Kita waits until the last possible moment.
You were supposed to be working on a project together when your eyes closed and you gently slumped onto his shoulder.
He softly calls your name. "Class is going to be starting soon." But your soft breathing continues undisturbed until he lightly brushes your cheek and your eyes flutter open blinking heavily.
You look up. See Kita. Your eyes bulge.
In an instant you're sitting up straight, chest hard as a rock with humiliation.
"Ki-Kita-san, I am so sorry," you croak. You're staring at the blank paper in front of you so you don't see the way the corner of his lips turn up in a smile.
"That's alright, I don't mind. But you fell asleep quite easily...are you getting enough rest at home?"
"No..." you reluctantly admit.
“I’ve been having...nightmares.” You cringe. “God that sounds pathetic.”
“No it doesn’t,” he gently reassures you and puts a hand on your arm to stop you from swiping all your books into your bag, presumably to make a quick get-away. “What have you been having nightmares about?”
You search his eyes for any sign of judgment or mockery. “Just...a movie.” He gives you an empathetic nod, encouraging you to go on. “My friend convinced me to watch it for her birthday. I usually don’t like horror.” You shiver. “You must think I’m so lame.”
“Not at all. I’ve been through the same thing.”
“Really?” The way you brighten makes his heart flip and he nods; he likes the way you lean in, intent to hear every word. “What happened?”
“Well, once I finally had enough I decided I would just rewatch the movie over and over until it didn’t bother me anymore.” Granted he was only six but still. It worked.
“Oh...” You suck in a tight breath through your teeth. “Yeah. I don’t think I can do that.”
“You don’t?” Ignoring the throb of his heart, trying to sound as nonchalant as he can after you shake your head, he shrugs. “Why don’t we watch it together?”
He can’t read your reaction. “Wh-What?...Really?”
He nods starting to pack up his own books to leave for class definitely not to keep his hands busy. “We can just watch it on repeat and take breaks to work on the project.”
You strum your fingers on the table and he feels lightheaded; you’re actually considering this. After a long moment chewing on your lip you relent. “Okay...but only because falling asleep on you, embarrassing as it was, was the first time I’ve like actually slept well in a week.”
He smiles at that. “I’m glad.”
He may have bit off more than he can chew.
The movie is much more of a psychological thriller than he expected and now he’s rewatching it to desensitize himself from it.
What began at dinner time on Friday has now stretched until 1am. He knows he should be getting to bed soon and wants to make sure you get home safely, too, but it’s almost the end of the third watch-through and he’s almost over it.
Wondering if this has helped you at all he’s about to glance at you when he feels a gentle weight slump onto his shoulder.
You’ve fallen asleep on him again.
This time, in the low light of the tv without anyone to give him a hard time he relaxes
and falls asleep next to you.
— clingy boyfriends
gn!reader | oikawa, kenma, akaashi, suna, atsumu, timeskip!sakusa
warnings: mention of sakusa being drunk
technically all of them are aged up but sakusa's has manga spoilers!
OIKAWA is lying on top of you when you try to push him off. “i will literally die if you try to leave me.” you groan to try to hide your laugh. “really, tooru?” “yes,” he says, getting up so he’s in a planking position above you. “i’d get up just to drop dead on the floor. it’s always the spouse, you know.” the both of you stare at each other. it’s the perfect opportunity, really, if you tried to roll out of the way. but oikawa’s quicker than you, and he drops back down before you can shuffle even half a foot. his arms wrap around you as he rolls onto his side, pulling you against his chest. “you’re so annoying,” you laugh. he grins as he presses kisses on your shoulder, “but you love me. and you’re stuck with me until i’m ready to get up.”
KENMA groans, his hold tightening, when he feels you try to shuffle out of bed. “ken, ‘m hungry,” you whine. he only nuzzles closer into your neck before responding, “order food then.” you stare at him even though you know he can’t see you. “then what? tell them to somehow unlock the door and find us upstairs?” he hums in return, letting out a deep breath against your skin. “you know where the spare key is.” the thought gets a surprised laugh to escape you and you can feel kenma try to stop his own. “we can go down together in a few minutes. please?” you huff lightly and let your fingers start to brush through his hair. “okay, but if you fall asleep i’m going without you,” you say, knowing full well he’d wake up just to cling onto you longer.
KEIJI stretches and yawns before looking over at you beside him. “g’mornin’,” he greets you before placing his arm around your waist. and you know what's happening when he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “keiji—” he hums, leaving a kiss against your jaw. “we have to get up,” you whine. he huffs a breath against your skin. “no we don’t, and you know it. it’s saturday.” “you don’t want breakfast?” “we can get brunch,” he replies easily. “i’ll cook our favourites.” there isn’t much to argue with when he’s warmer and more comfortable, and the sun is peaking through the blinds just enough. and keiji knows he’s won when he looks up at you with a soft smile. “stay with me?” you breathe out and mumble an “okay,” before letting yourself cuddle further into him and the blanket. he kisses your face once, twice, three times before pulling away. "love you."
SUNA frowns and looks up at you, his head still nuzzled into the crook of your neck, as soon as he doesn't feel you playing with his hair. “why’d you stop?” you spare a glance before waving your phone slightly. “‘cause i was typing?” “type with one hand then." he grabs the hand previously putting him to sleep and places it back on his head. “rin—god, okay,” you laugh. slowly, you start to comb through his hair again and feel his deep breath against your skin. “clingy baby.” he hums and smiles before placing a lazy kiss against your collarbone. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” “oh yeah? so you’d let me leave right now?” suna pulls away from you, only to bump his nose against your cheek. his breath is warm as he whispers, “you wouldn’t dare.”
ATSUMU swings your arms side to side and whines, “baby, please?” you respond with a light but drawn out tone, “i can’t come with you to practice, babe.” he frowns, pulling your hands up so he could play with them in front of you. “i’ll quit my job then.” “wh—” your sentence is cut short by a snort as you suddenly let go of him. he pouts at the lost contact, pouting more at your reply. “sure you will, tsumu. i couldn’t take you from volleyball even if i had a billion dollars.” but atsumu sighs, knowing you were ultimately right. so he takes a step closer and leans his forehead against yours. his voice is softer now. “but ‘m gonna miss you.” slowly, you pull him into a hug and let him wrap his arms around you. “i’ll see you after, okay?” “fine, but i’m not letting ya go until tomorrow morning,” he says. your lips twitch into a smile at his promise. “okay, tsum.”
SAKUSA wishes his teammates would leave his house right now only half-jokingly. “if only fans could see how clingy yer boyfriend is,” atsumu sighs as he sits across from you in the living room. you look down at your boyfriend at the mention and smile as he pouts against you. maybe he drank a little more than usual, his face flushed as his arms trap you against the couch. “ooh, it’d probably help with publicity,” hinata teases. sakusa only moves further into you as he groans. deciding to have a little mercy, you finally reply. “cuddly ‘omi’s for me only, actually.” at the sound of your voice, he tilts his head to glance at you before kissing your collarbone. sighing, he mumbles quietly, “thank you.” “gross.” at that, sakusa finally lets go for a second, turning around to shoot a glare at his teammate. “get out of here, atsumu.”
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Next door neighbor Ushijima who, despite his 6 foot 4 glory, is like a ghost. No one has seen him move in, you just noticed the doorbell panel change one day and figured. Always out and about before you are and not yet back when you come home. You’ve been lucky to catch a glimpse of his broad back one day as he left, always hearing the older ladies living in the apartment complex talk about the handsome young man who just moved in.
Who, when you finally met, quite literally took your breath away when you bumped into him as you pushed open the door of the laundry room with your back because you were holding onto the laundry basket, quite sure you just ran into a concrete wall. Who apologized despite it not being his fault and offered to carry your basket, leaving you a flustered mess because the grannies were right.
Who’s apartment is so clean and neat it’s almost sterile, like straight out of a catalog. No cushions on his sofa, no candles on the coffee table, and it seems like he just bought some picture frames and never changed the default pictures, only looking for some color on the wall.
Who goes to the market regularly to buy fresh vegetables and chats with the elderly lady running the stand, asking for recommendations and exchanging recipes with her.
Who always extends his hand, signaling “after you” when you’re both on your way downstairs, letting you go first. Who lingers at the bottom of the stairs for a bit longer when you go up in front of him to bring some space in between you two to avoid making you uncomfortable.
Who always makes sure to greet you when you meet, mumbling “Good morning” in a kind of low grumble and with the corners of his mouth ever so slightly turned up that you feel your face heating up uncontrollably, an odd sense of warmth swarming in your chest.
Who, despite his stoic nature, never fails to pat the dog across the street on the head, no matter the rush he is in, smiling a rare smile so breathtaking when the big Labrador nudges his arm with the top of his head, demanding more pats. Who always makes sure to put dog treats on his shopping list, although he doesn’t own a dog himself.
Who never once misses calling his mother on Sundays, nodding and humming along to the same old “Are you eating well?”, “Remember to change to a warmer duvet” and “Bring an umbrella, I heard the weather is getting worse.”
Who thanks his roomba for the hard work when he comes back home after a long day of practice because he’s appreciative of the help, no matter if it can apprehend his gratitude or not.
From who’s balcony you can always hear the muffled sounds of a volleyball game playing on TV on one of his off-days, occasionally interrupted by a faint, mumbled cheer, because he’s a man of insatiable passion.
Who finds a weird sense of agitation sprouting in his chest when he doesn’t see your car parked in the driveway when he comes home because it’s odd. Who stays up a bit past his usual bedtime that day, lounging in front of the TV and straightening his back every so often to be able to catch a glimpse of the street, uneasiness fading once he sees your car pull up.
Next door neighbor Ushijima who is adorable in his own little glorious, matter-of-fact way. Who shows that he cares with his actions rather than his words because it comes so much easier to him. He owns my heart.
𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 - 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
Cast(s): GN!Reader ft. Osamu, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Sakusa
A/n: This is a repost! If you've seen it, just pretend you haven't <3
notes: inspired by this post i made awhile ago. this is definitely not self indulgent.
the grunts and pants that come from above you are hard to ignore. you feel your face burn with shyness and embarrassment while attempting to block out the sounds, despite being extremely hyper aware of them.
“k-kei! slow down, it’s embarrassing!” you plea, overwhelmed by the rapid movement of his slender hips.
“embarrassing?” tsukishima tilts his head and his gaze darkens with anger, “let me get this straight, you’re embarrassed to get your hole bullied by my cock?”
“n-no!” you yelp, legs quivering from how he has you folded over. you squeeze your eyes shut. “it’s…it’s-”
“it’s what?” he gives a particularly harsh thrust that makes you gasp, reopen your eyes, and grasp tighter onto his bicep.
“i just feel weird…” you whisper sadly.
he clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes. despite the lack of words, he knows exactly what you mean. “you think i’d be fucking you if i didn’t find you attractive, idiot? you think i’d be balls deep in this sweet, tight hole right now?”
the use of such vulgar language causes you to turn your head away.
“aht aht ahh,” slender fingers grip your chin and harshly jerks it so that your eyes are focused on where the two of your bodies meet.
“i’ll say this once. you better keep your eyes focused here or i won’t let you cum. i’ll cum all over this hole and just leave you. am i clear?” he hisses, jerking his hips harder slightly.
“y-yes sir…” you nod, a small whimper leaving your throat as you try to ignore the obscene squelching noises coming from where his heavy cock carves it’s way into you. your hole shamelessly gushes around him, inviting more of his fat cock to enter you with ease.
“good,” he moans, leaving a trail of kisses on your neck. he then presses his forehead to yours, and closes his eyes as he focuses on chasing his release. a gentle, sweet kiss contrasts his filthy, degrading words that comes next. “because i don’t plan on cumming anywhere but inside of you, you beautiful, dumb whore.”
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ꕤ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍʙᴏ
“Oh, I think I bit ya too hard last time. The hickey’s still visible.” He chuckles. But the chuckle fades out and a frown takes its place as he notices that the hickey is located at the column of your throat instead of the base of your neck where he loves to mark you.
“Babe?” He calls out quietly. You hum, busy fake-reading the book and biting hard at your lips to keep them from bursting out laughing at the look on Atsumu’s face.
Frowning harder, he grabs you from the couch, ignoring your yelp as he sets you on his lap, face closing in as he studies the hickey-like marking closely. You try pushing him away, but he simply manhandles your hands behind your back and holds them there singlehandedly. With the thumb of his other hand he rubs vigorously at the hickey, successfully smudging the makeup.
His frown turns into a full-blown grin as he observes the red smudge on his thumb, half angry half smug face looking up at you. “Ya really thought ya fooled me, huh?”
You scowl at him, “You weren’t supposed to find out so soon.” You pout, trying to wiggle out of his lap. Atsumu lets out a throaty laugh, his arms coming around you, wrapping you up in a tight embrace, “Where d’ya think ya going, hmm? We still gotta decide on a punishment for ya.” You were bold to assume he would let you off scot-free after that stunt.
ꕤ ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ
You were stupid to assume he wouldn’t know of such a commonplace prank. Oikawa is a very popular person.
And that reflects on his social media life too. He knows of all the pranks in existence.
So when he sees you walking around the house flaunting a hickey that he has no idea when he gave you, he freezes for a second before he bursts out laughing. Not expecting that you stop mid-action. You look at h im confused, “What’s wrong?” His laughter only turns harder at your question. You pout, annoyed. Did he not notice the hickey you worked so hard to perfect?
“It’s-” he starts, only to break down into fervent giggles, “It’s nothing, bunny. You are just so cute!” He exclaims, wheezing. You scowl at him. “What’s so funny?” Oikawa looks up at you from the couch, “You really wanna know?”
“Hit me with it.” You jut your chin out stubbornly, putting the hickey on show. Oikawa looks at it for a second and starts laughing again, even harder. He grabs his stomach, “Owh babe, please. I- I can’t- Gosh!”
Grabbing his phone he clicks a quick picture of you standing there. Calming his breathing he types something out on his phone. And as he places it back down, your phone dings. It’s an Instagram notification and when you click it you are directed to Oikawa’s post tagging you, captioned– “Look at them trying to prank me with that barely passable hickey!” What’s even more hilarious is that the photo taken from that angle indeed looks very funny. Your face heats up.
Feeling embarrassed at being found out so quick, you throw your phone onto the couch. “TOOORRUUUUUUU!!!” you yell as you jump at him, ready for a battle. The little playfighting does not go on for long as he has you pinned to the couch in a matter of seconds. “Try something new next time, baby.” He winks at you, swooping down to capture your lips in a hot kiss.
ꕤ ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ – ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜꜱᴘɪᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴏɢᴀᴛᴏʀ
His eyes widen like saucers when he first caught sight of the hickey mark on your neck, and you do your best to hold the laughter in at his comical look. He didn’t say anything though, opting to observe you from afar. Then a bit close. Then very close. You were flipping the pancake as you hummed a random song. Kageyama leans at the counter beside you, casually asking you, “Where were you today?” You smile at him, “I met some friends today!” He tilts his head, giving you long sideglances and hoping he’s being subtle, “Oh? Who are these friends?” You giggle, “My high school friends, idiot! Didn’t I tell you about them?” “Oooh… Those…” he trails off, trying to remember all the names you had said would be there. There’s nobody suspicious that would leave a mark on you like that. “Anyone else joined your meetup?” You gleam, excitedly telling him, “Oooh, yes! There was this hot guy who came up to us and hung out with us! He was cool. Ro took him home.” You play it cool, knowing Kageyama hates it when you call other men adjectives like cool and hot infront of him.
“Nothing else happened?” his eyes narrow. You turn to look a him. Kageyama snaps his head, quickly looking away. You act dumb, “What do you mean?” Kageyama gulps, “You didn’t–” He starts, “You didn’t cheat on me, did you?” Fake-surprised, you gasp, “What? No! Why would you say that?”
He points to your throat, eyes already misty, “There’s- there’s a little something on your neck.” He looks away, trying to hide the moisture slowly collecting on his eyes. Kageyama is a silent lover, and watching him in pain pained you too. Switching off the gas, you cup his face, making him look at you. “Tobio. Tobio, hey!” You say softly, making him focus on you. “I’m sorry. It was just a prank.”
He grimaces, closing his eyes and letting the tears drop on either cheek, “I hate you for this.” He whispers, arms pulling you to his chest. You can feel the rumbling in his chest as he shudders at the possibility of you cheating on him. It makes you sad and guilty, “I’m sorry, Tobio. Promise I won’t do that ever again.” You rub at his back comfortingly. He pulls back, “Promise?” he demands. “Promise.” You nod at him as he pulls you in for a kiss.
ꕤ ꜱᴀᴋᴜꜱᴀ ᴋɪʏᴏᴏᴍɪ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴏɴᴇ
You close the door gently behind you, not wanting to disturb your boyfriend if he was asleep. As you remove your shoes, Sakusa’s head pops from the bedroom. “You are late.” You chuckle, “No shit, Sherlock. I had to work overtime.”
He hums, looking at the clock that’s striking half past ten. “Did you have dinner?” You shake your head. And as if on cue, your stomach grumbles and he grins at the embarrassed expression on your face. “Come on, I’ll heat up the leftovers for you.” Nodding your head you move to the dining table, cracking your neck strategically as you walk past him, offering him a clear glance at the hickey-like mark decorating your neck.
Sitting at the dining table, you look at the brooding boyfriend. “What’s up?” You ask, knowing well that he saw the faux-hickey. Sakusa’s brows furrow and he shakes his head, “Wait a minute, I’ll be right back.” he says before striding over to the bedroom. You look at the bedroom confused until he returns. And when you see what he brought with him your eyes widen.
Jumping up from your seat you rush to quickly put the dining table between you ans Sakusa. “Come here, y/n.” Sakusa says menacingly, his choice of weapon - a spraybottle filled with liquid hand sanitizer in his hand. “Why the hand sanitizer?” You question. “You need to be cleaned up a bit.”
“No, I don’t?”
“Stop fussing, baby. I’ll clean you up real quick.” You squeal as Sakusa suddenly jumps over the table. You dash away from the table, rushing into the living room with Sakusa hot on your heels. “Stop! Stop chasing me!” You holler as you both circle the sofa, giggling at the same time.
“Can’t, love. I must clean you up this instant.” He somberly states before leaping over the sofa. This time luck is against you as his long arm wraps around your waist, yanking you to his lap as he sits on the sofa. Pinning your hands above your head, he sprays the liquid hand sanitizer on your neck.
You squeal at the unpleasantly wet and cold sensation on your neck. Sakusa grabs a handkerchief from his pajama pocket and rubs vigorously at your neck, easily removing the stain. And he only leaves you once he ensures that your neck is spotless.
”All good.” He smiles looking down at you. “Did you know that was supposed to be a hickey?” Sakusa’s eyes widen momentarily, but then he looks at the color stain on his handkerchief and looks back at you questioningly. You sigh, sitting up in his lap and explaining what a hickey prank is. “But if you wanted a hickey, I could just give you one?” He questions, looking at you judgingly.
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On my knees for literally anything with Kiyoomi, I’ve been thinking about your response to my ask for DAYS
Anything for you az babe.
𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐓.
—cw: gn!reader, semi-public sex, soft dom Sakusa, slight exhibitionism.
This is so small bcoz I got insecure abt what I was writing. But I'll continue if this gets good feedback
Kiyoomi is an observant person. There's a reason he was in the Top 5 aces in Japan. So when he saw you rubbing your thighs together, he knew something was up.
"Is something wrong, baby?" He questioned, reaching out for your hand. You both were sitting in his car, waiting for Atsumu to be back with the bagels he wanted so much. He was willing to stand in this ridiculous big line for it.
"Uh—no. Everything's fine." You hesitated but he saw right through you.
"You know you can tell me, right?" He brushed his fingers against your knuckles.
"Uhm...it's just— I think I have a problem." You spread your legs and there it was. Kiyoomi's eyes widened to see a wet spot on the fabric of your bottoms. That's how it led to you getting fucked in his car in the parking lot.
You were bouncing up and down on his cock, feeling the bliss. He reached out between your legs and started stroking it. Your moans were muffled on his shoulders when Kiyoomi pulled you in a hug. Teeth sinking in his skin as he sank his long dick in you again and again, fucking you fast yet nice.
"You can tell me anytime if you have a problem, okay? I'm always here to help you, sweetheart" he said, brushing his knuckles against your sweaty forehead and cheeks. He pulled you in for a hard kiss, both getting closer to your orgasms. You had to be fast before someone saw you. Oh but someone did see you already.
Atsumu clenched the brown paper bag in his hands, his breath heavy watching you two have steamy sex in the car. His cock twitched at the way Kiyoomi guided your hips up and down on his cock. Shit. He had a boner in public. He wished to turn around and disappear for a while. That, until you both locked eyes with him, muttering something to each other that he couldn't comprehend because he was too busy thinking about something nasty.
I should write a part 2 ig. What do you think?😭
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“hey, pick a number real quick.” atsumu asks you with his eyes still glued to his phone.
“uhhh 7.” you mutter.
“7 must be your lucky number, huh?” he says looking up from his phone, recalling all the times you’ve pointed out the number 7 or how you’ve just always been drawn to that number.
“mhm. it is.” you confirm with a content smile.
“why 7?” atsumu questions with a raised eyebrow. “why not 69 or 3 just like everyone else’s?”
you snort at his humor. “well i don’t think I’ve told you this but, it’s because your volleyball jersey number was 7 in high school.”
atsumu’s eyes widen just as fast as his lips tug into the widest grin. “really?! how come ’m just finding out about this now?!”
“hm, you never asked.”
before you know it atsumu’s plopped down right next to you on the couch and snuggling up against your left arm.
“ya should’ve told me sooner…” atsumu pouts. “ya coulda been wearing my jersey at every game- actually… wait here.” he bolts off out of the living room leaving you slightly confused but comes back within a minute and has a familiar item in his hands.
he unfolds it and brings it up next to his face. “ta-da!” behold, one of atsumu’s high school volleyball jersey that still appears in pretty decent condition.
you smile at the number 7 printed on the shirt that brought back many memories and started it all. atsumu gestures for you to sit up so he can slide the shirt right on you.
he gasps and his eyes gleam in adoration. “ya look so good in my jersey baby!”
you smile and walk up to the hanging mirror next to your couch. “it still smells like you.” you note after getting a whiff of the familiar, comforting scent of your boyfriend.
he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder, still with the biggest cheesy smile on his face.
“why’d you ask for a number anyway?” you finally ask.
“oh just wanted to text samu and ask him to make us onigiris.”
you turn around to face him. “and… you’re gonna ask him to make us 7?”
“well…. yes n’ you’re gonna help me eat em’!” he cheerfully exclaims.
you let out a chuckle and lightly press a kiss on his nose. “whatever ya say, tsumu. number 7 on the court, number 1 in my heart.”
he doesn't know what possessed him to say it, honestly.
you were just sitting down, his head in your lap, arms around your waist, body curled around you like a pretty blond koala. his eyes fluttered open and close as he listened to you talk about your day, preening, almost, at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.
you were quite surprised at the his sudden clingy behavior, but you weren't one to turn him away when he just about rarely got like this. you'd just figured he'd had a bad day at work from how he was. almost.. too quiet.
he could tell that you had questions, and he'd explain when he could come up with the right words, but he was content with just basking in your presence without talking. for once, the great kei tsukishima, the king of dry humor - sovereign of satire and sarcasm himself, was content. he could hardly believe himself.
ick, feelings. he supposed he had some, for you at least.
he snickers when you lightly smack the back of his head for that, hiding his grin when he hears a faint i heard that. apparently he'd said that out loud.
it was true, though. he sees your expression soften, and you smile at him, the kind of smile that makes his chest ache with an unfamiliar feeling. so he says the first thing that comes to mind.
“i love you.”
you jolt, accidentally tugging on his collar, which leads him to choke, and you quickly sputter out an apology. your eyes are wide, though, and it makes his cheeks flare impossibly red as he loosens his collar. damnit. too vulnerable.
“do you mean that?” you ask, and he pauses.
he sees you singing in the kitchen as he makes pancakes in the morning, making up a little dance as you do. you may think your voice isn't that good, but it's music to his ears each time. even at six in the morning. he loves it.
he sees you lean into his touch after you fall asleep, his heart swelling as your body curls into his. even in your sleep, your response is to hold him close. (and he'll take this admission to the grave, but it helps him sleep easy at night.) he loves it.
he sees you lean forward with a smile as he goes on a tangent about his interests, finding joy in his joys, and he finds himself seeking you out every time he has something new to share. he loves it. he loves—
he loves you.
so he nods, fingers intertwined with yours, and finally succumbs to what he—and now, you—already knew.
kei tsukishima was absolutely smitten with you.
(gross, he adds, as an afterthought. how did it come to this?
it’s because you can’t live without me, comes your muffled response, positions switched now leading to your face buried into his shoulder. who else is going to keep your secret about your stashed dino plushie collection?)
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"Still no answer?"
"No." Bokuto frowns at your picture, the contact id on his phone, as the call goes to voicemail
"I'm getting worried Akaashi." He looks up, pouting thoughtfully across campus in the direction of your dorm. "I think I want to go over there...just stop by real quick."
"Are you sure that's a good idea? Maybe there's no answer because space is the best thing right now-"
But Bokuto's already charging off and, with a sigh, Akaashi follows after.
Bokuto knows the way to your dorm by heart. He spends enough time there that he knows your neighbors on both sides and across the hall. He could probably get there with his eyes closed. Or sleepwalking. He met you the first day of classes, lost and alone without Akaashi who was still at Fukurodani, and you helped each other navigate that time of uncertainty.
Through new schedules and homesickness. Across a confusing campus that threatened to swallow you whole. Between stressful classes and demanding clubs. Bokuto found peace and solace with you and when Akaashi came to college a year later and clicked into place like the three of you had always been together? It's been heaven.
Being around you makes Bokuto feel like he can take on any challenge or spike any toss. The thought that you might be hurting or something's wrong is not a situation he's going to ignore.
He knocks. He calls your name.
"Maybe we should come back-"
"No," Bokuto huffs. "It happened this bad once last year and it was awful."
"Awful for you or awful for-"
"Both!" Bokuto snaps, glowering at your door as he tries the handle. "I'm not gonna let it happen again!"
He pounds his fist and tries the handle again.
"Bokuto, it's clearly locked." Akaashi throws a worried look over his shoulder.
"No it's not!" He angrily rattles the handle and starts to swell up to his full height. "It's clearly broken and I gotta get in there!"
"Just, stay calm-"
"I AM CALM!"
"Bokuto, don't!" But before Akaashi can intervene the ace throws his shoulder against the door.
FUMP - BAM - CRASH
Bokuto practically falls into your room and you spring up in bed, clearly panicked until you see the man responsible.
Bokuto doesn't hesitate to make himself comfortable in your bed that you're still using and Akaashi settles in to work at your desk.
Thankfully you don't protest their presence, Bokuto's not sure what he would do if you did, and you drift in and out of sleep as he does his work. He's on a roll so when Akaashi gets up to go to the library Bokuto stays behind with you.
"Let me know when you're done and we'll meet you for dinner."
Akaashi lifts at eyebrow and your now-sleeping form. "Are you sure?"
Bokuto nods without looking up until Akaashi doesn't move.
"Bokuto-san I think we've intruded enough. The decision should be up to-"
Bokuto shakes his head obstinately and crosses his arms as if Akaashi's going to try to drag him out but he doesn't.
"I know you have the best intentions and I trust you," he says, adding a promise to text when he's done and then he leaves.
Silence settles in your room.
Bokuto tried to get back to work but he starts to wonder. Worry.
Is he doing the right thing?
He keeps glancing at your peaceful sleeping face and wishes he could read your mind.
You sleep until Akaashi texts and Bokuto rouses you. Despite your displeasure he convinces you to come and drags you along to the cafeteria, through the food lines, and to the table where Akaashi's waiting. You force yourself to eat and don't contribute to the conversation.
Bokuto insists he walk you back to your dorm as Akaashi goes back to the library. He doesn't realize how lost in thought he's gotten until you point it out.
"You're being awful quiet Kō...you okay?"
Your voice, no matter how soft, would break him from any reverie and when he realizes you're about to go back into your building his steps slow.
"Kō?" You frown, turning around to face him.
"I'm sorry." He clenches his fist, staring at the ground as he tries not to get angry.
He doesn't trust himself to properly convey his feelings.
"Kō?" When he doesn't look up you come closer and lean in so he has to look at you. "Bokuto."
His heart deflates a little at the use of his last name and anger at himself shifts to guilt. "I'm sorry I don't know how to make it better!"
"Kō," -the way you frown hurts his heart- "what are you talking about?"
"If I was someone else I would know what to say, I'd know what to do! I'd know how to fix this, how to help you get better or make you feel better if I was someone else! I'd know what to do!"
Arms wrap around his waist.
You with your smell, your warmth, your favorite hoodie that's actually his that you're always wearing hug him tightly.
He's frozen for a moment before his own log-limbs wrap back around you.
You're buried against him but he hears your muffled, smushed words. "Someone else would have stopped calling. Someone else would have walked away from a locked door. Or at least left when I didn't answer."
He holds you just a little bit tighter as if he can squeeze his feelings into you.
"It's not something that can be fixed with a few words, Kō," you softly say. "And there's nothing to do. It's just the way I'm wired. Like if I needed glasses or was allergic to pollen."
"Is there medicine for depression?" he asks into your hair with sudden hope at the comparisons.
You nod; there's a hint of nerves in your voice. "Yes. I'm not sure if that's something I want to try though."
"That's fine. Whatever you want to do," Bokuto pulls you even tighter against him and nuzzles your hair, "I'll be right by your side."
If anybody would’ve told his teammates that Sakusa Kiyoomi was playful, they would have laughed dead to their face, followed by a plethora of confessions about how snarky and, for lack of a better term, mean their teammate could be.
But then again, his teammates also had no idea how addictive your giggles reserved for him, and only him were.
Like just a week ago, when you’d watched from the doorframe as he made the bed, and when a cheeky little tease slipped past your lips, he wasted no time in throwing the pillow down and making a dash towards you.
“Omi!” You scream, darting to the other side of the bed, a wide grin plastered on your cheeks. He stood ready at the opposite side of the bed, making subtle darts and movements to make you hesitate running away more. “No, no, come on, sweetness,” he croons. “Tell me all about how bad I am at making the bed, I’m sure this will end super for you.”
Or like how this morning, when making a pot of coffee, Kiyoomi wasted no time in stalking into the kitchen to wrap an arm around your waist, relishing in the sleepy “hello” you gave him. But he refused to let the peace linger, and his lips found their way to the ticklish spot just beneath your ear, his obnoxiously loud, wet kissing being only covered by the giggles in protest that fell from your lips and squirming body.
“Omiiiii!” You scold, “it’s too early for this!”
“Never too early to hear your laugh,” he mumbles against your skin, but he stops his tickling just to relishing in your warmth. “And since when don’t you like when I kiss that spot on your neck?” He nips at your neck with his teeth, grinning at your whine.
“Since you stopped leaving hickeys and just started tickling me!” You squeal, shoving him away. “Go away, let me make breakfast.”
Even last weekend, you were having a temper tantrum about him not separating colors and whites- a dying art truly, he just genuinely forgets sometimes!- and he licks his teeth with his tongue and sighs.
“Don’t make me do the thing,” he says, looking you up and down and smirking when you tense. “Because I think you want me to do the thing, so you’re picking a fight with me. You just don’t want me to think you want me to the thing.”
“I don’t,” you snarl. “Don’t touch me, fuckhead, or I’ll scREAM-“ you’re cut off by your own scream as Kiyoomi lunges at you, long arms tossing around your waist and pulling you close to him. You’re fighting as hard as you can, but he’s got the power of preparation on his side, and, despite your best wishes, hoists you up and over his shoulder, pinning your legs to him so you’ve only got your feet to try and escape with.
“Go on,” he calls over his shoulder to you. “Apologize. Admit you wanted me to pick you up.”
“I didn’t!” You scold around flurries of giggles. “You can’t just do this to make me stop being mad!”
“But it seems like it’s working,” he snorts, adjusting you slightly so you’re secure enough for him to go about his day. “You hang in there, I’ll start folding the laundry.”
Fine. Admittedly, Sakusa may not be the most patient man, especially when it comes to his teammates.
But he’s more than willing to sacrifice all pride and when it comes to peeling the peals of laughter from your smiling face anytime he wishes.
— telling them to come over
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THEIR “FANGIRL” LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! PT. 2 (sugawara koushi and iwaizumi hajime)
warning: x gn!reader, crack, shirtless suga, enjoy our cute boys. please let me know if there are any mistakes~
a/n: you lot seemed to really enjoy the first part so here’s part 2!!
[ part 1 (oikawa, atsumu & suna) ]
forever known as karasuno’s angel—which, by the way, was incredibly inaccurate—one can only imagine the heaps of girls his fandom fostered.
they would fawn over the pretty setter for both his looks and his charming personality, and even empathize with his situation of being replaced; this earned kageyama many glares from suga’s dedicated fan base, not that the oblivious first year noticed.
“we got it!!”
you, yachi, and kiyoko walked into the gymnasium, hauling the boxes of jerseys for the boys.
“wow!! it looks so cool!!!” hinata jumped with excitement.
“go on and try it on. let us know if it fits so we can make alterations in time for the inter-high tournament.” coach ukai told them, nodding towards the three of you managers.
“looks like i’m the star of the show,” noya declared, chest puffed out in pride. hinata gasped loudly, eyeing the orange set the libero had on.
suga laughed, taking his shirt off to try his jersey on. right on cue, a crowd of girls appeared by the gym windows, peering with watchful eyes at the scene ahead of them.
yachi tugged on your sleeve, “umm, senpai? those girls are here again…”
you looked up and spotted the sight. groaning, you handed your clipboard to yachi, “i’ll shoo them away.”
you marched towards the exit with purpose. once you stood there, you cleared your throat. the girls jumped like frightened cats and scurried against each other.
“ladies, is this any way to act? it’s creepy. do you want to make the boys uncomfortable?” you asked, with your hands on your hips.
“we’re only here for sugawara-san, not the boys!”
the crowd agreed, and you dragged your palm against your face. then, you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend walking up behind you.
“hey, y/n. could you get this in a bigger size? it’s too tight around my biceps.”
you sighed, “here we go.” suga only looked at you in confusion, before he heard the erupt squeals and chants the girls unleashed from seeing a shirtless sugawara right in front of them.￼
as you massaged your temples to ease the growing headache they were giving you, you failed to notice the girl walking up to you two.
“why are you standing so close?!”
you looked up and saw a first year, her eyesbrows furrowed together and her fists clenched in fury.
you and suga looked at each other. you opened your mouth to protest, but you didn’t get the chance to do anything when you felt her harshly tugging you towards her, making you stumble in your step. the girl wrapped her arm around your waist, steadying you in place. to prevent yourself from falling, your arms instinctively reached out to hang around her shoulders.
slowly, she raised an accusing finger at suga. “do you have no respect for y/n? with your sweaty body so close; you’ll taint my beloved’s honor!”
“your beloved?” suga repeated, tilting his head.
“have some decency and cover yourself up,” the girl told him, “or else your gym odor will dilute the scent of y/n’s shampoo.”
“my shampoo?” you asked, “do i even know—“
“emi-chan, from class 1-2. delighted to finally meet you, y/n-senpai.” she smiled, “though i am sorry i did not come to you earlier; i should have stopped this boy from besmirching your grace sooner!”
suga chuckled, “‘besmirching￼ y/n’s grace’? i had no idea that was a thing.”
emi looked at him as though he were worth nothing, “yes, well, i don’t expect you to find fault in your actions, but just know that there is a fault.”
“oh my,” suga couldn’t help but find this ordeal amusing, he raised his arms up in faux surrender.
“and my lovely y/n must have rose-colored glasses on,” she turned to you, “when will you realize that he doesn’t deserve you?”
you blinked, “i—i like suga…a lot.”
sugawara blushed in the background, “aww thank you, angel. i like you a lot, too.”
emi pretended she didn’t hear him. “but..i like you a lot as well…won’t you like me, too?” she asked, her eyes slowly getting glossy.
“i’m sorry, emi, but i don’t know anything about you. besides your interest in my choice of shampoo, of course.” you said.
her bottom lip quivered, “oh…”
she gently let go, allowing you to stand up straight and flatten your clothes down. she looked tragically dejected, and you felt a bit bad.
“suga-senpai.” she eventually spoke up, her eyes darkly casted on the ground.
“take care of y/n. if i see you staining their honor again, you’ll be hearing from me.” she told him.
suga nodded, “roger that. i wouldn’t want to feel your wrath, emi-chan.”
“i didn’t give you permission to call me that. it’s sato-san to you.”
suga saluted her, “yes, ma’am—i mean, sato-san.” he was having too much fun with this.
she nodded, approvingly. “you might be karasuno’s angel, but you’re the devil in my eyes.” she said, striding away from the gym with confidence.
sugawara leaned in closer to you with a mischievous smirk, “well, at least she’s right about that.”
he couldn’t believe it himself, honestly.
iwaizumi was so used to oikawa having all the pretty girls’ attention. his breath hitched when he first heard about it from matsukawa and hanamaki. the two swear they saw iwa blushing that day.
but iwaizumi was more than infatuated with you; he barely paid any heed towards his fangirls. you often giggled, telling him it was fine to talk to them whenever he was approached after a game. but he would always shake his head, wrapping his strong arms around you and muttering a low, ‘your attention is enough for me.’
iwaizumi rolled his eyes. before every match, the seijoh cheerleaders passed by and flirted with their suave captain. the wing spiker found it incredibly irritating and he began walking away just like every other time, when some of the cheerleaders made their way to him.
he turned around and saw two cheerleaders approaching him. they waved, an unmistakable blush coating their cheeks.
“hi, iwa-kun…” one greeted.
the other giggled, “why are you so formal? i’m sure senpai is fine with us calling him haji. right, haji?”
iwaizumi cleared his throat loudly, feeling uncomfortable at the pet name; only you called him that. he heard oikawa’s teasing laughter, and he didn’t hesitate to throw a water bottle at the immature setter.
“who’s that?” iwaizumi quickly tried to change the topic, noticing a cowering girl standing behind them. it took the two girls a few seconds to snap out of their daze; too busy staring at iwa to register his words.
“eh? oh th-that’s hina-chan.”
iwaizumi nodded, as one of the girls grew bolder and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “she’s shy.”
the girl—hina—realized iwaizumi was looking at her and scurried away. the girls snickered, “she talks about you during practice; always asking questions about you and y/n.”
iwaizumi couldn’t care less if some girls were gossiping about him, but when you were involved, he had to intervene.
“oh yeah? and what does she say about y/n?” he asked, crossing his arms.
“hmm,” the girl tapped her chin in thought, “things like ‘why are they together?’ or ‘he shouldn’t be with them!’ and so on.”
iwaizumi could practically feel the vein in his forehead popping, a low growl scratching the back of his throat. his eyes immediately tried to find you, only to spot hina-chan talking to you.
he immediately jogged over to you, spotting the frown you wore on your face as hina spoke with burning fervor.
“and what’s going on here?” he asked, instantly wrapping an arm around you protectively.
hina looked away and huffed, “nothing.”
“really? you seemed to have been terrorizing y/n from the looks of it.”
her eyes widened, “i would never terrorize my darling y/n!”
now iwaizumi was incredibly confused. he thought hina was harassing you about him like a crazed fangirl but he seemed to have been greatly misled.
“ha?” he asked. you quickly held onto his arm to explain, “haji—“
“y/n shouldn’t be with you! y/n should be with me! i was only trying to prove how hostile you are!”
if iwaizumi wasn’t angry before, he sure was now. him? hostile? with you?!
“i’ll have you know i treat y/n with the upmost respect and care. a-at least i hope y/n knows i do…” he scratched the back of his head. “but i’d never be aggressive with them!” he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest with a scornful huff.
hina gasped, “but you threw a water bottle at oikawa-san! that’s very aggressive if you ask me!”
iwa scoffed, “that’s because he’s an idiot.”
deciding to speak up, you pulled iwaizumi closer to you. “hina…haji is a very good boyfriend. he treats me very well—he’s such a gentleman, really. he would never lay a finger on me, not a chance. so, you shouldn’t worry about him being “hostile” towards me, because he would never do such a thing.”
iwaizumi felt his ears burn at your words, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to swallow down his flustered feelings. you smiled as he lifted his hand up to cover his reddening face.
the pair of you watched as hina’s cheeks started heating up, her legs awkwardly shuffling in place as she gripped onto the ends of her skirt.
“i am s-so sorry, iwaizumi-senpai! i seem to have misunderstood…my sincerest apologies, i won’t bother you or y/n again!!” and with that, she ran back to her fellow cheerleaders, hiding behind them as tears started forming in her eyes due to embarrassment.
“she seemed really sweet,” you commented, turning to iwaizumi.
he nodded, still feeling a bit shy. you only grinned and poked his side playfully, “good luck on the game, haji. play well for me, okay?”
he coughed loudly, “right.” he said, before stalking back to his trio of friends, who were currently clutching their stomachs in a fit of laughter.
you heard a distant “who are you laughing at, dumbass?”, followed by a harsh thud, accompanied with the captain’s cry for help.
sorry for being so inactive, folks. i’m wrapping up my last semester and graduating soon so it’s been pretty hectic but i hope you enjoyed this short post hehe, till next time!
thanks for calling darkmegs!!
Thinking about next door neighbor Atsumu who, when he moved in, scurried around the hallway all Sunday with unlabeled boxes in hand, foul words falling from his mouth as he cursed under his breath, earning disapproving head shakes from your fellow neighbors. Who, at the end of the day, sat on the front porch with a scowl on his face, angrily munching away on a bowl of instant ramen, exhausted and entirely sapped of energy. Even weeks later, you could spot unopened boxes still sitting in his corridor as you stole glances through his open door when he left his apartment to go to the gym.
Next door neighbor Atsumu, who regularly forgets his laundry in the washing machine and profusely thanks you when you go to remind him of it. Who‘s clothes are always wrinkly, apart from the skin-hugging pieces that cling to his build oh so nicely, because you’re sure he doesn‘t even own a flat iron.
Who cleans his windows every once in a while when his mother reminds him but never the windowsill because “the rain will clean it perfectly fine.” (untrue)
Who’s always drenching wet and drags dirt into the stairway whenever it rains because he never brings an umbrella and thinks the doormat is just for decoration.
Who greets you in the hallway with a tired but contented smile the morning after celebrating a big win, voice hoarse from passionate yells, but the good kind of hoarse that resonates in your soul and has you flustered for no particular reason.
Who looks so unrightfully and effortlessly good even when he just got home from his morning run, hair disheveled and a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. Who‘s muscles bulge so deliciously when he‘s carrying his bike up the stairs that you can‘t tear your eyes off him, although you know you should not gawk like that.
Who‘s your fearless and heroic savior whenever there‘s a spider terrorizing you, graciously accepting a homecooked dinner as compensation for his “hard work.”
Who you always come to to have him open your jars despite you knowing that the trick is to let hot water run over the lid. Who knows that you know because he’s seen you open jars on your own before but who also prides himself in knowing that he’s the one you go to for help.
Who’s looking through the peephole and stands behind the door a little longer when he sees you to avoid looking too eager, but whose grin that’s plastered on his face before he’s even fully opened the door yet is a dead giveaway.
Who holds open the door for you even when you’re not quite close to it yet and grins at your awkward little half-jog as you try to not keep him waiting for too long, and does it on purpose, too.
Who gives you a spare key to his apartment “in case he locks himself out,” and because “it’s cheaper than calling the key service,” but secretly relishes in this sense of domesticity.
Who invites you to dinner at Onigiri Miya, raving about the food with pride swelling in his chest, because that‘s my annoying brother. Who has you try all sorts of flavors and remembers your favorites to bring you a batch every once in a while, suggesting you eat with him when you insist on doing something to repay the favor.
Sighing thinking about sweet, sweet neighbor Atsumu who I wish lived near me but my neighbor only sucks at recycling and plays accordion at ungodly hours (badly)
𝐁𝐟 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭 - 𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐯 𝐉𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤
Cast(s): GN!Reader ft. Kageyama, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Ushijima, Oikawa
A/n: Should've posted something like this when these official arts just released</3
his daughter calls him by his first name —pt 3
feat. gn!reader x kuroo tetsurou, sugawara koushi, tsukishima kei, kozume kenma
cw. food mention (tsukishima, kenma), sassy children, tooth-rotting fluff
note. I don't think I ever posted this part previously but if I did, it's from my old account @/atsuvu !!
pt 1. pt 2.
“Come on sweetheart, you’ve got plenty of dolls at home,” Tetsurou sighed, tugging his daughter’s arm away from the shop window. She whined, trying to grab the display with her free hand.
“No, this one’s special, Daddy! Her hair grows, you can pull it and make it longer!” Tetsurou sighed. That was exactly what the house needed, another doll to step on in the dark.
“I said no, and that’s final. Some kids don’t have any dolls at all, and you have… at least more than four! Be grateful for your toys and let someone else get that one.” She sniffed, her hand falling from her dad’s.
“Tetsu, please buy me this doll?” She pointed, her eyes gazing longingly in his direction. He nearly did a double take upon hearing the familiar whine; after all, it had only been a matter of time before she’d start mimicking you to get what she wanted. He sighed, walking back to pick her up and place her on his shoulders.
“You copycat. You know that won’t work on me.” Well, it would’ve, if you hadn’t told him he’d be sleeping on the couch if she came home with another toy.
“Look at my drawing, Papa!” Your daughter giggled, running up to his desk and holding her paper just above the surface. He smiled, but didn’t turn, still grading his students’ tests. He’d put it off all weekend, and now he needed them finished for the next day.
“You’re very talented, dear.” She frowned, disappointed at his lack of attention. After all, he hadn’t been able to take his attention off of her all weekend long, so why was he ignoring her now?
“Koushi! Eyes this way!” She demanded. He raised a brow, circling the last mistake on the sheet before placing it in the completed pile and turning to face her.
“What was that?” She fiddled with the corner of her paper guiltily.
“I said… Papa look this way?” She didn’t sound very convinced herself. Koushi shook his head, picking her up and setting her on his lap.
“Your drawing is very nice, dear. If you want, you can sit on my lap while I finish my work and then we can put it on the wall, how does that sound?” She nodded ecstatically. “But I need you to be my good little girl and not cause trouble while you’re here. That’s easy enough, isn’t it?”
You were very lucky Akiteru was in town, otherwise you wouldn’t have the opportunity to go out for a much-needed date night with Kei. He didn’t want to leave your daughter with just any babysitter, and his brother was more than willing to take care of his niece for a few hours. When you stepped in the door, not suspecting a thing, she quickly hopped up from the couch and ran across the lamp-lit living room to hug her parents.
“Isn’t it past your bedtime, missy?” You questioned, while at the same time, she exclaimed,
“Kei!” Your husband, who had turned away to hang up coats, cocked his head toward the couch, where Akiteru sat innocently.
“You turned my daughter against me.”
“What? How was this my fault?” Kei bent down to pick up his daughter, bouncing her slightly, knowing how much she loved being so high up in the air.
“You know you’re supposed to call me Dad,” he murmured, smoothing down her wild blonde hair. She giggled, resting her head on his shoulder. “So why aren’t you asleep, huh? Did he give you candy?” She pouted.
“No. I jus’—” she yawned “—wan’ed to see you before I went to bed.” Akiteru grinned.
“She was really well behaved, helped me make dinner.”
“I didn’t ask you.”
“Wait, what time is it?” Kenma mumbled, checking his phone. “Oh, okay, so I’ll end the stream in… let’s say about 15 minutes, that’s probably when we’ll eat dinner here.” The chat was flooded with disappointed messages and a few asking how his daughter was or cooing over how cute it was that he loved his family so much. “Hm? Something behind me?”
“Kenma!” Said father’s eyes widened slightly, his shoulders quaking with silent laughter. Spinning in his chair, he faced his daughter, hands folded like a stereotypical CEO.
“What was that? Just now, I thought I heard someone say my name. Did you hear it?” She shook her head.
“Nope. Not at all. Are you playing games?” She stood on her tip toes, trying to peer around him to see his monitors.
“Yeah, I’m playing the slime game.” Her eyes light up.
“Did you get any new pretty girls?”
“Not any as pretty as you. I have to do more quests and save up to get more pretty girls.” He brushed her bangs out of her eyes. “Did you come to tell me something?” Her eyes lit up and she face-palmed lightly.
“Yeah! Dinner is ready! We’re having meat and rice!” She skipped out of the room, shutting the door and bringing back the dark atmosphere. Turning back to his stream with a small smile, Kenma exited the game.
“Well, then our stream is over now. Kuroo, stop spamming. I’ll see you all next time.” He paused before ending the stream, reading something in the chat. His blank expression softened. “Yeah, she really is the best.”
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