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rintaroll · 9 months

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❝ *･🎥 ·̩͙ TRUTH OR DRINK ❞ | ex high school sweethearts edition

[ tags : suggestive, maybe an exes to lovers trope, they used to be academic rivals to lovers!!! reader attends uni from out of the country (unspecified), unedited pls go easy on me ]

[ truth or drink m.list ]

you : i'm y/n.

kuroo : wait, are we starting?

[yeah.]

kuroo : oh, sorry, i'm kuroo.

you : and we're exes. from high school.

the video cuts to a text on a white background. the text says, 'exes from high school ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.'

[how long did you guys date?]

kuroo : for like... two years?

you : yep. two years.

[do you guys still hang out together?]

you : yeah. we, like, share the same friend groups.

kuroo nods.

you : oh, but only when i'm in the country though.

kuroo : yeah, they just flew back here a few days ago. we've seen each other every day since then.

[when was the last time you hung out together?]

you : last night.

when your head turns to the camera, there are several raised eyebrows from the camera crew. realization dawns on you.

you : no. no-

kuroo : not- not like that.

you : yeah. wait, i mean- no. whatever, can we just take a shot?

the video cuts to both of you clinking your shot glasses together before downing the liquor down.

[who's going first?]

you : i will.

you clear your throat, eyes finally settling on the card in your hands. kuroo grins encouragingly.

you : do you still find me attractive?

kuroo : yes. of course.

you laugh while kuroo turns his head towards the camera. he raises his eyebrows suggestively with a grin on his face. you slap his arm.

[what about them is attractive?]

kuroo : everything. i mean, have you seen them? look at them.

you shrug your shoulders, trying to still seem nonchalant despite the warmth spreading up your neck.

you : you're not so bad yourself, i guess.

kuroo : you guess?

you : next question!

kuroo : what do you mean you guess???

you : you go.

kuroo shuffles forward and takes a card from the deck. kuroo smirks before reading the question.

kuroo : what was your favorite high school make out spot?

there's a few seconds that pass while you ponder your answer.

you : on second thought, i don't think we've ever really made out at school...

kuroo : yeah... i guess we spent most of high school competing with each other.

you : mhm.

kuroo : but i have to say my favorite would be the locker rooms.

your cheeks heat up, flashbacks of hushed voices and heated kisses flooding your head. you clear your throat and quickly regain your composure. noticing your behavior, kuroo smiles inwardly while he notes how easy it still is to read you. some things never change.

you : i remember when you first kissed me in the gym though.

kuroo chuckles.

[can you tell us more about that?]

you : we were fighting.

kuroo : no, we weren't. i wasn't doing anything, while you were going on and on about how i'm always ranked first in class and you're always second.

you roll your eyes before looking straight into the camera.

you : he never shuts up about it. he rubbed it in my face with every chance he got.

kuroo smiles. for a split second, he saw the younger, high school version of you as you complain. he missed you.

kuroo : so i kissed them.

you : i'm starting to think you being first place in class was only a scheme to date me.

kuroo : just accept it. i'm smarter than you are.

you : maybe. academically.

kuroo : sure, sure.

he waves a hand dismissively, resulting in you narrowing your eyes at him.

kuroo : you're always first in my heart though, sweetheart.

you : you are so irritating.

kuroo : you love me.

you curl your lip, feigning disgust. kuroo only laughs. there is a split second where a smile is shown on your face before the video cuts to the next scene.

you : who broke up with who, and how did it go down?

you are amused as you watch kuroo dramatically turn to the camera.

kuroo : they broke up with me. they told me they didn't love me anymore.

kuroo was going to face you again before he whips his head back towards the camera.

kuroo : and then!

you : there's an 'and then'?

kuroo : and then they fled the country.

you narrow your eyes.

you : you're making me sound like i'm an escape artist or some type of fugitive or something.

kuroo : you are.

you : wha-

kuroo : you're a criminal for stealing my h-

you kick him under the table. kuroo lets out an 'ow' and rubs his shin. there's more laughter from the crew.

kuroo : ooh, this one's interesting.

you : hurry up and read it then.

kuroo raises an eyebrow at you. you huff.

you : please.

you roll your eyes as kuroo grins, satisfied.

kuroo : kiss me like you did in high school.

kuroo notices when your lips form a straight line. you're nervous. kuroo moves his hand ever-so-slightly until it touches yours.

kuroo : should we drink instead?

you : no. no, it's fine, lets do it.

you start to lean over the table while kuroo's still in his seat.

kuroo : yeah. i mean, it'a not like it's been a while since we last kissed.

you :

kuroo : what? why are you looking at me like that?

kuroo is smirking slightly, which irks you.

you : you are so annoying.

kuroo : really?

you : tetsuro, just shut up and kiss me already.

kuroo finally leans over the table. when your lips finally meet, you get lost in the feeling of your lips melding with his. you turn your head to deepen the kiss, and kuroo follows suit instantly. you almost forget how there's still a camera recording your every move, and when you remember, you had to forcefully peel yourself away from him, leaving kuroo chasing after you before realization dawns on him too. it was long after you were settled in your seats before you start to speak up again.

you : right.

kuroo : ... nice.

you : nice.

you : it's my turn, right?

kuroo : mhm.

you pull a card from the deck, and groan instantly when you scan the words.

you : describe our last time having sex.

kuroo laughs. it's unclear whether it's out of amusement or nervousness.

kuroo : should be easy. you know, since it was just yesterday.

you : yeah.

you and kuroo share a look.

[would you like to elaborate?]

you chuckle nervously.

you : we're lying. obviously.

kuroo : we like to lie, yeah. that's... a thing we do.

you : our mothers would be ashamed.

kuroo : horrified.

you : yeah.

kuroo : yeah.

the scene cuts to both of you clinking your glasses and downing your shot together. two awkward smiles are worn after the glasses are empty.

kuroo : what's the biggest secret you've kept from me?

you : dang... i don't know, actually. do you have one?

kuroo shrugs.

kuroo : sure.

you : what is it?

kuroo : babe, this is your question.

you : oh. right.

you chuckle awkwardly, your gaze flitting up to the ceiling.

you : i lied when i said i fell out of love.

kuroo :

you : when we broke up.

when you finally manage to return kuroo's gaze, you are shocked to see the unbothered expression on his face.

kuroo : wow. really?

you : you don't sound surprised.

kuroo : y/n, i've known you since middle school.

you :

kuroo : you're not exactly the best liar. i knew you were trying to make leaving the country easier for both of us.

you : oh.

kuroo : yeah. oh.

you : whats your secret then?

a thin, slightly lopsided smile forms on kuroo's lips. your heart skips a beat.

kuroo : i still love you.

you've heard this the night before, but now that you're hearing him say it fully sober, you're sure your heart just leaped out of your chest and started running off elsewhere.

you : oh.

kuroo : oh?

you : what were you expecting me to reply with?

kuroo : i don't know, an 'i still love you too'?

kuroo's voice drops to a loud whisper.

kuroo : we could make this juicy for the viewers.

you laugh.

you : i already said i lied when i said i fell out of love with you.

kuroo grins. not the usual mischievous one, but one where he's baring his row of pearly whites in earnest joy.

kuroo : so you still love me.

you : not for long.

kuroo : you wound me.

you : good.

there is no more tension in the air when the video cuts to the next scene. your shoulders are visibly less tense and kuroo's hands are toying with one of your hands. you proceed to read out the card on your other hand.

you : did you always know that we wouldn't last?

kuroo : no. we're obviously made for each other.

the corners of kuroo's lips tug up into a grin. you sigh.

you : i guess nobody can put up with you as well as i do.

kuroo : you're my for lifer, babe.

you : you are going to be the death of me.

*･🎬 ·̩͙ special cut

after the director yells cut, the camera crew disperses almost immediately. you stand up from your seat, feeling the pressure of everyone's eyes on you fade away.

kuroo : well that was fun.

you nod. as he rises from his seat, kuroo lets his curiosity take over and takes the stack of cards from the table. he starts flipping through them, letting his eyes briefly scan each question.

kuroo : these questions were really- oh, y/n, answer this one.

you peek over his shoulder, reading the question yourself while kuroo reads it aloud.

kuroo : of all the lovers, where do you think i rank?

you : hm... probably last.

kuroo's jaw drops. you bite your lip to keep your laughter at bay.

kuroo : wow. woooooow.

you : tetsuro.

kuroo : and to think that we had something special.

you roll your eyes, watching as kuroo brings his palm to his chest, acting like you just shot him in the heart.

you : drama queen.

kuroo : drama queen? drama quee-

you kiss his cheek, which shuts him up in effect.

you : you're literally the first and only relationship i've ever had, dummy.

you leave kuroo in his place, whom you've managed to keep frozen in place. the camera catches you flashing a cheeky grin towards his direction before disappearing off camera completely. the last thing seen before the camera's turned off is kuroo chasing after you, despite still being in a stuttering mess.

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carameian · 9 months

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❝ main masterlist ❞

browse through all works by searching the tag #liv.writes and #kiawrites at @rintaroll

CATEGORIZED BY — ANIME

1. ハイキュー ; HAIKYUU.

2. 呪術廻戦 ; JUJUTSU KAISEN.

CATEGORIZED BY — TYPE

1. SOCIAL MEDIA!AU (SMAU)

2. HEADCANONS

3. TRUTH OR DRINK (HAIKYUU ONLY)

updated — 03/08/23

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rintaroll · 9 months

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❝ INSIDE THE LINES. ❞

— during matsukawa's time babysitting your niece, more than a couple realizations occur to you.

⊱┊pairing. matsukawa issei x gn!reader ⊱┊tags. fluff, established relationship, reader has a 6 year old niece and works at the bakery, food mention, mattsun has a sleeve tattoo :], unedited ⊱┊wc. 1.3k ⊱┊note. cleaning out my drafts hehe this was back when i had my mattsun brain rot (OH btw while writing this he works as a tattoo artist in my mind but i didnt mention it anywhere)

"issei, i'm so sorry-"

"it's fine," matsukawa waves his hand dismissively. his eyes flicker to the clock on the wall. "when are you coming home?"

"soon. i just have to frost the cupcakes and wait for the customer to pick them up." you pan your phone to the chocolate cupcakes, fresh out of the oven and still steaming hot.

"those look really good, babe." matsukawa muses.

you hear a small voice squealing from behind the camera. "i wanna see!"

your boyfriend chuckles, eyes trained on your niece, himeko, whose ears have perked up at the word 'cupcakes'. the six-year-old scrambles onto the sofa, comfortably nestling herself into matsukawa's side. her eyes widen when she finally sees the cupcakes in all their chocolatey goodness. "yummy..." she says, eyes boring into matsukawa's phone screen, unblinking and shiny.

you pan your phone back to your face. "they're not for you!" you remind her.

"i know!" himeko sighs dramatically, strands of hair falling onto her face. mattsun effortlessly brushes it back. "i have to wait for tomorrow so we can make them together."

"yes, that's right." you nod in approval.

"why can't it be tomorrow already?" she pouts. mattsun doesn't realize, but your eyes are trained on him while he stares at your niece while adorning an amused smile.

"hm," you ponder. "maybe if you sleep early tonight, then tomorrow will come earlier?" a sly grin forms on your lips.

himeko narrows her eyes at you. "that's not gonna work on me!"

you shrug. "worth a try."

matsukawa snickers at your failed attempt to trick her. "smart girl," he praises her before raising one of his hands, which is met with a high five from himeko. your niece then proceeds to stick her tongue out at you.

you shake your head, but there's a smile on your lips despite you doing so. she might as well steal your boyfriend at this point, you think to yourself.

you can almost remember the good times—when himeko was four and hiding behind your legs, while matsukawa was crouching in front of you. she was terrified, little hands gripping onto your pants. she told you he looked like a gangster, with all the tattoos covering the entirety of his right arm. "what if he kidnaps me?" she wailed once he leaves, to which you comfort her by saying that he won't. from her skeptic expression and her glassy eyes, it was safe to say that she was far from convinced.

and yet now here you are. with your boyfriend and your niece in cahoots, conspiring together to overthrow you someday.

"anyways, i was calling because she wanted me to tell you she finished her coloring book, isn't that right, hime?"

halfway through his words, himeko lets out an 'oh!' and jumps up from the couch. she picks up her coloring book off the floor, where it was surrounded by an assortment of colored pencils and markers in disarray. flipping to the last page, she proudly shows off her latest piece of work. "look!"

you gasp, genuinely admiring the effort she's put into coloring in the drawing of a fish. considering how she's just turned six, she's done a wonderful job in coloring inside the lines. "that looks so nice! did you do that all by yourself?"

"yep!" she chirps, nodding excitedly before stopping to ponder for a moment. "hm... i guess, uncle mattsun did help me color the amenomies..."

"anemones," matsukawa stage whispers.

"right, amenemones."

you and matsukawa bite back your laughs. "it looks really good, himeko," you comment, still smiling.

himeko nods absentmindedly. it becomes obvious to both you and matsukawa that her attention is not on either of you anymore. she goes out of frame as she continues to flip through her coloring book and zeroes in on her work, leaving matsukawa the only one left in view of the camera.

your eyes flit to the top of your phone screen, clicking your tongue when you read the time. "alright, i better go and start frosting. the customer will be here soon. bye, himeko! bye, baby."

matsukawa's heart flutters helplessly. he will never get tired of you calling him that. "see you," your boyfriend beams. although still engrossed by her coloring book, you hear your niece mumble a soft 'bye' right before the call ends.

pocketing his phone, matsukawa turns his focus back on himeko only to find her tiny lips curled into a frown. "something wrong, sweets?"

she looks up, with her brows all scrunched up. matsukawa feels his heart melt at the sight. "i'm out of pages. what will i color now?"

"i'll buy you another one tomorrow, okay?" he pokes her nose.

with a giggle, she scrunches her nose in effect. "okay."

an idea spontaneously strikes matsukawa. it might be one of the best ideas he's had in a while—the realization that himeko brings out his creative side more often than not quickly becomes an afterthought.

"actually, hime..."

her ears perk up, big eyes staring up at him. those big, doe eyes he has not learned how to say no to.

"i know something else you can color."

matsukawa was sure he saw himeko visibly light up when he offers his tattooed arm. he doesn't need to tell her twice. she expeditiously collects her markers off the ground—she's big enough to know that pencil colors won't be able to color in your skin!—and spreads them out on the sofa next to where both of them sit.

snuggled into his side, matsukawa has his tattooed arm around her as himeko starts to color in the tattoos from the ones on his forearm. "i'll make sure your arm looks extra pretty!" she exclaims excitedly.

"can you make it look as pretty as you are?"

himeko tilts her head to the side as she thinks of an answer. "hm... maybe. i'll try." the earnestness in her answer makes matsukawa chuckle.

as himeko continues, her inquiries about his sleeve don't stop. did it hurt? (just a little bit.) what's the meaning behind this one? (there's no meaning to that one. this one, however...) are you gonna get a tattoo of y/n? (i already did.) can i get one too? (matsukawa laughs awkwardly when he hears the last question, immediately changing the topic by asking her what her favorite color is. he doesn't want to get into trouble.)

the conversations tone down when himeko makes it halfway through matsukawa's forearm. he knows himeko turns quiet once she's focused. it's only when matsukawa feels her marker slip that he realizes that she has nodded off. making as little movement as possible, he closes the cap on the red marker that she was holding and puts it aside.

half an hour later, you tip-toe into your living room with the intention to surprise your boyfriend and your niece at heart. as you get closer, suspicions start to arise when you realize that it's awfully quiet.

wait, are they-

oh.

they are.

your heart blooms at the precious sight of matsukawa and himeko fast asleep on the couch. matsukawa's head is lolled back on the back of the sofa, his arms around himeko as she is curled up into his side. they look so comfortable and peaceful, soft snores coming out of the both of them with hideko's head rising up and down along with matsukawa's chest with every breath that he takes.

you just finished snapping a quick picture when realization sets in.

and no, it's not about how matsukawa has successfully won her over for good—that realization has set in a long time ago.

but it's realizing that you want to spend the rest of your life coming home to this sight. him dozing off on the sofa, waiting for you to come home, and maybe a child, or two, of your own curled up next to him.

vocabulary !

himeko is written like so: 姫子 in kanji. 姫 (hime) means princess, while 子 (ko) means child. mattsun's nickname for her is hime, which essentially means he calls her 'princess'.

#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #matsukawa issei #mattsun #mattsun fluff #matsukawa fluff #matsukawa issei fluff #haikyuu fic #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu mattsun #mattsun x you #mattsun x reader #kiawrites

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rintaroll · 3 years

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❝ *･🎥 ·̩͙ TRUTH OR DRINK ❞ | friends with benefits edition

[ tags : a lot of nsfw/suggestive jokes, timeskip spoilers, mentions of commitment issues? a tfios reference LMAO, fwb to lovers trope ]

[ truth or drink series m.list ]

oikawa : hi!

you : hi, uh- my name's y/n.

oikawa : i'm oikawa, and we... met on tinder.

you send a death glare in his direction and oikawa smiles sheepishly. as this happens, the text that hovers above the two of you says, 'these "friends” will ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.'

oikawa : i'm jokiiing- stop looking at me like that-

you : we met in high school.

[are you... friends with benefits?]

you : yeah.

[what does that mean?]

oikawa : we’re best friends. but we also fu-

you step on his toes immediately, making him wince and pause in the middle of his sentence.

oikawa : ow, ow, fine- we sleep with each other.

[how often do you sleep with each other?]

you : next question-

oikawa : every day. they just can’t get enough of me-

he sends a wink to the camera while you groan.

you : tooru, stop exaggerating this or i swear-

oikawa : you wanna go first?

you shake your head, motioning for oikawa to take a card.

you : no, you go.

oikawa hums, his knees bumping into yours when he shifts in his seat and reads out the card.

oikawa : hm... what should we call our relationship?

you : um... we're friends, i guess?

oikawa : best friends.

you :

oikawa : that fu- sleep with each other.

you narrow your eyes.

you : did you really have to add the best friends part?

his brown, fluffy hair bounces as he nods.

you : ... i don’t know what you’re talking about, iwaizumi’s my best friend.

you stick your tongue out at him. oikawa shakes his head in denial.

oikawa : they’re lying. we’re best friends.

you roll your eyes playfully. widening his grin, oikawa knows he has won when he sees you try to fight off a small smile.

you : next question.

oikawa : your turn.

you : oh... this one-

oikawa chuckles at the groan you let out.

you : let’s just drink.

oikawa : nooo, what’s the question anyways?

you avert your focus on oikawa, who was blinking way too innocently for your liking. you furrow your eyebrows at him. he smiles with an eyebrow raised.

you : on the count of three, name who likes who more in this relationship?

he snorts, attempting to pass it off as a cough. you grumble under your breath.

oikawa : isn't it obvious?

you : i hate you.

oikawa : it's clearly y-

you : no, wait- ugh, fine. let’s just say it on the count of three.

oikawa : fine. one.

you : two.

oikawa : three.

you and oikawa : you.

oikawa has a gleaming white smile carved onto his face while you fold your arms and huff in annoyance.

you : see-

oikawa : well... you did confess to me that one time-

you : i was drunk!

oikawa : well, you know what they say, drunk minds speak sober minds.

you :

oikawa : you even told me how hot you think i am~

oikawa leans forward and rests his chin on the palm of his hand.

you: well- uh- well, i wasn't the one that got jealous of iwaizumi!

you flick his forehead.

oikawa : ow-

he flinches and moves away to lean against the back of his chair.

oikawa : i mean, to be fair i didn’t know you and iwa are that close to each other!

you recall the amount of times iwaizumi has comforted you whenever you see oikawa leave parties with someone else that's not you. you purse your lips as the memories come rushing in, unaware of how oikawa’s grumbling under his breath.

you : we are close to each other! you’re just never there when we talk.

oikawa’s jaw slackens. you laugh softly, quickly pushing the memories to the back of your mind before it brings your mood down.

oikawa : you guys hang out without me?

you : yes? why, are you jealous?

you smirk at him before turning to the camera. you miss the flustered expression on his face that was gone within a second.

you : he’s so jealous.

oikawa : am not!

oikawa : so…

y/n : so…?

oikawa : this one’s interesting.

you tilt your head, wordlessly asking him to read out the question.

oikawa : does it hurt your feelings when i sleep with other people that aren't you?

your eyes widen a fraction.

you : ... does it hurt your feelings?

oikawa : no, it’s my question. you answer.

you : um...

you avoid his eyes, opting to look down at your shoes that are sandwiched in between his.

you : it might, i guess.

oikawa : ... you guess?

you : i mean, i’d definitely hate it if you were hooking up with your ex. you know how much i hated them.

both of you wince at the memory of his toxic ex, and oikawa scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.

you : you should’ve-

oikawa : i know. i should’ve listened to you.

you : mhm.

oikawa : well, i’m not hooking up with anyone else.

you : you’re... not?

oikawa : it’s, uh... it’s been a while.

you look back up just in time to see him shrug.

[ask him when was the last time he slept with someone other than you.]

you : oh, uh, when was the last time you slept with someone other than me?

oikawa : uh...

you notice how oikawa’s avoiding your eyes.

you : was it... recent?

oikawa : it was last summer, i think. so, no? not recent?

[were they cuter than y/n?]

you briefly glance at the director, nervous of what oikawa’s about to say. to your relief, he shakes his head.

you : ... no?

oikawa : no.

you : this one...

you blink at the words before you, rereading it mentally over and over again.

oikawa : what is it?

oikawa leans forward onto his elbows, adjusting the glasses that rest on the tip of his nose. you swat away the hand that tried to reach for your card.

you : where... is the weirdest place we had sex?

oikawa : oh, definitely th-

you : NO, tooru-

oikawa : what-

you : we’re drinking.

oikawa sighs in faux disappointment. you stare daggers at him, and he pretends he doesn’t see. you step on his shoes again for his attention, and the yelp he lets out elicits laughter from the crew. the shot cuts to both of oikawa pouring you a shot of liquor and both of you downing the shot.

oikawa : ... it was fun, though.

you : shut. up.

oikawa : would you have a threeway with me?

pausing from rearranging the cards that were haphazardly strewn across the table, you hum in thought.

you : sure.

not expecting the straightforward answer, oikawa almost chokes on his own spit.

you : what?

oikawa : you’re joking… right?

you : … yeah? duh? it’s not like i’ll reveal the answer in front of these cameras.

oikawa : o-oh. yeah. okay.

you : were you... expecting me to say yes...?

oikawa : no. definitely not.

you blink at him when he answers a bit too fast. he blinks back at you. a few moments pass, and oikawa clears his throat to get rid of the unnamed tension in the air.

oikawa : so… we’re drinking to this one?

you : um… yeah.

both of you down the shot in awkward silence. you don’t think about how it’s probably not the alcohol that’s painting his face red.

you take one of the last two cards in front of you.

you : oh! i’ve actually been wanting to ask him this myself.

oikawa : hm?

you : so, tooru... when are you going to introduce me to your parents?

oikawa scratches his chin in contemplation.

you : they’d love me, y’know?

you grin playfully. oikawa smiles, and the sincerity behind it throws you off.

oikawa : they probably would. even my sister loves you.

you : oh, i know. once she told me that she’d replace you for me with no hesitation.

oikawa : that was so uncalled for-

you laugh. oikawa smiles. you think it’s from the memory, but it's really from the sound of your laughter.

oikawa : whatever, takeru’s on my side.

you glance at the cameras with a knowing look on your face. oikawa silently watches you as you mouth ‘no, he’s not’ to the camera, the corners of his lips tugging upwards at the sight.

you : so?

oikawa : ... huh?

you : when are you introducing me to your parents?

oikawa : oh.

you :

oikawa : when you date me.

taken by surprise, your mouth forms an ‘o’. oikawa laughs.

you : that’s- that’s foul! i wasn’t expecting that- stop laughing!

[what makes your relationship that much different from someone who says they're in a committed relationship?]

you : well... hm...

oikawa : it’s not that much different, to be honest.

you : actually, yeah.

oikawa : the difference is just that one of us wouldn't commit.

oikawa stares at you pointedly. you purse your lips.

[why?]

you : i... i don’t know... well, i was young. and insecure. and he had fans that i don’t wanna mess with. has, actually. so i just thought it'd be bad if we got into a relationship.

oikawa : ... thought?

you :

oikawa : you thought it’d be bad? so... you don’t think so anymore?

you : ... keep that up and it’s gonna change to think.

oikawa raises his hands up in defense. this time, oikawa lets you see the sincere (you’re not sure but, lovesick, perhaps) smile he has been sporting every time you’re turned away from him.

you : last one?

your head whips to the crew standing behind the cameras. they nod in response.

oikawa : my turn, right?

you : mhm.

oikawa takes the last card. his eyes scan the words before him, before looking up and boring a hole into your skill with his gaze.

oikawa : do you love me?

you :

oikawa :

you : yeah.

oikawa :

you : yeah, of course.

oikawa : like, in a... i-want-to-be-your-significant-other kind of way or...

you : do you... want me to be...?

oikawa : did i not make that clear enough?

silence hangs heavy on your shoulders, and you look away from his intense stare. you blame the two shots of alcohol for the sudden surge of boldness in oikawa’s behavior.

you : at least… at least take me out on a proper date first–

oikawa : okay, then it’s settled. i’m picking you up this friday. okay?

you finally muster up the courage to look back at him.

you : … okay.

it’s silent for a few seconds, but it’s not like last time. it’s comfortable. warm. you return oikawa’s smile.

oikawa : did we just have our ‘the fault in our stars’ moment?

you : that’s it, you ruined it.

loud laughter from the crew is heard as the scene fades to black. the director shouts ‘it’s a wrap!’ as oikawa apologizes a multitude of times, telling you he’ll treat you for a week in exchange for your forgiveness. you forgive him. oikawa shouts ‘yes!’, clamping a hand over his mouth when he realizes he’s being too loud, and you laugh at his antics.

*･🎬 ·̩͙ special cut

oikawa : read the last booty call i sent you.

you : oh my god.

you pick up your phone that has been sitting on your lap, sighing.

you : see, here’s the thing about oikawa tooru.

oikawa chuckles.

you : he doesn’t beat around the bush when it comes to these things. he just... straight up tells you what he wants.

you scroll through the endless sea of chat bubbles, looking for the texts that he sent a few days ago. and when you finally found the text you were looking for, you look back to oikawa’s expectant eyes.

you : are you sure you want me to read this?

oikawa nods, pressing his lips together to stifle the laughter bubbling up his throat. you look at the director.

you : i think you might have to bleep this out...

[that’s okay. let’s hear it.]

you take a deep breath.

you : keep in mind i was at work when he sent this. okay-

you clear your throat.

you : tuesday, 1 pm. can i come over tonight? i want you to-

there was an incessant beeping of the censored words you read from oikawa’s text, and it doesn’t stop for another 5 seconds. when you finish, heat spreads up your neck with the disbelief that you just read oikawa’s explicit text our loud. despite the cocky grin on his face, you don’t miss the red tinging the tips of his ears.

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❝ STEAL A KISS. ❞

|| pairing. iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

|| tags. fluff, established relationship

|| note. i sent this brain rot to lex at some point and it was inspired by this gif i cant find but uh yeah <3

"i don't wanna hurt you-"

"you're just scared you're gonna lose," you put the elbow of your dominant arm against the table, and your other hand motions for your boyfriend to seat himself in the opposite chair.

"fine." he obliges with a sigh. shaking his head, he rolls the sleeve of his t-shirt up, exposing his shoulder and bicep, much to your viewing pleasure. "just... tell me if you wanna forfeit."

"ha, ha." you laugh sarcastically, grasping his hand in yours. "i will win."

iwaizumi thinks the determined look on your face is adorable. your tongue sticks out in concentration once you declared the start of the match. and to no one's surprise, he's able to keep his arm upright as you flail around in your seat in attempt to force his arm down. in a matter of seconds, you settle yourself down, huffing in both exhaustion and frustration.

"giving up?" he raises an eyebrow at your state.

"no." you shake your head. he laughs a little, receiving a glare from you which immediately shuts him up. "i am simply... rethinking my strategy."

he nods condescendingly, pursing his lips to fight back a smile. “sure, babe. no hurry. we hav-"

his words are cut short when you unexpectedly lean over the table and brush your lips against his tentatively. he instinctively leans in, further melding your lips together, and before he knows it, you pull away and his arm falls slack against the table.

"see, i told you i'd win."

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rintaroll · 3 years

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❝ 1/100. ❞

|| pairing. miya atsumu x gn!reader

|| tags. fluff, drabble

|| note. imagining atsumu in this position... smiling and looking down at u 🙂 heeeeeyyyyyy

"are you sure you're not gonna fall on top of me?" you raise an eyebrow, poking atsumu's shoulder, eliciting a chuckle from him. you're not quite sure of how you ended up in this predicament; with your boyfriend balanced over your body, his body weight only on his hands and tips of his toes.

"i'm strong enough." he flashes you a grin, his flushed face contrasting against his commercial pearly whites.

while rolling your eyes, your hands come down from brushing the hair strands back from sticking to his forehead. "sure."

"besides," bending his elbows, he swiftly lowers his body to press a chaste kiss on your lips. "i need you here to motivate me."

you smile into the kiss. "that's one. out of a hundred."

with a groan, atsumu lowers his body, this time kissing the tip of your nose. you scrunch your nose when he does so. "don't remind me."

"two." you hum against his lips when he stays a second longer with his body pressed down against yours. "three. not my fault you lost that bet with osamu."

"he cheated!" he exclaimed before performing another push up.

"four. then, you," you pat his cheek, "need to work on your arm wrestling skills."

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rintaroll · 3 years

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❝ BODY SHOTS. ❞

|| body shots with msby series m.list

|| pairing. sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

|| tags. suggestive, fluff (?), alcohol usage, post time skip

|| note. why didnt anyone tell me earlier that sakusa's hot hot 🤨🤨

sakusa is doing this against his will. or at least that's what he keeps telling himself as komori pours a line of salt down his naked torso.

he bites the inside of his cheek when you look down at him with your knees on either side of his body. he looks pretty, you think to yourself, with the yellow glow of the bar lights reflecting off his cheekbones and the contours of his abdomen, and his dark, curly hair handsomely tousled. seeing komori place the lime in sakusa's mouth, the wild grin on your face widens.

"ready?" komori shouts. you nod vigorously, causing the tequila to slosh around in your shot glass. sakusa nods with you, but with less enthusiasm.

you start by tipping your head back and downing the shot in your hand. the crowd that has surrounded the table sakusa is laying on starts cheering louder, but when your eyes meet again, everything else became white noise to him.

your head dips, tongue darting out to lick the area above his navel. his body tenses up at the contact of the wet muscle dragging up against his skin, sending jolts of electricity down his spine. without breaking eye contact, you finally manage to reach where the salt trail ends, right in the middle of his pectorals. swiftly resting your hand on his shoulder for support, you lower your head with a teasing smirk, with only a few inches left between you and sakusa's flushed face. your lips graze each other's when you bite the lime from his mouth, and suddenly the world stops moving in slow motion for sakusa.

"you're a horrible, horrible tease," he sits up, grunting after you throw your hands wildly into the air after sucking the juice out of the green lime.

"i know," you smirk, patting his bare chest before getting off his lap.

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❝ THIRD TIME'S A CHARM. ❞

— the three times you proposed to iwaizumi hajime.

⊱┊pairing. iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader ⊱┊tags. fluff, timeskip spoilers, childhood friends to lovers trope, beta'd by the lovely @luvnami ⊱┊wc. 1k ⊱┊note. for @hajimine i hope u feel better ilymostest xx

the first time you proposed to iwaizumi hajime was when both of you were only five years old. you were swinging your legs on a park bench when you saw a boy around your age emerge from the bottom of the slide. you swore you felt your little heart flutter when he whipped his head towards your direction, the carefree expression all over his face so breathtaking that you thought your heart was going to leap out of your chest. with determination in every step you took, and the ring pop you stole from class earlier in hand, you approached him.

you ignored the confused look on his face when you thrusted the red ring-shaped candy in his direction. “marry me,” you proclaimed.

freezing up, a few seconds of silence passed as warmth spread from the boy’s chest up to the tips of his ears. he recovered shortly, managing to stutter out a ‘no’.

his response planted a feeling in your chest that was both foreign and unwelcome, and you couldn’t help it when your eyes started to well up with tears. the boy before you had eyes as wide as saucers as he watched fat pearly, tears start to roll down your cheeks. “okay,” you muttered, bottom lip quivering. you turned on your heel in shame, wanting nothing else but to go back to your original spot and forget about everything that just happened.

however, a hand wrapping around your wrist stopped you in your tracks. “we can…” he trailed off.

“huh?” you sniffled, wiping tears from your eyes with the back of your hand.

“we can be friends.”

your bleary, doe eyes blinked innocently at him. “we can?”

he nodded. it was only then when he realized that he still had his grip around your wrist. avoiding your gaze, he dropped your wrist and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

your face morphed into a look of excitement and you were unable to fight off a grin. “do you wanna play on the swings?”

he nodded again, choosing to ignore the tight feeling on his chest when you finally took his hand and dragged him over.

the second time wasn’t until about a decade later, when both of you were in high school. with arms splayed across the kitchen island, you had your cheek pressed against the hard surface as your eyes followed iwaizumi’s figure while he navigated through the kitchen. he set two mugs in front of you, and you earned a free show to watch his veins bulge in his arms with every stir.

“what are you looking at?” he raised an eyebrow after pushing one mug in your direction. it was dark green, matching the lettering on iwaizumi’s jacket — specifically the one that was hanging over your shoulders.

“nothing.” your voice came out as scratchy due to the sore throat you’ve been suffering for the past few days. he avoided your gaze when you looked up at him, choosing to busy himself with wiping a few wet spots on the counter with tissue.

“how’s your throat?” he finally walked around the island and took a seat next to you.

“bad,” you huffed, hoisting yourself up to rest your chin on your palm.

iwaizumi pressed a hand to your forehead to check your temperature and you reveled in the feeling of his warm hand pressed against your skin. “you don’t have a fever, which is good.” he retracted his hand, much to your dismay. his eyes flitted to the macroeconomics binder before you. “you need some rest.”

“i’ve an exam tomorrow. need to review a bit.” your hands moved to flip the binder open, but he pulled it from right under your nose and started scanning it before you could read a line. “what-”

“reading’s gonna make you feel dizzy,” he mumbled. his eyes raked over the unorganized sticky notes and highlighted handouts. “let me read and explain it to you later.”

you gasped, letting a goofy smile spread across your face. “you’d do that for me?”

he rolled his eyes, leaning over to softly flick your forehead before going back to the notes. “what would you do without me?”

“that’s why we should get together.” you joked, intertwining your pinky with his.

“we’re already together, stupid.”

“i meant, that’s why we should get married.” you grinned.

he scoffed, acting nonchalant despite his cheeks getting impossibly warm and visibly fidgeting in his seat. “someday,” muttered iwaizumi under his breath.

“hm?”

“nothing.”

when iwaizumi decided that he’ll be moving to california to pursue his dreams, he slid a ring onto your finger as a promise that he is and always will be yours. despite the daily good morning texts and facetime calls, nothing makes iwaizumi’s heart ache more than the distance separating the two of you.

the dim light of your screen illuminates your facial features as you scrunch your eyebrows together. “so you’re coming home this december?”

he hums, bottom half of his face buried into the gengar doll you bought him prior his departure. (you said it was because he looked like the pokemon. he didn’t question it any further.) “oh, mom told me you came over this morning.”

your face visibly lights up as you start talking about the conversation you had with his mom over a cup of hot tea. a tender smile forms on his lips. he thinks it’s endearing that the two of the most important people in his life are fond of each other. “...can’t believe she agreed when i jokingly told her we’re getting married as soon as i’m finished with uni,” you finish with a light chuckle.

iwaizumi’s heart flutters helplessly. he thought someday he’d get used to it; how you throw the word marriage around him like it’s not that big of a deal. like you’ve always been ready your whole life to spend the rest of your days with him. and as he eyes the black box on his nightstand, where his mom’s ring resides, he realizes that he’s just as ready.

“can’t believe it.”

vocabulary !

gengar is a pokemon. iwaizumi looks like gengar as seen here <3 runs from lex before they choke me for slandering their man

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❝ CHEMISTRY PRACTICE. ❞

— atsumu regrets playing cupid for his brother and his longtime crush.

⊱┊pairing. miya osamu x gn!reader ⊱┊tags. fluff, set in high school, (mutual?) pining, swearing ⊱┊wc. 0.7k ⊱┊note. so... based off a real story but i was atsumu in this scenario 🙄🙄

"this isn't a starin' contest, 'samu. blink."

he sees atsumu smirk from the corner of his eye. with his jaw clenched, he silently wishes he was born an only child. he blinks anyway.

osamu doesn't know how he ended up in this situation. he doesn't even know how exactly he got the main lead in this year's class production drama, but apparently, someone managed to convince the scriptwriters that he'd attract more people with his looks and popularity—not to mention that he’s much easier to manage than atsumu.

he should've known better when his spawn-of-the-devil twin started to bribe him with doing his household chores for a week. "i'll even treat you to yakiniku!" atsumu added.

although he had his suspicions, the incentives clouded his judgment. "fine." but right now, with both of your hands in his and your eyelashes flitting innocently up at him, he wishes he never agreed to do it.

"do we have to..." his words trail off as he avoids your eyes.

"yes. both of ya," atsumu puts each of his hands on top of both of your shoulders, "have ta work on yer chemistry."

"our chemistry is fin-"

"yeah, yeah." the fake blond waves his hand dismissively. osamu glares at him. "anyways, yer s'posed to compliment each other while ya do this."

"i-"

"that's easy," you chirp. osamu makes the mistake of looking back at you. "right, 'samu?"

his adam's apple bobs as he gulps. his name sounds nice when it’s rolling off your tongue. "yeah. yeah, sure."

"alright." a few seconds of silence pass with atsumu looking expectantly at osamu. nothing. nothing? really? so much for the hyogo playboy pride. atsumu rolls his eyes. "y/n, ya go first."

you hum. osamu tries to distract himself from the fact that you're currently shamelessly scanning him up and down. the attempt is to no avail when he noticed the proximity between the two of you. so close, he swears he can count your eyelashes. so close, he can smell your body mist and the sweet, familiar scent of your shampoo every time he inhales.

"i'd say you're handsome, but i'd be complimenting atsumu too, and we don't want to inflate his ego any further, do we?" osamu bites back a grin, forcefully tearing his eyes away from your lips.

atsumu scoffs. "i'm obviously better lookin' than this dumbass."

"sure." you drawl out the word while laughing, eliciting a snicker from osamu.

"fuck you guys." atsumu snaps. he's starting to regret playing cupid for the both of you. "hurry and compliment him already."

"i love your smile. it's cute." you say when the laughter died down. "i just noticed you had a dimple on your left cheek," you add. you resist the urge to poke the dimple while osamu gives up trying to fight off another smile.

"thanks," he mumbles.

you beam at him. osamu swears the room was spinning for a second. letting a moment of silence pass, atsumu watches both of you look at each other like lovesick puppies with crossed arms."'samu? hello? it's your turn now."

"oh. um... you..." he ponders, grey eyes raking over your appearance, from the top of your head to your worn, white sneakers. "you... have eyes..." he facepalms mentally as the words die on the tip of his tongue.

you purse your lips, trying to keep in the laughter that’s bubbling up from your throat. atsumu beats you to it and lets out the most obnoxious laughter that makes osamu want to bury himself six feet deep into the ground. "c'mon, ya can do better than that, man."

osamu clears his throat, trying to regain back the composure (and dignity) he had lost. "your eyes are pretty," he blurts out. "they... sparkle sometimes, and, and you scrunch them up when you laugh."

"i do?" the ghost of an amused smile dances on your lips. "you pay really close attention to me, huh?"

he nods. the nodding stops when your second question registers in his brain. "wait no-"

you laugh, eyes scrunching up, just as osamu had described. he smiles, letting you squeeze his hands. your head falls forward against his chest and he freezes. like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes widen and they immediately search for atsumu's for comfort.

atsumu senses the distress behind his brother’s gaze. shaking his head in disappointment, he claps his hands together. "alright, time's up. y/n, i think they need ya for a fittin'."

your head lifts up, and osamu breathes out the sigh he didn't know he had been holding. he finally drops your hands, letting you leave him and the delighted blond beside him behind. "see you later." you throw a grin over your shoulder before walking away.

osamu watches your figure grow smaller with his heart thumping against his chest. "ya owe me." atsumu pats his back. "ya owe me so bad. wait 'til suna hears about this."

osamu wishes he was born an only child.

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❝ WHITE LABELS. ❞

— how you stuck a label on ushijima's hand because you should always put a label on what's yours.

⊱┊pairing. ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader ⊱┊tags. fluff, established relationship, set in high school ⊱┊wc. 0.8k ⊱┊note. i am so bad at synopses.. anyways happy late birthday loml @luvnami stay sexy

chemistry has never been your favorite subject.

the empty beakers and erlenmeyer flasks lay in the tray before you, and you uninterestedly watch the water droplets roll off the glass from being freshly washed. your chemistry teacher is near the whiteboard, holding a black erasable marker as she drones on about the previous experiment. she doesn’t notice how most of the students are either staring blankly at their books or giggling with their backs facing the teacher. clicking your tongue, you rest your chin on the hard surface of the table while you mindlessly scrawl over the last page of your notebook.

unlike you, ushijima sits with his back straighter than a ruler and olive eyes that are staring straight ahead. to those unfamiliar with him and his behavior, they might think that he’s paying close attention to what the teacher’s saying, but he’s really just heavily invested in the characters taped onto the wall around the whiteboard. apparently their designs are based on the periodic table element, and despite his limited understanding of the subject, he’s intrigued.

a silent ‘ow’ brings his attention to you; who’s currently rubbing their knee after accidentally bumping it against the edge of the table. ushijima furrows his eyebrows in concern. “are you okay?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“i’m okay.” you grin at him before returning to your doodles.

ushijima peeks over your notebook, expecting chemical equations and diagrams, but instead he catches a glimpse of a few stick figures. there’s one that’s particularly tall and is surrounded by cotton balls with wonky faces on them. are those… dogs? he has no clue. “what are you doing?”

“drawing.” you spare him a glance and smile in amusement when you see him observe your doodles with full curiosity. “this one…” you point to the stick figure surrounded by cotton balls. “is you at the dog café yesterday.”

so those were dogs. “cute,” he comments. “which one’s you?”

“this one over here.” you point the tip of your pencil to the stick man sitting down near a big cotton ball. he’s assuming it’s the chow chow who didn’t want to leave you alone. the chow chow who stole his date. he frowns at the drawing. “i miss jennifer pawrence. she was adorable,” you sigh dreamily.

ushijima frowns again. he thinks jennifer pawrence is a weird name for a chow chow. or maybe he’s just biased because he’s jealous the dog stole his date. changing the subject, he says, “i thought you were paying attention.”

“of course not.” you prop yourself up and close your notebook. “class is almost over anyways.”

ushijima watches as you gather your chemistry books and shove them neatly into your backpack. “you’re cleaning up already?”

“there’s one more minute left in class.” you shrug, dropping your mechanical pencil into your pencil case. he recognizes it as the same pencil that he found in an empty classroom. the label with your name on it was hard to miss, and returning it gave him a chance to speak to you alone for the first time. “can you hand me my label stickers?”

he gathers the scattered label sticker paper and hand them to you wordlessly.

“shouldn’t have brought this many. mrs. nakamura didn’t even need us to label the test tubes. what a waste.” you sigh. with your hands loosely holding the stack, you tap one side against the surface to align the edges. and out of nowhere, a mischievous grin appears on your face while you quickly snatch your favorite pencil from its case and write something onto one of the white labels.

“what are you doing?”

you stay silent as you press the sticky label on the back of his hand. ushijima tilts his head in wonder and continues to read the label. your name is written in capital letters with a small decorative heart at the end.

“what’s this supposed to mean?”

“think about it, toshi!” you smile at your finished work. ushijima marvels at how smooth the tips of your fingers compared to his are as you smooth over the label on the back of his hand.

he cocks an eyebrow in confusion.

“i’m putting a label on what’s mine.” you grin before finally regathering the label paper in front of you to put them back into the plastic sheet.

yours.

ushijima stands frozen in his spot. the bell rings, signifying the end of class. it takes a moment for your words to register in his brain, and blood rushes to his cheeks as fast as his classmates are scurrying out of the lab.

“you coming?” your voice shakes him out of his trance. noting how you’re slightly avoiding his gaze, and how your fingers toy with the hem of your lab coat, he wonders if there's a chance that maybe your nonchalance is all just a facade.

your words are still ringing in his ears as he nods. the corner of his lips quirk upwards when he grabs his bag and takes your hand in his.

yours.

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❝ ONIGIRI MIYA EXPRESS. ❞

— as your daughters serve you food at a mock up of onigiri miya, you and osamu fall back in love all over again.

⊱┊pairing. miya osamu x gn!reader ⊱┊tags. fluff, timeskip spoilers (osamu and akaashi), you and osamu are married with two daughters (unclear whether biological or adopted), food mention ⊱┊wc. 1.3k ⊱┊note. um.... baby fever... yeah. also thank you @luvnami for beta-ing ily. also for reference he looks like this after work 😞 hot

it’s uncharacteristically quiet in the miya household. instead of the usual giggles and wholesome, curious conversations, the low buzzing of the air conditioner keeps you company. you squint at your laptop screen, ignoring how the bright light glaring back has been contributing to your minor headache. the words start to blur together the more you force yourself to read and you don’t even notice the click of the door lock at the entrance.

familiar padded footsteps draw near, and osamu places a kiss on your crown before moving to place his bag on the table. “still working?”

you nod with a sigh. you finally let your eyes stray away from the screen, to where your husband is taking his cap off and brushing his dark hair back with his deft fingers. the onigiri miya logo lays proudly on the left side of his chest as he smooths down the wrinkles on his black t-shirt.

osamu catches your tired eyes staring before you look back to your laptop. "s'getting late. ya should get some rest." he walks to the spot behind your chair and you let his hands rest on your stiff shoulders, rubbing them to ease the tension there.

when he leans forward, your head falls to rest on his shoulder. "i know." your husband scans the endless paragraphs in front of you while you continue. "i just need to read over it again since akaashi is expecting me to send him this before tomorrow."

"well, ya can read over it again tomorrow mornin'."

you hum, eyes closing in content when osamu presses another gentle kiss to your temple. "where are the kids?" he asks, voice low enough to give rise to goosebumps on your neck.

"upstairs. i told kanako to play with her sister a bit since i'm busy."

"really?" you chuckle at the surprise laced in his tone.

both of you have spent hours scolding kanako for leaving out keiko—the former has been leaving out and ignoring her 5-year-old sister the past few weeks, leaving keiko to cling on to your leg for the whole day. the familiarity in their behavior is undeniable once you see your husband, brother in law, and kids in the living room playing uno one night. you shake your head at the memory.

"are you doubting my kids?"

he catches your lazy grin and presses soft kisses to your forehead. "our kids."

"hmm... is that a yes?"

osamu pauses for a moment. "maybe."

you laugh softly before kissing his cheek. "do you wanna go and check on them?"

"i think we should." osamu offers you his hand, helping you rise up your seat and finally stretch your legs out.

his palm hovers over the small of your back as both of you walk upstairs to your children's sanctuary, where muffled talking is heard from beyond the closed door. osamu places a few gentle knocks to the door before asking, "can we come in?"

you can't hide the fond smile on your face when you overhear a high-pitched squeal and someone shushing them. the door creaks open, only to reveal kanako with keiko in tow, both with wide grins on their faces.

"papa!" keiko runs towards her dad, and osamu effortlessly catches her in his arms once she jumps. "missed ya!" the small hint of kansai dialect she picked up from her dad and uncles makes osamu grin.

"missed ya too, baby." osamu nuzzles her cheek, making her giggle.

"keiko! you're forgettin' somethin'!" kanako scolds her while she lets you brush away the baby hairs from sticking onto her forehead.

"oh right!"

what comes next surprises both of you. keiko squirms in osamu's arm, begging for him to let her down. when he does, she and her sister scramble over the opposite side of the room and unrolls a large sheet of paper.

"welcome to onigiri miya express!" both of them yell in unison, the apples of their cheeks more prominent than ever.

the proud smile that crept up osamu's face is priceless; you watch the lines of crow's feet at the corners of his eyes get deeper as the corner of his lips tug upwards. kanako doesn't wait for you to process everything, instead she grabs both of you by the wrists and drags you to the mini table and chairs they have set up beforehand.

you take a seat, folding your legs in a way that it won't topple the table over. "what's all this for?" looking over to osamu, you stifle a laugh when you see the way this six foot something adult man is awkwardly positioned on top of a light blue miniature chair.

"for yer anniversary!" kanako grins while her sister serves you platters of assorted candy.

it takes a moment for their words to register in your brain. you and osamu share a look, and you see in his eyes that he's just as lost as you.

"our what now?" you blink.

"anniversary!" kanako repeats herself, letting her sister parrot her and failing to pronounce the same word.

"it's... today?" the guilt seeps through his voice as osamu talks.

"papa! yer so silly!" kanako giggles. keiko looks confused as to what her sister's giggling about, but she giggles along with her anyway. "it's marked on the calendar, remember? that's why we're surprising ya with this!"

you're unable to fight back the smile on your face, touched that they planned and thought of this themselves. osamu looks over to you, the apologetic look in his eyes as clear as day. "'m sorry. it completely slipped my mind." he reaches over and takes your hand in his. you marvel at the way his hand completely envelops yours, and the way the lighting hits the gold band around his ring finger.

"no, it's okay. i forgot that it was today, too." you squeeze his hand back, chuckling to yourself.

tilting her head, kanako comes up to you. "what're ya talking about?" you pull her onto your lap with a kiss on her cheek.

"nothing, baby." you reply before keiko waddles over, demanding your attention by clambering onto your lap. you welcome her and balance the two on top of your thighs. she lets out a giggle when you plant a kiss on her cheek.

"try it, papa!" keiko exclaims when she watches osamu eye the gummy worms on his plate.

after plopping a red one into his mouth, he scratches his chin as he ponders on his review. "i'll give this..." keiko bounces on your lap in anticipation. "a ten out of ten."

now squealing, she hops off your lap and runs over to osamu's open arms, where she's greeted with another kiss to her cheek. “thank you, keiko.” he chuckles when he hears kanako grumble under her breath. “you too, kanako.” she tries not to grin, but you catch the glint of her baby teeth before she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck.

“are you gonna share your toys with keiko more often now?”

she pulls back from you at lightning speed, and you instantly keep a steady hand on her back before she manages to fall backwards. “no!” she exclaims with a horrified look on her face. you glance at keiko, who’s peacefully munching on a strawberry pocky stick without a care in the world. “uncle atsumu doesn’t share either!”

startled, you watch as osamu’s eyes widen at her exclamation. “i told you he’s a bad influence.”

you snort. “that’s rich coming from the same guy that cursed in front of his daughters.”

“that was a slip-up!”

vocabulary !

the name kanako (加奈子) means child of great blessings. osamu asked you to consider this name because his mom was going to name her daughter that (but she ended up with an annoying pair of male twins... sigh).

keiko (宮慶子) means happy child. kanako used to keep you up at night with her crying and so you think naming her sister this would bring her as much joy as it did you and osamu.

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❝ PHONE GREETINGS. ❞

— how a phone greeting fueled kuroo's dreams of his future with you.

⊱┊pairing. kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader ⊱┊tags. fluff, kuroo’s sister makes an appearance, a suggestive joke made by kuroo ⊱┊wc. 0.9k ⊱┊note. @kurooskult happy belated birthday <3 im so sorry this is late ive been running on half a brain cell hehehe but i hope you like this!!! also there's more notes about kuroo's sister at the end if ur curious :> ALSOOO thank you @vhskenma for beta-ing kithes you

"are the carrots ready to go?"

your head whips in the direction of the raven-haired lady standing before the stove, one hand resting on her hip and the other gripping a wok handle. kuroo akari is the spitting image of her younger brother, with her narrow hazel eyes and red painted lips that seem to curve constantly into a sly smirk, especially in the presence of her brother.

"yeah." you look back to the cutting board, the color of fresh orange carrots and green cabbage leaves contrasting with the bamboo wood. "are they thin enough?"

akari squints in your direction. "i... think so."

you snort. "i thought you were the professional one here," you tease, walking over to the stove, the waft of sauteéd garlic filling your sense of smell the closer you draw near.

"i am!" she huffs. she moves back to her original spot once you pour the rest of the vegetables into the wok. "tetsuro learned from the best."

she clicks her tongue and sends a wink in your direction. "sure," you say with a small laugh, aware of the truth behind her words despite the playfulness in her tone. on the few occasions where your boyfriend has cooked for you, there's never been a single dish that didn't exceed your expectations. although you'll never admit it to his face, you have to acknowledge that kuroo tetsuro is in fact quite exceptional at cooking, all thanks to his sister.

"oh, and by the way," akira tosses the ingredients, colors flying up into the air before landing back safely on the wok. "have i ever shown you pictures from his tenth birthday party?"

although it hasn't been a while since she last showed you kuroo's baby pictures, your mind draws a blank. "i don't think so. why?" you say with a shake of your head.

"he had this... i don't know... this phase, i guess?" she pauses. "he insisted on growing out his hair. had hair covering half of his face-" akira motions wildly, almost knocking over the assortment of kitchen tools she had near the stovetop.

both of you erupt into hysterics as she continues to describe how ten-year-old kuroo looked, with long, messy black hair and his newfound obsession with horror video game characters, eternally captured in a few photographs. you're never letting him live this down.

the laughter that bounces off the kitchen walls is short-lived, interrupted by the familiar ring of the house telephone.

after catching her breath, akira says, "can you get that for me, bub?"

you nod. with the grin still left over on your face, you promptly brush your hands against the front of your apron before taking the phone call.

"hello? this is the kuroo residence," you greet.

a few seconds of silence pass. "hello?"

there is some rustling before the person on the other end speaks up. "can you say that again?" you easily deduce that the unidentified caller is your boyfriend, recognizing the all-too-familiar signature cadence to his words and pitch.

"why?" you find it pointless to fight back the smile creeping onto your face.

"just do it."

confused, you repeat your greeting nonetheless. "hello, this is the kuroo residence-"

you overhear strange noises and some more rustling, eliciting further confusion on your part. "what-"

"can you sound a little more like a newlywed?" you can practically hear the cheshire cat ]grin on his face, but it takes a moment for his words to sink in.

"tetsu, i-" you fail to form a coherent sentence as warmth spreads from your chest to the roots of your hair.

"oh, is it tetsuro?" akari chimes in loud enough for kuroo to hear. too engrossed in pouring the stir fry vegetables onto a dish, she doesn't notice the way you're hiding your face in your free hand.

"yeah, it is." your words come out muffled.

"tell him to bring home some beer! he'll have his favorite for dinner," she calls out in a sing-song voice. you watch her set the used cooking utensils into the sink through the gaps in between your fingers.

"you-" you take your hand off your face and clear your throat, still flustered by his earlier request. "you heard that, right?"

"yeah, i didn't know i'll be having you for dinner-"

"tetsu!" you cover the phone speakers and look at akira in fear that his sister might hear. once you notice that she's far too preoccupied with scrubbing the utensils clean, you let out a relieved sigh.

"kidding, i'm kidding. i'll be home soon." he still sounds like he's grinning. smirking, possibly. "you know, someday you're only allowed to answer phone calls that way-"

you shake your head, smiling to yourself. "already thinking that far ahead, huh?"

"always," says kuroo with a chuckle.

you roll your eyes playfully. "you're so cheesy."

"only for you.”

"whatever." after turning off the faucet, akari catches you with a dopey, lovesick grin on your face as you twirl the phone cord between your fingers. she smirks when you notice her staring, mouthing 'lovebirds', before going back to doing the dishes. you avoid her gaze before it adds more heat to your face. "hurry up and go home. salted mackerel pike is waiting for you."

"alright."

just as you were about to hang up the phone, kuroo speaks up again. "wait, actually, kuroo y/n has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

you pinch the bridge of your nose, embarrassed and frustrated at the same time. "goodbye, tetsu-"

"ask akira maybe?"

"-love you."

"or maybe i can take your last name-"

you hang up, leaving kuroo chuckling on his own in the convenience store aisles.

vocabulary !

kuroo akira (黒尾明) is kuroo’s older sister, with the name akira meaning bright/light. i chose that name because she’s the light of kuroo’s life which is cheesy as hell but it’s true <3 special thanks to @kageyuji for helping me decide :D

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