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emmyrosee · 1 month

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happy birthday to my Kiyoomi man (and my momma LMAOO-)

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When the side of the bed next to him is cold, Kiyoomi is immediately suspicious.

You’re never up and out long enough for your side of the bed to become cold, you hate the feeling of having to rewarm it under your body (though you assure him you don’t mind too much, as you warm up in his arms).

Regardless, he wakes up with a cocked brow and a small, sleepy scowl.

He makes his way out of the room, adorned only in his boxers, knuckling his eyes and smacking his lips as he searches for you.

He checks the bathroom, only to find the door wide open and dark. Then, he checks the kitchen, seeing it in a similar state, he feels a small sense of panic creep through his body.

Only to disappear when he enters the living room and finds you, sleeping. There’s countless black and gold balloons surrounding you, your body curled in on itself for warmth and a cup of cold tea resting next to you. He smiles and looks at the clock. 4 am. You must’ve been out here for hours, blowing up balloons by mouth alone.

“Hey,” he whispers, creeping towards you. He gently lays a hand on your shoulder and shakes you awake, “whatcha doin?”

“Balloons,” you barely manage, voice drunk with sleep and heavy with exhaustion. Your throat sounds raw, probably from so much energy going into the balloon blowing. He chuckles and looks around the room for more details.

There’s a small sign with “happy birthday” in black and gold still wrapped in plastic, black party hats and plates on the side table- you probably were planning on having the boys over for breakfast this morning.

“C’mon, baby,” he says softly, poking you with his toe. “Let’s go back to bed. You need it.”

“C’me.”

“Huh?”

“Carry me,” you whine.

He rolls his eyes with a smile before bending down and scooping you up in his arms, adjusting you comfortably before making his way back to the bedroom with you cradled in his arms.

“D’t tell ‘omi,” you slur, and he snickers softly.

“Won’t say a word.”

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petriquors · 1 year

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POV: your best friend is in love with you

a/n: post-timeskip, MSBY4, gn!reader

🤍 MIYA ATSUMU 🤍

“Hell no.”

“What do you mean, ‘hell no’?” you whine. “Come on, Atsumu; I haven’t been on a date in months—”

“Because men are animals—”

“You’re an animal!”

Touché, Atsumu thinks, while he stares at your bedroom ceiling. He’s supposed to be helping you pick out an outfit for this first date you have planned for tonight, and, genuinely, he doesn’t like anything you’re picking out. Every outfit looks perfect on you, so much that his heart leaps into his throat every time you emerge from your closet, and that’s exactly why they’re not good enough.

Because you won’t be wearing them on dates with him. Like an animal, you said, he’s territorial; and no one deserves to be going on dates with his best friend when it’s so obvious that you’re meant to be with him.

🤍 BOKUTO KORATO 🤍

Panic sets in as soon as Kotaro realizes what he just did. There were lips. And skin. His lips. Your skin.

All you were doing was giving him a hug goodbye. You hug him all the time, even though he’s started holding you a little tighter; you’ve started to joke that he’s going to crush you with his chest. It’s adorable.

He’s been playing with fire lately, between the tighter hugs, the lingering looks, the fleeting touches to your hands and the small of your back. But now, he thinks that he’s about to get burned.

He kissed your forehead.

It was just for a second, a quick brush of his lips against your skin while you were in his arms. Now that the hug is over, you’re standing in front of him, smiling.

You pat his arms, smile a little wider, and finally tear yourself away. “See you later, Ko!”

He breathes a heavy sigh while he watches you leave. You didn’t notice. Deep down, Kotaro wishes that you did.

🤍 HINATA SHOYO 🤍

“Hey, sunshine!”

When he hears Hinata shout a cliche pet name at the top of his lungs, Meian picks his head up to watch what’s about to happen, betting that Hinata’s going to get a Sakusa-shaped elbow to the face. Where he expects to see his glowering junior, however, he sees you.

You giggle something in response, and the MSBY captain watches Hinata’s face light up from over your shoulder. You fling your arms around him. He pulls you into his chest. It makes Meian’s heart ache as if someone’s squeezing his hand too hard.

“Sunshine, huh?” he teases Hinata once you’re out of sight. “Since when are you dating anybody?”

Hinata gives him a blank stare. “We’re not dating. That’s my best friend.”

Meian can’t help the way he rolls his eyes, or the dry, disbelieving chuckle that falls from his lips. “Yeah, sure they are.”

🤍 SAKUSA KIYOOMI 🤍

The weight of a month-long training camp falls on your shoulder when Kiyoomi’s head rolls to the side. “Missed you,” he mumbles, eyes closed.

He’s next to you on your sofa, after he dragged himself to your apartment first thing when he got back—before even going to his own place.

He had shampoo and a spare change of clothes already packed, anyway. And when Kiyoomi, exhausted from the frustration of a new routine, shows up at your door, who are you to deny him a warm shower and a shoulder to rest his head on? It’s what best friends are for, you told yourself.

Little do you know, that’s what he told himself, too, but he was trying to convince himself that’s all this is, and absolutely nothing more.

“‘M glad you’re home,” you murmur, patting his wet curls.

There’s a tiny, upward twitch to his lip. Best friends, he reminds himself. That’s definitely all this is.

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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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To anyone else, a couple sitting together at breakfast not speaking to each other may seem odd, but for you and Kiyoomi, though, it’s nothing out of the ordinary.

“So, you’re away for a game this Friday, right?”

His response comes in the way of a slight nod, eyes narrowed in focus on the plate of food in front of him.

“When will you be home? Monday?”

He nods again, and your eyebrows crease in confusion. You open your mouth to question why he’s suddenly acting so strange, but before you can, Kiyoomi’s tilting his head in the direction of the table to your left. And then you hear it — the gossip.

“I just can’t believe she would do that! I thought she was my friend, ya know?”

Your mouth snaps shut in an instant, anxious to hear what unfolds next.

“Well,” the girl on the other side starts, clearly apprehensive, “she has liked him since high school. I thought you knew that.”

Silverware clatters down to the table. Whatever answer the first girl was expecting, it certainly wasn’t that. You and Kiyoomi share a pointed look, your mouths full of food.

“He’s my ex-fiancé. Are you serious right now?”

You have to control your face, taking a sip from your coffee mug to hide your surprise. Kiyoomi’s no better — eyes all but bulging at the new bit of information.

“I think you’re being a little unfair.”

You and Kiyoomi lock eyes in an instant, sharing looks that scream “oh shit.”

“Unfair?” The first girl is incredulous, and you can tell she’s biting back the volume in her voice. You have to strain to hear what she says next. “They started hooking up the second him and I broke up.”

Kiyoomi hides another expression behind his fist, cheeks stuffed with pancakes. His eyes widen, brows raising as he looks at you over his hand. You’re familiar enough with what you lovingly call Kiyoomi-speak to know he’s saying, “Can you believe this shit?”

Your expression mirrors his own.

You spend the rest of your meal digesting the conversation coming from the table beside you, and as you walk back to your apartment, Kiyoomi’s hand in yours, you unpack it together.

“Her ex seems like a dick.”

“He does! The friend is no better either.”

“Mm,” Kiyoomi’s brow furrows. “That friend she was eating with kind of sucks, too. It seemed like she was pulling out all of these excuses for the other girl.”

“That’s what I was gonna say! She probably knew all along.”

“Mm, probably.”

You continue to chat the whole way home, and as silly as it sounds, the idle conversation has warmth thrumming beneath your skin. It’s nice, you think as Kiyoomi delves into the theory that the poor girl was probably cheated on. To have someone who understands you, someone you can always rely on to people watch and gossip with you.

#sakusa :))) my little hater #he people watches and eavesdrops and he /judges/ i feel it in my bones #sakusa x reader #sakusa imagine #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #hq x reader #hq imagine #haikyuu fluff #sakusa fluff #just something quick for the timeline inbetween some other stuff im working on

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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omi and his girly little gf <3

he thinks you’re so PRECIOUS. when he first saw you walking across campus with your nails done, shorter than most of your friends, dressed well and in pink he couldn’t stop thinking about you. atsumu had to snap him back into the conversation. kiyoomi thought that you looked like a pretty princess.

when you two become friends and talk more, he’s a little more obvious about it. when you get your nails done or ask him if he likes a skirt you got he always compliments how well it suits you, that pink is your colour!!

if you’re black, and you add pink into your braids/ dreads/ locs/ twists he thinks you look like an absolute FAIRY!!! you come back from the salon [ he wanted to come see you. he swears he did. but you didn’t let him for the ‘surprise’ of it): ] his mouth curls into a smile and his dimples are on display, he gets up from his spot on the sofa and asks if he can touch them. he clears some of the hair from your face and he places a feathery kiss on your forehead , “it’s not fair, how pretty you are,” he says.

kiyoomi just loves when you have french tips. he loves it. especially when the base is a pale pink colour, and the tips are just a crisp white. he loves how it contrasts with his black rings as he holds your hand. his heart flutters when your little, neat palm can only wrap around a few of his fingers. he loves how your manicured thumb rubs against his battered knuckles - it makes him feel dizzy.

he loves when you wear skirts or get new ones, he always twirls you around like you two were slow dancing. he’ll chuckle along with you when you giggle, “i think this one’s my favorite now,” he said to you ; although he’s said that about all 7 of the skirts.

don’t you dare try to do anything when you’ve just gotten your nails done. laundry? he’ll help. you wanna make yourself smth to eat? nah, he’s got it. you wanna shower??? why????? he’ll just clean you🤞🏻🤞🏻. his big sister used to complain about having to do things with her nails on and he’d never let his sweet little princess do anything by herself ):

omi would absolutely let you do his makeup if you wanted to try a new makeup look. you sit him down, putting his bouncy curls in a little bun and then priming his face. his cheeks smush and squish as your small hands work on him gently. he can’t help the warmth in his chest when he feels that you’re making a conscious effort to be gentle when you’re soaping down his eyebrows or blending out the highlight. his favorite is when you put on mascara- the way your index finger tilts his chin upwards and you mutter a ,’ look up f’ me, kiyo’ in the most sugary sweet tone he’s ever heard. he replies with a simple , ‘ ‘kay’ that could never give away the butterflies in the pit of his belly.

lastly - he’s spoiling you ROTTEN. he’s got allll that athlete money for what???? you, obviously. you saw some pretty mary janes you wanna wear to work? done. you want new earrings? done. you want a necklace with his name on it? done. well, that part wasn’t a choice- but he’s still happy that you wanted it. if you two are out and you even say that something is cute , his immediate response is , “do you want it?” and he’s dead serious. even if it’s ridiculously over priced. if you’re someone who cries when they accept gifts i’m projecting i’m sorry consider his heart SHATTERED when he hears the break in your voice as you thank him. he’s coddling you, asking if you really hated the gift that much, but when you explain that it just overwhelms you he feels tears in his own eyes at how precious you truly are. his large hand caressing your head and the other rubbing gentle circles on your back, whispering to you that you deserve his gifts, his love, his patience because you give it back to him. you deserve to be a princess- his princess- forever</3333333

#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader fluff #sakusa x female reader #sakusa kiyoomi x female reader #sakusa kiyoomi drabble #sakusa kiyoomi domestic fluff #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #first female reader fic #shittinf my pants

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zmbiesuga · 10 months

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UNLEARN MY HURT — s. kiyoomi x gn!reader

sypnonsis: growing up in a home where lashing out was normal, it's weird to have someone be so patient with you as you unlearn all those toxic behaviors

warnings: mentions of fighting, reader never learned how to properly express themselves (me), sakusa is so loving and patient that it's sickening, hurt/comfort-ish??, established relationship, use of petnames (angel)

notes: i want to preface this by saying, i used my own experience with my toxic household so i'm sorry if it doesn't resonate with everybody, i also wrote this at 5 in the morning so if there're mistakes whoopsies, i'll fix them later

something people don't realize, is that sakusa kiyoomi is a patient man.

he's patient with atsumu when he's annoying him, he's patient with hinata and bokuto as their rowdiness becomes too overwhelming for him, and he's patient with himself as he takes deep breaths to avoid snapping.

sakusa kiyoomi is in touch with emotions and is open about how he feels. he seems brooding and closed-off, but he's the last person to hesitate to tell someone how they're making him feel.

sakusa kiyoomi is your polar opposite.

it's hard for you to open up about a lot of things, especially anger. it's hard for you to keep it in check, so you push it down. the more you do it, the worse it becomes. which leads to your small irritation becoming full-fledged rage at the simplest of things.

this is something that rings true tonight as you walk through the door to you and omi's shared apartment, pinching the bridge of your nose with closed eyes as you let out a heavy sigh before you hear kiyoomi emerge from the living room.

"hey," he says softly as his eyes look at your figure up and down (that's something else about kiyoomi, he can read people eerily well), he can almost smell the anger radiating off of you, "...you wanna talk about it?"

he walks over to you and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder that you shrug off almost immediately as you walk to the kitchen, where he follows.

after a few minutes of silence as you get yourself a drink, you turn to kiyoomi with furrowed brows, "why don't you ever get mad at me?"

sakusa blinks a few times in confusion before he furrows his own brows, "...what?" he questions in that same soft tone, "you want me to get mad at you...?"

"no," you say firmly, almost in a sneer, "i said, why don't you ever get mad at me."

truth be told, you were yelling at yourself to shut up and stop while you were ahead. ultimately though, you decided to ignore your better conscience as you continued to attempt to push his buttons.

"i mean, if you shrugged my hand off of your shoulder and ignored me, i'd be fuming," you admitted, your voice slowly getting louder, "i just...don't understand why you never scream, why you never get mad at me and take it out on me as a response."

sakusa took a deep breath before he responded calmly, "because what good would that do us, angel?"

your eyes widen slightly as you look at him, searching your brain for an answer, "because..." you mumble as you trail off in useless thought.

you can't actually think of any reason, you just know that's how your parents dealt with things. pushed them away until it got too much to handle, and then snap at each other almost over nothing.

you look away from him with slight embarrassment as you swallow the lump in your throat as sakusa walks over to you, holding your face between his hands.

"it wouldn't do me any good to yell at you, even if i'm irritated with you," he said, "i just find something else to take it out on, like the volleyball court or taking some time alone. something i can do to process how i'm feeling."

you look up at him as your eyes become glossy, placing your own hands on his where they rest against the side of your face.

"angel, i love you, but pushing down how you're feeling isn't healthy," he says in a comforting tone, "and it also isn't healthy to take it out on someone who hasn't done anything. i know emotions are hard, okay? but i need you to understand that i'm here to help you through them and figure out what works best for you."

you looked up at him and nodded as you blinked, a few tears running down your face in the process that sakusa quickly wiped away.

"so how about we go sit down, and you tell me what's actually wrong, okay?" he asked again in a soft tone, a warm smile tugging at his lips.

you nodded again as you took his hand, sitting down on the couch as you prepared to open up.

he was right, emotions are hard, but having someone as patient as sakusa kiyoomi around makes them a little bit easier.

#love letters from leo #my dearest haikyuu #i need a sakusa in my life tbh #sakusa x reader #sakusa x gn!reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa comfort #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu comfort #hq x reader #hq x gn!reader #hq fluff #hq comfort #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

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leafyolive · 9 months

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"smile for the camera omi!!"

#sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #haikyuu!!#.🌷 my art #i needed some skts fluff for myself so THIS was what i made :3 #god they still have a grip on my heart

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chosobaby · 1 year

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despite playing volleyball for over a dozen years, sakusa kiyoomi now thinks the sport is too dreadful for him to play.

it’s not that his team had lost their winning streak or that he no longer finds joy in the sport. no, he just abhors the fact that he’s required to remove his wedding ring.

“i hate this horrible rule… no, i loathe it! yeah— wait! abhor! i absolutely abhor this horrible rule!” kiyoomi drunkenly exclaimed while on your honeymoon after you mentioned he’d have to remove his ring during practices and matches.

with his head on your lap and your fingers in his hair, he mumbled, “fuck the volleyball gods.” and you couldn’t help but agree as you watched his fluttering eyelids and soft little grin.

and so every morning, just before he steps out the door for volleyball practice, he’ll plant a kiss against your forehead, on your nose, and on your lips. he’ll take your left hand and bring it towards his face, and his eyes will shine a bit brighter seeing your ring, a reminder and a signification that he’s yours and you’re his.

then, he’ll press a kiss right atop the band wrapped snuggly around your ring finger. he’ll cup your face, allowing you to feel to cool metal from his ring on your skin, and mutter a soft i love you, showing you the smile kiyoomi reserved just for you.

…so maybe, you can forgive the volleyball gods and this horrible rule just a teensy tiny bit.

#wrote this bc i realized the reason all the pro vb players in the 10th annive timeskip pics have no rings #</3 #they’re not allowed to wear them on the court T_T #so i bet at least one of them is married with kids!!!#why is ushi my first thought ??#<kiyoomi3 #yna.writes #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #hq x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu x you #hq x you #haikyuu fluff #sakusa fluff #haikyuu sakusa

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moonswolfie · 6 months

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You don't know exactly how it happened, but the entire K-POP community seems to ship you two together.

Did it start because you MC-d together last year? It was the first time the two of you appeared together.

You must admit, you had a lot of fun interacting with him. It felt like the two of you had a very good dynamic and you found yourself smiling a lot. The public must have thought so, too.

Under every instagram post you make, people tag him agressively. And the same applies for you. You've seen his every selfie through neverending tags.

You're also very aware of how your fans almost lose it whenever you post a dance challenge video with him. And he keeps inviting you or asks to be invited every time without fail. You find it very sweet and besides, it's a good opportunity to talk for a bit.

Your other group members tease you about it all the time, telling you to "just take him on a date already." Even the members of his group tease him about you sometimes, or so you've heard.

So, the entirety of K-POP is waiting for you to announce your relationship any second now.

You can only hope he feels the same way.

OIKAWAAAAA, Bokuto, Kuroo, SAKUSA, Atsumu, Suna

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melonnmiru · 6 months

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haikyuu boys + acts of service !

feat. sakusa, tendou, bokuto, atsumu, ushijima

"'omi, i can do this on my own, you know."

"you say that while not trying to move away." kiyoomi noted, almost sounding smug in a way. your words, unfortunately held little effect, considering how you were perched on the toilet lid, cheek leaning on his palm. his other hand was sliding cleanser over your skin, suds forming on it.

you sighed defeatedly, letting him continue his ministrations. he did your whole routine with diligence, watching you do your skincare every night probably imprinted your routine into his memory at this point.

he loved spending moments like this with you. he could just enjoy the comfortable silence while doting on you, free excuse to run his fingertips over your skin and memorize every bit of it. they were calloused, and yet his touch was more comforting than anything else you've ever felt.

after patting the last bits of your moisturizer into your skin, he stood up to his full height, walking over to the sink to wash his hands. he wiped his hands on a towel before sliding them over to either side of your face. he tilted your face up, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. pulling away, he grimaced slightly at the feeling of your moisturizer now somewhat on his lips.

you giggled, pushing yourself from where you sat, wrapping your arms around your waist and pressing more moisturizer-covered kisses over his face. his scowl deepened, though he didn't make any effort to push you away, he'd endure it, he enjoyed your affection a bit more than how he disliked the feeling of your moisturizer, he notes to himself.

"and she pulled out screenshots! god, i've never seen someone's face go so pale so quickly."

satori let out a dramatic gasp, stilling the hand that was carefully painting your thumb. "no way." you nodded vigorously, giggling at his reaction.

"yeah." you confirmed. it almost felt like a teenage sleepover, what you and satori were doing right now. the both of you sat with your legs crossed, facing each other as he painted your nails with experienced swipes.

"not surprised though. he totes had it coming!" satori comments in a sing-song tone. he dipped the brush into the bottle, wiping it on the rim before bringing it to your index finger. you could tell he was focused, his tongue peeking out ever so slightly as his eyes squinted.

"y'know, you're doing a pretty good job.." you noted, admiring the clean coats on your nails. he giggled, pressing a kiss on your knuckles, careful to not bump into your freshly painted nails, then one to your lips.

he then leaned back and stared at you with a goofy grin, stretching his hand out to your face, wiggling his fingers. "now paint mine!" satori chimed. you sighed, shaking your head with a grin, though picking out a bottle of dark red nail polish nonetheless.

"yeah, and then i went like wham! and the ball slammed into their side!"

you nodded along, smiling at koutaro's enthusiasm. the constant shine in his eyes when he talked about volleyball was something you could never get tired of, his hands moving around to further express what he was talking about.

as he rambled, his gaze trailed down to your shoes, then back to your face, then back to your shoes with comically wide eyes. you tilted your head at his actions, a confused smile resting on your face.

"kou, what's wrong?"

"hold on, baby. just gotta—"

he dropped to his knee, shifting around to tie your shoelaces. he fumbled for a while, untying and retying it a few times. you stood there, silently watching him tie your shoelaces with an amusing amount of focus.

he stood up, nodding and flashing you a wide grin. "wow, what a gentleman." you mused, almost dreamily before a small chuckle left you. he laughed boisterously, "can't let the love of my life walk around with untied shoelaces. that's unsafe!" he slipped his hand into yours, continuing his ramble with a proud smile.

you unlocked the door to your shared house with a sigh, wanting nothing more than to slip your shoes off and flop into your bed, maybe sleep for the next sixty-eight hours.

you barely had to step foot in there before atsumu greeted you, his arms wrapping around your frame as he pressed a kiss on the crown of your head. you buried your head into the crook of his neck and shoulders, your own shoulders visibly relaxing at his touch.

"hi, 'tsum. is it alright if we have takeout tonight? work killed me." your eyes were already closed as you spoke, leaning all your weight onto him. "no need," he leaned back to admire your tired face, pressing a small kiss against your temple. "i already made us dinner." he declared proudly, a smirk resting on his face.

"you cooked?"

"mhm." he nodded confidently, you shot him an unconvinced look. "...and it's edible?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, your lips curling into an amused smile.

"hey!"

you shrugged, "just thought osamu took all the cooking genes."

"well, we just so happened to share! can't say the same about the looks department..."

"yeah, you were seriously unlucky there."

atsumu gasped, shooting you a look of absolute betrayal. "your kind, generous, drop dead handsome boyfriend went out of his way to cook dinner, and this is how you repay him?!"

your shoulders shook as you laughed, and gingerly took his hands in yours, leading him to the dining table. there sat an uncharacteristically pristine plate of rice balls, his chest puffed up in pride as your eyebrows raised in mild surprise.

you hate to admit it's romantic. especially if you ignore the five containers shoved in the depths of your fridge, filled with his failed attempts, and his messages with his twin, begging for tips on how to cook without burning the kitchen down.

"are you almost done?"

you offered wakatoshi a noncommittal hum. "few more edits, and i'll be finished." the sound of clicking filled the room as you mindlessly typed away at your keyboard, eyes glued to the screen.

he nodded, then turned around, and walked out of the room. you took your attention away from what you were writing for a few seconds to glance at the empty spot where your boyfriend had been sitting. a part of you had considered getting up to find him, but alas, this paper was due in an hour.

a few minutes later, he returned. a glass of water in one hand, and a small bowl of sliced apples in the other. he placed them on your desk before moving behind you. his hands made their way to your shoulders, carefully massaging them as if pushing too hard would cause you to shatter.

it was amusing, how his large stature contrasted his gentle touch with you. you could almost forget that this was the same man ranked among the top three aces in japan, the same man with some of the most monstrous spikes. he'd trade his force for a moment of pure gentleness and care with you.

you leaned into his touch like it was second nature, your head touching his torso. your eyes automatically fluttered shut as a content sigh left you. the dull ache in your shoulders from being hunched over your computer for hours seemed to completely wash away from his ministrations.

"thanks, toshi." you mumbled, moving a hand from your keyboard to his hand, giving him a small squeeze. a noise of acknowledgement left him, it was deep, rumbling from his chest as he offered you a small, but genuine smile. wakatoshi knew he wasn't the best with his words, but he hoped these small actions spoke enough about his love for you.

an irl gave me these ideas, luv u and ur big brain greyps!!!

#my favoritism for atsumu was strong in this 1 #♡ crumpled paper #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #tendou satori #tendou x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader

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omi-boshi · 2 months

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been having massive brainworms of yachi and kiyoomi meeting in college and becoming close friends + yachi having to play wingman for kiyoomi when he meets you

cannot stop thinking about unlikely friends yachi and kiyoomi. they probably first met during nationals in kiyoomi's last year in itachiyama. maybe she piqued his interest when he heard her tell hinata to go back to the bathroom and wash his hands properly. they met again in uni and stuck together until they graduated and had to part ways because of their career choices.

and it probably was a gradual thing too, how they became friends. with kiyoomi being generally prickly and yachi being so shy. they just started sitting at the same table one day in the library. then, small nods of acknowledgment became hesitant attempts at small talk. then, it turned into kiyoomi crashing into the chair across from yachi that he has deemed his throughout the semester and immediately complaining about some professor while yachi nods in sympathy. then, it turned into yachi buying two orders of her coffee for that day because she knew kiyoomi would try stealing her coffee under the guise of "i just wanted to try what sugary concoction you brought today, hitoka. c'mon." that he swears he doesn't like. they probably also have matching keychains that kiyoomi bought for them on a whim one day when he was out in the city. and kiyoomi was definitely the person yachi had on speed dial for when she went on dates that started well but ended up making her uncomfortable. and in turn, yachi was the first one he told about you, about the person he was paired up with for a class presentation. she was the first to notice when kiyoomi started crushing on you, even before he himself realized. to notice the way kiyoomi would stare at you longer than necessary, gaze warm with an undercurrent of longing. and the way it might not be as one-sided as kiyoomi deemed it was when she catches you stealing glances at him when you think no one was looking. and naturally, yachi is the first to set the both of you up, ditching the hangout the three of you planned with motoya and tsukasa (that was two weeks in the making, mind you) because "ah, sorry! a very important deadline was moved to today and motoya, tsukasa-san, and i haven't even done half of it." kiyoomi would be disgruntled at how bad that excuse was because the three of them aren't even in the same classes, let alone groupings. and he tells yachi as much. you are none the wiser of course. "i'm really sorry!!! i was so excited too :(( we'll make it up to you both okay? xo" yachi would send to you and to kiyoomi, "if you don't end up kissing them by the end of tonight, don't even bother texting me. good luck!" - [Today 10:19PM] thanks, hitoka

#editing the post to avoid confusion hsagdgajd ;;;;#just. (slams fist on the table) give me platonic omiyachi #this was sitting in my drafts and i don't remember if i ever posted this or a version of this so /*shrugs #i just love kiyoomi making unlikely friends ;;;;; he needs to make up for all the years he didn't #yachi would be so excited too to play wingman cus this would be the first time she would see kiyoomi take interest in Anybody #yachi: at least one of us should have a good love life. i'll make sure of it.#san's omi brainrot #san's blobs #sakusa x reader #sakusa x gn!reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa drabble #sakusa headcanons #haikyuu #hq fluff

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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You thought he was kidding. Honestly!

Kiyoomi was known for his stubbornness and long fits of pouting holding strong on a point he’d made, but the situation ended hours ago, you thought you’d apologized enough, why was he still being so cruel.

“Kiyoomi, you can’t be serious-“

“I want you to stay on your side of the bed.”

“I can’t sleep without you holding me!”

“You bit me six times today, fuck off!”

Okay. In his defense, Kiyoomi did warn you. He knew you liked to… well… bite, it was something you did to convey your cute aggression (you bit him in place of dogs and babies because you can’t bite them, and that’s the only reason he made this conclusion.)

But in your defense, he’s just so pretty! He’s so handsome while doing the most mundane things, like folding the laundry or flicking through channels on the tv, which were each times you got him today; but it seemed like the final straw was in the shower.

“You came in, asked me for a fucking hug while I was showering, I let you get undressed and come into my. shower. And you bit me in the ribs!” He lifts up his shirt to reveal the left side of his ribs, which look so pretty butterflied out as he stretches, the bite mark settling pink on his smooth, pale skin- “you’re literally going to do it again! I see that feral look in your eye!”

You pout and paw at him as he pulls his shirt down, “I won’t do it again tonight!”

“‘Tonight’,” he scoffs.

“You’re just so yummy, so handsome so perfect so pretty-“

“I’m not Atsumu, you can’t sway me with cute words.”

“Pleaaaaase!” You whine, ignoring his wishes and crawling on top of him. He’s groaning in annoyed agony, but not making any moves to actually still your body. “Let me cuddle you.”

“I don’t want you to cuddle me,” he grumbles, grabbing a pillow to shove between your face and his. You gently nudge it away with your nose, and he groans in defeat. Despite his facade, his arm is keeping you tight to him, still just as comforting and protective as he always could do.

He sighs, “if I feel one fucking gnasher on me, I swear to god.”

“No biting,” you agree, burying your face into his neck. It doesn’t take long, however, for you to start mouthing at his neck, and he groans out in faux agony and lets his arms drop from holding you.

“I’m gonna cry,” he whines around some soft snickers, one of his massive hands coming up to scrub his face. You laugh too, trying your best to nudge him to have his arms around you. “I’m so annoyed at you right now, I just want to sleep. Go away you freak.”

Snorting, you plant a few kisses of truce on his chin and jawline, “you’re literally so dramatic, shut up. You love me and you know it.” Just as a reminder of that, you softly bite at his jawline, relishing in the way he grumbles out but doesn’t make a move to shove you away.

Kiyoomi sighs as he finally lowers his hand, the glare he sends you is weak and shrouded in amusement. “I do,” he mumbles, one of his hands moving to settle on your lower back, his thumb stroking the dimples softly. “And I’ve never forgiven myself for that.”

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noirflms · 9 months

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୧ ˚₊ LUCKY RITUAL — sakusa kiyoomi

it’s your and his thing before he goes to stand on the court and win the game.

kiyoomi is not an affectionate man, yet he had his heart out to you – all yours to keep. he isn’t a big fan of his love in the public, a rather private escapade is what love is to him. from kisses he steals from you away from the eyes of the paparazzi in the bounds of your shared home is love to him – not the way that miya atsumu has a new girl on his arm every now and then.

it was not easy for you to make the man open up to you. it was way difficult that you had thought it will be. he was sheltered, a boy bound to his very own bubble and not letting anyone enter it. he hated when anyone crossed this bubble of his – even his cousin komori was cautious of it.

it was not in him let someone in so easily. he was a man within his walls, a man who didn’t like others to enter in them. but that changed when he met you.

you were rather eccentric and quite the opposite of him. you were open when he was so hard to read, you loved people and he hated them. you were like the sun while he was the moon and he wasn’t far away from this ideal prospect which he had created in his mind. to him – you were never meant to be his, yet here he is now, surrounded by his teammates in the locker rooms who kiss their partners with a goal to win in mind.

“ you’re thinking too hard , omi. ” he is brought of his stupor at the sound of your voice. you stand beside him with his hand holding onto yours. he has no heart to let go yet and you make out when his grip on your hand turn tighter and you don’t miss the chance to squeeze it in reassurance.

“ you make me think too hard. ” he musters, his voice muffled due to the mask he wears and the words sure do make your eyes widen but you soon your lips break into a huge grin. the sound of your chuckles makes his eyes soften as he looks at you, his thumbs drawing circles on the back of your hand – a thing he does when he feels nervous around many every now and then.

“ you’ll do good. i know. ”

your words make him sigh. it’s heavy as it takes through his whole body. he washes out the noisy teammates of his as he leans down to rest his head on your shoulder. he hates the way you make him feel and he certainly hates the butterflies you give him even after all these years. he feels your fingers brush through his curly tuft of hair and another sigh of relief is released.

the sound of the loud voice of the announcer echoes through the locker room. all players of his team ready to head out, assuring their partners they’ll be fine, they’ll be good. it is then all are pouring out of the room, calls of kiyoomi’s name are said aloud, telling him to be quick, hinata waving his hand at you and so does bokuto with a huge smile on his face, atsumu being pulled by the ear by their captain as he waves at you with a pain stricken look while sakusa watches it all.

as all walk out, it is you and him that are left behind. he has hands still on your waist, he doesn’t want to move. but he knows he has to, he has to rush out their and win, be the good ol’ sakusa kiyoomi he has always been.

“ will you win? ” your voice makes his eyes turn to you, his fingers are turning to pull his mask off, and amidst the silence his lips land on yours, he gets the taste of your cherry chapstick – it is always the one you wear to his matches. it is your and his little ritual before the match, to share a kiss before he smashes his opponents in the court.

it’s a lucky ritual of his, one he never forgets to do before any match. it took him a while to turn accustomed to it, but he likes it, he likes the way he gets to kiss you with the rush of adrenaline in him before the match, he likes it when a kiss shared with you ignites him whole. he likes to kiss you is all and that he is something he’d never deny. your laugh into the kiss finding it sudden, and you know his lips would smell off your cherry chapstick as well.

“ of course, i’ve got my luck with me. ”

that is all you hear before he steals a kiss of your lips and is rushing through the hallway to his team as you laugh looking at the tall man in a hurry. he’s always been like this, yet it is you who makes him a man like this and he would never change a thing about this.

highlighter sakusa >>>>

#౨ৎ ⋆˚｡⋆ 𝒔.tamped #i love my curly haired pookie sakusa #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #hq sakusa #msby sakusa #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa x reader #sakusa x y/n #haikyuu fluff #haikyu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #sakusa fluff #sakusa imagines #sakusa scenarios #sakusa drabble

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miyasins · 2 years

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no but the thing isssss sakusa kiyoomi is a light sleeper and can’t fall asleep unless his face is smushed into your chest and your arms are wrapped around him, fingers buried in his curls, carding through it soothingly. sometimes sleepily asks you to give him kisses, but he’s too lazy to tilt his head up so you’re just placing kisses in his hair ugh. he’s also got your leg perched against his hip and all because he wants to be as close to you as possible. if it’s during the summer heat, you may be able to negotiate with him about the position, but there wouldn’t be a point when kiyoomi installs an air conditioner the next day.

#miyasins — hq #HE’S MY COMFORT CHARACTER #no talk me i sad #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa x y/n #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #hq #haikyu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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long term boyfie! kiyoomi who’s now off- season and at home a lot more, who dreads when you leave for work.

“do you prefer your sandwiches cut diagonally?”kiyoomi hollers from the kitchen. you huff as you try to preen your blazer correctly, toddling downstairs to answer him. a pretty pink apron adorns his toned figure, “ anything, kiyo,” you sigh grabbing your bottle. he doesn’t miss your dismissive tone - but says nothing. “ do you want grapes? and they’re the green ones, i know you like-,” ,” kiyoomi , i’m going to work. not a field trip.” you deadpan.

your raven haired lover pouts with his back turned to you, and as he packs up your lunch he moves toward you. smoothing your hair and softly squeezing your shoulders, he sighs. “ you don’t have to be mean, y’know,” he mutters ,” i’m trying to be supportive here.” he says with a faux tone of hurt. a smile pulls at your lips as you flick his forehead, “ well then try harder,” you challenge.

he smirks down at your put- together figure as a small ‘ oh yeah?’ leaves his supple lips , grabbing you and prompting a fit of giggles. he kisses and gnaws at your sweet skin , before you truly know it, you’re late to work.

kiyoomi hates when you have to leave for work, but as long as you have moments like this, he doesn’t really mind as much.

don’t tell anyone, but when i see ppl w kiyoomi’s name in their user i immediately stalk them and mentally take note of them</333 kiyo lovers unite

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #domestic sakusa fluff #domestic haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fluff #sakusa drabbles #sakusa kiyoomi drabbles #sakusa headcanons #my actual boyfie u guys.

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kyopmi · 2 years

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getting all ready for bed with sakusa kiyoomi, tucked in and the lights already out, but you suddenly get the giggles thinking of a silly joke from weeks ago and you cannot stop laughing. you try shoving the blanket over your mouth in an attempt to stifle your laughter and hoping it won’t disturb him, but with the way your shoulders are shaking and with your adorable muffled snickers, how could it not?

eventually, kiyoomi has enough — he has practice early tomorrow and needs his beauty sleep — so he just fully grabs you in his arms and all but squishes you against himself, trying to stop your movements so he can go to sleep. unfortunately for him, his plan backfires as your laughter only seems to increase at his actions, with your face squished into his chest and hands gripping his t-shirt. kiyoomi groans and grumbles something about the time being past midnight and that you’re gonna get nightmares if you don’t stop soon.

although, while you’re trying to apologize in between giggles, you miss the smile that’s on kiyoomi’s own face, because in the end, he loves it the most when you’re happy.

#what a cheesy ending ugh i love this man too much #this was in my drafts and inspired by a real life event but the joke wasnt even that funny #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #hq x reader #haikyuu x you #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu fluff #&works

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kiwanopie · 1 year

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Biggest Fan

boyfriend!kiyoomi part VI! one (1) instance of suggestion tooth rotting fluff. 1.3k

Belatedly, he realizes his request to have you move in with him may have been a little redundant.

You two traded keys within the twelve month mark in your relationship, by a year and a half were you coming back from your respective jobs to find the other somewhere cozied up in your respective flats. Fights didn’t really change much to the routine. Maybe a passive aggressive comment to clean your kitchen when he was too miffed at you to do it himself, a high protein lunch “Not!! made with love >:(!” But nothing could ever come between him and having his arms wrapped around you by nightfall. By year two, you were giving your clients the number to the fax at his place. Since ‘Why buy a new one when I’ve got a perfectly good one (that I just bought) at my apartment?”

Now, at year three - Full home office set up in his quaint little penthouse apartment, tenant parking spot, and a front office that signs his alerts with “To the recipients of…” He can’t really wrap his head around why you’re still paying rent at your old apartment? He knows you visit sometimes but hardly enough to keep paying for it. And even as he pads his socked feet around your modest living room, he finds it mostly bare save for a thrifted coffee table and a suede couch he’s fucked you on way too many times to count.

You push another box to him from the threshold of the hallway, another one that sounds a little glassy when he picks it up. “Seriously, what's in these?”

“Just two more of those, baby.” He hears you wheeze. “Then we’ll drop the keys off at the front desk.”

“Do you need any help?”

“Nu-uh.” You punctuate with a grunt.

Kiyoomi knits his brows at the box but turns his heel for the balcony anyway.

Although, maybe the decision to have you move in just yet was a little asinine. He’s been thinking of buying a house. One with a nice view of the stars and the city lights - right on the cusp of the rural area but not a full on road trip to the city; with a big lawn and grassy hedges, white picket fence, open windows, and a mailbox with your names on it.

Or name.

Kiyoomi almost drops the box when those October winds start to nip through his jacket. The falling sky promises something much colder as he tips his reddened nose to the clouds, and watches as they darken with rumbling rain.

It doesn’t take him but a few long strides to get back to the second level where you are, strenuously pushing the next much bigger box into the living room.

“Do you have a coat? It’s gonna start to rain soon.”

You sigh a little tiredly to yourself. “I’m already pretty heated up from all this moving, a little rain won’t hurt.”

“No, you’ll get sick.” Kiyoomi parries. “I’ll put you in my jacket then. I can just run to the car.”

“Nu-uh. I don’t want you to over exert yourself, Omi. You’ve got a game coming up, remember? If anyone shouldn’t be getting sick it’s you.”

You follow his movements as he bends for one of the boxes, avoiding the second much lighter one as you nudge it in his view. “Besides, I doubt it’ll start raining before we can drive back to Tokyo. Forecast says the storm will just miss us.”

Kiyoomi shorts you a glance that’s mostly concerned with the loaded box in front of him. “I- Angel, I still don’t want you to get sick. I can handle a little overwork. You, I very much doubt.”

“Ok, wow. What’s that supposed to- Oh wait, baby that one’s really heavy-“

He lifts it up like it’s nothing.

“Oh…” You gawp. “Right. Pro-athlete.”

Kiyoomi scoffs in favor of letting your astonished gape boost his ego. Though his eyes do catch on the little sliver of polished oak peeking through the box in his hands.

He tilts his head. “What’s this?”

- You break out in a full sweat.

“Uh- W-Wait, wait, baby don’t-“

He’s already swerving to the side to dodge you. Long muscled limbs suddenly too lithe to catch as he turns his shoulder to duck your attempts to stop him, and missing the way you moue at the realization that Christ, you forgot this guy was still somebody’s little brother.

Which means beside his usual indifferent candor, he evades your efforts to stop him from peaking inside with the kind of goading of someone used to slinking away with something he shouldn’t have. Even as you whine he half taunts at the way you try to get a hold of him. “What? What is-“

Kiyoomi nudges open the seal a little more. “Are these posters?”

“Omi-“

“Are these my posters?”

“Stop-“

“Have you been-“ He almost wants to laugh. You’re jumping. “Have you been collecting my posters? All this time?”

“Can you just-“

“Oh, you framed them too.”

“S-Stop it!”

Kiyoomi actually does laugh this time. Like, he actually laughs. And you know it’s supposed to be mean but it flutters out with such genuine mirth that it gives you butterflies. It makes you feel hot to the apples of your cheeks and punches you in the gut with the kind of love struck ardor that should’ve worn off over three years ago - but hasn’t. ~ He cards his eyes through the box. You watch him. But instead of horror or disgust, or worse the realization that his girlfriend might be a little lamer than he originally thought;

It’s pride. Honest to god delight that raises his lips over his teeth and turns his cheeks a little chubby. Zeal, and glee, and that kind of love struck ardor that should’ve worn off over three years ago -

But hasn’t. “Why have you been hiding these? We could’ve kept these next to all your stuff I keep.”

“All my…?”

“Your diploma, your board certificate, your license,” Kiyoomi absently taps his fingers against the box. Which as he does you all but stiffen at the realization. You figured he encouraged you to make copies because it was safer having a backup, and when you found them framed in his hallway later on you thought nothing of it. I mean, he has a lot of frames in his hallway. Family pictures, the Photo Booth reel from your first date, some miscellaneous pictures of his two siblings,

Your graduation picture, your first anniversary photo, the picture he made you take before your first day as a therapist-

Oh.

Kiyoomi gestures you forward as he starts the motion of walking to his car. “With the way you iced me out before we started dating I was worried you didn’t even like volleyball.”

“Of course I like volleyball?” If the little fan trinkets in the box you’re carrying should mean anything. “I’ve been to like all of your games?”

“Yeah, I know that now,”

He makes the motion of shimming his jacket down his shoulders as he carefully sits the box where the others are, easily lifting the final one out of your grasp as he passes it over; and the way his biceps pop out of his t-shirt makes you shudder when he lifts his arms to close the trunk.

His jacket is warm, it smells just like him. “But you were sure playing coy when we first got together.”

- You, again, break into a sweat.

The way your nose crinkles up in embarrassment is honestly enough to have him suppressing a smirk when he turns to you again. Albeit poorly. Seriously, this guy seems intent on teasing you into the mud today.

“Well!” You stammer. “Because-“

“Well, because!” Kiyoomi kisses you on the forehead as you gasp at the way he openly mocks you. “Shut up. You’re so cute it’s stupid.”

He pinches your cheeks when you rightfully pout at him. “And fix your face. It’ll get stuck like that.”

“When did you become such a bully?!”

“Somewhere between “Can you be my girlfriend?” and “I love you too.””

He titters a little as you grumble your way into the car.

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