#hinata shouyo fluff
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Hiii~ Nohr!!! 💜
I saw your post and was hoping to join, please?
Can I have Hinata with "That's more whipped cream than pudding!" Please?
deru deru !!!! <!!333333 [insert emojis here since im on pc KHDFN]
of course, that was such a cute prompt !! i had real fun writing it - i hope you like it too !!! <!!3333 idk a lot about tiktok but i know my friend sometimes tells me of recipes from there so!!!
thank you for sending in a prompt my beloved !!! <!!333
You shrug off your jacket with a groan – Hinata will probably argue it’s more of a whine but it doesn’t take away from the fact that the cold weather is wearing you down tremendously. Did you remember to take the vitamin supplements that Hinata leaves out for you? You shake your head in exhaustion and toe off your shoes before entering the entrance properly and calling out to your boyfriend. You hear the music from his cooking playlist and fear grips at you – did he forget that you’ve already eaten dinner today? An almost inaudible hum rings through the living room as you make your way to your kitchen. With his back hunched and turned to you, he stands with his face almost level with the kitchen counter. You huff out a small laugh before walking to him, letting your hands touch his neck. He flies up with a yelp from the temperature change and a laugh leaves you at succeeding. He’s about to reprimand you when he gets a better look at your face and instead smiles warmly. You raise an eyebrow, “what?” you ask and reach out to feel if there’s something stuck on your face. “Nothing, you’re just really adorable, you know?” he replies, that lovesick half-smile still plastered to hisface. You clear your throat before hugging him, “you too, Sho.”
He chuckles and kisses the top of your head. Your eyes travel to the counter to see what he was bending over to make, “are you making dessert?”
He clears his throat and lets go of you to continue his handiwork at decorating the puddings, “yeah, I figured you deserved something sweet after such a long day!”
You laugh tersely, “they’re… pretty?” you wince at your inability to compliment him with a straight face. He lightly punches your arm, “be nice! It’s my first time making this pudding – I saw them on TikTok and thought I wanted to make them for you!”
The pudding in question seems to be of vanilla taste – based on the beige-white color on the bottom of the glasses. On top there’s a.... moderate layer of whipped cream and sprinkles. The sprinkles seem to have meant to shape a bear but you’re actually not entirely sure. you bite your lip to suppress another laugh at his obviously very adorable attempt to woo you.
You turn to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss his nose, “that’s more whipped cream that pudding,” you state and kiss his lips, “you are aware of that, right?”
He sheepishly looks between you and the whipped cream monstrosity he’s created and laughs, “the thought counts, doesn’t it?”
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Double Trouble timeskip!hinata x reader
note: i wanted to expand on shoyo as a dad
CW: past pregnancy, children, twins, established relationship
"I don't wan' the blue one daddy, I wan' da one Mia has." Nia whines when her father tries to give her the blue tube of yogurt.
"I'm sorry baby, but sissy got the last red one." Shoyo explains to her softly. It doesn't soften the blow though, her face starts to scrunch up.
"Don't cry honey, the blue one is really good! Yummy yum!" Your little munchkin starts to sniffle, "Here go, sissy, you have da red one."
Mia is such a kind little girl, sharing with her twin. Shoyo thought having twins would be chaotic because of how the Miya twins are with one another, but so far it hasn't been that bad. They are only four though, it might get worse when they get a little older.
"Thank you sissy." Nia says with a smile as she trades yogurts with her sister.
"Well, I'm glad that worked out." The girls look up at their dad, big doe eyes, one pair filled to the brim with tears the other pair glowing.
Nia wipes away her tears with her chubby little hand. Hinata follows his little girls to the table. He's on daddy duty today while you're out on a three day business trip. Hinata was going to call the sitter but she's had the flu for the past couple of days, which in terms could affect the girls and maybe just make her feel worse.
As devoted as the man is to his work, he took off those three days because he has enough sick days to do so. Taking time off of work for the children is one of the many sacrifices he makes for deciding to have kids.
"I think mama will be kinda mad I didn't take you guys to daycare today." In his defense, he woke up late, and not just a few minutes kind of late. Two hours, kind of late. It's easier for him to call daycare and say his girls were sick rather than explain that he was unprepared, so that's what he did.
"Ms. Momoko gonna call mama, right?" Mia asks. The yogurt tube is almost empty. She's a fast eater just like her papa.
"Huh? What?!" Your poor husband doesn't even get time to think out an excuse, you're calling him right now.
"Crap." He picks up your call.
"Hey darling." His voice is suave. Best to soften the blow with his sexy voice. His girls giggle at his voice deepening.
"Hey Sho, are the girls alright? I knew something was going around at daycare and Nia seemed a little bit sniffly before I left." The worry in your voice calms Hinata. Luckily you haven't caught on.
"Yeah, they're in bed right now. Do we have any canned soup?" The girls look at him. They give him that face little kids give when you're lying.
"I think there should be some miso in the fridge, heat it up for them, okay?" He nods forgetting you can't actually see him.
"Of course, I'll make clear soup for them." Nia walks up to her father, "I wanna talk to mama!"
Hinata chuckles hesitantly, "What are you doing out of bed little girl?"
You coo softly at Nia when Hinata hands her the phone. He's trying to mouth to her to keep quiet about not being sick, but of course, with her only being four she doesn't get it.
"You feeling okay, baby?" A small fake cough escapes Nia's throat. Hinata hopes you don't hear how fake that was.
"My thoat hurt, but daddy takin care of us." She whines.
"Aww your throat? You're so cute. Mama hopes you feel better, is Mia close by or is she sleeping?" Nia hands the phone over to Mia, "Nia, you still there, honey?"
"Hi mama." Mia has a silky voice which causes you to once again be in awe of the the cute little girls that were once in your womb.
"Hi Mia, Mama misses you." She smiles brightly at your voice. Both of the girls are infatuated with you. When they first started walking they would not ever leave your side. Not even to use the bathroom.
"I miss you more. My thoat hurts too, but I be okay." You find it adorable how your girls comfort you.
"I hope you get better, baby girl. I love you very much. Can I talk to daddy?" She lets out a small hum. Your husband once again has the phone.
"Okay baby, gotta go. The girls need their soup." You quickly notice how he's in a rush to get off of the phone with you.
"I have to get back to work, call you later?"
"Of course, I love you." The sincerity of his voice always gets to you. Shoyo is always so understanding and quick to help. It's one of the many things you love about him.
"Love you too." He says his goodbyes and you say yours. Hinata never hangs up on you, so you always have to do it.
"That was a close one. Good acting girls." The ginger sticks out his hand for them to high five.
"My thoat rweally do hurt." They say at the same time.
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hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii im new to your blog , but i was wondering if you watched haikyuu but if you haven't that's fine but if you have could you do a sub hinata with a soft dom fem reader thank u and take ur time
HAIKYUU IS MY FREE THERAPY FYI! Now... Hinata, he is my baby I luv him ofc I can do something soft for my best boy (not to mention that he's also my comfort character). Let's do a drabble for my favorite smol bean!
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First Kiss ♡ ──
Pairing: Sub!Hinata Shōyo X Soft!Fem!Dom reader
>> Summary: After a lot of dates and interrupted attempts Shōyo has the opportunity to kiss you, how it's going to turn out?
Word count: 500 words
CW+A/N: this is going to be SFW, if you want a NSFW version please let me know in the comments. I hope you like this 🥺 and sorry for the huge delay.
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The first kiss it's always something we are willing to experience at least once in life, back as a teenager Shōyo was more invested in volleyball than any other thing so a relationship never crossed his mind. It's not like he didn't want one, it was because of how shy he was back then that he never got the chance to confess to any girl. Of course that was until he met you on the last year of highschool, you were the captain and ace of the female basketball team of Karasuno. Unlike him you were more the type to be a calm person with a lot of patience and that simply loved the tiniest of the moments that you got to spend by his side, you really could not help yourself to smile softly at very little thing he did.
Now that time has passed and both of you are adults maybe he would finally be able to have a proper date with you, the other times you guys tried it ended up being interrupted when you both were at the verge of almost kissing each other and, well it kind of made him upset because he was so willing to finally give his first kiss and to no other than you. It was both of you guys free day, instead of going outside you decided to stay and have a homedate so, what's the best way to spend a day at home? Watch a movie and relax, right? So you did and now you were watching "The theory of everything" which was your suggestion.
"How's the movie babe, are you liking it so far?" you decided to ask to your boyfriend who seemed kind of lost on his thoughts.
"Hm? Uh... actually I think I haven't been paying attention to it" he answered sincerely. And you paused the film.
"Is something wrong? Is the movie not of your liking? If you want we can watch something else" you said taking his hands between yours and squeezing them lightly.
"N-no it's j-just..." he talked nervously and looked away from your eyes in embarrassment.
"It's okay, you can tell me what's the matter. You know that I'll be more than happy to hear you" you said giving him a soft and reassuring smile.
He gulps.
"W-well it's just that, ever since we started dating we have... never k-kissed and..." he stammered with a blush covering his cheeks.
You giggled.
"Ow, babe you should have told me that you wanted. It's okay you don't need to be embarrassed because of that. Come here" you said getting close to him. You pressed your lips against his in a soft peck.
Hinata smiled after the kiss, your lips were so soft.
"Next time you want something just say it, okay? Be sure to use your words little birdie" you said with a playful grin on your lips. Hinata blushed at the petname, it's official he is in love.
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🍊┌ . ⚘ ᐝ • ⛭ ⬝ ⛱ ⭌ ⛹ ⭓ . ° ⸙ ࿉ ┐┌ . ⚘ ᐝ • ⛭ ⬝ ⛱ ⭌ ⛹ ⭓ . ° ⸙ ࿉ ┐🍊
Y/n: hey, Hinata, could you please help me-
Hinata: WITH WHAT? OF COURSE! IF IT'S NOT ENGLISH OR GRAMMAR, EVERYTHING'S OKAY!
Y/n: ...thanks for your support, but I actually need to carry this, over here *points at a very heavy box*
Hinata: YES! RIGHT NOW!
┌ . ⚘ ᐝ • ⛭ ⬝ ⛱ ⭌ ⛹ ⭓ . ° ⸙ ࿉ ┐
mini drabble —🌼 ~`▪︎ .
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s.kiyoomi + gf moments
☆— fem reader, crack, fluff
☆— a/n; i don't know what this is, i just had a thought and felt like writing it.. it could become a serie of events until the Sakusa Kiyoomi finally admits he loves y/n (?) idk, let me know if you like the idea😊
You have been best friends with Bokuto since you were young. Your friendship was so fun and purely like brother and sister that you even decided to move together once high school was over and your University period of life began. Even if you were very different in personalities, somehow you both worked together and couldn't imagine a life without him as your bestie-almost brother.
After some time living together, you got very used to seeing some people around the house almost everyday, his volleyball teammates.
First, it was Miya Atsumu and Sakusa Kiyoomi. Atsumu was the biggest flirt you have ever encountered in your life, almost to the point in which sometimes it annoyed you. In a good way though. He was a cutie.
While Kiyoomi was very chill and shy, he mostly kept to himself if no one bothered him; but he had the most snarky and filled with sarcasm answers for whatever antics Boo and 'Tsumu could come up with. You loved it.
Then Hinata Shouyo joined the team, and it was like a whirlwind uprooted everything in his path. He was the most outgoing and sociable and kind human being you have ever met.
And it all became like a routine. Everyday after practice, all of them would come to have dinner at yours and Boo's apartment. By this time, you already know all of them and how they all liked things and their meals. Especially Omi. He was a particular, rare especimen.
Bokuto had warned you before introducing him, how he did not like physical contact or how he wouldn't take off his mask if he wasn’t playing in a match or eating. He warned you not to feel offended or take it personal if he bluntly commented on how things were not clean enough or whatever.
But surprisingly, he had never looked down on anything in your apartment or even commented anything in front of you.
There was even one time he did comment in the middle of dinner, "I'm surprised how you maintain everything this clean and organized considering you live with Bokuto…"
"Hey!" Boo complained, mouth full of food, while everyone laughed.
That same night, Boo had pestered you about how the Sakusa Kiyoomi liked you. Of course, you couldn't believe it. The man barely spoke to you outside of those moments the team was present at your apartment.
It was until one night, when everyone came of course after practice to have dinner you were already cooking, when he did something you never thought he would do.
Of course, the amount of noise they made even before getting inside the apartment was a clear sign they were almost there. Shouyo and Boo always came straight to hug, picking you up and squishing you hard as a greeting. Atsumu would fist pump and wink at you before throwing himself on the sofa, of course putting some other volleyball's team match on the TV. While Omi would simply bow slightly with his head, not even getting too close to you, standing on the entrance of the kitchen.
By this time, you already knew and respected each one of them and their ways to show how much they appreciated you.
"It smells so good, Y/N," whined Shouyo as he entered the kitchen and made his way to the fridge to pick something to drink.
Omi was so quiet you have not realized he had followed the red-mostly orange-head and was standing at the door of the kitchen.
"I'm glad you think that," you smiled happily.
"He says that about almost everything. He would eat a bug and say exactly the same thing if he's hungry enough."
To say that you were surprised to hear his deep voice speak that amount of words was small. Yet, you couldn't avoid finding it funny how he always got the cleverest answers and dark humor. So you laughed, while Shouyo pouted, drinking from the beer he took from the fridge–it was Friday night after all.
You kept cooking, smiling and listening to how Shouyo complained to his teammate how evil he was with him when he was all nice to him.
"Alright you two…" you meddled, smiling happily at the incessant noise from everyone around, "If you're gonna keep arguing, you could at least help on setting the table, right?"
They both nodded while moving around to find what they needed, still arguing, but now about something else which sounded like Shouyo's height. Omi loved getting on Shouyo's nerves when it came to his height.
"What's that, Y/N?" Shouyo suddenly asked, signaling to a set of a plate, forks, a glass and a mug that were separated in a corner of the cupboard.
"Oh. That's Omi's," you said, your attention anywhere but said man.
"I don't remember leaving my stuff here," he commented, with no mean intention in his voice towards you.
"No, I mean… I know you don't like your stuff mixed with everyone's, so I picked a set I always clean twice and kept it separated from everything else. No one touches or uses that but you," you answered him, still looking at the food you were cooking over the oven.
Oh, God, kill me now, was all you thought as silence reigned in the kitchen.
But then, you felt a tall, warm presence behind you. You knew it was Omi, Shouyou was not that tall–he was only a head over yours, while you knew Omi was much taller.
It was the first time the Sakusa Kiyoomi got that close to you and it shocked you to the core. But what surprised you the most was when you felt his chin rest on your head comfortably.
"Thank you, Y/N," you could feel the vibrations of his deep voice and the rumble of his chest on your back saying your name, his entire dark but comfy aura so close to you, all you could think was how good it felt.
If you would have turned a bit to Shouyo's direction, you would have seen him with his eyes open wide, like those funny cartoons where their eyes popped off their face to express shock. Thankfully, he didn't say anything, he simply turned on his feet and flew from the kitchen to the living room where Tsumu and Boo were.
"You're welcome," was all you could say, almost a whisper, as he comfortably stayed there, barely a centimeter of distance between his body and yours.
If you weren't shocked enough by that, you definitely almost collapsed when you felt one of his fingers timidly caress your hand that was not holding the spoon you were cooking with, resting next to your hip. It had been barely a touch, yet the warmth and little tingling it provoked made you take a deep breath to gather your mind straight.
If you hadn't before, now you definitely were falling for this rare specimen.
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spilled ink
sakusa kiyoomi x reader
you've spent the past few months mentally preparing to get the tattoo that means so much to you, conquering your intense fear of needles, and thankfully it'll be your bubbly bestie shouyo giving you this tattoo . . . right?
18+ (seriously please), banter city, grumpy-but-blushing kiyoomi & disaster-sunshine reader, fluff and semi hurt/comfort, mentions of needles/fear of them, allusions to sex (smut in later chapters)
a/n: so that sakusa x reader post i made over a year ago . . . not 3.5k. more than that. definitely more. anyway, here is chapter one of three ish??? much love, lav 💜💜
You catch the slight tremor in your hand once it’s on the door handle and give it a firm shake, as though you can wiggle the nerves right out of your body. This is fine, you force yourself to think as you push open the shop door. Everything is going exactly as planned. You’re on time for the appointment, Alisa is going to pick you up afterwards to get takeout and fall asleep watching movies on her couch, and Shouyo is going to be as kind and supportive as ever.
You can do this.
Inside, Black Jackal Tattoo & Piercing is quieter than the busy street outside, and the bustle of the sidewalk is swept away as the door closes behind you. The only sound is the click of a keyboard, the squeak of your shoes on the tiled floor, and a distant shrill sound that comes and goes as you make your way to the desk.
A head of ginger hair shoots up from behind the desk, fluffy like a dandelion head, and you manage some small relief when Shouyo grins at you from where he’s abandoned whatever paperwork he was typing up on the shop’s computer.
“You’re here!” He comes rushing out from behind the desk to hug you - Shouyo Hinata has always been, for better or worse, a hugger - and you let him bounce around you for a moment while he does his eager-puppy routine. “Alisa said you were so nervous you almost puked last night, so I didn’t know if you’d show!”
“Of course I was gonna show,” you say with a wobbly laugh, fighting down the urge to actually puke all over Shouyo’s shoes. “You went through all the trouble of getting me a slot between your appointments, it’s the least I could do.”
“Yeah,” Shouyo says, bright smile suddenly dimming and hand scratching the back of his neck. “For sure.” There’s a long pause while he watches you watch him, and you can already feel that bile rising -
“I can’t, um, actually do your appointment.”
“What the hell, dude?!”
“Ow!” Shouyo grimaces, rubbing his shoulder, but you think he’s just being dramatic - you didn’t whack him that hard. “Rude! It wasn’t my idea, okay, but Atsumu called in sick -”
“Naturally.”
“- and I’m the only one whose slots will cover his afternoon appointment. It’s, like, this super big addition to some guy’s sleeve, and everyone else has appointments by four. It’s an emergency!”
You sigh through your nose, arms crossed tight over your chest as Shouyo pleads for you to understand. The tremble has returned to your hands, you notice, and you hope keeping them pressed under your arms hides the worst of it.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I really thought I could help -”
“Sho, it’s fine, I’ll just - I’ll come back another day.”
“I mean, you can still do it. I actually, um, wouldn’t recommend skipping the appointment now,” he adds, mouth twisting in thought, “Sakusa would be pissed. He kinda hates having people make last minute cancellations like that.”
The name has you grimacing, and Shouyo definitely catches the recognition in your eyes, if his wince is anything to go by. A mental image of dark, piercing eyes and a permanent scowl flash through your head, and you let out a quiet sigh.
Shouyo continues, “He’s, like, a total stickler for a schedule - not like Kita, but also not somebody you wanna piss off.”
“So . . . you’re saying I still have an appointment?”
“Yeah!”
“With a total stranger? Who’s an asshole?”
“Well, I mean . . . kind of?” Shouyo scrunches his face up, considering, and then nods again. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“And why would I want to not only not have my friend with me,” you say, making Shouyo whine another apology, “but switch to having some random asshole coworker of his stab tiny needles into me instead?”
“Y/N -”
“Because,” a low voice from the corner of the room says, “he isn’t some random asshole coworker of Hinata’s, but a competent and professional asshole coworker?”
The voice sends a chill down your spine that has nothing to do with the shop’s impressively strong air conditioning. You know you’re going to have to turn around now, but your feet seem to move in slow motion, heart hammering as your eyes meet a dark glare from across the room.
Sakusa, a.k.a. Shouyo’s competent and professional asshole coworker, is immediately too tall and too grouchy to be anything but intimidating. You can’t even gauge how tall he might be from across the room because you’re too busy trying not to stare directly into that deeply-etched frown, his brow furrowed so intently that you think the muscles might just freeze in that spot forever. He’s got his arms crossed, too, but you’re not sure what reason he has to be that guarded; after all, you’ll be the one being stabbed.
You’ve at least confirmed why the name Sakusa sounded so familiar: this is the same Sakusa you met when Shouyo was first brought on at Black Jackal, stiff and frowning back then, too. You remember the glare he sent you and Shouyo from above his black face mask, hovering by the door of his little studio room, itching to dart back inside and close the door behind him.
You also remember the delicate curl of the ivy on his shoulder, revealed by his sleeveless black shirt, trailing down the lightly freckled skin of his bicep. You remember the tilt of his head as he studied you up and down, the slight pinch of his brow as he crossed his arms, the feeling of his stare on the back of your head as you said hello to Atsumu and Bokuto. You remember the lingering coldness as he closed his studio door, like a chill wind sweeping through the hallway in his wake, something elemental about his presence.
Shit.
“I take it this is your friend,” Sakusa says, nodding in your direction as he turns back to Shouyo, like you’re not even in the room anymore - this just gets better and better. The idea of putting yourself in this guy’s hands for the next forty five minutes is making your insides twist around on themselves, and you can’t tell if it’s from anxiety or the prospect of being alone in his studio, as Alisa would probably say with a silly wink. “I thought you meant Yachi.”
“No, Yachi’s not - I mean, she wouldn’t really get a tattoo. This is Y/N.” Shouyo explains, although Sakusa’s face remains impassive. “I mean, I know this is last minute -”
“It’s fine.”
Clearly, it’s not. He’s glowering as though you’ve done him a personal slight by scheduling yourself on the day that Miya got sick; he’s got his hands shoved into the pockets of his black cargo pants now as he shifts off of the wall, but you’re sure they’re clenched.
“Seriously, Hinata,” Sakusa continues, lifting one shoulder in a deeply disgruntled shrug. “I don’t care. Just wish Miya had thought to get his fucking flu shot when I told him to, idiot.”
“Yeah,” Shouyo tries for a laugh, but he’s never been much of a liar. “Anyway, Y/N’s pretty nervous, so maybe they can just come back another day? I thought -”
“I looked at your design,” Sakusa interrupts, gaze locking with yours again. It’s intense, holding you in place while he speaks. “It’ll only take about thirty minutes, if that. Do you seriously need Hinata to do it? Because if you’re just going to cancel, I could’ve come in when I was supposed to.”
You press your lips together, trying to fish for a way to get out of this appointment - and trying to figure out if you even want to. Your stomach is still churning with nerves, that’s for sure, but the way Sakusa is watching you, pinning you in place with just his gaze as you scramble for an answer, is something you had only let yourself think about the night after you’d met him, assuming you’d hardly see Shouyo’s distant and rude coworker again.
“I . . .”
“Y/N, you can cancel.” Shouyo is also a bad whisperer - subtlety in general was never his strong suit. But he’s giving you a way out, probably having to deal with Sakusa after your hasty retreat, so you only feel a rush of gratitude as he offers you a smile. “It’s no big deal, no matter what this grinch has to say about it.” He hooks a thumb in his coworker’s direction, still giving you that knowing smile.
Sakusa sputters for a moment, the most human thing you’ve ever seen him do. “I’m not - Hinata, shut up.”
You can’t help it - you snort. There’s something about indignance on Sakusa’s face that is too funny not to get to you, and you only laugh more when he shoots you a sharp glare. He’s intimidating, sure, but if Shouyo can get under his skin, then he’s more than fallible.
You take a deep breath, sighing through your nose as you shrug. “It’s fine. I wouldn’t want to have wasted anyone’s time.”
Your gaze tilts to Sakusa, whose frown has finally smoothed into something resembling cordiality. “Is now okay to start? I wanna get this over with.”
Black Jackal is an odd maze of little hallways and dead ends, and you shuffle just behind Sakusa, trailing after him like a kid scared of getting lost in a mall.
“You know,” he says over his shoulder once you reach the back of the shop. “Tattoos are usually optional.”
“Yeah? And?”
“Well, you keep talking about this one like you don’t have a choice in the matter.”
The door of his studio is plain, save for a small sign that reads his name - Sakusa Kiyoomi, you read - and a little frowny face etched into the wood.
“Is that the kind of artistry I should be expecting?” You ask, reaching past him to tap on the carving, and Sakusa rolls his eyes.
“Fuckin’ Miya,” he mutters, and you nod in understanding.
“Ruffians,” you say, nodding sagely. “They’ll graffiti anything nowadays, nothing is safe.”
You think you see the ghost of a smile on his mouth as Sakusa lets you inside, following and closing the door behind both of you.
The inside isn’t nearly as plain as you’d suspected. The walls, a cool dove gray, are papered over with designs and photos, magazine spreads carefully tacked up alongside rough sketches and inked canvas, everything with its own place in the sprawling inspiration board that seems to be Sakusa’s studio. His supply cart is neat but plentiful, coloured ink shining under soft lights in a rainbow of options, and there’s a half finished takeout coffee and bagel on the small desk in the corner, clearly his effort at breakfast while he set up for the day.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Sakusa says from behind you, and you turn on your heel to face him. He’s got his arms crossed - again, oh my god - and even through his dark green pullover, his shoulders look ridiculously touchable. Meant to be grabbed, really, used as an anchor to pull yourself up and -
“Why are you acting like you’re being forced to get this tattoo?” His face scrunches slightly in displeasure. “You didn’t lose a bet or anything like that, right?”
“No!” You feel your face heat up, thinking about the insinuations, and remembering that he’s seen the design. You can’t help but let your gaze lower, dropping to rest on his shiny black docs. “It’s not like that at all. I just . . . I’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time, and Shoyou went through all the trouble to help me design it, but I . . .”
And here it comes, the lamest, most pathetic part of this whole ordeal. You swallow the nerves bundled in the back of your throat, clearing the way for your confession. It comes out quiet and sharp.
“I’m just really fucking scared of needles, alright? They freak me out, and this is a thousand of them going into me over a long period of time, and - and it’s freaky and fucked up, okay?”
You’re expecting Sakusa’s coldness, a scoff or an eye roll - hell, given his attitude so far, even a request not to waste his time. What you aren’t expecting is the undignified snort he lets out.
His mouth is pressed tight when your eyes dart back up to his face, like he’s holding in another little laugh, and his brows are raised, a little disbelieving.
“Don’t laugh at me, god!”
“I’m not.” Sakusa’s frown is morphing slowly into something resembling a smile, which rests in the apples of his cheeks more than his mouth, lifting his face until the gloom that hovered over him is evaporating. “It’s just that that’s so normal, and you’re so embarrassed . . . you really don’t have to be.” He snorts again, and you scowl. “No wonder you’re friends with Hinata, you’re just as fuckin’ dramatic.”
“Shut up,” you snap, but Sakusa’s halfway-smile is warming the chill in the studio too well for you to be annoyed. You find your shoulders relaxing a bit as he moves to his desk, taking a sip of his coffee while he rifles through some papers stacked neatly between binders. You take a seat on the rolling stool he nods to, waiting next to the desk for him to find what he needs; you try not to notice how he looms above you, but it’s difficult when you have a front-row seat to his broad hands shuffling around his papers.
“A lot of people get scared, especially once they actually get here and see the machine and everything,” he shrugs, handing you a few of the papers. Consent forms and the like, you realize as you scan the top one. Sakusa has a pen held out for you before you can even ask. “It’s not weird. I mean, you’re letting some random asshole stab tiny needles into you, right?”
You can’t help the cringe that passes over your face, and though he doesn’t laugh again, you can see the teasing glimmering in his eyes. “Sorry about . . . that.”
“It’s fine, I’ve been called worse.” He drums his fingertips on the desk, and the nervousness of the gesture warms you even further. The studio is thawing like a fresh spring day after a storm, and you find yourself breathing a bit deeper as you slowly fill out the paperwork. “Meian sometimes warns people ahead of time that I’m a bit blunt.”
“Blunt?” You echo him without meaning to, distracted by the process of the paperwork and easing ever so slightly under his teasing.
“Okay, he warns people that I’m a dick,” Sakusa says, and the rueful note in his voice catches your attention and draws you away from the form in your hand. “No filter, or whatever.”
“Oh, come on,” you say, tapping the pen on your thigh, squinting at him in your own turn of disbelief. “You’ve gotta know how scary you are when you walk around all mean and grouchy like that. You’re, like, seven foot fourteen and dressed like a bouncer at a goth rave, you can’t also be an asshole, you’re intimidating enough as it is!”
You really need to learn when to keep your mouth shut, you think, because Sakusa’s face drops, brow suddenly knitted tight again as he stares you down, and you’re reminded of how right you are about how intimidating he is when he glares like that.
“Do I really dress like I’m at a goth rave?”
“. . . what?”
“Do I,” he repeats slowly, “dress like I’m at a goth rave?”
And then you see it: the smallest twitch of his cheek, and your horror turns to annoyance in two seconds flat. “Maybe you do.”
“Hm. Seems a bit uncalled for.”
“Seems like you just proved my point exactly, actually,” you shoot back, holding out the paperwork for him to take. “And I didn’t say you were at a goth rave, I said you dress like a bouncer at one. You know, like you’re there to be all serious and break up fights and shit.”
“You’ve got a lot of experience with goth raves?” Sakusa asks as he files the paperwork away in a drawer and reaches across the desk to get a pump of hand sanitizer. The sterile smell permeates the small space, and you feel your insides twist, hands clutching the seat of the stool tight.
“No, I just -” you pause, searching for the words while trying not to throw up in Sakusa’s studio. He might be warming up now, but you doubt he’d love that. “I don’t know.” You made me nervous doesn’t feel like a great explanation, not with the next thirty minutes of being in his personal space about to begin.
He studies you for a long moment before jerking his chin, motioning for you to stand. “First, you’re going to sit there -” he points to the soft, leather chair that takes up so much space in the little studio, “and you’re also going to calm down for a minute, because I will cancel this appointment for you if you get sick in here.”
“Knew it,” you mumble, mostly to yourself, as you pull yourself up onto the table, the material soft and smooth beneath your bare thighs. Your legs swing off of it and you feel so exposed, though you haven’t changed your position much; you press your thighs together anyway, keeping your hands in your lap as though to cover up.
“Knew what?” Sakusa is rummaging around in his desk drawer again, and you move your gaze to the designs on the far wall. It’s a delicate series of ocean waves and marine life, and the broad expanse of coral reef you’re looking at is a bit better than looking at any of the equipment.
“Knew you’d hate puke,” you say lightly, trying for nonchalance and managing only to sound like you’re being strangled from the inside out. “You have the vibe.”
“Are there people who like it?”
“I mean, everyone’s got their own thing -”
“No, stop. No talking about that in here.”
You clamp your mouth shut, and don’t move a muscle until you feel something fuzzy on the back of your hand. When you look down, startled, a palm-sized ferret plush is sitting next to your hand on the table.
“What the fuck is that?”
Sakusa is glaring when you look back up at him, but there’s no real venom to it, so you only notice how the scowl makes his eyelashes stand out more, soft and shadowed beneath his pinched brow. Well, fuck.
“I’m not the best at - at being . . .”
“Nice?” You supply helpfully.
“. . . Comforting.” He purses his lips, and you try not to pay too much attention to them. “Bokuto got him for me to use when I started, so that he can make people feel better when I . . . don’t.”
“A ferret?” You ask, prying your fingers from the hem of your skirt to pick the critter up, holding him carefully in your lap.
“A weasel, actually,” Sakusa says, still scowling. “His name is Itachi.”
“Why does his tag say Omi-Omi, then?” You ask, pinching the fabric between your fingers and squinting at the messy handwriting.
“Because Atsumu fucking sucks.”
It surprises a laugh out of you, though a bit shaky, and Sakusa’s scowl eases back into that glimmering, knowing look, not quite a smile but on its way there. You press the weasel against your stomach, hoping to relax the knots it’s tied itself into, and look to Sakusa for direction.
“So, before we do anything - you’re absolutely sure you aren’t gonna throw up?”
“Promise.”
“Good,” and you try so hard not to notice how nice that sounds in Sakusa’s low, quiet voice. God, what is wrong with you? At this point you’re sure Alisa will see right through you when she comes to pick you up and finds you this . . . unsettled. You squish Itachi a bit tighter to ground yourself. “Then I’m going to ask you where you want this thing.” He holds up a piece of paper, Shoyou’s design splashed across it.
You tap your inner bicep, just above your elbow, and this time Sakusa manages a lopsided smile.
“Did you do your research for the least intense places to get one?”
Face burning, you give him an embarrassed nod, though you can’t tell if the problem is him catching you out so easily or the appearance of the very first smile you’ve ever seen Sakusa Kiyoomi wear.
“I like to be prepared,” you add with a huff, and he only seems to fight off another smile while tugging on a pair of black nitrile gloves.
“I’m sure you do.” And why the fuck does that line make your face even warmer? “Here - is it alright if I touch you?”
The gloves are smooth and impersonal as he guides your arm out, positioning it at a good clear angle to work on, and the disinfectant he sprays on the spot is cold enough to make you jump.
“Sorry,” he mutters, and you try to shrug it off without moving your arm too much. Your stomach is starting to feel wobbly again, and it gives a sudden lurch when Sakusa tugs his work trolley closer to him and pins Shoyou’s design to the side of it for reference, his fingertips starting to skim over the spread of inks available.
“You’re shaking, by the way,” he says, selecting a jet black ink that you can’t tell the difference from the others, rolling the glass between his fingers as he looks up at you from his seat. “You promised you wouldn’t throw up.”
“And I’m keeping my promise,” you grit out, nearly strangling Itachi in your iron grasp. “I’m not gonna throw up.”
“Even if I believed that - which I don’t know that I do,” you manage a scowl, though it’s aimed at the floor, “- I can’t exactly do my job on someone who’s shaking like a leaf.”
“I’m not,” you argue.
Sakusa slowly lifts your hand, and you both watch a shiver run through it. His hand is warm even through the glove, his grip soft on your inner wrist. Your face pinches in defeat and Sakusa just lets out a small sigh through his nose.
“Look, I don’t really do these kinds of appointments.”
“These kinds?” You echo, tilting your head in confusion, before you slowly nod. “Right, you’re part of the back of house escort service, I forgot. Would it be better if I undressed a little? Make you more comfortable?”
The baby pink flush this gives Sakusa is so stark of a change that it startles you, and you think the joke was worth your own burning embarrassment at making it. He clears his throat, brow furrowed, but you can clearly see the blush that warms his cheeks, and the uncertain twitch of his mouth, like his brain can’t decide whether to smile or frown.
“If you’re done interrupting me,” he says, “I meant nervous clients. Meian knows not to bother booking them with me, because it’s - well, it hasn’t gone that well in the past.”
And you already know this. Shouyo has explained his coworker’s early mishaps while starting at Black Jackal, including the delightful incident where someone did puke in Sakusa’s studio and he had to send them off to Bokuto while he cleaned it top to bottom. His reputation is exactly why Shouyo’s news sent you into a panic: his image in your mind was a looming, scowling asshole who barely spoke two words to you at every visit you’d ever paid your best friend at work (which was too many to count, thanks to Shouyo’s insistence on forgetting things at home.)
“I’ve heard,” is all you say, and Sakusa’s lips purse. He probably knows exactly what you’ve heard.
“I don’t know how to . . . make people calm down.” He releases your hand and it drops back down to the worn leather; the absence of his touch is cold, and you miss it immediately. “And I’m guessing me just telling you not to freak out hasn’t been helping?”
“How did you know?” You ask, voice flattened by the weight of your sarcasm. Sakusa manages another of his ghost smiles, but it fades from his eyes as he takes you in again. From the way he’s watching you, you must look as terrible as you feel right now.
“Look,” you start, steadying yourself with a small, uneven breath. “I want this tattoo, you don’t want to cancel this appointment, so it seems like the best thing is for us to just - just commit to the bit, you know? So just distract me and it’ll be fine.”
“Distract you?” This suggestion seems to strike Sakusa like an electric charge, jolting him into another startling blush, brow furrowed in frustration. “With what?”
You swallow a nervous laugh, eyeing his panic like a house cat eyes their pretend prey, and say, “You could take your shirt off or something,” because you’ve completely lost your mind and you want to draw that blush out of him as much as you can. It might be the only distraction you need.
Sakusa’s face goes bubblegum pink, from his forehead to his - remarkably sharp and pretty - jawline, and something about it makes his eyes even more piercing. He just stares at you as you cackle, your nerves making the laughter bubble up in your stomach like a shaken bottle of sparkling wine.
“I’m kidding, I swear,” you laugh, face warm and insides fizzing with a wild cocktail of anxiety and helpless endearment. “You can just, you know, talk at me or something. That’s usually how I get through shots and stuff.”
“Oh? This is a recurring issue?” Sakusa is still a little pink as he reaches for his supplies, but reaches out a gloved hand and gently turns your head to face the opposite wall when you look over. “Don’t look, idiot, just stare at the art or something.”
“Okay,” you nod, a bit breathless even when he finally releases your jaw. You train your gaze on the wave designs you noticed earlier, the detailed strokes a good visual distraction. “Yeah, I don’t like needles, obviously.”
“Obviously,” Sakusa echoes, voice flat. You’re trying to picture his expression, and when you chance a glance you see you nailed it: the scowl and single quirked eyebrow combo he’s used three different times on you today.
“Yeah, obviously. I know it’s not uncommon, but it’s still, like, embarrassing, you know?” Your fingers twist into Itachi the Weasel’s soft fur. “It’s like a little kid phobia.”
Sakusa just hums, barely audible, as he wipes a cold towelette across your inner arm, and you suppress a shiver.
“It’s not that embarrassing,” he says finally, though his words are a bit distant, out of focus, as he concentrates on whatever he’s rifling around with on his cart of supplies. They clink gently as he works, the only sound in the room aside from his quiet murmurs. “You’re doing pretty well. I appreciate that you still haven’t puked.”
“And I’m not going to,” you insist, pulling a quiet laugh from him.
“I would hope not.” His gloved hands are back on your arm, repositioning you slightly and then tracing something cool and soft along the skin. When you look down, he’s outlining the design; his movements are so delicate it’s as if he’s pushed all the concentration in his body to his hand. “Not when I’m being so nice, anyway. Now,” he reaches up with his free hand, tilts your chin up and guides your gaze back to the wall of art, “stop looking.”
You laugh, your stomach fluttering. “But what if you do it bad? I need to see the tracing!”
When Sakusa’s hand stills for a long moment and he goes quiet, you risk a look back down and see him glaring up at you, though his mouth is twisting away from a smile.
“I don’t know if you’ve heard,” he says quietly, leaning ever so slightly closer to you, coaxing you to lean forward and meet him, “but I’m really fucking good at what I do.”
And you don’t mean to say it, you really don’t, but the muttered, “Oh, I bet you are,” just slips out. Sakusa really walked into it, if you think about it.
And he responds with another deep pink blush, giving a slight cough as he leans back, eyes now glued to your arm as he reaches to continue the design. He nudges your chin up again with his knuckles before he gets back to work.
The studio is quiet after that, the pair of you letting the tension brew as Sakusa finishes the small tracing and starts sifting through his supplies again.
“Okay,” he breaks the silence, and there’s a note of concern that wasn’t in his voice before. “I’m going to get started now, but I think you should take a second to breathe. If you start hyperventilating,” he adds sternly, “I will not do this tattoo.”
“I won’t hyperventilate,” you assure him, sounding much more confident than your shaky lungs feel.
“You’ll be fine,” Sakusa concludes, and he seems to realize how much of a non-comfort this is, because he knocks his elbow against Itachi, where he’s pressed to your stomach. “Remember to squeeze the living shit out of him, alright? He won’t mind - I think.”
It’s only when that gets a smile out of you that Sakusa continues, and your head turns instinctively when he lifts something from the cart.
“Eyes on the wall,” he says without even looking up at you, fiddling with the tattoo gun in his hands. You obey, eyes shooting back to the wave designs, trying to trace the patterns instead of thinking about any impending stabbing. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” and it comes out as more exhale than speech, but you are managing to get your breathing under control.
“I’m going to turn it on now, but -”
The moment the mechanism buzzes to life, you flinch so hard that you almost drop Itachi, and Sakusa gives a little sigh through his nose.
“- I won’t use it yet, because I figured you’d do that.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” you mutter, struggling to put up a teasing glare so he knows you’re joking. Sakusa’s dark eyes are narrowed in thought when you look over at him, averting your eyes from the tattoo gun in his hands.
“Are you done shaking now?” His fingertips graze your inner wrist, glancing down to study your arm like he’s looking for more tremors. “Because I genuinely can’t do this if you’re moving around, you know.”
“I know,” you say, a bit breathless at the contact as Sakusa’s hand travels up to rest on the crook of your elbow, steadying your arm. He’s still not looking at you, but you think he can probably feel your eyes on him. “. . . It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”
“The design is small, so it won’t take too long.” He presses on the skin of your inner bicep, shoulders hunching as he moves to get started. “Just say something if you need to take a break.”
You let out a shaky laugh. “And you say you’re bad with nervous clients.”
A beat of silence, broken by Sakusa clearing his throat. “Just repeating the stuff Bokuto always says.”
You give a sharp gasp when the needle finally touches your skin, the sting sudden and swift, and Sakusa doesn’t look up from where he’s carefully inking your skin when he says, “Yeah, it’s not pleasant.”
“I mean, I figured, but what the hell!” You hiss, face scrunching in displeasure. You suppress a shudder that tries to run through your body as he lifts the needle and then returns it to your skin.
“Eyes on the wall, Y/N,” he says, and your gaze moves before you realize you’re following his direction. When had you looked back down at him? “You don’t wanna watch me stab you.”
“I said I was sorry about that,” you mutter, and Sakusa just exhales the ghost of a laugh as he continues.
It’s not unbearable, the pain small but constant, and you focus on the feeling of Sakusa’s hands on you to distract yourself - whether this is really a good plan has yet to be decided. At least it steadies you, his grip sure as he works, and you wonder for a split second how this would be going with someone like Shouyo. You’ve seen your best friend give tattoos before, but the feeling of his distractible, fluttering hands on your arm seems like miles away from the solid reassurance in Sakusa’s hands. There’s something about his concentration, the small pinch returning to his brow whenever you flicker your gaze to him, and the warmth of his broad hands that has your stomach fluttering while your pounding heart eases slightly.
Maybe this mishap wasn’t the worst possible outcome.
“Nearly halfway,” Sakusa murmurs, and you catch it in surprise just over the buzz of the machine.
“Already?” You’re so focused on the feeling of Sakusa holding you that you didn’t even notice ten minutes flick by.
“Yeah, I told you, a design like this won’t take long.” His hand slides down your arm a bit, holding your inner forearm in place, and his fingers curl around you almost reflexively. You resist the urge to look down as hard as you can, and find yourself outright glaring at the ocean scenes on the opposite wall. “You’re doing really well.”
And now you’re glaring and flushing, the praise going straight to your hammering heart while you fight the warmth in your face and the twist and turn of your insides as you study his work. The brushstrokes of that middle scene, a huge tidal wave in a myriad of blues and grays and teals, are so delicate that it’s hard for you to pick them apart from across the tiny studio, and you think you want to see Sakusa’s hands do something that delicate. It’s only fair, if you can’t look at him as he so carefully and gently marks your arm when you want to chance a glance so badly.
“Nearly there,” he says, unreadable as he lifts the needle from your skin, adjusting your arm’s position slightly. “Need a moment?”
“I -“ You’re not sure if the break is really what you want: your plan was to just get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible, and now your torment is drawing to an end. But your brain is going hazy with Sakusa’s hands on you, and you want to ease into that feeling for a little longer. “. . . Sure, just for a second.”
“How about ten?” You hear him laugh, the sound low and warm. “And you know you can look wherever you want now, right?”
Your gaze darts down to meet his, and you catch the tail end of his smile before it sinks below the surface again, just the remnants of it left glimmering in his eyes.
“You wanna look, or wait until I’m finished?”
And Sakusa huffs out a laugh because he sees that you’re already sneaking a peek at your half-finished tattoo, the skin around it irritated but the inked lines and curls so entrancing that you want to touch them. Sakusa holds your hand back, placing it over Itachi where you had sat him down next to you on the table.
“You like it?” The permanent intensity of his gaze makes the question feel like you’re being interrogated, but you just smile.
“Yeah.” You glance back at the design, studying the parts of it that still need to be filled in. “How much longer, do you think?”
“If we keep going right now, I can probably get you out of here by three,” and you swallow your disappointment. Twenty minutes did not give you a lot of time to crack open more of Sakusa’s shell.
“Alright.”
He gets back to work and the studio falls quiet, save for the steady buzz of the gun and the creak of the table each time you shift your legs around. Sakusa’s silence is so complete that you find your gaze wandering down to him, despite your promises to keep your eyes away from the procedure at hand, and you study the crinkle in his forehead as he focuses, the curl that strays between his eyes. He pauses to brush that curl back into place, and the movement is hypnotizing; you can’t stop watching how smooth his motions are, every one deliberate and careful. When he does so his eyes slide over to meet yours, and you sink so deep into his gaze that you can’t even try and pretend like you weren’t staring.
“Almost done,” he says; his thumb traces the edges of the design, and the smallest sting is left behind on the irritated skin, a mark of his touch. You just nod, your brain moving honey-slow as you watch him.
“You’re doing fine,” he remarks, head cast down as he finishes his work. “Not nervous anymore?”
“No, I am,” you reply, a bit breathless, “but I’m - you’re - it’s not that bad.” The words clatter their way out of you, awkward and uncertain in your mesmerized haze. His hair catches the studio lights and the curls remind you of the brushstrokes in his art, each rivulet of the tidal wave rendered with individual care, smooth and inviting. You clench Itachi a bit tighter, keeping your hand where it is.
Sakusa breathes something like a laugh and a sigh, lifting the needle from your skin for the last time. “Well, good, because you’re done. Told you it wouldn’t take too long.”
He putters about his equipment for a moment, putting things back in their places, and you study his movements as your hand frees Itachi (much to his relief, you’re sure) and reaches for the stinging patch of skin on your inner arm.
“Don’t touch it,” Sakusa warns, barely glancing at you from where he’s slathering on another round of hand sanitizer. “Unless you want it to get infected.”
“No, I’m okay, actually.” Your hand drops into your lap as you wait for him to return, legs swinging with your nerves as he finally meets your eyes.
“You didn’t puke.” Sakusa is giving you that barely-there smile again, and you swear you see the beginnings of a dimple on his right cheek. The urge to run your hands through his curls only grows with this observation, which you really wish it wouldn’t, because talking to him is only getting harder.
“I didn’t.”
“Thank you for that,” he says, pulling on a fresh pair of gloves and motioning for your arm. “Hold your arm out straight for me.”
Warmth creeps up your throat as you do as asked, and Sakusa’s hands are warmer this time when he uses a cotton round to spread a thick layer of ointment onto the design. It shimmers in the light, and you turn your arm slightly to examine his work.
“I’d ask if it looks okay, but it’s a little late for that.”
“Maybe you should’ve let me look, then,” you try to glare up at him as he crowds into your space a bit, gently laying plastic wrap over the area. You can feel the warmth of him this close, and catch a note of his clean, summery scent, like one of those sweet-scented dryer sheets. “So I could tell you before it’s too late.”
“You would’ve freaked out. Besides, it definitely looks okay. I told you, I’m pretty good at this.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you manage to roll your eyes, despite the flips your stomach is doing even as he backs away. He retreats to his desk to shuffle through the contents of a cramped drawer, and you watch the broad line of his shoulders stoop as he bends over the drawer. You feel the need to get ahold of yourself, but it’s a distant concern when your head is this floaty.
“Alright,” and when Sakusa turns back around, folded papers in hand and firm expression fixed on you, you let that concern fizz out entirely, “you’re finished. These are aftercare instructions.” He passes you the papers and waits for you to carefully tuck them into your purse. “Follow them - don’t skip steps or rush the healing process. Understand?”
“Got it,” you salute, warmth fluttering through you at his low tone. “I can follow instructions.”
Sakusa just nods, mouth flattened as you gently slide off the leather seat. “I’m sure you can, so I expect you to. I want to see that healed properly the next time you come to see Hinata.”
“So you’ll actually come say hi, instead of hiding back here?”
He quirks a brow and you squirm under his questioning gaze, embarrassment flooding you. Was that too obvious?
“. . . We’ll see. Depends on if you still want to see me after this.” Usually people don’t. The implication hangs between you both, and you yank it aside like you’re letting in fresh air.
“Well, maybe I do. Is that a problem? Gonna ruin your street cred?”
“I think you’re going to obliterate it, honestly.”
“You don’t sound opposed.” And that’s as much a question as it is a jibe; you stand prone in his little studio, waiting for Sakusa to stack up his many walls once more, back where they stood before you followed him into his sanctuary.
But he just stares back at you, the corner of his lips twitching as his gaze moves from your face to your new tattoo and back again. “Maybe I’m not.”
A knock at the door startles you out of the fuzzy, warm headspace you’ve sunk so deep into, and both of your heads whip to look at Shouyo, whose fluff of ginger hair is peering around the open door as he looks back at you both.
“Are you done already? My client’s just taking a break now, and I wanted to come check in . . .”
Taking a step away from Sakusa - when had you drifted so close to him? - you flash Shouyo a thumbs up and a wane smile. “Totally done! Completely finished!”
“Awesome!”
It’s quiet as you all head back to the front desk so you can pay, Shouyo seemingly oblivious to the tension brewing between every word you direct at him instead of Sakusa. You leave Black Jackal with a new tattoo and the feeling of Sakusa Kiyoomi’s eyes on your back as you step out the door, finding Alisa already waiting for you, leaning against the passenger door of her parked car.
“Hey! Lemme see, I bet it’s so cute . . . what’s wrong with you?” She squints at you, hands still on your arm to see the tattoo, and you shrug.
“Nothing, I’m all good.”
“So you didn’t freak out?” Alisa asks, pulling you along to the car. “No hyperventilating?”
“No,” you shake your head, sliding into the passenger seat. “I . . . I might go back, get another one. I’m not sure yet.”
“Wow.” Alisa gives you a once-over when she gets into the driver’s seat, turning on the ignition but not taking her eyes off of you. You don’t look over to see if she’s suspicious - you already know her too well for that. “It must’ve gone really well.”
“Yeah.” You nod slowly, fingers twisting in your lap. “It did.”
“So Hinata’s actually good at his job?”
“I, um - actually -” You fumble with your words, the last hour crashing through your brain at hyperspeed; there’s no turn of phrase that feels appropriate, not with the bright, too-hot feeling bubbling up inside of you, coaxing a wavering little smile out of you. “Shouyo couldn’t, um, actually he didn’t do it.”
“Oh?” Alisa pauses before pulling onto the road, her acrylics tapping thoughtfully on the steering wheel before she lets out an obnoxious, dramatic gasp. “Oh! Oh my god, wait, who?”
“Shut up,” you say instead of answering, burying your warm face in your hands.
“No way,” she argues, and you feel the car start moving, thank god. Soon you can be embarrassed in peace. “No way, you - it wasn’t Miya, was it? Please tell me it wasn’t.”
“No! No, it wasn’t - it actually was Miya’s fault that Shouyo couldn’t do it, so - I mean, um - it was . . . you know Sakusa?” His name trips off of your tongue, pretty and hushed, and the phantom feel of his hands on your skin makes you shiver.
When you finally look up at Alisa, she’s staring at you in mingled disbelief and delight. “No fucking way.”
“I’ll literally hop out of this moving car, right fucking now.”
“I didn’t say anything! I just - no way. No fucking way.”
“Yeah.” You murmur, head tipped back against the headrest, trying not to picture that almost-smile glimmering in his sharp gaze. “No way.”
#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#sakusa kiyoomi#kiyoomi sakusa#kiyoomi sakusa x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu
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Aine's little Haikyuu Map ❀
NSFW are all under the cut with warnings before them! Minors please dni.
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Main Map
Treat Aine to a Kofi (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*) ♥
✴ Updated: 20 May 2023 ✴
Kuroo Tetsuro
Welcome home Part 1 & Part 2
Angst to fluff confession
When they have a match
When someone refers to s/o with their last name
When s/o drops towel in front of them, tiktok style
when y/n is jealous
Seeing you in their clothes the morning after
When y/n is drunk
When they are drunk
First dates
When y/n has a bad day
When the kids asks for a second child
When y/n is unwell
When y/n tells them she's pregnant
With a gorgeous s/o
Bokuto Koutaro
When they have a match
Domestic HCs
When someone refers to s/o with their last name
When s/o drops towel in front of them, tiktok style
when y/n is jealous
Seeing you in their clothes the morning after
When y/n is drunk
When they are drunk
Confessions
First dates
When y/n has a bad day
When the kids asks for a second child
When y/n tells them she's pregnant
With a gorgeous s/o
Oikawa Tooru
When they have a match
When the kids asks for a second child
Miya Atsumu
When someone refers to s/o with their last name
When they are drunk
When y/n has a bad day
When the kids asks for a second child
When y/n is unwell
Iwaizumi Hajime
Seeing you in their clothes the morning after
1700 event: Royal AU
Tsukishima Kei
When y/n is drunk
When y/n has a bad day
When the kids asks for a second child
When y/n is unwell
Yuji Terushima
First dates
Akaashi Keiji
When y/n is unwell
Sakusa Kiyoomi
When y/n tells them she's pregnant
Ukai Keishin
When y/n tells them she's pregnant
Hinata Shouyo
1700 event: Royal AU
Kageyama Tobio
1700 event: Royal AU
Seeing you in their clothes the morning after
Nishinoya Yuu
1700 event: Royal AU
Suna Rintaro
With a gorgeous s/o
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Seeing you in their clothes the morning after
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Kageyama and Iwaizumi visit Hinata and Oikawa in Brazil
Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/qsZrpnN
by Calabrese_Kitsune
Tobio Kageyama is getting reading for bed and gets a text from Iwaizumi, "You want to go to Brazil?" They head to Brazil, and adorable, fluffy, funny stuff happens :)
Words: 5548, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Iwaizumi Hajime's Mother
Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Additional Tags: fluff first, next chapter smut, KageHina - Freeform, Love Confessions, Canon Compliant, Oikawa is a little shit, We love Oikawa and Iwa, We love Kageyama and Shoyo, Brazil, Tobio and Shoyo, Shoyo loves Tobio, Tobio loves Shoyo, kageyama and hinata, Brazil trip for Kageyama and Iwaizumi, Next chapter gonna be spicy, My First Fanfic, Kageyama - Freeform, Hinata - Freeform, funny stuff, Feel good read, Canon Compliant Haikyuu, NO ANGST....We don't do that here, adorable kageyama, protective hinata, Oikawa Tooru Loves Iwaizumi Hajime, Tobio and Shouyo, Shouyo and Tobio, Haikyuu!! Manga Spoilers, haikyuu! - Freeform
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—Masterlist
This masterlist contains the compilation of all masterlists available in this blog. You can read my works based on the characters, or genre, or trope, or kinks.
pinned | ask | rules | events
※ Genshin Impact
kamisato ayato | diluc ragvindr | childe/ajax | zhongli | kaeya alberich | arataki itto | al haitham | cyno | tighnari | kaveh | thoma
※ Haikyuu!!
sakusa kiyoomi | tsukishima kei | miya osamu | miya atsumu | kita shinsuke | akaashi keiji | iwaizumi hajime | ushijima wakatoshi | sugawara koshi | oikawa tooru | bokuto koutarou | tendo satori | semi eita | kuroo tetsuro | matsukawa issei | hinata shouyo | kageyama tobio | kozume kenma | yaku morisuke | yamaguchi tadashi
※ Obey Me!
lucifer | mammon | leviathan | satan | asmodeus | beelzebub | belphegor | diavolo | barbatos | solomon
※ Boku no Hero Academia
chisaki kai | aizawa shota | mr. compress | [will be adding more characters]
※ Moriarty the Patriot
william james moriarty | albert james moriarty | louis james moriarty | sherlock holmes | sebastian moran
※ Gakuen Babysitters
kashima ryuuichi | kamitani hayato | tomoya yagi | nezu chuukichi | saikawa keigo | usaida yoshihito
※ Genre
fluff | angst | hurt/comfort | smut | dark!content
※ Events
01. grand opening | 02 |
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finding out their s/o is pregnant ft. haikyuu
Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x female! reader, Hinata Shouyo x female! Reader, Kozume Kenma x female! reader, Miya Atsumu x female! reader, Oikawa Tooru x female! reader, Sawamura Daichi x female! reader, Tendou Satori x female! reader
Rating: pg 13?
Genre: PURE FLUFF, established relationships, mood swing, a tiny fight with slight jealousy on Oikawa’s part, and some crackheadedness :)
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and anxiety
Word Count: 2.1k
Summary/ Request: “hi hi hi !! i just found your page and i love it it's so cute uwu🤩
could i request hc/drabble (anything really) of finding out their s/o is pregnant with tendou, daichi, hinata, bokuto, atsumu, kenma, oikawa
just a crumb of something to itch my brain please 👉🏻👈🏻”
A/n: Hello, thank you so much for requesting this. I had such a lovely time writing this and being all mushy. Just like all my other works, I had to find a way to make it a teeny bit of crackheaded. I hope you enjoy this work and thank you again. Also thank you to @meowstea for helping me brainstorm this (I adore you). Thank you to @plutointhestars and @jeonsjiddies for beta reading this for me. Requests are open, just please read my rules before sending in an ask. Also, if there’s any other warnings that need to be added, please let me know. I’ll be happy to add them for y’all. Hope y’all enjoy, any feedback would be greatly appreciated :)
Bokuto Koutarou
It was your five-year anniversary with Bokuto and instead of going out, Bokuto wanted to be your personal chef for the night.
Weeks prior to your anniversary date, Bokuto spent his free time watching cooking videos and memorizing recipes of foods that had your eyes glimmer.
Seeing all his hard work and puppy eyes, how could you say no.
So here you were, admiring the love of your life happily cook a meal for you.
The delightful aroma causes you to unconsciously rub your growing tummy, the aroma making your mouth water.
You were currently twelve weeks pregnant and you’ve thought of ways to tell Bokuto but all ideas that came through your head didn’t seem like enough.
“Hey, honey? Did you hear me?”
“Sorry Bo, what did you say?”
“I was thinking now that we are married, you know, we could maybe start trying for a baby?”His words had you freeze in your spot.
You weren’t sure if you felt relieved or a bit terrified of being put on the spot.
Almost if he sensed your silence, he turned around with the frying pan in hand starting to mutter apologies for being blunt.
Before he could get any more words out, you interrupted him but didn’t meet his eyes.
“We are pregnant, Bo.” You whispered and closed your eyes as you waited for anything to ease you.
Instead of being met with his words, you heard the frying pan clatter on the floor.
“What?”
You took a deep breath and prepared to meet his disappointed face but instead, you were met with a teary-eyed Bokuto.
Quickly, you made your way to your husband and pulled him towards you.
You sat him down on the chair you were in and you took his large hand in yours to place a kiss on his knuckles before directing his palm to rest on your growing tummy.
Bokuto’s eyes fluttered shut as he started to fully process it, his large hand on your tummy making you feel happy.
Once his eyes opened, Bokuto pulled you into his lap and covered your face with sweet kisses while whispering the sweetest words only for your ears.
“Baby, I love you so much! Thank you for making me so damn happy!”
Your heart was full of utter warmth and happiness that you felt like you were on cloud nine.
Hinata Shouyo
Hinata treated you like a queen. He always wanted to take you to the most beautiful restaurants with a perfect scenery just to see you glow in happiness.
Of course, you mentioned that you were happy with just being cuddled against his warm body at home but he always said that his queen deserves the best.
So that brings you to one of the fanciest restaurants that you have ever been to.
You felt a bit uncomfortable because of how your fancy clothes clung to your growing belly. Your worried mind raced through different scenarios that you completely missed the waiter asking you what you would like to drink.
“We would like a bottle of wine. Tonight feels like a special night.”
Without thinking you answered, “No, I can’t drink alcohol for nine months. It’s bad for the baby.”
“Nine months? Baby?” Hinata muttered under his breath until it hit him.
The waiter and Hinata looked at you with wide eyes and it took you a moment to realize what you had said.
“Surprise?” You shyly giggled at their reactions.
Before you could say anything more, Hinata jumped out of his chair to pull you into his arms.
“Hey everyone, I’m going to be a dad!” The waiter and the people that were sitting near you congratulated the two of you.
Hinata’s hands cupped your face and placed a loving kiss on your lips and thanked you for making him the happiest person in the universe.
Kozume Kenma
It was Kenma’s birthday and by his request, it was just a day at home. He wanted to spend his special day with the most important person to him in the comfort of your shared home.
And of course, you could not deny his request.
You planned to make his favorite food while he played a few of his favorite games.
While you waited for the food to simmer, you pulled out Kenma’s special gift and opened it to make sure everything was perfect for the thousandth time.
Today was the day you were finally going to tell him that you were carrying his child. You didn’t know how much longer you could continue to hide it since your belly was starting to show as each week passed.
You set up the dining table and called Kenma to come to eat with you.
Your heart pounded in your chest when you saw your boyfriend walk into the dining room with a smile on his face.
“Happy Birthday, baby! Before we eat, I do have a really special gift for you.”
With shaky hands, you handed Kenma the gift. You carefully watched his every move as he opened the box in his hands.
“Player three is coming in 2022?”
He read out loud, clearly confused as he looked up at you.“We are having another person in our relationship?”
Kenma looked like a puppy that’s been kicked as his eyes watered and you panicked.
“Baby, no! Look at the rest of the box.” Your hand caressed his cheek as he pulled out an ultrasound picture from the box.
Once it hit him, Kenma giggled and pulled you to sit on his lap. He nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck and sighed happily.
“So that’s why you have been wearing my clothes lately. Thank you, baby. I love you so much.” Kenma whispered contently against your neck.
Miya Atsumu
It was the last set of the game. One more point and your boyfriend’s team would win the team.
It was the last game of the season and Atsumu asked you to come to see him play.
He wanted to go to the game with you by his side but you had other plans for him.
Of course, there was no way he didn’t leave the house with a huge pout on his face. So you had to bribe him with cooking his favorite meal when you came home together.
Almost immediately when he left, your best friend, Osamu’s girlfriend, pulled up to your parking lot, waiting for you to head to Atsumu's big game.
“The poster’s in the back seat, I wrote what you sent in the last text and before you ask, the ultrasound is there too.”
Your nerves grew as you saw your boyfriend prepare to set the last point. You closed your eyes as you tried to calm your nerves.
Once you opened your eyes, you saw that Atsumu was looking right at you and smiled when your eyes met. He immediately hit the ball and scored right away.
When Atsumu scored the winning point, his teammates rushed up to him to celebrate.
Osamu’s girlfriend nudged your side as you both made your way to your boyfriend on the court.
Osamu saw the two of you head closer to the court and he called his twin over, already knowing what was going to happen.
Your body shook with nerves as you turned the poster around to let Atsumu read it.
“Congratulations Dad?”
Shaking his head at his twin, Osamu smacked the back of Atsumu’s head as he pointed to the ultrasound.
When it clicked in his head, Atsumu dropped himself onto his knees and nuzzled his face onto your baby bump.
“My beautiful prize, thank you.”
Oikawa Tooru
You knew it wasn’t Oikawa’s fault but who would stay calm when the waiter wouldn’t stop flirting with your husband right in front of you.
It surely didn’t help that your pregnancy heightened almost all of your emotions.
Oikawa knew you were no longer enjoying the meal when he saw you unintentionally playing with your food.
He tried to talk to you but all he would get was really short answers. He could no longer sit there when he saw you get teary-eyed so he held your hand and walked out of the restaurant after he paid for the meal.
The ride to your shared home was silent, you avoided your husband’s concerned eyes by looking outside the passenger window.
Once you got home, you kept on walking ahead of Oikawa and the feeling of his eyes burning the back of your head riled you so much more.
“Baby, let’s talk. What’s wrong?”
“You know what’s wrong.”
“No, I don’t. Baby, you’re acting like a pregnant woman.”
“That’s because I am, you giant idiot.”
Oikawa’s eyes widened at your words as his mouth trembled.
“You what?”
“You know what I said, you big dummy.”
His arm reached out to you and pulled you into his chest. He placed one of his hands on the nape of your neck while the other rested on your lower back.
“I know, baby. Just wanted to hear you say it again just to make sure that I’m not dreaming.”
“I am carrying your child, Tooru.”
His hold on your body became tighter as you said it again.
“My dream has become true, thank you.”
Sawamura Daichi
Nothing about today seemed out of the ordinary, just another casual day where you took a stroll in the park, hand in hand with Daichi.
Every step you took had you feeling sudden happiness that made your eyes tear up.
There were days where you would feel like this but those days were starting to feel like they were happening very often.
You took the time to not only admire the beautiful park but your boyfriend.
He seemed very distracted by whatever he was looking at so you followed his gaze and it led you to a playground full of toddlers.
Your heart fluttered at the sight of Daichi unconsciously smiling.
The endearing moment came to an end when a little boy ran up to you with a woman running right behind him.
“Congrats, you have a child in there!” The little boy pointed at your tummy before turning back to the woman who was a few steps away.
Daichi’s eyes were stuck on your stomach while you started recalling the tiniest of things.
Your hold on Daichi’s hand tightened when you remembered that your period hasn’t come.
Your eyes met your boyfriend’s and it’s as if you both had the same thought.
That’s what led you to this moment, Daichi sitting along with you on the bathroom floor as you wait for the results of three pregnancy tests.
The timer on your phone went off and your heart pounded violently against your chest as you turned the timer off.
Your boyfriend’s hand reached for yours as if telling you that he’d be by your side regardless of the situation.
His free hand reached for the pregnancy tests sitting beside you and counted to three to see the final results
One…
Two…
And three positive tests that had Daichi’s eyes and yours simultaneously tear up.
Before you could say anything, his lips crashed against yours as he cupped your face in the palm of his hands.
“I’ll be here for the two of you, always and forever.”
Tendou Satori
Your husband, Tendou, went out to go buy a couple of things needed at home and medicine since you were feeling a bit under the weather.
But the thing you didn’t tell him was that you were late.
One of your friends had come over minutes after Tendou left to give you a few pregnancy tests because you wanted to make sure before you told him anything.
You couldn’t bear to spend every minute sitting down by the tests so you paced around the bed until your alarm went off.
Without peeking at the pregnancy tests, you sat down on Tendou’s side of the bed and held his pillow in your arms, his scent instantly calming you.
When you felt ready, you flipped each test around to be met with a bold “Pregnant” on the screen.
You stayed frozen on the bed as you continued to stare at the tests in slight disbelief.
You couldn’t tell how long you stayed frozen but you knew it was a while when your husband walked through the door, rambling.
“Hey, Princess. I found these really cute shoes that couldn’t wait for the future.”
“Princess, what are you- Oh!”
His eyes landed on the positive pregnancy tests and he softly cooed at you. Tendou sat right in front of you and caressed the apple of your cheeks as he whispered sweet words to comfort you.
He gently laid on the bed with you right against him and peppered tiny kisses on your forehead.
“I knew those baby shoes were calling to me for some reason.”
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHOYO! 🎂
He just came home from training when you welcomed him with a birthday greeting just right when he opened the door to your apartment.
You had a candle-lit cake on your hands and you were singing him happy birthday. His eyes sparkled and almost teared up as soon as he saw you. “Y/N!” He ran after you and wrapped his arms around your neck lovingly rubbing his face against yours. “Sho, the cake! The cake!” You chuckled. “Oh, I’m sorry!” He giggled and pulled back a little. “Go on! Make a wish!” You excitedly told him as he firmly closed his eyes and ran over his birthday wishes in his head.
Done with his wishes, he blew the candles and planted soft kisses on your cheek. Playfully, he dipped a finger in the cake and put some icing on the tip of your nose.
#🎂 happy birthday sunshine#🎴.kny#hinata x reader#hinata shoyo fluff#hinata shouyo x reader#hinata shouyo imagine#hinata shoyo x reader#hinata shoyo imagine#hinata shoyo#hinata shouyo#hinata shouyo fluff
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msby boys when you kiss them for the first time
a/n hi. drabble(-ish idk) becauseeee yeah!
warnings/tags FLUFFF WOW!! shocking, includes mbsy main 4, sha’s brain malfunctioning, gn!reader, sha being soft for msby
SAKUSA KIYOOMI stares at you, wide-eyed and shocked. he swore he was dead for a moment—his heart had skipped a few beats. you were just bidding him goodbye after another date, and he was dropping you off at your house. as you both approached the front door, you suddenly grabbed his wrist and gave him a quick peck on the lips. not really a kiss as most would call it—but still, anything you do to him makes his face flush and his heart stop.
“just go home already, it’s cold out here.” he rushes you after you pull away from his lips, trying oh-so-hard to hide the grin creeping up on his face.
MIYA ATSUMU pulls you back in for another kiss. he was secretly hoping for the past week that you’d kiss him first—he wasn’t sure if you were ready to be that close yet. and when you finally do, man is ecstatic. the tips of his ears turn a bright red, and as soon as you pull away, his hands are reaching for the sides of your neck, behind your ear. his lips are warm against yours—a very big contrast to the cold snow falling on top of your heads. not that you would complain, you didn’t really like the cold that much.
“you should’ve kissed me earlier,” he frowned as you waved him goodbye, a slight smile on your face.
BOKUTO KOUTAROU shortcircuits. he’s frozen, as if he was trapped in ice—and when you pull away, he’s in the same position as he was before you even kissed him. “kou?” you raised an eyebrow. maybe it was too cold for him that he froze, you thought that he put on too little scarves anyway. he realises what had just happened, and it’s times like this where he wished that he read that wikihow article on how to kiss your significant other—he thought that he would be a natural at it. but when it came to you, he’s frozen, you make him shortcircuit in the best way possible—he doesn’t know what to do when you’re so close to him.
“i’m sorry, i’m fine, i swear.” he’d smile at you, and you sigh in relief because you can tell he didn’t hate the kiss—the crimson colour on his cheeks tell you everything.
HINATA SHOUYO melts. he literally feels his knees go weak, threatening to make him fall any second. no words can describe how elated this man felt. perhaps he’s being too dramatic, but he felt like he was going to faint when your lips met his. he’d loved you for a long time, and you’d never gotten this close to him before. so when you do, he’s melting away at your touch. you’re lucky he didn’t pass out then and there, if not there’d be some serious issues at the hospital—and how you would’ve had to explain to them that your boyfriend fainted because you kissed him.
“i did not.” shouyo argued as you asked him why he almost fell when you pulled away, refusing to admit that he’s so weak in front of you. you knew that fact too well though, hinata was never good at hiding things.
I HATE THIS SO MUCH nothing comes up in my head when i try write fluffy stuff…. lmk your thoughts on this tho if yall like it ill try n do more — 051221
# recent — hq boys love language <3
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i hate you <3
kageyama walked out of the locker room with hinata, talking to him about how he would set to him, and hinata giving him ideas on how they could execute them. “i just think you were a bit slow yesterday.” kageyama said.
“oi. king.” tsukishima said, standing in front of kageyama. he still towered over him. hinata huffed. even after these years, tsukishima still kind of ignored hinata when he talked to kageyama.
“it’s been how long? cut the nickname.” kageyama rolled his eyes.
“you gonna cry about it?” tsukishima asked.
“i’m your vice captain.” kageyama crossed his arms, using his power over tsukishima.
“yeah? tadashi’s our captain.” tsukishima smirked.
“fuck you!” kageyama exclaimed.
“i bet you’d love to, king.” tsukishima snickered. “anyway,” he sighed, glancing at tadashi, who nodded. tsukishima groaned. “can you,” he paused, shaking his head, “help me practice my spikes?” he mumbled. “you’re,” he glanced at tadashi again, who smiled with two thumbs up, “one of the best setters i know.” tsukishima said in a monotone voice. “please.”
kageyama laughed, making a show of it too. he doubled over, holding his stomach, just to make fun of tsukishima. “you want-” kageyama started laughing more.
“fuck you.” tsukishima grumbled, walking away.
“wait.” kageyama wiped his eyes, still grinning. “i’ll help you after practice.” he said.
“okay.” tsukishima said, walking over to tadashi. tadashi nodded his head towards kageyama, turning tsukishima around. tsukishima grumbled a thanks.
“of course, tsuki.” kageyama laughed, continuing to talk to hinata.
—
after everyone left, kageyama was alone in the gym. which wasn’t a problem for him.
but for tsukishima, it was. why’d he have to be alone with him? “i’m gonna get some water before we start.” kageyama said. “want some?”
“uh, sure.” tsukishima shrugged. kageyama left and tsukishima quickly pulled his phone out and called tadashi.
“what’s up, kei?” tadashi asked.
“why leave me alone here?” tsukishima groaned.
“this was the plan, dummy. you pretend you need help with, like, a line shot or something, keep him alone after practice for a couple days, fall in love with each other, the end.”
tsukishima huffed. “i hate this. i hate this so much. he’s gonna find out!”
“maybe if you’re being obvious about it.” tadashi said. “kei, i swear. you’ll be fine. plus, you were actually complaining about how you were spiking. just work with him.”
tsuki sighed. “okay.” he mumbled. “bye.”
“who was that?” kageyama asked.
“tadashi. he just needed help with something.” tsukishima said, putting his phone down. he looked at kageyama, his heart stopping. kageyama was stood so the setting light hit him perfectly. his eyes were slightly looking up, and his hair fell perfectly across his forehead. tsukishima cursed his brain. how could he have fallen for kageyama tobio of all people? he would rather have fallen for tadashi. sure it’d be more inconvenient but at least it wasn’t kageyama.
with kageyama, tsukishima had to make a show of making fun of him. that was his brand, but then he screwed it up. that one day in the park in their first year when kageyama grabbed his shirt. tsukishima thought about it all the time. “hey. are we practicing or what?”
“oh.” tsukishima said, clearing his throat. “yeah.” he said.
“so what happened again?” kageyama asked.
“i don’t feel in sync with the setters.” tsukishima said.
“oh. i think i remember our last practice match. you were a bit weird when i set to you. you’re blocking good though?” tsukishima nodded. “okay.” kageyama said. “just try it differently. or you can do the hinata move and close your eyes so i can set into your hand.” he joked.
tsukishima scoffed. “he’s an insane ball of energy who takes too many risks.”
“it worked.” kageyama grinned. tsukishima saw electricity in his eyes. tsukishima felt so depressed when he thought about it. kageyama clearly would never fall for tsukishima.
“alright, let’s go. i have to study.” tsukishima said.
—
“fuck!” tsukishima yelled, leaning into tadashi’s shoulder. “why him?”
“c’mon, tsuki.” tadashi sighed. “i’m sure if you keep practicing together it’ll-”
“there was electricity in his eyes! when he thought about fucking hinata.” tsukishima said. “fuck, i don’t know why i ever thought this would work. i’m supposed to be smart!” he looked at tadashi.
“i just think-”
“and he kept talking about him. like i don’t care?? he kept going hinata this, hinata that. grow a brain cell! i’m in love with you!” tsukishima groaned, leaning on tadashi’s shoulder.
“can i talk now?” tadashi asked. tsukishima nodded. “first of all, it’s so weird seeing you like this.” he said. tsukishima grumbled. “second of all, sh, second of all, hinata is his only friend. he has nobody else he hangs out with. like us. hinata’s like his safe space.” tsukishima hit tadashi’s chest. “ow. i know it hurts, but you’re a big boy. you can handle it.” tadashi teased, earning another push.
“i’m not going around bragging about my safe space.”
“well, kageyama was abandoned in middle school. i’ve always been there. kageyama now has someone who’s declared out loud in front of so many people that he’d be by his side, ready for him to set. he’d be waiting. obviously he’s gonna grow attached and be super proud of it. hinata is his second half.”
“fuck.” tsukishima huffed.
“i know you’re mad at yourself.” tsukishima looked at tadashi with a glare. “you can’t be mad at everyone else, especially me, when you know i’m right. just tell him tomorrow you might need a bit of extra practice again. no big deal.”
“fine.” tsukishima said. he grabbed his stuff. “i’m going home.”
“okay. sleep tonight, kei!” tadashi said.
“i will.” tsukishima sighed, walking out of the room. “thank you, ms. yamaguchi.”
tadashi’s mom smiled. “of course. you’re always welcome here, kei, you know that. come here for a sec though?” she asked. tsukishima walked up to her. “just a bit of advice. tell him you like him, hm?”
tsukishima blushed. “he’s- ah. thank you.” he said.
she nodded. “be safe on your way home.” she said.
—
the next day, tsukishima found kageyama walking alone in the hallway. “oi. king.” kageyama turned at the noise, making tsukishima snort. “you respond to king, hm?”
kageyama scoffed. “let it go.” he said.
“don’t think i will.” tsukishima smirked.
“what do you want?” kageyama asked.
“oh. practice again. today.” tsukishima said. “i think after the week i’ll be better.”
“sure.” kageyama said. “here. i’ll give you my number.” he pulled his phone out.
tsukishima furrowed his brows. how did they not have each other’s numbers yet? “sure.” he pulled his phone out, handing it to kageyama. what did tsukishima fall for? kageyama, who was the dumbest guy he knew, aside from hinata, but the best setter he knew? kageyama, their vice captain, with better leadership skills than he’d thought? kageyama tobio, the one who looked beautiful when he set a volleyball. the way his hair flew and fell just barely over his eyes. he sighed to himself, taking the phone when kageyama handed it to him.
“um, you, uh, have a text from tadashi.” kageyama said. he looked a bit uncomfortable.
tsukishima furrowed his brows, taking his phone and looking at the message.
tadashi: i see you hanging with your crushy wushy tobio
tsukishima’s eyes widened so big they almost popped out of his socket. he looked around, seeing kageyama was no longer there. shit. fuck.
he looked around, making a beeline for tadashi. “you asshole!” he exclaimed.
“hm? what’d i do?” tadashi furrowed his brows. tsukishima’s eyes were burning with tears of embarrassment.
“he saw the fucking message, tadashi!” tsukishima said.
tadashi gasped, his face just as shocked as tsukishima’s was. “fuck, tsuki. i’m so sorry.” tadashi said. “listen, i’ll take you home. we can go home? i’ll treat you to lunch. fuck. i’m so sorry. seriously.” tsukishima started to breathe unevenly, which tadashi could tell was a sign of his anxiety acting up. “c’mon. let’s go home.” tadashi said, pulling tsukishima away from everyone. to save him even more embarrassment.
they got in tadashi’s car. tsukishima was still having a hard time breathing. “you saw him and i talking. didn’t you see he had two phones in his hand?? why would he have two phones in his fucking hand?” tsukishima exclaimed, leaning against his dashboard. tadashi stayed quiet, letting tsukishima try to breathe. “i’m not gonna be able to go into practice again! there goes my fucking volleyball career. i quit in the third year and colleges think i don’t have dedication.” he let out the smallest sob. it couldn’t even be called a cry. it was just a small, annoyed groan. “and now he-” tsukishima paused, and tadashi covered his eyes. “FUCK!”
“i’m really sorry, kei.” tadashi whispered. “i can tell him i didn’t mean it for you.”
“you put his name in the message.” tsukishima said. his stress was through the roofs.
tadashi opened his mouth to say something else, but his phone started ringing. it was kageyama. “uh, that’s my mom. i gotta take it. i’ll be back. just try to breathe and get back in your headspace.” he got out of the car, walking a bit of a distance just in case. “tobio?” he said. “what’s up?”
“um, that, uh, message. was it,, uh, true?” kageyama asked.
“oh! no. no way. you know, with that rivalry thing you guys have, how could it possibly-”
“oh.” kageyama said. he sounded,, disappointed almost?
tadashi furrowed his brows. “u-unless you want it to be true?”
“what? no! no way. not at all.” kageyama said. tadashi heard rustling in the background. “oi! dumbass! my- that’s my phone!”
“tadashi! hey!” shouyo said. “you know, these guys are dumber than me it’s crazy. i thought tsukishima was smart, but clearly he can’t tell when the most obvious idiot in the world is- ah! uh, is crushing on him.”
“huh?” tadashi asked, starting to smile.
“it’s so- GET OFF! it’s so obvious! they’re in love with each other. i see the way tsukishima looks at him, and his little secret glances.” hinata said.
tadashi grinned. “hinata, i love you.” he said. “thank you! bye!” he hung up, getting in the car again. “i have-” but then he noticed his best friend wasn’t there. “uh- kei?”
while tadashi was on the phone, tsukishima kei made the decision to tell kageyama tobio exactly how he felt. he ran to the gym, knowing kageyama would be there.
he got into the gym, seeing kageyama and tobio fighting. “kageyama.” tsukishima said.
“huh?” kageyama asked, getting red.
“i hate you.” tsukishima said, just as tadashi walked in.
“huh?” kageyama asked, his heart visibly dropping.
that reassured tsukishima. “i hate you.” he said. he got closer to kageyama. “i hate how you look when you set. your form makes me want to quit volleyball.” kageyama scoffed, his jaw dropping.
“kei-” tadashi started, trying to stop him. but tsukishima wouldn’t let him.
“i hate how good you are with your teammates. i hate that you help me with no second thought.” tsukishima sucked in a breath. “i hate how perfect you look when the sun hits you at just the right angle, even though every angle is the right angle.”
“what the fuck?” hinata asked, his jaw dropping even farther than kageyama’s.
“tsukishima.” kageyama said, confused as tsukishima grabbed his shirt.
“i hate that you’re so pretty when you set.” it was so weird. tsukishima looked so frustrated and angry, yet he was, complimenting? kageyama. “i hate that i fell for you.”
“i-” kageyama started, but then he felt a very rough pair of lips against his own. they moved away, and kageyama found himself chasing after them.
“i hate you.” tsukishima said quietly, his face completely rid of emotion. he just looked like plain old tsukishima kei.
kageyama was confused, and he felt awkward. but he just responded by kissing tsukishima again. “i hate you too.” kageyama mumbled.
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notes ; well....cute <333 HASHASDHDAHS i missed writing for haikyuu
wc ; 295
warnings ; just fluff, really ASDHAHASD
summary ; there were matching shirts and matching pictures, but y/n and hinata? they have matching bruises
pairing ; hinata shouyou x gn! reader
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"what happened to you?" tsukishima snickered when he and yamaguchi went by your house to go to school together. you were sporting a nasty bruise on your forehead, wincing as you remembered the incident from last weekend.
"well," you trailed off, not really wanting to relive the story, but you figured it was probably best you'd be the one to tell it.
you were on a date with your boyfriend, hinata. it was going great, really, but then, the end of the date came and hinata walked you home, occasionally bouncing in excitement. you laughed with his stories and he cheered you on when you mentioned something you needed to do.
by the time you were at your house, you both couldn't leave (cute) but eventually, you had to go inside and hinata had to go home. he grinned, getting close and settling his hands on either sides of your face. your face warmed but looked down his lips, nonetheless.
as you were about to kiss, the angle must have been wrong, your foreheads bumped into each other. you both screamed, hinata was going in fast and went in harder than he was supposed to so it wasn't a surprise that the bump hurt so bad.
you both nursed your foreheads, already feeling the bumps forming, making you both laugh and wince at the same time. hinata gently kissed you on your lips, making sure to steer clear of both bumps, before waving his hand. he was still wincing as he said, "bye, y/n! see you on monday!"
"and that was that." you sighed, feeling the bump on your forehead. tsukishima was quick to laugh at you, as well as yamaguchi, but at least yamaguchi seemed sorry.
"idiots, both of you."
"shut up, tsukki."
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msby boys doing mundane things that they just adore
i’m just gonna say msby brainrot
SAKUSA KIYOOMI loves doing your skincare. no, not only did he looked forward to every single morning you two in the bathroom just doing your daily routine in front of the mirror, though he really liked it too. what sakusa absolutely adores are the times where he does your skincare. those days where he can actually spoil you. arriving home after work, he just takes one glance at the door and sees how tired you are, those days he just gives you the softest of smiles and immediately runs a bath for you, and after gently bathing and changing you into matching pijama’s the moment he adores arrives. at this point you are yawning like a baby and he just sits you on the edge of the sink, he carefully goes through your routine, he smoothly runs his hands throughout your face applying moisturizer, serum, etc. he just loves it because it’s a vague excuse to have you this close and this vulnerable to him, because those are the moments where he can appreciate every centimeter of your face and take a deep look at your features. he just loves that you trust him enough to do this. you are always taking care of him, and you didn’t even question anything, the moment you two got together not even a single day passed and you were already washing and folding his clothes the way he liked and you always made sure to make him feel loved. so he wants to do the same.
BOKUTO KOUTARO what he particularly likes, no, lives for is watching you bake. it doesn’t matter if you are an expert or you burn the kitchen down every single time. he finds captivated by the way you scrunch your nose after adding the flour or how you carefully breathe while measuring the amount of milk or oil that you need for the recipe. he is not allowed to do much, but he just looooves the excuse of you baking because of the apron that reads the cheesiest“kiss the cook” he gently kisses you every damn time. but his favorite moments are when you actually include him. just a ‘hey kou, i can’t reach the shelve please can you pass it over darling?’ he is immediately there, it doesn’t matter if the only thing he does during the entire thing is cleaning a spoon you need, he just loves it. and the final product is the best, he gets to eat some dessert and have you at the same time, how can he ask for something better?
HINATA SHOUYO adores when you buy something for him. and no, i’m not talking about huge presents or something extremely important, i’m talking about the little things. it just drives him crazyyyyy maaaan. he will be just returning from practice and he’ll randomly realize that there’s a small package of his favorite gummies and he’ll tear up. once you got him a plushie from those machines because you got it on the first time after work and give it to him and now he neveeeeeer goes away for games without it. he says that it’s like having a pocket sized you. he just falls in love a bit more when he comes back and sees that you cooked his favorite meal and just hugs you. it’s just that those little things are his daily reminder that someone actually knows him from head to toe. that there’s someone’s airing for him at home who he actually never gets tired of, someone who is supportive even in the small ways. and please be sure that he always wants to do that with you too but he’s a hot headed guy. you’ll buy him chocolates and the next day he returns home with a super expensive box of handmade chocolates. you scold him every time but he just can’t help it
MIYA ATSUMU finds it very hard not to die out of love when you sing. and once again he does not care about if you sing as an angel or you’re tone deaf. he loves listening to your voice a bit different than usual, but what really gets him are those stupid songs you make up for a random situation. like that one day he accidentally stepped on dog’s shit while walking out and you just went: ‘bipity bopity boo now tsumu has poop-oooo~’ those are his favorite ones, maybe because he finally found someone as genuine as him someone who is actually willing to have fun the rest of you both life’s he was really relief to found someone who did not perused his career or his fake narcissistic personality or the fake atsumu miya he was for a very long time. he found you, the one who he wants to keep having fun with every day possible day, someone who knows that if he is down will rise him up. and lord how he loves singing to you too, a very musical life full of love is in front of him and he just loves it.
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❥ First Kiss Scenarios w/ Daichi, Akaashi, Ennoshita, Kuroo, and Oikawa
❥ Reactions of Teams to S/O being a Top Volleyball Player (Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Kageyama)
❥ Helping w/ Training Camp (Bokuto, Kuroo, Tsukishima, Akaashi)
❥ Is Your Man Still Around? (Kuroo, Kageyama, Iwaizumi)
❥ Reactions to S/O walking in Naked (Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Kageyama, Kuroo) (NSFW**)
❥ Jealous Boys with a S/O who’s a Cheerleader
❥ Spell it Out for Me w/ Tsukishima, Yaku, and Oikawa
❥ The Younger Kuroo w/ Fukurodani, Karasuno, and Nekoma
❥ Climbing into Their Laps w/ Kuroo, Bokuto, and Kenma
❥ Coming to their S/O Late at Night w/ Daichi, Kageyama, and Bokuto
❥ The Morning After w/ Kageyama, Osamu, Iwaizumi, and Tendou light nsfw
❥ Accidentally Kissing Their Crush w/ Kageyama, Tanaka, and Bokuto
↪ Accidental Confessions w/ Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Oikawa, and Semi
❥ VolleyBoys with a Jealous S/O
❥ The Shock to Seijoh
❥ Accidental Ambush w/ Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, and Kuroo
❥ Karasuno Boys (+Kenma) w/ a Crush in a Sexy Halloween Costume
❥ Playing Volleyball w/ a Scared S/O (Iwaizumi, Akaashi, Kuroo, and Oikawa)
❥ Seijoh w/ a Manager That Cries bc of Kyoutani
❥ Insecure S/O Reacting To a Confession (Bokuto, Kageyama, Tsukishima)
❥ S/O Who is Getting Harassed w/ Kuroo, Bokuto, and Kageyama
❥ Turn and Keep Going. (Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Akaashi) - angst - (TW: cheating)
❥ Getting Found Out in a Secret Relationship (Kenma, Sakusa, Wakatoshi, and Kageyama)
❥ S/O With a Douchebag Ex (Akaashi, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Atsumu)
↪ HC: S/O w/ a Douchebag Ex (Bokuto, Tsukishima, Kageyama, and Tanaka)
❥ More Than A Night. (w/ Oikawa, Kuroo, Terushima, and Osamu ) light nsfw
❥ Your boyfriend’s Who? (Suga’s little sister! Oikawa x reader)
❥ Getting Stuck In the Locker Room w/ Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Kuroo, and Akaashi (enemies to friends -maybe more?-)
❥ Dancing in The Rain w/ Sugawara and Hinata
❥ Protecting their Crush on a Subway w/ Akaashi, Ushijima, and Tsukishima
❥ Sending You Home. w/ Tsukishima, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, and Semi
❥ Asking Them To Pose For Your Drawing w/ Kuroo, Akaashi, and Tendou NSFW!!
❥Aftermath of a Fight w/ Their S/O- (Tendou, Oikawa, Kageyama, Atsumu)
❥ Coming Home to You In Their Jersey - Iwaizumi Hajime, Kenma Kozume, Akaashi Keiji, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Tooru, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Atsumu, and Miya Osamu-
❥ Cuddles. (Nekoma x Reader)
❥ Taking Care of Drunk S/O at a Party w/ Kageyama, Osamu, Ushijima, and Akaashi
❥ VolleyBoys with a Crush on Singer S/O w/ Suna, Semi, and Matsukawa
❥ Crossing Boundaries w/ Tsukishima, Kuroo, and Iwaizumi
❥ Volleyboys w/ a Jealous S/O (making them jealous in return) w/ Ushijima, Daichi, Matsukawa, and Suna
❥ Accidentally Lashing Out at their S/O (Akaashi and Sakusa)
❥ Defending S/O from Jealous Girls (Kuroo, Kageyama, and Tsukishima)
❥ Irrevocable Words (Kuroo, Osamu, Akaashi, and Tsukishima)
❥ Comforting their S/O After a Major Surgery (Kita, Osamu, Atsumu, Suna)
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