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missuga · 1 year

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French Toast — Kuroo Tetsurou

+ established relationship, living together,

Early mornings with Kuroo are never predictable.

Sometimes, you have to force him awake even though he set himself thirteen alarms because he swore he’d wake up to them. Other times you’d wake up to his head tucked neatly under your chin an arm draped across your torso as he mindlessly traced shapes into your skin.

This morning, however, his side of the bed was empty. That was unusual.

“Tetsurou?” Your voice was laced with a groggy undertone as you yawned out his name. It was a bit earlier than he had planned to get up and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to leave your bed quite yet, it was warm and you were far more comfortable than you had been last night. Getting out now meant you had to start your day, and you were going to enjoy every extra minute of resy you could.

“One sec!” His reply camed rushed and muffled from the kitchen, and then you finally registered the warm scent of fresh coffee drifting into your bedroom. There was something else mingling with the bitter smell, you swore it was cinnamon.

“What are you doing?” You mused, rolling over on your side trying to peak out of the hallway a little more from your vantage point on the bed. It didn’t really work. “Why does it smell like you’re cooking something-”

You were cut off when a loud string of curses flooded the kitchen, and you had to stop the laughter from bubbling out of your chest. It was only a second later when a harsh burnt odor rushed into your room covering up every other homey smell that you’d been enjoying.

“Damn it.” Kuroo’s obvious frusrtration was almost funny, and you probably would’ve laughed now but you were more curious to see what he was messing up.

Pulling a blanket over your shoulders you pushed of the bed towards the kitchen. The first thing you noticed was the two cups of coffee set nicely on the table, then you saw the two plates set up for something.

Kuroo stood at the stove one hand on his hip and the other fiddling with something in the pan.

“What’re you makin?” You hummed as you wrapped your arms around his waist, trying to peak around his broad shoulders. That’s when you found the source of the burnt aroma, in the pan there was something that looked like french toast.

“God, you scared me.” He let out a short breath as he twisted around to look at you, a smile immediatly covering up any sort of pout from ruining what he was cooking. “Morning.”

“Morning.” You leaned up and pressed your lips to his and he slowly responded, turning his attention away from the stove to you for longer than he meant to. You had to pull back first, staying close enough to where your breath lingered on his lips. “You’re going to burn that even more.”

“Shoot, you’re right.” He looked back to the pan, pulling out whatever was salvagable and adding it to the small plate of french toast that he’d already cooked.

As you looked through the plate it seemed that almost every piece was at aleast a little bit burnt.

“This was harder than I thought.” Kuroo said softly staring at the food as well.

“How come you’re making french toast this early?”

“Remember last night when you said you were craving it from that one brunch spot we used to go to?” He answered and his voice picked up an excited edge as he spoke. “I found a recipe online for it but as you can see it didn’t turn out right.”

“I don’t know, it still looks pretty good to me.” Your chest felt warm from his answer, he was so stupidly thoughtful at times you couldn’t help but adore him even more. “Give me a piece, I want to try it.”

He tore of a piece that didn’t seem to be too burnt and offered it to you, raising an eyebrow slightly when you didn’t take it.

“I’m too warm, I don’t want to stop hugging you.” You responded hoping he’d get what you were trying to say, the soft silence from him was your answer though. “Feed it to me.”

“Oh my god, okay.” He laughed and you could feel his chest shaking slightly. He dropped the small piece in your mouth quickly, faking being scared you’d bite him. “Hows it taste?”

“You did pretty good!” To say you were suprised was an understatment, despite the appearance of the french toast it tasted amazing, so similar to the one from the restuarant. “Okay, give me another piece.”

“No, feed yourself.” He laughed again when he saw the expression you gave him.

“Rude.” You muttered and pressed your face into his shoulder trying to savor the warmth coming from him. “Did you make me coffee too?”

“Mhm, I didn’t burnt that at least.” He wrapped his arms around you now, resting his chin on your head slightly. Mornings like this were so nice, and you didn’t to share them that often with your class schedules.

“I’d hope not.” You sighed softly after seeing the time. “Let’s eat, even though all I can smell now is burnt food, it’s making me hungry.”

Kuroo rolled his eyes at your comment, moving away from your hold to set up the food at the table with the coffee.

“What are you doing?” He asked once you pulled out your phone as you started taking pictures of the food that sat in front of you.

“I’m sending this to Kenma. He’d love to see how great of a chef you are.”

“I am never cooking for you again.” Kuroo muttered despite the smile pulling his lips up, that was a lie and both of you knew it.

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mae-gi-writes · 2 years

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TO BE GROWN UP . KUROO TETSUROU 🌱

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“Is it weird that we don’t have many friends?”

Kuroo looks up at you from his spot on the ground. He’s leaning against the couch, legs sprawled out in front of him and golden eyes blinking at you with sleepy confusion. It’s eleven at night and you’re currently waiting for the brownies to finish baking in the oven. Needless to say, the flat smells amazingly of chocolate and sweetness.

“Define ‘many’,” he says.

It’s not uncommon for you to sometimes get stuck in your head, your thoughts. You find that disadvantageous, especially when you go down this rabbit hole that you can’t escape so easily. For an overthinker like you, you could go round and round in circles, never finding the right answer to your question while slowly realizing that the world, the more you think about it, is a sad and desolate place to live in.

You can’t help it. It sucks.

“I mean you have Kenma, Bokuto and the rest of your volleyball team,” you pillow your head against the edge of your couch, your murmur ringing out in the silence apart from the tv playing distantly in the background, “I only hang out with Yachi. And that’s on a good week. Usually, I don’t see anyone apart from you.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

He turns towards you then, one hand going up to rest on the edge of the couch so that he can pillow his head against his hand, “okay, what’s with all those questions? What’s got your brain brewing?” He says it with a smile that sends comforting running along your spine. It’s not everyday you find someone who can tolerate your weird impishness like Kuroo does. You love him all the more for that.

“I just—I see all these people you know, trying to socialize and stuff,” you can’t stop your hands from fidgeting with the throw blanket that you’d initially buried into half an hour ago before the movie started, “and I just wonder— am I weird? Are we weird? We hang out with each other, but—that’s just because we’re used to each other. It doesn’t count as socializing. And I don’t know, I feel like I’m missing out on stuff.”

Kuroo is quiet for a moment, probably pondering over your question (or trying to avoid it for fear that this conversation might go on forever, who knows?). He shifts, one of his arms reaching for your hand as he grasps it gently, cups it in his huge palm. His thumb runs along your outer knuckle and your body automatically sighs, relaxing into his hold.

“I don’t think it’s weird,” he murmurs, his face open yet serious, “I think it’s completely normal.”

“But what about the rest of the world who’s out having fun while we—“ you motion towards the tv, “—we waste our time watching tv?”

“You call that a waste of time?” He fakes a gasp and mockingly puts a hand over his chest, “wow Y/N. How cruel of you--"

“Oh you know what I mean,” you huff, though not pulling away from him in favour of savouring his warmth just a little longer, "we don't do stuff. We come home, watch tv, eat, sleep. And we do the same thing. Over and over again."

"Is that a bad thing?" He cocks his head.

"No, but--oh I don't know anymore," you groan before leaning back against the couch with an exasperated sigh, "it's like-- we're disconnected from everyone else. I like it. I do. It's just--I can't help but wonder...you know?"

Kuroo hums in agreement and out of habit, your other hand trails through his locks absentmindedly. You caress the back of his scalp and he leans into your touch unconsciously, warm breaths hitting your bare legs.

"So you're scared you might be missing out," Kuroo finally says after a short silence.

"Kind of. Yeah." A pause. "That's embarrassing to admit."

"Well, there's nothing wrong about that," his hand moves from yours to grasp your fingers tenderly, "I think disconnecting with people is normal. You grow up and you have different interests. It's normal you're going to drift away and move on, lose friendships here and there."

"But that's so sad."

"It is."

You mull over Kuroo's words, wonder whether that's the answer you were looking for. It comforts you just a little that you're not the only one that thinks it's okay to be alone.

"You say I'm close to Kenma and the boys," Kuroo's voice brings you back to the present, "but I haven't seen them in over a month."

You blink, "really?"

"Yeah. Kenma's doing things for his channel. The boys, well, we all work. The only time we meet is during volleyball, and that's not every week."

Huh. You'd think Kuroo would see them more often than that. It comes as a surprise.

"So yeah, you're not the only one who's losing friends and growing up," he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles, "I am too. We all are."

Your lips curl up at the edges, "yeah, I guess so."

"You know what though?" Kuroo's smile widens into a grin, one that he sports every time he's about to be mischievous, "I hang out with you a lot. That's more than enough for me."

"Oh shut up," you can't help but color with embarrassment, "you're just saying that--"

"I'm not though."

The way his eyes lock on yours causes a shiver to run up your spine. You want to look away but decide otherwise.

For there's a certain tenderness, a loving affection in those golden pupils.

"I'm not just saying that to be nice. I like spending time with you. That's enough for me, honestly."

There’s a smile that’s threatening to burst out of your lips, but you try and settle for a small smirk as you hit his arm playfully, “smooth talker.”

“This is what I get, after professing my love to you?” Kuroo shakes his head before he sighs in a manner so dramatic you wonder briefly whether he should’ve graduated with Theatre instead of Bio-Chem, “how awfully rude of you, Y/N—“

He yelps when you suddenly throw yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck with such force he almost topples to the ground. His hands find purchase onto the floor as you bury your nose into the depths of his neck, smiling secretly when he yells out your name in surprise, “what the—you can’t tackle me out of the blue like that, you dwarf.”

“Who’re you calling a dwarf?” Your fingers inch under his arms without warning.

Kuroo yelps with an even girlish peal, laughter threatening to splutter from his lips, “don’t—“

“Oh yeah?” Your fingers itch even higher as he howls, struggles to hold in his breaths long enough to say, “okay okay! Yes, your majesty—queen—whatever your heart desires.”

“Thank you, that’s better,” your fingers retract like kitten claws before you settle atop his chest. His arms wrap around you out of pure instinct and for a moment, you cuddle into him in silence, relishing in the way his heart beats in rhythm to yours. It’s so loud, yet so deep and strong. It makes you feel safe, like you’re right at home.

Almost impulsively, you nuzzle even closer, “I like spending time with you too,” your whisper is barely audible as it brushes the side of his neck, “and you should probably take that as a compliment, considering I don’t like people in general.”

“That’s a pretty bold statement,” Kuroo’s fingers are carding absentmindedly through your long strands. His lips follow with a kiss along your temple, “but I’ll take it.”

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kaveehs · 1 year

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Holiday Gift — Kuroo Tetsurou

fem!reader, wc ≈ 0.4k, fluff, mention of christmas

synopsis: you wake up to find kuroo presenting your best gift, what will it be?

a/n: ik christmas literally JUST PASSED but i got this idea only after the fact </3 but i still followed through with it because it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. happy holidays!! <3

“Tetsurou, why are you tied to a chair,” you gawked at your boyfriend who had somehow managed to tie himself up with red ribbon.

“I’m glad you asked, Merry Christmas,” he shouted out in a sing-songy tone. Kuroo’s as festive as ever, adorned with a red santa hat, red flannel pajama pants, perfectly paired with his reindeer slippers. Just looking at him, you felt underdressed in your black tank top and pajama shorts that had matched his.

“Merry.. Christmas? That doesn’t answer my question though,” you were still confused on what prompted such an action from him. You glanced over to the presents under the tree and back to him. “When did you find the time to do this?”

“Well, I didn’t want to wake you. And I had to give my pretty girl the best present of them all first thing in the morning.” A cheeky smile stuck to your boyfriend’s face while you stayed put. You could tell he was waiting for you to unwrap him, but you were still attempting to process it all. You laughed, crossing your arms while you saw Kuroo’s smile drop into a concerned expression.

“You don’t like your gift? I thought it was perfect for you,” you rolled your eyes at his blatant teasing. “I know it’s the perfect gift for you. Something you must’ve been aching to receive in the morning, am i right?”

“You’re unbelievable, Tetsu. You never fail to surprise me,” you snickered, walking towards the chair. It was then you noticed there was a stack of notecards in his lap. “Free Hugs and Kisses for my Lover Girl,” you read the first card you saw while picking it up. It was clipped together with a metal ring. You slowly flipped through all the cards, seeing they consisted of redeemable hugs and kisses for various occasions— one for bad days, one for good days, and so many of them in his words ‘just because I love you’.

Kuroo looked up at you smittenly. He always tended to look at you with such genuine adoration, but there was something different about it today. His expression was soft yet proud all at once. “So, what do you think,” he attempted to relax in the chair, however he couldn’t hide how red his face had been. “Does it meet your expectations?”

“When can I redeem my first one,” you asked, holding the stack open to the card that says ‘A hug and kiss as soon as you receive this.’

“As soon as you untie me, pretty girl.”

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koukamisstuff · 2 years

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Haikyuu Scenarios 🗣️🎶

Scenario: Singing a song but they think it's about them

Characters: Iwazumi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Osamu, Kenji

Genre: fluff, romance, humor

WARNING: Slightly suggestive😈

Koukami Series: Scenarios 🎟

REQUEST ARE OPEN😊

♡Iwaizumi Hajime ♡Kuroo Tetsuro

♡Oikawa Tōru ♡Osamu Miya ♡Futakuchi Kenji

Masterlist - Other Characters *pending request*

Author's Note: Hey everyone, I hope you enjoy this scenario. It's been in my drafts for a while and I wanted to release it just for fun. This is inspired but a TikTok trend where your s/o sings a song and their partner is wondering who they're singing about.

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Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the Haikyuu characters or the artwork used. I fully credit those who deserve the amazing works provided throughout my stories. I also don't own the images used and the credit belongs to those who have taken them.

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wake-uptoreality · 1 year

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you feel embarrassed. The dress you are wearing is too revealing and you are scared other guys would hit you up. You want to change it, but he stops you by grabbing your waist from behind and murmuring in your ear "so? Let them, that's all they can do because unlike they won't be the one taking that dress off tonight".

-> atsumus, KUROO, OIKAWA, kenma, SAKUSA, kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, suna.

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makkir0ll · 18 days

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"you have really long eyelashes"

it catches him off guard. you guys are just laying in your bed scrolling on your own phones. he didn't even feel you staring at him. how long have you been looking?

"thanks?" he replies

"no i mean seriously like drop the lash serum." you joke at him as you continue to observe him.

they're long and thick. the kind of lashes that have a natural curl, unlike yours, that fall straight down and take several minutes to curl to your perfect liking. not to mention the layers of mascara you apply to get them to even remotely look like his.

he turns his head to you and you don't miss his dilated pupils as his eyes bore into yours. you take note of how the lashes perfectly frame his eyes. and you're so jealous.

but then an idea pops into your head, you smile to yourself and he senses it coming.

"can i-"

"no" he cuts you off.

"babe please you don't even know what i was about to say!" you grab onto his shoulder as you plead.

"whatever it is im sure it's going to be bad." he retorts, turning his face away from you and going back on his phone.

"i'll buy you you're favorite food."

and that's how you end up here on his lap with your mascara in your hand. his hair is pushed back as his hands rest on your hips, drawing small circles as he awaits your actions.

you open the bottle with the black liquid and bring the wand close to his eyes. "don't move" you whisper and he listens. mainly because he's scared that you're going to poke his eye out as you bring the wand to the base of his eyelashes and wiggle it slowly before moving it up to coat the length of the lashes. some of the mascara gets on his eyelids. you repeat the actions on the other eye before going back and doing a second coat. you can tell that he might be slightly nervous that you're going to blind him with the way he holds his breath and the grip he has on your hips get ever so slightly tighter.

you move yourself off his lap and he goes to grab his phone so he can see what he looks like.

"wait no not yet, i'm still not done" you say as you go and grab ur q-tips and micellar water.

"still?"

"yes still, i need to clean up the mascara on your eyelids," you say as you place yourself back on his lap. you open the bottle of micellar water and carefully put the clear liquid on the q-tip. you bring the white stick of cotton to his eyes and you tell him to close them. he feels the wet cotton and it's a weird feeling. you watch the q-tip turn darker the more mascara you wipe off.

"okay i'm done!" you say and he opens his eyes and you don't think he's ever looked more majestic. his already long lashes looking even longer and bolder now that he has the mascara to bring them out. you notice that the color of his eyes pop more. "you look so pretty" you smile as lean in to pepper kisses along his face. his cheeks feel warm and he can already tell that they're probably red.

he reaches over to his phone and opens the camera app and switches the camera so he can see himself. and he immediatly notices the stark difference in his eyes with the mascara. he brings his fingers to his lashes to touch them. it feels weird and his eyes kind of feel weighed down. but he has no regrets when he sees you smiling at him so fondly.

"they look nice." he smiles at you, dropping his phone to the side.

"i know right, ugh im so jealous i wish i had your lashes. all my problems would be solved." you say, thinking about the long and excruciating lash routine you perform every morning.

"all of them?"

"yes, all of them."

he chuckles at your words. "alright, but can you take it off now, it feels weird." he says, hands coming to touch his lashes again. you pout as you grab the micellar water you put away and a cotton pad and remove the mascara from his eyelashes, being gentle so that he doesn't lose a few. he appreciates the action. and maybe he would let you put more than just mascara on his face another day.

KAGEYAMA (has the best lashes argue with the wall), suna, tsukishima (genuinely terrified that you're going to make him go blind), OSAMU, kuroo, MATSUKAWA MY LOVE, iwaizumi, OIKAWA (he would eat that shit up), akaashi, kenma, +ur fav.

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sunaluv · 1 year

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more "come get your man"❗❗ with some more haikyuu boys maybe but honestly? whoever you want 🙏

i got u 😉

part 1 here

pairings: osamu, atsumu, kuroo

OSAMU

onigiri miya was due to close in the next two minutes. you watched your boyfriend close up the counter from your spot on the stool. you liked sitting in when his shop was empty like this, it felt kinda…domestic.

it triggered your thoughts on the future with the hotter twin (in your opinion), you could see yourself walking down the alter to meet him, eating on the floors of your unfurnished home, him standing behind you whilst you rocked your child to sleep—

“hey samu what should i do with these!” you almost rolled your eyes at the voice shouting from the kitchen.

osamu had explained to you how he hired one of his friends from high school to work for him as a favour. she had just finished getting her degree and was looking for work in the area.

you didn’t mind, you were secure in your relationship so there was no reason to be pissed. that was until you had met her and introduced yourself to her as his girlfriend. like a switch had flipped, she instantly started to openly show her hatred for you behind sugar coated insults and not so subtle faces she made only when your boyfriend was out of sight.

you watched osamu’s chest expand in a deep breath. he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair before flipping his cap back on, pecking your temple before heading to the back. “i’ll go see what she wants then we’ll leave, ‘kay?”

you nodded and packed your bag, leaving your space clear and waiting by the counter for your man.

a whole five minutes had passed. you haven’t heard anything which was a sign that you should go investigate, given that girls record.

“…i thought we had a rule for customers showing up before closing time.” a hushed voice whispered.

“we do, there’s no customers here.”

“so who’s still sat out front, you always do this sam—”

ahem.

two faces looked to your spot at the door opening. one looking guilty, one relieved.

“you ready to go samu?” you asked sweetly. “it’s been five minutes and it’s movie night, you know i’m dying to catch up on our franchise.” you not so subtly bragged.

he breathed out through a chuckle. “of course baby, sorry for the hold up. i’m done here anyways.” he walked towards you, missing the dropped jaw of his employee.

you wrapped your arm around his waist before you left, not before smirking at the red-faced girl who was shaking in anger? sadness? embarrassment? you didn’t care.

your shoulders dropped at the chime of the bell followed by the nights breeze as you began your comfortably silent walk home.

“you’re cute when you stake your claim on me ya know?” osamu flicked your forehead.

“shaddap.” you retorted. “if she doesn’t understand boundaries i’ll set them.”

ATSUMU

atsumu was a textbook example of a frat boy. the parties, the girls, the popularity, the girls.

the only stereotype he’s not playing into is dating the leader of the girls sorority house, and some people felt like he’s doing it all wrong.

“omg hi! welcome to—” the cheery voice dripped upon seeing you at the door. “the boys house, who do you know here?”

the girl you recognised as the sorority house leader shamelessly eyes you up and down, twirling the ends of her blonde hair.

if she was here, the rest of the girls were too. they did everything as a culty pack: traveling, partying and even dating. you always thought it was weird how they were all paired with a frat boy, but you never said anything. maybe to them at least.

they obviously hated you for being a rock in their river.

“i’m here for atsumu,” your brow quirked.

her face hardened before plastering into a plastic smile.

“sorry ya just missed him! maybe if you go to—”

“BABY IS THAT YOU!?” a loud, excited voice belonging to your boyfriend shouted.

looking over her shoulder, you watched his blonde locks fly with the wind as he shoved past the girl who let out a disheartened gasp, and picked you up before picking you up and twirling you around.

“i missed you so much,” his soft lips continuously pressed against your face before pouring all his emotion into one last kiss on your lips.

“i missed you too tsum,” you giggled “i was only gone a week though.”

“a week to long! come i have so much to catch you up on.”

again ignoring the fuming girl who had watched the whole interaction, he damn near dragged you up the stairs past all his frat bros who you made sure to shout a greeting at as you passed.

you could hear the rest of the girls from the sorority comforting the girl who was now crying, talkin bout ‘he’ll come around, you two are destined to be together. but you didn’t care, you knew atsumu knew about his rep as a frat bro and he has explained to you about how much he doesn’t care about the ‘dumb stereotypes’ and ‘he likes what he likes, and thats you’.

“you know she likes you right?”

“does she, i thought the only reason she wants me that bad is so their matchup can be completed…”

“that’s part of it, but i feel like she genuinely likes you…” you trailed.

“hey, hey,” he held your cheeks tuning your focus on him. “i don’t care about all that okay? i’m yours and yours alone”

you nodded, placing your hands over his.

“now,” he pulled out his phone going straight to the photos app “let me show ya all you’ve missed.”

KUROO

“tetsuro stopppp,” the girl who had been partnered with your boyfriend for a science project whacked his arm playfully. “omg girl tell your boyfriend to stop.”

you looked at her, then him, then back at her. “stop being a bitch tetsuro.” you played into her antics, drawing out his name like she did.

“not like that, you don’t need to be mean. it was literally a joke.” she mumbled.

kuroo’s eyes met your rolling ones across the table as he shrugged.

“so what are you guys doing after this,” she asked the both of you, but stared at kuroo.

you had explained how you were going to the mall after, so they should probably finish up so you can make it soon.

“you’re going on a date? that’s so cuuuute, there’s actually this really cute place we saw together when—”

“i’ll be right back. toilet.” kuroo stated tensely, sending you an apologetic look as he saw your panicked expression. the both of you knew what her intentions were.

she watched him leave, all the way until the toilet door closed then she turned to you. “can i be real with you a sec, have a heart to heart you know as a fellow sister.”

she didn’t let you respond before she spoke out. “i highkey think tetsu deserves better, he seems really tense around you and i know your dating or whatever but i feel like i could treat him better. i know him.”

woahwoahwoahwhat.

“no.”

“no?”

“no!” you took a deep breath in, before calling her name. “i know you like him, you haven’t even respected me or him enough to hide it. but if you really loved him or knew him, you would know how uncomfortable he feels with you openly flirting with him while he’s in a committed relationship.”

your words hit her like a truck. “you’re not listening to me,” she reached for your hands across the table which you retracted before she could reach. “he needs someone like me, i’m not trying to diss you but you dress kinda bland, your not in many classes together, he doesn’t even talk about you all that often.”

“i do when you overstep, but otherwise i’m just trying to do my work and leave.”

she turned around to see her dear tetsu, arms folded, hurt look on his face. you knew he didn’t like confrontation, so he must have been feeling a strong type of way for him to talk like this.

“tetsu—”

“kuroo.”

“tetsuro,” she stood up placing an arm on his arm which made him step back. “please just come to me, you know we’ll be good together too…”

noticing your boyfriends drastically increased discomfort, you stepped in. “i think you’ve done enough,” you put yourself between the two of them.

wordlessly, you took his larger hand in yours and left the library. after checking up on him, the two of you decided to have a home date instead.

“thanks for stepping in by the way” his voice came out small.

you squeezed his hand. “anything for you tetsu”

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euphoricimagination · 5 months

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𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴-𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵

Feat. Nekoma & Inarizaki -> Part 2 [Aoba Johsai & Fukurodani]

Premise: You had to do something else for a week and a half, leaving the boys alone for that period. Although they told the coaches that they could survive without you, the coaches ask a girl to help them out instead. They weren’t particularly excited, which got worse the more they spent time with her

Nekoma

You arrived later than you expected, just on time for the club, So you didn’t get to see your dear team until much later

When you enter the gym, you see a…strange view

No one in the team was happy

Yaku and Kai didn’t have any expressions on them, Lev was pouting aggressively, Fukunaga had a frown, Yamamoto was mumbling words and Kenma was nowhere to be seen.

The girl that was supposed to replace you for the week was walking besides a very annoyed Kuroo, who was pushing the cart with the balls

Weird, considering that doing that was the basics for being a manager

They were so out of it that none notice the sound of your shoes, weird considering how attentive they are

“Ah Kuroo senpai, thank God you helped me! I’m so small and weak that I wasn’t able to push it over” you heard her say, making you cringe at the sentence

“Yeah, whatever” said a disinteresting Kuroo

And that’s when you confirm that something was really wrong, Kuroo was never this dismissive

“What’s happening? Everything ok?” you asked making Kuroo turn around with a relief smile on

“Oh hi, Kuroo senpai was just helping me since you know, I’m so small and weak” says fluttering her eyes at him

“It’s just pushing the cart. It has wheels on it…” You gave a disbelief look to Kuroo, who just rolls his eyes “it’s not that hard”

“Maybe for someone as big as you it wouldn’t be so difficult!”

That was it for Kuroo, who quickly move to your side giving you a hug

“Well, guess you can leave now that our manager is back. Bye”

"Kuroo-senpai!! Stooop! I can stay here too!” says stomping her feet

The whole commotion cause everyone to look at you, and you swear you heard a collective sigh full of relief

Quickly enough you felt a bunch of arms around you, a bunch of head pats and a ton of screams of your name

Which quickly was interrupted by a loud scream by the girl “KYANMA!!”

You look at the stairs where Kenma was standing shaking slightly with big eyes. The girl tried to get close to him, yelling “They are being mean, Kyanma!” but he just runs away towards you

Yes. Run. He hated her, she was so loud and desperate, Kenma literally couldn’t stand her.

“You’re back” says Kenma hiding behind you, showing more happiness that you ever have seen from him

So happy that he went to hug you tightly, he really missed you

“Anyways, now that our team is finally complete you can leave. Please go out” says Kuroo

“Agh! Fine! I’m way too good for you anyways!”

She sends you a look full of venom, but you didn’t really notice it

After all, you had a clingy Kenma hugging you tightly and the rest of the team waiting for one

Inarizaki

After your small break reached an end you finally were ready to go back to your boys

They were having a small hangout in the Miya household

They tried to be sneaky about it, not wanting to invite the girl that was replacing you

But sadly for them, she somehow knew and crash into them before you could arrive

She’s the first person you see when you enter their house with the spare key they gave you

“Who are you?” she asks with her eyebrow raising

“Ehh…I’m Yn, their manager. You helped them while i was out?” You ask back, confused at her sudden presence

“Yes…I actually think I should be the new manager! After all I play like 17 sports and definitely know more than you about sports. What do you think this is? Cheer? Not like it’s a sport, but whatever” she says with a overconfident smirk

In the meantime the guys that were already in the house starting to appear into the hall, confused at how loud her voice was being

“Anyways! Why don’t you leave? A girl like you probably doesn’t even know a thing about sports! We’re gonna play videogames while you probably just want to paint your nails or whatever!”

“Who says you’re staying?” Atsumu says, frowning

“Ha Ha, you’re so funny Atsumu! Of course I’m staying” she says nervous

“No, you’re not” Osamu adds

“I’m sure we can all hang out tog-” you try to say

“You shut it! I bet you don’t know anything about the sport!” She says to you despite you trying to help her

“Really? You barely even know what we play, you just join because you wanted to see hot guys” a voice behind you says, Suna entering the house as he passes his arm through your shoulders

The girl immediately went pale, stammering the next sentence “well…well, I mean, of course I know!”

“Sure, that's why you asked 'if we knew' the rules of basketball yesterday. Just leave, nobody wants you here anyway”

She scoffs annoyed, looking at the rest of the team as if asking for help, which she doesn’t receive. She scoffs one more time, walking towards the door and leaving as she shoots a glare towards you

“You guys are so mean” you say, receiving a chuckle

“She deserved it, if anything she just hinder our practice” Osamu adds

“Besides, nobody talks about our beautiful manager like that” Atsumu hugs you along side Suna

The rest of the team also comes to hug you, and while they were a bit rude, you knew that they only had good intentions

You love this foxes too much

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Note: a little something about my boys, also, I cringed way too much while writing this

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clubkira · 6 months

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

── FIANCÉ!JNT / FEM!READER SERIES┊͙HAIKYUU!!

my one and only all my life!

꒰ premise ꒱ : the nhk’s special broadcasts centered around the jnt ‘monster generation’ lineup’s future wives-to-be!

꒰ content ꒱ : haikyū!! / f!reader. JNT & staff. mini-series. established relationships. horrendously downbad fiancés. fluff (with suggestive moments).

series soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

⁞ ‘✎ — vie’s love letter ؛ ଓ series updates irregularly. extremely suggestive at times (no explicit smut). mentions / allusions to sex or intimacy. sfw + fluff.

꒰ haikyuu!! masterlist. ꒱

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (01)

⌗ relationship advice with ; atsumu miya. rintarou suna. wakatoshi ushijima. shoyo hinata.

the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (02)

⌗ truth or drink with ; koutarou bokuto. morisuke yaku. kiyoomi sakusa. tobio kageyama.

the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (03)

⌗ would you rather with ; motoya komori. kourai hoshiumi. aran ojiro. kenma kozume.

due to popular demand, the nhk has organized another live special with the monster generation’s fiancées! tune in for this segment of would you rather + a surprise game with our special sponsor! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (04)

⌗ QnA with ; tetsurou kuroo. hajime iwaizumi.

the fiancées of the jnt’s staff get a turn in the limelight in an all new special broadcast, a couples QnA spanning their several happy years of romance together! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (05)

⌗ reading thirst tweets with ; tobio kageyama. wakatoshi ushijima. kourai hoshiumi.

this nhk segment is brought to you by the schweiden alders! thirst tweets with the jnt alder members, but not of them— they’ll be reacting to thirsts for their fiancées! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (06)

⌗ two truths and a lie with ; shoyo hinata. atsumu miya. koutarou bokuto. kiyoomi sakusa.

with the jnt’s msby members comes two truths and a lie! it's a battle between two lovers; who knows the other better? ❤︎

── ONESHOTS .ᐟ

coming soon !

── EXTRAS .ᐟ

HEY, FUTURE HUSBAND . . . ( ASK EVENT )

⌗ event status : closed!

FIANCÉE’S JOBS

⌗ answered ask !

reblogs are appreciated .ᐟ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

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rishiguro · 1 year

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HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEY THROW THEIR WEDDING RING

ft. bokuto; suna; atsumu: kuroo; ushijima

a/n: the fact that i posted this exact prompt on my deleted blog but i don't remember it anymore—

jjk version

it was no secret that BOKUTO sometimes had problems controlling his emotions. he wasn't necessarily as affected by them as he was in high school, but there were enough moments that made him feel ashamed when he thought about them; just like he did right now. he was sobbing violently, his arms pressing you as close to you as ohysically possible. he wailed apologies, only stopping to take a breath every once in a while. he snapped out of his anger the moment the ring left his hand, but he was afraid that the damage couldn't be undone. he could only beg, proclaiming his love for you over and over, even if he knew that his behaviour just disproved his claims.

arguing with SUNA was tiresome. it was like he never even cared, not being attentive and only brushing you off. he never thought about the impact of his words once he did answer you, trying to get you off his back as soon as possible and with any means necessary. but even he understood when he went too far. he realized it when you took a deep breath, muttering something that he could not understand and turned around, disappearing into the bedroom only to come out a few minutes later with a bag over your shoulder, not even sparing him a glance as you rushed out the door. he clenched his jaw, picking the ring up and clenching his fist, staring out the window with a heavy chest.

ATSUMU was a prideful and confident person, he hated being confronted with his faults. he never really reacted well afterwards, either snickering a comment back or just waving the criticism off. no one was safe from this side of him, not even you. but he wasn't an idiot either. he saw the way your face fell when his ring landed on the floor, how you were shaking as you went and picked it up, only to retreat into the bedroom silently. he stayed still, not even daring to move an inch, only looking at the place you stood just a second ago. how did he let it go this far?

KUROO hated arguing and the yelling that came with it. he hated the irrational things he says during them, how every sense of reason is being thrown into the wind just to get to you because of his pride. and right after he threw his wedding ring across the room and stormed out, slamming the door behind him, he broke down, hugging his knees as he cried. he didn't know what came over him, he didn't know why he would ever think that what he did was okay but how could he face you after what he had done?

it was rare that arguments with USHIJIMA got so heated. you barely ended up shouting at each other, much less underline your words with some kind of big gestures. so it was even a bigger shock when he raised his voice at you, fiddling with the ring on his finger until throwing it away with some accusatory yell. you were too shocked to even say anything, only extending your arms in front of you to protect yourself as you stared at him with big eyes. he wanted to step closer, he wanted to hug you, he wanted to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness; anything so that you wouldn't look so afraid of him anymore.

reblogs are appreciated

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romeavecryst · 11 days

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.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

˖ ࣪⊹ He’s the kind of guy to help put and take off your shoes, even if your not drunk, but if your getting ready his large hand wrapping around your ankle as he slips your shoe on next tying the laces or strapping the heels your wearing “Hmm there you go love can’t have you bending over to put them on no?” His voice deep and tender kissing your lips gently.

Ushijima, IWAIZUMI, Daichi, Kuroo, TSUKISHIMA, BOKUTO, TANAKA, Kageyama,

Little reminder rq are open!(im desperate ☹️)

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missuga · 2 years

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7:12 p.m — Kuroo Tetsurou

+ established relationship, college au.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was how warm you were.

It took you a few long moments to realize that you’d fallen asleep, not really remembering even crawling into your bed. The blankets were so warm it wasn’t really surprising though, it’d been freezing all day long.

Pulling the blankets further over your shoulders you could’ve fallen back asleep, and you almost did, if it wasn’t for the loud bang sounding from the kitchen followed by a string of soft curses.

Once again it took you a second for the voice to register in your head, thoughts foggy from the sleep that was calling out to you still.

You almost didn’t want to get out of bed to check out what the commotion in the kitchen was.

Luck must’ve been on your side, as you opened your eyes for the first time reaching for your phone to see just how long you slept you noticed Kuroo’s head peeking through your door.

“Shit, did I wake you up?”

“Mmm not really.” You smiled, pulling the blankets up to your chin as you turned towards the door.

“You look comfy.” He started, stepping fully into your room now once he knew you were awake. “You’ve been out for a while, I was starting to think you’d sleep all night.”

“Really?” You asked, you still hadn’t looked to see what the time was. “When did you get home?”

“A few hours ago I think.” He laughed when your eyes widened slightly. “It’s almost seven.”

“Seven?” You checked your phone to make sure he wasn’t messing with you, and sure enough, you’d slept for over four hours. “Damn, sorry, I didn’t realize.”

“I would’ve woken you up but I figured you needed the rest.” Kuroo smiled when you shook your head, moving to sit on the edge of the bed now. “No, you’ve been pushing yourself a lot, you can take a nap once in a while.”

You didn’t respond to that knowing he was probably right, even if you felt a little guilty.

“Have you eaten dinner?”

“No.” He answered after a second, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to wait for you so you weren’t eating alone.”

“Oh my god, you’re adorable.” You laughed, shifting under the blankets to look at him better, still not wanting to pull yourself from the warmth yet. “You did not have to wait for me.”

“It’s fine, I wasn’t too hungry. I’d rather eat with you anyway.” He looked away for a second but you could still see the slight tinge of pink dusting his cheeks.

“Hmm. You think dinner could wait a little longer?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Kuroo turned back to you, an interested look adorning his face now at the tone of your voice. “Why?”

“C’mere.” You pushed back the blankets just enough to open up a spot for him next to you. “I don’t want to get out of bed yet.”

“You’re kidding.”

“You should rest too, you were up before the crack of dawn today.” You knew he’d been working hard on his classes lately, probably even harder than you.

“I’m fine.”

“Tetsu.” You started, glaring up at him, there was no way he should be able to let you rest without allowing some time for him as well. “Get your ass over here, I swear.”

“Oh my god fine.” He laughed, shaking his head a little before obliging and crawling under the blankets with you. Immediately wrapping his arms around you to pull you against him.

“That’s better, I knew something was missing.” You sighed, closing your eyes once again as you laid your head against his chest, somehow he was even warmer than you were before.

“It’s been a while since we’ve done this, huh.” He mumbled after a minute, his hand rubbing soft circles against your back slowing slightly.

“Yeah, it has.” You couldn’t even fully remember the last time the two of you just laid in bed like that. “Probably since last semester.”

“I think your right.” His voice was softer now, and it took him a long moment to answer. “Don’t you dare fall asleep again.”

“Take your own advice.” You spoke softly, knowing how easily he fell asleep, it was almost as soon as he shut his eyes. He was most likely just seconds away from falling asleep now. “Just go to sleep.”

“Mmm, fine. Love you.”

“I love you too”

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kaiijo · 7 months

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WORK WIFE — KUROO TETSUROU

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem! reader content: fluff, timeskip! kuroo (he’s so sexy)

you’re not really sure when kuroo started calling you his ‘work wife,’ but you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. like many of your colleagues, you’ve been taken in by his teasing smile and charm and the way he brings you your coffee and bagel in the morning, just the way you like it. “good morning, wifey,” he says as he hands you your breakfast with a flourish. “vanilla latte with oat milk and an extra shot of espresso and a toasted everything bagel with cream cheese.”

you smile and thank him, sliding the bagel out from the waxy paper bag. you glance back inside and sheepishly open your mouth but kuroo beats you to the punch. “and, of course, your stirrer.” he sticks his hand in the pocket of his slate gray slacks and produces a wooden stirrer.

you chuckle, “you keep those in your pants just for me?”

“a gentleman always is prepared for a lady!”

“‘gentleman,’” you snort.

kuroo presses a hand over his heart. “i am a gentleman through and through!”

“uh-huh, keep telling yourself that.” you take a sip of your drink. “but thanks again for breakfast.”

he pats your head and sings out, “anything for my favorite work wife!”

“i better be your only one!” he laughs loudly at your reply, the sound bouncing off the walls as he heads down the hall to his office.

when lunchtime rolls around, kuroo, as usual, appears in your doorway with his lunch in hand. he never has the same thing, you’ve come to learn; today’s meal is grilled fish over rice, and kuroo asks, “up for a lunch date?”

you try to fight the warmth rising to your cheeks, still not used to his wording despite the many times he’s asked the exact same thing. you shake your head and sigh, “unfortunately, i’m behind on inputting the quarter two estimations so i think i’ll be working through lunchtime.”

kuroo still walks into your office and comes around to look at your computer screen. “have you been doing these all by hand?”

“yeah?”

“here, there’s an easier way to generate these estimates.” with a few clicks and keystrokes, you watch as numbers and figures fill the spreadsheet cells before your very eyes. you slump back in your chair, relieved. you glance up at kuroo. he’s so close that you can very clearly smell the way his cologne mingles with his minty toothpaste. your breath hitches as he stares down at you with pride. “you’re a lifesaver.”

“had to save my lunch time with my work wife.”

you stifle a yawn as you save your last pitch for the budget board and power off your computer. you looked out the window, the sun beginning to set on the horizon. you roll your chair away and stretch your hold body out, humming in relief as someone knocks on your door. it’s not hard to guess who it is. “come in.”

“hey,” kuroo pokes his head inside, blazer folded across his arm and his lanyard in hand. “ready to go?”

“yep, let me just get my stuff.” you gather your things and sling your bag over your shoulder, locking up your office and following kuroo out. you walk side-by-side in comfortable, tired silence until you get out of the building. “how was the merch presentation?”

“oh, it went really well,” he says. “thanks for letting me co-opt your time for rehearsal.”

“you know i always have time for you.”

kuroo gives you a smile that’s almost way too soft and sweet for you to handle, and you quickly avert your eyes to the street in front of you as you two come to the metro stop. he asks about how your younger brother is settling into college and you inquire about his grandparents, and it’s an endless stream of conversation as you two board the metro together.

“oh,” kuroo says suddenly, voice shifting to a quieter tone. “i’ve been meaning to ask, do you want to—?”

you desperately want to hear the end of his question but you’re coming up to your stop and you have to hurry home to walk your dog. “sorry! text me the question?”

he shakes his head. “i’ll tell you later. see you tomorrow, wifey.”

you wave to him over the shoulder as the doors close behind you, and you’re left with a warm feeling in your chest and burning curiosity about what he’ll ask you.

it’s the next day when your boss calls you into her office, asking you to let the newest employee to the sports promotion division shadow you for a little while until he gets the hang of what you guys do. his name’s nakamura eijun and he seems nice enough so you agree.

nakamura’s in your office as you go over how the jva’s filing and record-keeping online works when kuroo comes in with your daily breakfast. you sit up straighter, ready for him to finish whatever question he was about to ask.

he stops short when he sees nakamura and asks, “new guy?” nakamura nods and introduces himself, to which kuroo responds with an enthusiastic “i’m kuroo tetsurou. welcome to the team!” and without your usual banter, kuroo drops off your bagel and coffee and leaves without another word.

he peeks into your office again at lunch and you’re about to wave him inside, but he shakes his head and says, “i’ll come back later!”

he doesn’t. you don’t see kuroo for the rest of the day, which makes your heart sink. it’s the first time in months that he hasn’t followed the unconscious routine the two of your started. you try to look at the silver-lining. kuroo (and thinking about kuroo) is your main distraction of the day, so maybe it was a good thing he didn’t show up so you couldn’t make a fool of yourself.

what unnerves you, though, is that the following days are much the same. kuroo silently brings you your breakfast and peeks in every now and then, smile never quite meeting his eyes as he sees you eating with nakamura in your office. the days stretch to weeks and you realize two things: one — that kuroo’s avoiding you, and two — nakamura’s a lot less capable than you thought he would be, given that he’s still shadowing you after about two and a half weeks.

thankfully, you get a little reprieve when nakamura informs you that he’s out sick for the day. you perk up when kuroo comes in with your breakfast and give him your chirpiest “good morning.”

he leans up against your doorframe, glancing around. “your new work husband’s not here today?”

“what are you talking about?”

he says, “your new work husband. he have some emergency or something?”

you frown at his tone. “sorry, let me be more specific. who are you talking about?”

“nakamura,” he responds. finally, he crosses the threshold and hands you your bagel and coffee, the stirrer already inside the bagel bag. he plops down heavily in his chair, arms folded across his chest.

“you know you’re my one and only,” you say, offering a smile. when he doesn’t reply, your smile fades and you ask, “why do you think he’s my new work husband?”

“he’s been telling everyone that you two spend so much time together that he might as well be.”

you can’t help but roll your eyes and you reach across the desk, tapping your hand on the surface to get kuroo’s attention. he finally meets your gaze and you say, “we’ve been spending a lot of time together because sakura asked me to let him shadow and he’s—” you lower your voice to a conspiratorial whisper, prompting kuroo to lean in closer, “—not very smart.”

“really?”

you watch as the tension kuroo held in his shoulders disappeared and something like relief washed across his features. you can’t help but laugh a little, “really. is that what got you so grumpy these past few days?”

“hey!” he protests, “i wasn’t grumpy. pouty, maybe, but definitely never grumpy.”

“sure, sure.” you pause and then ask, “why were you so bothered by nakamura saying he’s like my work husband?”

kuroo’s face flushes and with an uncharacteristic shyness, he says, “because, y’know, that’s— that’s our thing. and i’m not too keen on letting someone steal my wife away.”

“good to know you’re a protective husband.”

he chuckles and says, “well, gotta get back to the trenches. those advertisement pitches aren’t going to pitch themselves.”

“don’t i know it.”

as he goes to leave, he hesitates in the doorway. then, he turns back to you and asks, “would you like to have dinner with me tonight? if you’re not doing anything, of course.”

your eyebrows raise but you can’t help the bright smile from breaking across your face. “yeah, that sounds great.”

a year and a half later.

nakamura and you are sitting in the conference room, brainstorming ways to help boost the sendai frogs’s popularity. nakamura taps his pen against his chin and suggests, “maybe we should tell koganegawa to stop yelling so much?”

“no, their fans like his enthusiasm,” you say.

“well, tsukishima’s their most popular player… maybe we can ask him to ramp up the fanservice. as in, do any.”

you snort but before you can make some snarky comment about how that absolutely will not happen, a voice comes from behind you. “you’re signing a death wish with that. no way tsukki’ll bite.”

nakamura’s face sours and he mumbles something as kuroo towers over both of you. you grin at him in greeting and give him a playfully chastising look, adding, “you’re right but you know it’s rude to interrupt a conversation.”

“just making sure my wife—” he gives nakamura a very pointed look, “—knows who she’s dealing with.”

you quirk an eyebrow. “your wife is a very capable woman, thank you very much.”

he smirks and bends down closer, deepening his tone. “oh, i know.”

nakamura scowls. “we get it, she’s your work wife.”

“actually…” kuroo’s shit-eating grin grows wide like a cat who got the cream and simultaneously, both of you hold up your left hands, matching silver bands glinting under the fluorescent lights. “she’s my wife-wife now.”

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #.𖥔 ݁ ˖ kaiijo writes

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kaveehs · 1 year

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How He Flusters You — Kuroo Tetsurou

gender neutral reader, wc ≈ 0.6k, reader is a bit upset in this, overall pretty fluffy, not proofread

synopsis: the rare occasion where college!kuroo successfully flusters you…

a/n: this was originally going to be a small drabble but i found myself getting carried away again, however i really like how this turned out! please lmk if i should do the same thing with iwaizumi and oikawa :))

you’re really bummed out because you didn’t get a good grade on the exam he put so much effort into helping you study for. eventually, you facetime (or just video call for my non apple users) him to tell him the bad news.

he’s not disappointed in you. if anything, he feels terrible seeing you so down on yourself about your bad grade. so he drops everything he’s doing to hang out with you and try to lift your spirits. he tells you to stop by his dorm.

and you’re so eager to get there. you walk hastily (practically sprint) to his dorm room. when you get there, you softly knock on the door. from the other side, you can hear faint footsteps approaching the door, and it unlocking. kuroo swings the door open.

“i’m sorry, next time i’ll work even—” you start, but you find yourself lost for words once you look at kuroo. he answers the door in a pair of light gray joggers and a black t-shirt draped over his shoulder, though the first thing you notice is his toned figure.

“don’t apologize, you put in quite a lot of effort. you don’t need to ace the exam for me to be proud of you,” he praises. he’s so sincere and genuine yet so painfully unaware of how he can make you feel flustered so easily. “i know you’ll do great on the next one.”

“it means a lot,” you say in such a small voice. you mentally scoff at how bashful you are at this moment.

“let’s do something fun, yeah? maybe we can go watch a movie. the one you said you wanted to watch but couldn’t because we were studying,” kuroo’s lips curled into a smile.

“i don’t know i just-” you sigh, stepping into his dorm room and sit on his bed. “i’m sorry i let you down.”

“don’t be like that,” he says, walking over to you, sitting down next to you. “you exceeded my expectations every time.”

“so does this mean you have such low expectations for me? i’m so hurt tetsurou,” you hold back a burst of laughter as you notice his face becoming red and he tries to frantically explain that’s not what he meant. “can we just lay here? i’m not too thrilled to see the movie anymore. being in your company is enough,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze.

“we can.”

and that’s how it starts. you rest your head above his shoulder, and you find yourself subconsciously tracing your index finger against his bare chest. he takes notice of this as he looks down at you, but faintly smiles without saying anything. you begin to draw the shape of a heart on him.

“is that a heart you drew,” he looked at your finger on his chest, softly laughing joyfully. he’s words caused you to freeze. when you finally realized what you were doing, you quickly sat up.

“what are you talking about,” you replied nervously. “you know, maybe we should go watch that movie. let’s get up and go quickly.” you stood up fast, walking towards the other side of his room.

kuroo blinks at you confused, but he doesn’t ask you any questions. he just nods and quietly smirks and grabs the shirt he had folded on his nightstand.

you want to wipe the smirk off his face so badly but you can’t blame him. </3

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forusomimiya · 1 month

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He likes to have eye contact with you while his watching another man who is not him fucking you raw.

He likes to have eye contact with you with one hand on his cock, asking you to be obedient to the man who’s asking you to kneel down to fuck your pretty mouth.

He likes to have eye contact with you when you moan his name but it's another cock that's filling you.

He likes to have eye contact with you as he licks the other man's juice dripping out your pussy.

He likes to have eye contact with you when you cry and beg for his cock long enough to finally get it.

KAGEYAMA, BOKUTO, SUNA, KUROO, ATSUMU, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, ASAHI

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salsakiyoomi · 11 days

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you had kuroo's jacket.

he gave it to you on a rainy day on campus when you forgot your umbrella and your own jacket and it was cold, and like the gentleman he is, he gave you yours.

that was a week ago.

at the time you had given him your number, but he never called nor texted about his jacket, and to make matters even worse, you hadn’t seen him around campus for the past week.

you asked your mutual friends about him and they said he was doing some family visitations.

family visitations in the middle of the week, seriously?

anyway, so, when you finally spot him out and about on campus, a giddy smile on your face with his jacket in your hand ( you totally didn’t have it on you for the past week ) you approach him.

“kuroo!” you call out, waving your hand at him, he spots you and a shy smile crosses his lips.

“hey," he greets, and he tries to ignore his thumping heart, “what’s up? how you doin’ ?”

you smile up at him, “great! what about you?”

“also great.” he says and it almost feels awkward, then he spots his jacket in your hands.

the actual reason that kuroo hadn't called or texted wasn’t because he was doing family visitations, it was because he was shy.

yes, shy like an awkward middle school boy.

usually, kuroo was a smug and confident man, he could easily make any girl's knees go weak with his cheeky pick up lines that were actually charming.

but when it came to you? oh no no, kuroo was an absolutely different man, he had his own knees going weak instead with how shy he was around you, whenever he dropped a pick up line to try and charm you, it came out awkward and meek, but nevertheless, you laughed and were actually impressed, which sorta boosted his ego.

to sum it up, he really, really wants to ask you out.

you clear your throat, “i have your jacket.” you say, holding up his jacket to him.

and kuroo thinks that this could be it, this could be his chance.

so he chuckles and smirks and says, “it’s fine, you can keep it.”

wow, so smooth, he thinks to himself.

but when he sees your face light up with joy and a slight blush form on your cheeks and a “really?!” falling from your lips, he really thinks that this was he shot.

he grins at you, a slight blush at his own cheeks too, “yeah, totally.”

you smile at him, and hug the jacket close to you, “thank you.”

and when you turn around to leave, his heart is screaming at him to just go for it, to ask you out, right here right now.

and so he does, your name falls from his lips and he tries to be as confident as possible, “do you wanna go out sometimes? you know, grab coffee or something?”

and when you smile at him, and a “yeah” falls from your lips, he can’t help but feel like this is a score.

a/n : real ones know that this could be counted as a part two for this drabble

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