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38riku · 2 years

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╭ ❥ sugawara’s bday post + bonuses

ft post-time skip haikyuu men

synopsis — milf!reader, black coded, use of she/her pronouns.

cw — this post contains 18+ content. minors and ageless blogs do not interact or you will blocked. public sex. breeding. praise. bondage. oral (m. & f. receiving) cum eating (?) use of pet names.

includes — sugawara, sawamura, iwaizumi, and hinata

notes — birthday post for sugawara that got out of hand. it’s 11:35 so im still on time! not proofread (again its 11:35 and I want to sleep 🥹)

tags — @gabzlovesu @thathoneybee3 @dazaisfavgf

sugawara k. ♡

— your son’s kindhearted kindergarten teacher who offers you sweet smiles, casual small talk, and lingering stares that make your face heat up. you were content with your relationship with the handsome male.

— but he wasn’t.

— you were just so pretty. wearing those fluttery sundresses that made every movement that more noticeable, or the sophisticated sweater dresses and tights that made your thighs look oh so delectable.

— you had to know what you were doing to him. it was driving him crazy be he is a gentleman first and foremost. however, you continued to stretch his self control thinner and thinner with each encounter.

— and today, during the intermission of kindergarten graduation – it snapped.

“shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep quiet or everyone will hear how much of a slut you are for me.”

you couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this. the very-high chance of being caught, pressed against the tiled wall of the hallway where anyone could walk out and see your sons kindergarten teacher balls deep in you.

your legs felt like jelly and if it wasn’t for his hold on you, keeping you upright and legs locked around his waist, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed.

“you feel so good,” he praised, trailing kisses from the side of your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin at your nape. “if you keep squeezing me like that I’ll make you a mommy again.”

“p-please —” you breathed out, your words soft and airy as you whined. “wanna feel it, koushi~”

sugawara chuckled, his hips stuttering for a moment as he rested his forehead on yours. “anything for you beautiful, now go on, I know you’re close.”

your lips sought out his to stifle the symphony of moans that fell from your lips. he indulged in you, of course, he couldn’t say no if he tried.

pulling away, he gauged your blissed expression as you came — brows knitted, eyes glassy, and lips glossy from his own. the straps of your pretty dress hung off your shoulder as your neck began to bruise a purplish red from his earlier assault.

it was beautiful enough to make him cum on the spot, groaning as he held you in place with the strength from his athletic years.

sugawara placed you on your feet, snapping your panties in place with his usual charming smile it made you wonder how the same man had you whimpering like a teenage girl a minute ago.

“I’ll see you after the ceremony sweetheart.”

sawamura d. ♡

— you and daichi were acquainted for lack of a better word. your son has a habit to be reckless and is dumb enough to get caught. this tends to happen when you’re out of town, leaving him with his father who can’t set him straight like you do.

— daichi is usually the officer on duty. these incidents happen in the early hours of the morning, on weekends – precisely his work hours.

— he knows your kid isn’t a bad kid, in fact, he reminds him of him when he was around that age.

— you sped over from the airport, picked him up and took him home and returned to fill out the paperwork.

— daichi could tell you were tired, frustrated, and overall stressed to the brim, but damn were you the finest woman he has ever laid eyes on.

— your hair was clipped back loosely, straightened strands framing your face as your eyes skimmed the familiar document. his gaze, as inappropriate as it may be, fell to the white button up shirt that did nothing but accentuate your cleavage, teasing the red bra you had underneath.

— one wrongfully right move and he’ll throw caution to the wind without a second thought.

“f-fuck just like that-” he rasped, staring down at where you were between his legs in the faculty break room. never has he been so thankful for his go-for-nothing coworkers that don’t bother showing up.

all he did was offer to release some stress with a massage. calloused hands working firmly to get rid of the knots in your back but you were moaning about how good it felt.

he couldn’t help the tent in his uniform but you offered to. ‘returning the favor’ you insisted, guiding him to the chair and shamelessly fell to your knees.

neatly manicured nails were wrapped around the base as the other popping the buttons of your blouse tantalizing slow. you put on the real show with your mouth: lips wrapping around his cock, your tongue dragging against the underside, hell even the hollowing of your cheeks made him weak.

“you’re a little vixen you know that?” he seethed, thighs flexing as you hummed against his length. his gaze dropped to your fully exposed chest still decorated with the lacy fabric. you looked like a dream but he prayed that this is his reality.

you removed your lips with an audible pop, pumping him vigorously and staring up at him with an innocence that’s mocking.

“want you to cum right here, okay?” you mused, dragging your finger across the valley of your breast. “i promise I’ll clean it up, won’t have to worry about a thing handsome.”

seriously, how was he supposed to hold out when you say things like that?

he came, hard, painting your chest right where you told him too in sticky ropes of white. his head was leaned back in ecstasy, dark strands sticking to the sweat slicked skin of his forehead.

semi-embarrassed, he covered his reddened face with his arm, catching his breath and refusing to look at you to prevent another erection.

against his better judgement he took a peek, and regretted it immediately as blood began rushing back to his cock.

there you were, gathering his cum with your fingers and sucking it off as if this was some shitty porno.

“keep it up and you’ll be going dumb on my cock by sunrise.”

iwaizumi h. ♡

— it’s been three years since you had your daughter and the baby weight is just as stubborn as the little girl!

— you had no idea where the start with a meal plan, gym equipment, it was a bit overwhelming and you decided to hire someone to help ease the stress even by a little.

— unfortunately in iwaizumi’s case, all you did was cause stress.

— not in a proper sense. you were nice, adored your kid, worked hard, and not that much older than him.

— that is the issue.

— you were perfect in every sense of the word. a little too perfect. he couldn’t help but think about putting you in more compromising positions and getting comfy when showing you the ropes to certain equipment.

— the last thing he would want to do is make you uncomfortable but if the situation calls for it maybe he can put it all on the line.

“you’re so fucking pretty I swear.” he grunts, his blunt honesty making your body heat up. you wanted so badly to cover your face, instinctively hide your body, but the elastic ropes around your wrist made that impossible.

his kisses were chaste, sweet, but made you shiver each time they came in contact with your soft skin.

“you’re t-teasing me,” he only chuckled at that, teasing your folds with his fingers before he slipped one in, making you jolt from the intrusion.

“trust me on this baby, I’m not teasing you. i mean it when I say you’re sexy as hell.” his gaze was fixated on you as he added a second finger, watching as your lips parted to allow a wanton moan to reach his ears.

he was taking the time to learn you body, what made your face twist and pleasure or caused you to be the most vocal, adjusting it to his leisure until his hand shined from your pools of arousal.

“gonna taste ya, and you’re going to keep these legs nice and spread for me alright? don’t make me tie ‘em down too.”

iwaizumi almost felt bad when he saw the tears leak from your eyes but, as he flattened his tongue against your clit, your eyes rolling back in the purest form of ecstasy, any and all second thoughts flew out the window as he began to devour you.

it was a struggle. resisting the urge to squeeze your thighs shut became your main focus. not the volume of your moans that passerby’s are sure to hear from the outside or the sheer desperation in your voice as you begged him to keep going.

your orgasm came in a flash, your legs convulsing as they closed around his head but he didn’t mind — not when you did so well for him.

when you body calmed down he untied your hands, sitting you up and pulling you flush against him on the bench.

“is it really a workout if only one of us is sweating?”

hinata s. ♡

— brazil has a lot to offer hinata. endless summer, an attractive tan, a reconciliation with an old rival turned friend, and you : a pretty exchange student studying abroad.

— he truly thinks the two of you are meant to be. what are the chances are being here, at the same time, in the same hotel, and crossing paths?

— hinata is absolutely smitten by you three months in of your friendship. you’re fun to be around, trying new things left and right, and when you speak portuguese?

— top him and top him now.

— the day he found out you had a daughter no older than four, showing him the various pictures of the two of you (and begrudgingly the details of her father when asked) he is seeing you in an entirely new light.

— you were stunning when you were pregnant, and your daughter is splitting image of you, but he can’t help but imagine you swollen with his kid.

— he wants it, he wants it bad.

“fucking hell princess, I can barely move.” he grunted, keeping his unruly pace as he bullied your cervix over and over again without trying.

hinata was delighted. you were taking him, stretching to accommodate his girth. if it wasn’t for your nails digging into the skin of his back he would think he was dreaming.

“‘s too much, g-gonna break me!” tears streamed down your cheeks as you hiccuped, moans sounding more and more like whimpers as he continued to fuck you stupid.

he only scoffed, gripping your wrist with one hand without messing up his rhythm. “can’t break the pussy that was made for me, can I?”

hinata was hyper aware to ever sound that accumulated between the two of you. the hotel bed creaking underneath you, every whine, whimper, hiccup, and moan that left your lips, the sound of his balls slapping your ass witch each thirst; he was hypnotized by sex with you.

the words you tried to say were jumbled, incoherent, and he cooed at the sight. “gonna cum baby? go on, say what I wanna hear and I’ll let you.”

you felt like you were sinking, deeper and deeper until the pleasure you felt felt became too much. the pressure in your abdomen felt odd, yet, you couldn’t release it. not when he was staring you down like that, daring you to cum without permission.

“p-please let me cum shoyo, I-I can’t hold it,” the desperation in your voice made him twitch inside you, the untamed lust and want causing his release to creep up on him quicker than usual.

“you better make a mess on it princess.”

i can explain … 🧍🏽‍♀️but I will not

#happy birthday sugawara my bby <3 #almost forgot the tags its now 11:45 omg #x black reader #black y/n #black reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata smut #hinata shoyo smut #sawamura daichi x reader #daichi x reader #sugawara smut #sugawara x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut

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daikushiji · 3 years

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oh my goodness i just read the ones about "his crush drawing a heart on his hand" and i'm jus bout died😭 could you maybe add yams, suga, and kenma? 👉🏻👈🏻 if that's alright?🥺

his crush draws a heart on his hand (pt. 3)

pairings: sugawara x reader, kenma x reader, yamaguchi x reader

a/n: hiii bby!! thanks for the request, i honestly missed writing this series omg hope you like it <33 [part 1 and part 2 here!!]

Sugawara Kōshi

silently slipping up behind suga, you want to catch him off guard

but as you’re about to tap on his shoulder, he turns his head to look at you

”what are you trying to do?”

”how can i never scare you?” huffing, you sit down in front of him

”maybe you shouldn’t giggle if you want to surprise me” he ruffles your hair to greet you, loving the feeling of it between his fingers

when he notices the pout on your lips, a worried expression takes over him

”you didn’t call me last night”

right. how can he explain that he actually spent hours staring at your number, trying to find the courage to speak with you, without sounding like a hopeless mess?

”i’m so sorry! i totally forgot about it” he lies, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile

”but you promised to tell me about your exam” frowning at his words, you slightly lean towards him

”there’s not much to say anyway, i think it went okay but i don't know when they're gonna grade it”

you simply hum in response, before beginning to play with his hand absent-mindedly

then picking up a pen from his desk, you start drawing a heart on his palm

while you’re focused on your masterpiece, he has to fight the urge to hold your hand

and once you’re done, you look up at him with a satisfied grin

”this way you'll remember me whenever you look at it” you gently squeeze his fingers “and maybe tonight you won’t forget to call me”

trying to hold back a chuckle, he nods with his lips pressed together

do you really think he needs a reminder when you’re his constant thought?

Kozume Kenma

squinting his eyes, kenma observes the scene in front of him with his nose crinkled

why is everything so loud?

the balls bouncing on the floor, the squeaking sound of shoes, his teammates jumping and running all around the court

shoving his fists in his pockets, he quickly leaves the overwhelming place

when he finds a quiet spot behind the gym, he leans against a tree to clear his mind

it's nice how he can only hear the wind blowing through the leaves now

as he rests his head against the hard surface, a heavy sigh escapes his mouth

”are you okay?” your soft voice makes him open his eyes again

”i just wanted to be alone for a moment” he mumbles with his face buried in his jacket

the way he’s trying his best to not meet your eyes makes you feel unwanted

”but i’m glad you’re here” he hurries to add, as if he understood you were almost leaving

he can still feel a certain heaviness on his chest, but your presence alone is enough to calm him down

"is something bothering you?" slightly tilting your head, you offer him a kind smile

"it's nothing" he tries to assure you, shrugging his shoulders

of course you don't believe him, as you can easily see through him

but you don't even want to keep pushing him when he clearly doesn't want to talk

so, after searching for a pen in your bag, you gently grab his hand to draw a small heart on it

”you can use it as a button to pause the world when you need to catch your breath”

looking down at his hand still in yours, a small smirk tugs at his lips

"thank you" he whispers, finally meeting your gaze

not letting go of his hand, you stand in front of him

”you’re ready to go back inside?”

Yamaguchi Tadashi

”what’s his favourite cake flavour?”

”chocolate? i mean, everybody likes it”

”he’s your best friend, you should know these things”

playfully rolling your eyes, you keep writing down everything you need to celebrate tsukishima’s birthday

resting his chin on his hand, yamaguchi can’t help but stares at your figure

”do you think he suspects something?” you ask him, tugging at his sleeve to bring him back to reality

”i hope not” with a shy grin, he grabs the back of his neck

obviously tsukki noticed that after practice he recently stopped going back home with him

but seeing you two sneaking around together was enough for him, just happy that his friend was finally able to spend some time with his crush

”we still need to think of a gift” you sigh, plopping your head down onto his shoulder

swallowing back his nervousness, he tries his best not to squirm at the sudden touch

deep in thoughts, you tap your pen against your lips out of habit

he really wants to be helpful, but god you’re making it difficult for him

when you notice him staring, he quickly turns his head to hide his rosy cheeks

sniggering at his reaction, you take his hand in yours

as his eyes secretly follow your moves, you bring your pen from your lips to the back of his hand to doodle something on it

”i will draw one whenever i catch you getting distracted”

yeah, that day he got back home with his hand full of little hearts

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periwnklblu · 3 years

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the setters and their lockscreens

featuring: kageyama, atsumu, sugawara and akaashi

it’s my birthday and i can write bad if i want to

this pics are ofc not mine, i found them on pinterest! pls enjoy these and feedback is always appreciated <3

will most likely edit later

kageyama

the story behind it: Kageyama loved to practice, even on his days off from formal practice; but he also loved being with you. which is what led you to entertain yourself while he runs himself tired at the neighborhood park you were both at. once he finally decides to take a break and lays down on the blanket you set out earlier, the first thing he does is check through his notifications on his phone. in the midst of scrolling, he hears the crunching of grass beneath your feet as you tried your best to stealthily approach him. poor bby tobio was trying so hard to hide the pinterest board he was looking at before you “surprised” him *cough* engagement rings *cough*, he accidentally opens his camera app instead. now Kageyama is no photographer, but in that moment he knows it’s a perfect shot. he quickly snaps the pictures just moments before you pout in realization that he could see you all along. he never tells you he changed his lock screen to you until hinata mentions how creepy it is to see kageyama smile every time he looks at his phone.

atsumu:

the story behind it: atsumu constantly changes his lock screen because he loooooooves showing off his relationship to others. this picture in particular has a three week streak, especially since it was taken the day he returned from a long training camp. atsumu meant to surprise you at your house but when he arrived, you were in the shower and unaware of his presence. he meant to lay down and wait for you to emerge from the bathroom, but you were taking too long and his eyes could no longer fight the sleep. he was blissfully dreaming about you when he was suddenly woken up by a weight on his back. overjoyed with finally seeing your boyfriend, you snuggle into his back for who knows how long before deciding to take out your phone and capturing the moment. atsumu whined until you sent him the picture and not only made it his lock screen, but posted it across all his social media platforms too.

sugawara:

the story behind it: you both showed up to your friends party separately and had unknowingly matched with each other. while everyone else was in the main room, you insisted on taking advantage of the lighting and having a whole photo shoot instead. running out of pose ideas, you both begin to maneuver around each other in hopes of finding inspiration for your next pose. caught up in each other’s giggle and soft touches, you don’t realize that your self timer is still going, taking nothing but blurry pictures every few seconds until you two land in this position for more than a few moments. you completely forgot about this picture until later that night when you were going through your camera roll, making you smile and sending it to suga. “this one didn’t come out too bad”. pls he was so obsessed with the picture he put it as his lock screen and made a point to show all his friends and family.

akaashi:

the story behind it: my babyyy,,, anyways, this was taken for your birthday. your family had planned a surprise dinner with all your siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles and Akaashi was the only non-family member invited. you were so surprised when you walked in and saw your family and favorite person that you couldn’t stop smiling the entire night. it wasn’t until it was time to cut the cake that you couldn’t help the happy emotions you were feeling, especially while watching Akaashi get along so well with your family. while your mom was frantically trying to get everyone rallied around the table, you tug on his sleeve which successfully gives you his attention. without any warning, you pull him in for a chaste kiss followed by a small “thank you for being here”. neither of you knew that your sister, who had deemed herself the photographer of the night, had captured the intimate moment and sent it to both of you as a birthday gift. since that night, it became not only his but your lock screen as well <3

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sonnets-and-snowdrops · 6 years

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We Don’t Need it Anymore

i.e., a Sugawara-centric not-quite-birthday-fic :)

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Pairing: None, really. Kageyama/Suga if you squint, I guess, but it’s supposed to be a senpai/kōhai thing more than a shippy thing. But read it however you want to, of course! Genre: Missing scene, light angst (but with a happy ending, I promise, so don’t worry too much!) Rating: General/All Audiences Word Count: 1k Warnings: None! Summary: Eyyy, it’s my first ever Haikyuu!! fic! Strictly speaking, I *suppose* it’s a birthday fic for my sweet bby Suga, but it isn’t really birthday-themed. Still, the fact that his birthday was yesterday (June 13) isn’t a coincidence. Birthday-themed or not, it’s a nice, little exploration of some Suga feels, and actually, I’ve been meaning to write it for a while now. His birthday just provided the occasion/motivation I needed, I suppose!

This fic is set (ha-ha) during the very beginning of the first season. The first part takes place shortly before Asahi’s return to the team, and the second part takes place shortly after.

ALSO thank you to @imaginarydragonling, both for getting me into Haikyuu!! in the first place and for being a constant pillar of support to me, as a writer and as a human. Love you lots, my friend.

Enjoy! <3

Sugawara Kōshi can hardly believe the words that are coming out of his mouth.

“You don’t need to throw it away, Yamaguchi – it’s fine! If we repair it, we can use it again…!”

He shows Yamaguchi a shaky imitation of his signature smile, but he sees the way his young teammate looks at him. I reacted much too strongly, Suga thinks, his heart sinking. Yamaguchi was only trying to help, after all. And, what’s more, his point is a good one. The broom has snapped clean in two, and pointy splinters protrude at both ends.

It’s dangerous to keep a broom like that around. If they aren’t careful, someone, Suga knows, could get hurt.

But even so, against both safety regulations and his better judgement, Suga tucks the broken broom back in its usual spot in the shadowy corner of the equipment room.

Maybe, just maybe, some former glory can be salvaged from that tired, old broom. Maybe, just maybe, the past will win the day one more time before it’s forced to give way to the future.

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Suga’s arms and legs are burning with the aftermath of exertion. His heart is still pounding fast, and his emotions are still running happy and high. He’s not sure he’s ever played a more thrilling game in his life. A silly, heartfelt grin springs to his lips at the thought. He never, never in all his years as a volleyball player, believed he’d think something like that about a practice match against a humble neighborhood volleyball association.

He sighs, feeling extremely content, and decides to make his way towards the equipment room; after all, even in the wake of victory, the net must be taken down and folded, and the balls must be returned to their places, and the floors must be swept. Behind him, he hears Noya-san spouting his fiery congratulations to Asahi, who, Suga is certain, must be shaking his head and cowering and holding up his big hands in protest of Noya’s praise. His grin grows as the sound of the familiar banter follows him faintly as he crosses the gym. It feels, Suga thinks, almost as if the good old days have returned with Asahi.

Almost.

When Suga reaches the doorway of the equipment room, he pauses. A tall figure, nearly silhouetted in the gloomy darkness, stands completely still inside. Its back is to Suga, and its head is cocked to the side, as if in confusion.

“…Kageyama-kun?”

The figure turns. In Kageyama’s hands are two halves of a broken broom, and upon his face is a dark, determined frown.

“This is dangerous,” Kageyama says flatly. “Someone should have gotten rid of it when it broke. Why is it still here?”

Suga chews his lip. It isn’t an easy question to answer, even now that Asahi has returned and Noya has decided to put his feelings of anger and hurt to the side. “It’s old,” Suga says in the end. “There is – I mean, there was – some sentimental value to it.” He takes a few slow steps forward and clasps each half of the broom in one hand. “You’re right, Kageyama-kun. We should get rid of it. It isn’t useful anymore.”

He tries to take the broom from Kageyama, but Kageyama maintains a firm, strong grip. Suga’s gaze flickers up to his teammate’s eyes, and much to his surprise, he still sees confusion there. It doesn’t seem to Suga like Kageyama is trying to be difficult – far from it, in fact. Kageyama seems distracted, as if he hasn’t yet realized what Suga is trying to do.

“Kageyama-kun?” Suga tries, hoping that words might break through to Kageyama if actions can’t. “The broom – if I could just – ”

“Sugawara-san.”

Suga hesitates. His grip slackens on the broom. When he looks to Kageyama’s eyes again, he sees that they have cleared. Kageyama looks focused now, sharp and resolute – the way he looks, Suga realizes abruptly, more or less the way he looks when he’s on the volleyball court. “Yes?” he asks. “What is it?”

“The way you tossed to Asahi-san,” Kageyama says. His words come quickly, as if he’s afraid of letting them linger in the air for too long. “It was incredible. I’ve never seen teamwork like that before. And I – I was wondering – ”

And with that, Kageyama drops the broom. Suga only barely manages to keep the broken pieces clutched in his hands, and he gapes, wide-eyed, when Kageyama inclines his whole upper body in the most unexpected bow Suga has ever seen.

“Please,” Kageyama says, voice low and trembling with passion, “teach me how to be a dependable setter like you, Sugawara-senpai! My tosses might be impressive, but they mean nothing if I can’t use them to be a part of a team!”

Suga blinks. For a moment, he can’t find his voice. His gaze slips down to the broken broom in his hands, and then back up to his unbelievably earnest teammate.

And in that moment, there is no doubt, no uncertainty, and no hesitation in Suga’s mind. He knows exactly what he needs to do – for Kageyama, for his team, and for himself.

“Kageyama-kun,” Suga says, the beginnings of another smile starting to play about his lips. “There’s no need for all that. Of course I’ll teach you. Though,” he adds, wondering whether Kageyama will read his next words as sarcasm or brutal honesty, “there really isn’t very much I need to teach an incredible setter like you.”

Kageyama rises. “That isn’t true.” His voice still rings with passion, and his expression is still painfully earnest. “I may be a strong athlete,” he says, “but you are a strong person, Sugawara-senpai. I know you’ll teach me much.” And then, in a gesture that shocks Suga to his core and disarms him completely, Kageyama smiles. “I look forward to it, senpai!”

Suga feels almost dazed as he hears Kagayama’s steady footsteps retreat behind him. He glances down, and sees the sad, splintery broom that he still holds listlessly in his calloused setter’s hands. I really should get rid of it, he thinks. It’s old. It’s broken. We can’t use it the way we used to. We have newer, better brooms that should take its place.

Still, something inside Suga can’t quite stomach the idea of letting go of the past like that. He glances back up, and risks shooting a look over his shoulder, across the gym, to where Kageyama has rejoined the other first-years. Hinata jumps up and down and waves his arms, and Yamaguchi murmurs something meekly to Tsukishima, who promptly slugs Yamaguchi in the arm and mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like “Shut up” to Suga’s distant ears. And Kageyama, for his part, is keeping to himself. He says nothing, but he seems to glow with a quiet confidence that Suga has never seen in him before. He looks calm, and eager – and a little bit excited, too, if Suga is reading that strange smile on his face properly.

Suga turns back around, back to the broom, back to the dusky shadows of the equipment room. He squares his shoulders. He draws a deep, deep breath. He sets his jaw, and fixes his gaze forward – forward to the big, bright expanse of the gym, and forward to the future, too. He takes step after bold step out of the equipment room, across the hardwood floor of the gym, to the heavy double doors that lead outside. He circles the building, finds the dumpster that sprawls unceremoniously out back, drops both halves of the broom inside it, and then returns to the gym, feeling lighter and freer than he has in days.

A heavy hand falls on his shoulder. “You got rid of it,” Daichi says softly, a questioning look in his dark eye.

“I did.”

“Why?”

“It felt like the right thing to do.”

Daichi rubs his chin in consideration. “I think,” he says, “you’re right.” His gaze alights affectionately on Asahi and Noya, still engaging in their hopeless game of high praise and steadfast refusal on the other side of the gym. “We don’t need it anymore, do we?”

“No,” Suga agrees. His own gaze travels back to Kageyama, who still shines with that strange, silent confidence on the sidelines, even as his fellow first-years continue to shove and shout and banter. “With the team we have now? With the future we’re going to build together? No, Daichi-san. We don’t need it anymore.”

Thanks for reading, friends! I hope you liked it! I might pop this little fic up on the ol’ archive, if it goes over well enough on tumblr. Thoughts?

Also - I went back and forth quite a bit about what to call Suga in this fic. I initially wrote it using “Kōshi” throughout, as it’s written from Suga’s POV, and I can only imagine that Suga thinks of himself using his given name inside his own head - but then, the anime and the manga don’t really give us any insight into this.I decided to roll with “Suga” for this version because it felt... more familiar? Less weird? Eh, something like that. Anywho, point is - I’d welcome any thoughts/suggestions/opinions about this, too!

Thanks again, friends! And happy birthday, Suga-san~! <3

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