled with "dog savings" in omi's messy scrawl. they're so charmed by their baby brother's antics that they slip in their own spare change behind omi's back.

they never tell him of course because knowing their brother —their sweet and earnest little brother — he would want to do this on his own.

by the time omi's 10th birthday comes, his piggy bank is practically bursting at the seams. he holds it tightly in his little hands as his family sings him a happy birthday.

when it's time to blow out the candles and he has to make a wish, he lifts up the piggy bank and tells his parents how he's been saving up the past few months. that he has enough to pay for the adoption fees. that he's 10, and he's a big boy now, ready for big boy responsibilities.

"i'm responsible enough for a dog now, right?" he would then ask, eyes bright with earnest hope he tries so hard to tamp down just in case they say no. his parents would exchange surprised looks followed immediately by shaking heads and laughter. lots of laughter. omi is rightfully confused. he frowns.

are they laughing at him? the thought makes him flush in embarrassment. his dad leaves the room, still laughing. when he comes back, it's with a box that's almost a little too big for omi. the birthday cake lays forgotten, candles melted, as omi looks curiously at the box in front of him, then to his parents, and then his siblings, and then back to the box.

his older brother nudges him to open it and when he does, omi doesn't know what to do with himself. the akita puppy yipping at him in the box was too much for 10-year-old omi to bear that he starts bawling.

he's hugging the puppy to hide his tears, and in the background he hears cooing and more birthday wishes from his family.

see, his parents had always intended to give omi a dog the moment he asked. omi rarely asked for anything so whenever he did, his parents were always more than ready and excited to give it to him. however, this time, they waited until his birthday because, admittedly, they had a hard time thinking of what to get him.

it seems they made the right decision watching their son pet the akita in quiet awe. they're happy that their little boy loved his birthday present but when they see his dejected little pout a little while later followed by a sad, "i saved for nothing then..." they knew they had to make right with him (not really but what is omi if not their precious youngest).

and that's how omi ends up with not one but two puppies for his 10th birthday.

#i just think the sakusa family dotes and spoils their youngest a lot #but kiyoomi is a quiet kid who rarely lets his parents know what he wants so the rare occasion he does they're practically vibrating #in excitement to provide;;;;#they just love him a lot :(#i guess this counts as an early birthday piece :'))#advanced happy birthday kiyoomi (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)!#sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu #sakusa headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #haikyuu fluff #san's blobs #san's omi brainrot

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owlyflufff · 2 months

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if bokuto teaching volleyball to little kids can become canon then bokuto and akaashi getting married, living the best domestic life and still loving each other at the tender age of 130 years old can become canon too

#TIMESKIP BOKUAKA ON MY MIND AGAIN #SOSBSBSSB #OWL HUSBANDS MY BELOVED #KNOWING BOKUTO TEACHES KIDS NOW OH I'M ILL I'M THINKING OF LOTS OF BOKUAKA THOUGHTS AGAIN #THE BRAINROT IS REIGNITED #bokuaka #bokuaka fluff #bokuto #akaashi #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #haikyu #haikyu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq

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kentolove · 2 years

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“dump your bf if he’s never given you flowers before”

He tries to console himself.

Really, he does.

He tells himself that it’s really not that serious, and all you did was like a tweet saying to dump your boyfriend if he’s never given you flowers before.

Has he ever given you flowers?

He thinks of your one month anniversary, then your six month, then your one year, then your two year anniversary, and how none of them were spent with a beautiful flowery confection in your hands.

He recalls your first date, how it was spent inside a small cafe where you both spilled your hearts to one another. He knows he never bought you any flowers. Yamaguchi proposed the idea, but he quickly shut him off with a, “what kind of bullshit is that? It’s only the first date, that’s too… romantic, I guess.”

Fuck, he should’ve listened to him. Yamaguchi is never wrong. Never.

He’s learned his lesson now.

The next time he sees you (an excruciating ten minutes after he’s seen your liked tweet) he sits you down on his lap.

“What’s this for?” You smile, and it’s that pretty one that nearly makes Tsukishima melt down to the ground.

“I have a question.”

“Okay,” you grab his cheeks into your two palms and squish his face together. He normally hates the action and immediately pushes your hands away, but he doesn’t have time for that now. Not when you’d break up with him for not buying you flowers.

“Would you ever break up with me?”

Your head tilts to the side in genuine confusion. Break up with your Kei?

“Don’t think too much into it.” He flicks your forehead gently. He can already tell your train of thought, and how you tend to overthink every detail of your life, so he slows your brain down.

“Uh, maybe if you cheated on me? But I think I’d kill you before I broke up with you, yeah.”

Okay. Yeah. He’s fine with that answer. He can live with that.

Maybe he can’t.

It’s been nearly a month since he last asked you that question, and it still haunts him to this day.

He thinks that maybe one day you’ll come home and tell him that you’re sick of him, that he doesn’t deserve you, and you’ll pack all your bags and leave.

It stresses him out so much, that he vents. He vents. To Bokuto Kōtarō of all people. (He’s gone mad!)

Bokuto does the most Bokuto thing you’d expect, and gives Tsukishima the most obvious answer.

“Well why don’t you just buy them flowers then?”

“It’s not that easy, dumbass.”

“I think it is… I mean, you’re sad you haven’t bought them flowers, so buy them flowers. Problem fixed.”

He leaves the conversation utterly dissatisfied. Until the next day, at 3AM, Tsukishima Kei has a eureka! moment.

“I’ll just buy them flowers!”

(He jolts out of bed with a force so strong that he wakes you up.

You groan, sleepy and with drool at the corner of your mouth, “what are you yelling for? Go back to bed, Kei.”

“Yeah,” he whispers, to nobody in particular, “I’ll just buy you flowers.)

He leaves the house that morning, at around 9AM with a mission in mind. He’s going to the flower shop.

-

Tsukishima enters the small store with hesitation, staring at all the beautiful plants and flowers with skepticism. Which ones would you like? What if you’re allergic to the one he picks out?

“Hello? How can I help you, sir?” A nice lady with a baby pink apron approaches him. She smiles, and Tsukishima thinks he’s being far too dramatic. It’s just some flowers.

“Uh, I’m looking for flowers that send the message of ‘I love you’ or something like that.”

The lady smiles even brighter.

-

Your boyfriend walks into your home with a bouquet of red roses and baby’s-breath blooms. The arrangement is huge, big enough to cover the entirety of your Kei’s head.

“What’s this?” You ask, when he approaches you and places the roses on your lap.

“They’re for you.”

“Really?” Your eyes are as bright as he’s ever seen them, as dazzling as the sun in the sky.

And he can’t believe that he’s deprived himself of this. Of seeing you so happy over something so mundane—so simple—that your eyes shine brighter than all the lights in the night sky.

He loves you. And you love your Kei. (And those red roses, too.)

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