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omi-boshi · 1 month

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"I don't recall agreeing to be a glorified weighted blanket when I decided to come over." Kiyoomi chuckles from his place on your chest, legs tangling with your own, arms curled around your back. You kiss his forehead, your smile mirroring his. "You didn't? I thought it came with being a boyfriend?" "What? Crushing the love of my life with my entire body weight? I think I missed the patch notes for that update." He teases. "Oh, shut it, you loser." You roll your eyes, pulling his head closer to your chest to smother his laughter. "Just cuddle me. Please." "No," He huffs out his dissent, softened around the edges by the motions of your hands in his hair, and all the while his arms tighten around you. "You're asking for a lot after calling me a loser." You feel rather than hear his words as he mutters them into your — his — shirt. "I'm sorry, you big baby." The snort he lets out in response pulls your grin wider. "Whatever shall I do to regain your favor once more?"

He pinches you lightly for your dramatics; your exaggerated posh tone startling into a yelp. "Pancakes would be nice." A sharp inhale punctuates his words as you tug his hair harshly in retaliation, before smoothing it out in apology. "Only if we can go out and have ice cream after." "And of course, I'm paying since you'll conveniently 'forget' your wallet, huh?"

"That was one time!" He chuckles at your outburst. Turning his head just enough to leave a kiss on your collarbone, he halts your tirade before the words even have the chance to form in your throat. "Of course, baby." Then, he places one last placating kiss under your chin before both of you succumb to the coziness of the atmosphere.

#sakusa kiyoomi #i always think about silly lil arguments while cuddling in bed when i think of kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #haikyuu fic #sakusa fic #haikyuu fluff #san's blobs #sakusa x gn!reader #sakusa x you #sakusa x self insert #haikyuu x y/n #sakusa x y/n

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omiisangel · 1 year

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kiyoomi sending you a gym selfie — ੈ♡˳·

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#𐐪𐑂 — kiyoomi #iyns.art #sakusa x you #sakusa x self insert #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #hq sakusa #sakusa fanart #haikyuu sakusa #msby #haikyuu art #haikyuu x you

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joyaphoria · 1 year

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growing up, kiyoomi never had many friends.

he didn’t know how to talk to the other kids, and so he wasn’t very good at socializing.

having curly hair didn’t help either, because while his moms friends called him adorable and fluffed it, the other kids just thought it was weird.

‘you aren’t normal!’ they would shriek, running down the hall when he would approach them. ‘normal kids have straight hair!’

when kiyoomi would come home, sometimes with a trembling lip as he struggled to contain his whimpers, his mom would twist one of the ‘abnormal’ curls around her finger.

“there’s no such thing as normal, baby.” she would whisper against his head. “kids just aren’t used to things that they don’t see everyday.”

knowing that his curls were popular with the adults made him feel a little better, but it didn’t change the fact that he still wasn’t accepted amongst his peers.

then one day, a new student was introduced to the class.

the other kids were fascinated with you, because you moved around a lot, and came here from abroad; the teachers were just as in awe, because even at the young age of ten, you spoke both japanese and english.

you’ve been to so many places around the world, that the other kids began to trust in your opinion of what was and wasn’t cool.

and so one day during recess, while kiyoomi was playing on the swings, the same troublesome group of kids came after him.

“he looks like he’s wearing a mop!” one of the girls shrieked. “no way! even i wouldn’t use that to clean the floor!” a boy retorted.

kiyoomi closed his eyes and ignored them as he kicked his legs on the swing, urging it to go higher. block them out, his mom had told him. show them that they aren’t important.

and kiyoomi was trying, he really was, but the things they said got nastier and nastier, until one of them said “no way his momma touches that mop!”

his lip was trembling by the end, and he hung his head to save himself from the embarrassment of being seen crying.

“where i’ve been, curls are super cool.”

and all the giggling and snickers went quiet, as kiyoomi looked up to find you, arms crossed as you stared down the other kids. “bullying isn’t though, and the big kids would usually come to hang you upside down.”

their eyes went wide in fear as the scrambled away, leaving omi on the swing with his head bowed and cheeks tear stained, his curls shielding his face.

“i think your curls are great,” you exclaim, taking a seat in the swing next to his. “my big sister has curls too, and she styles them really pretty!”

kiyoomi blinks, slowly looking up to meet your eyes. you smile even brighter, and kiyoomi’s cheeks heat when you ask, “may i touch your hair?”

nobody had ever asked, not even his moms friends who did it regardless.

and maybe he was just so used to the names he’s been called, because he asks, “aren’t you afraid that you’ll get cursed? or that worms will crawl out?”

and kiyoomi watches as you burst into laughter, so hard, that the other kids were turning their heads to whisper and mumble. “if touching curly hair curses me, im way passed saving!”

kiyoomi finds himself smiling faintly alongside you, before tilting his head towards you, as a silent way of approving.

he listens as you hold one of his curls, exclaiming, “it’s so soft! your ma takes care of them so nicely!”

and ever since that day, kiyoomi had grown attached to you.

you guys became the best of friends; occasional play dates, sleepovers, always together at school, and always confiding in each other. you two were inseparable, and you made kiyoomi’s elementary days less and less insufferable.

that is until you turned twelve, and kiyoomi found out that you were moving away again.

“my dad found a job back up in canada,” you explained hesitantly one day at recess, as you both sat side by side on the swings. “my dad doesn’t like to stay in one place for too long, and it turns out that my mom has been pushing the move back for some time now.”

you don’t mention that it’s because you’ve been begging her not to go, your little heart suffocating at the thought of leaving your best friend behind.

kiyoomi hangs his head — just like that day two years ago — shielding the world from the tears that were making their way down his face.

“i’m sorry, omi.” you whisper, entangling your tiny hand with his. he can hear the sincerity in your soft voice, and the way it trembles tells him that he isn’t the only one loosing a special part of him. “one day when i’m older, i’ll find you again.”

kiyoomi lifts his head once more, finding courage in your oath. “you promise?” because kiyoomi had never had been promised anything, just the small things from his parents, that were often forgotten about.

this, though, isn’t small. this is big and important, and it’s a promise that you need to keep, if made. “i promise, omi.”

and kiyoomi is guilty of forgetting about you by the time he becomes a teenager, because let’s face it; you were children. your little hearts had entangled and grown fond of each other, but eventually, you were no more than the first friend he had made in kindergarten, long since forgotten about.

little does he know, come twelve years, you would most definitely find your newly grown hearts, once again, entangled.

#—joysministuffs #—joyisromantic #—joylovesyou #sakusa kiyomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa drabble #sakusa drabbles #sakusa fluff #sakusa #kiyomi #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x self insert #sakusa x y/n #ok this was in my drafts

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eunoiaaaivy · 2 years

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Maybe we were meant to be after all

tw: enemies to friends to lovers, marriage, a bit of angst, family issues.

notes: please tell me if I forgot something but nonetheless this is me trying to write a sad scenario which is totally cringe but hey, imaginations! also lowercase intended! <3

maybe you guys were meant to be after all. sakusa never thought that he would end up with you. but hey, life is full of surprises. his younger self would be disgusted with his current self right now. after all you guys hated each other when you guys were younger. competing in different categories, just to prove one's point. well, truthfully, everything was fair. you two would always end up with fair scores. not that it was special or anything, it meant nothing really but it was more of a "you lose, i win this competition" fight. he hated the way you would accomplish something far more better than him before. he hated how you could be nonchalant and lowkey about life. he hated everything about you. hated, past tense. that was all over the moment he found you crying in your dorm. you looked so vulnerable, so so vulnerable. he tried to help you and found out that you had issues with your family. who wouldn't cry under all those pressure? who wouldn't cry when your highest achievements were nothing to your family? who wouldn't be disappointed when they treat your siblings the way you wanted to be treated? it's disappointing. when he found out, he felt more guilty than ever. you guys competed for high grades, but it was always something more. it was you trying to prove to your family that you were far more better than your siblings which weren't acknowledged at all. it was you trying to fight your way everyday to be acknowledged even once. it was all that. so maybe that's why you're always disappointed with yourself when your grade is not perfect. even if it was a two point mistake. it was why you always wanted things to be perfect. he understands now. sakusa understands now. so he tried his best and became friends with you. which turned out to something more. after all why would you be walking down the aisle right now if you guys weren't meant to be. maybe you guys were meant to be after all in the end.

© Astaaaaa. Please do not steal my works or plots. This is a work of fiction and is not associated with the real anime/manga/manhwa plot. If anyone has done this before please tag me! Thank you very much! Reblogs are appreciated and thank you very much for reading!

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etherealbxbyy · 2 years

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PRETTY LITTLE LIES

warnings: angst (i sux at it but it’s ok) no comfort.

character: sakusa

a/n: okay look, i’m still a new writer… son probably won’t be angsty as much as i want to because i’m still a beginner… so like, bear with me <33

“you’re seriously mad now? it’s not even that deep sakusa!” you snapped, walking behind as you tried to catch his attention, but his long legs were doing him too much justice.

he turned around running his fingers through his hair, trying to steady his anger that is about to explode. “not deep?not fucking deep? are you fucking with me y/n?!” he snapped, gripping your shoulders.

you jumped at his sudden outburst of anger. you held his wrists, but for him to remove them. “do not fucking touch me. you lied? to you own boyfriend? you’re really like a slut.” he yelled at you.

sakusa loved you so much, but after finding out you were sticking your tongue down your ex’s throat he was pissed with you, and you passed every line and rule of a relationship he can think of. sakusa had nothing to do with from now, so he’s in the parking lot, trying to get into the apartment building with you being on his tail like a lost puppy.

“sakusa that was long ago!” you yelled at him. sakusa didn’t fall for it because he saw it himself, he saw it last weekend at atsumu’s party.

“you like telling lies, don’t you? always wanting to be appreciated and cared for, but guess what? you’ll never receive fucking comfort from me.” sakusa pushed you aside, walking to the apartment building and immediately shutting the door in your face.

sakusa was hurt and the only way he coped was snapping at people, giving them what they deserve. that’s what he was doing to you, giving you your punishment of not caring for you. he hated you lying to him, always manipulating him to forgive you. and, he had enough of it.

he got into your shared apartment with him, grabbing his things and shoving them into his duffel bag and suitcase. he wanted to get out his shit of apartment he called ‘home’ and not wanting to turn back.

you on the other hand were getting into the apartment, pushing open the bedroom door, “sakusa, just hear me out!” you begged, walking to him and pushing him onto the bed but he didn’t budge.

“i got other things to do than be in a room with you. why don’t you go choke on your ex’s dick.” sakusa retorted.

he got everything into his bags but he forgot one thing… the necklace. he held out his hand to you, pointing to the diamond necklace. you held the necklace in your closed hand, trying to process what he wanted… until, it hit you. he wanted the necklace. tears stream down your face, hesitatingly going behind your neck and unhooking the necklace.

“can we—“

“no. give me the fucking necklace.” sakusa groused.

you let out a soft, quiet cry as tears came down at a rampant pace.

“i love you, sakusa.”

“i did too baby, i really did. but, you did this to yourself.”

i had gym class, that’s why this shit is short 🥲 i apologize.

- bella

#sakusa imagines #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa angst #sakusa x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu #hq sakusa #angst #no comfort #sakusa x self insert #haikyuu angst #hq angst #haikyuu hcs

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clubkira · 6 months

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

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

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (koutarou bokuto, morisuke yaku, kiyoomi sakusa & tobio kageyama). fluff. downbad fiancés. suggestive jokes & allusions to sex. petnames. alcohol. overseas!kageyama & yaku (LDR). reader lives in japan (does not equal being japanese). a little angst.

notes. this part is… a little long! sit down for it ❤︎

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part one can be read here.

dear future husband m.list // hq. masterlist.

KOUTAROU BOKUTO.

“Been awhile since I last drank,” Bokuto cracks his knuckles upon seeing the many selections of beer he gets to choose, fingers twitching eagerly as they hover over the bottles. “Wonder what I should get…”

You sigh beside him jokingly, nudging his shoulder with your elbow, “We don’t have all day, Kou.”

“I’m just looking!” He chuckles, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

He randomly picks up a bottle of Sapporo, rotating it in his hands before nodding to himself, “This seems good!”

You place your hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the studio for a final run through before the broadcast, “Alright, Kou. Now let’s get this started!”

The NHK film crew do a final mic and sound check when you arrive as a staff member seats you both at the table in the centre of the studio, a pile of cards with questions written on them, two shot glasses and the Sapporo bottle your fiancé picked out lined on it’s top.

After fiddling with the microphones hidden inside your clothes, the crew give you two a thumbs up and rush back to their cameras to start the recording.

Bokuto’s entire body is turned towards the cameras, sitting on the edge of his seat as he eagerly greets the viewers, “Hey! I’m Koutarou Bokuto,” he catches your eyes with a bright smile, grabbing your hand from across the table, “And this is my fiancée!”

“And we’ve been together for three years now,” You finish for him, hands folded neatly on the table, the cameras pan to show off the engagment rings that sits prettily on both you and Bokuto’s fingers.

“Four months engaged.”

“And we’re playing truth or drink!” You and Bokuto announce happily together, smiling at each other before turning your bodies back to face the cameras. The film crew adjust their angles, moving their cameras off their stands to get better opening shots of you and your fiancé.

“You guys ready to play?” The head camera crew member asks, giving you the okay to start the game.

The studio lights illuminate the white backdropped room, enveloping your eyes in waves whenever you stare at the camera lenses for a little too long.

You and Bokuto nod as he shifts his gaze towards you, “Want me to go first, Baby?” He asks, already grabbing his shot glass and the bottle of Sapporo. You giggle, “So eager to get drunk, Kou?”

“I told you, it’s been awhile!” He beams, pouring out the alcohol carefully into his shot and grabbing the top card from the pile on the table.

“What do you like most about me?” he reads aloud, looking up at you curiously, “I’m pretty sure you’ve told me this exact answer before.”

“Have I?” you tilt your head in thought, thinking the question over, “I mean, probably. It has been three years, after all.”

Bokuto places the card face down on his side of the table, combing through his hair, “I think when we first started dating, you told me it was my hair.”

“It is nice,” you agree, causing Bokuto to start laughing and in turn making you giggle as well. The two of you are already giddy and snickering despite no alcohol being present in your systems yet, “But I think now that we’re engaged, I can give a more detailed answer.”

“Oh?”

He leans over the table excitedly, a wide grin plastered across his face, “Tell me, Baby! What do you like most about me?” His hand is still placed atop of yours, the perfectly cut gems in both of your rings twinkling in sync underneath the studio lights, perfectly complimenting you fiancé’s eyes.

You hum in faux thought for a moment before smirking, “Hmm, your muscles.”

Bokuto’s smile drops slightly to a pout, still keeping his bright composure while masking his lowered grin, “Awe, Baby I thought you were going to say something like, real deep and emotional!” He jests, “Like how you love that I make you smile, y’know?”

You throw your head back in laughter, nudging his shoulder with your free hand, “I’m kidding, Kou!” Your smile is genuine when you see how disappointed he was at first at your reply, looking straight into his eyes as a way reassure him.

“Yes, Kou. What I like most is that you make me the happiest every day I’m with you.”

His smile brightens significantly, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips as he leans back into his chair, “Damn, played by my own girl.”

He slides the pile of cards over to you with a mischievous smirk, “Not that I’m complaining.”

You take the top card off the pile and read it over, fingers twirling the empty shot glass in your hands. Your lips purse as you try to contain the giggles making their way up your throat while reading the question on the card, hands quivering in silent laughter.

“Have you ever wanted to fuck one of our friends while with me?” Bokuto’s eyes seem to pop out of his head at the vast difference and shift in questions, turning to the NHK staff while laughing, “Are you sure this is okay to broadcast?”

The film crew nod, to which Bokuto shrugs, “Alright, then,” before turning back to you. “Uhh, can I just like- take a shot right now?”

“You’d rather drink than not tell me?” You joke, pouring out the Sapporo for your fiancé, “Damn, Kou. Do I not satisfy you enough?”

“Of course you do!” He corrects himself hastily, “It’s just, uh..” he leans in closer to you whisper in your ear quietly, “I don’t want to say Atsumu on national T.V...”

Your hand flies to your mouth in shock, shoulders shaking as you try to contain your cackles, “Atsumu?” you repeat in a hushed tone, making sure you heard him correctly. “Him?”

“He’s got nice hair!”

You both start to laugh at how hair seems to be a common appealing trait you notice in people. Shaking your head in mock disappointment, you shove the stack of questions back over to your fiancé’s side for his turn.

“What is the most embarrassing thing you caught me doing when I thought I was alone?” Bokuto asks, reading from the card he picked off the top of the pile and glancing back up at you.

You hum in thought for a moment, pondering the question.

“Uhm, I think that time you were rehearsing your Valentines day speech to me before we went out to eat at that restaurant a few years ago,” you reveal cautiously, “but you were using a pillow with a photo of my face taped on it as a stand-in.”

Bokuto’s jaw drops at the revelation, nearly falling out of his chair from the shock of what you just divulged to him, “You were there? Watching me do that?”

You have to practically fight the cackle bubbling it’s way up your throat, a smile creeping onto your face when you answer, “Yes, Kou. But it was sweet, so I didn’t mention it to you.”

“You kept that a secret for two years?” He asks again, and you nod.

Your fiancé’s face remains stunned for a few more moments before breaking out into a smile of his own, hand running down his face while laughing to himself. “Damn, I must’ve looked so dumb.”

“I thought it was cute!” You attempt to salvage things, giggling as you pick up the next question card, this time it’s for Bokuto.

“What part of wedding planning is the most challenging part for you?”

“The money…” He pouts, taking the card from you to read it over again before turning to the cameras.

“Weddings are so damn expensive— Did you know wedding flowers can cost up to two million yen?” He exclaims in shock, “For flowers!”

You sigh, plucking the question card from his hand and setting aside on his pile with a smile, “This is why you should leave the financial decisions to me, Kou. Our floral arrangements will not be that expensive, I can assure you.”

“Of course, Baby,” he grins, “I trust you completely on that,” his hands move to pick up the next card, lifting the corner and taking a peek at the question before flipping it over and reading it.

“What is something you’ve wanted to try in the bedroom but haven’t told me about?”

“Impact play,” comes your answer a bit too hastily to be considered normal.

Bokuto has a silent stare off with you for a few seconds after before you both break out in hysterical laughter, your fiancé cackling at how fast and prepared you were when you answered while you exclaim that’s why you could never tell him.

“Baby, that was so fast!” Bokuto reels over the table, pounding his fist into the wood while howling with laughter, gripping his empty shot glass in hand.

“Were you— were you that prepared to answer?”

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you make an attempt to defend your response, “I know you’d absolutely wreck me if we tried, that’s why I never asked!”

“I mean…” He trails off, glancing at you and letting his eyes roam your ring finger as a smirk makes it’s way onto his face, leaning closer to you over the table. “We could always try it at home later—”

“Last question!” You interrupt him, pulling the cards over to your side and grabbing the last question from the stack, you see Bokuto’s smile drop when he sits back in his seat from how you changed topics until he sees you wink at him from the corner of his eye.

“What is something you wish to tell me before we get married?”

Bokuto’s eyes light up at his question, holding up his shot of Sapporo and beaming brightly. Despite not drinking much during your game, his cheeks are flushed like he’s been drunk on your love this entire time, eyes crinkling with glee when he smiles.

“I hope I can keep being this happy when i’m with you after marriage,” He declares, “I love you, Baby.”

“I love you too, Kou,” you smile with him, raising your own shot to clink your two glasses together and down them simultaneously, the cool smoothness of the beer running down your throats.

You can feel the mild bitterness on your tongue afterwards, it leaves it’s taste behind even several hours after your drinking game when you two return to your shared home.

But the sincerity in Bokuto’s eyes when they fell on you back in the studio, and the way he gazes at you like you’re the only thing in his world even with the several NHK staff and film members recording your every move washes that all away instantaneously, overpowering it with sheer sweetness.

It’s just not one you can taste as easily as the flavour of Sapporo.

You might not have gotten drunk that night, but Bokuto’s certain he’s been drunk on your love for the entirety of all three years you’ve been together and wouldn’t mind if things stayed like this forever.

MORISUKE YAKU.

“You’re going down, sweetheart,” Yaku warns you with a teasing wink, lifting the bottle of Vodka in his hands to inspect the label, “Playing in the Russian League gives me an alcohol tolerance advantage that you don’t have.”

“I didn’t know just playing in Russia meant you were an experienced drinker,” you hum, playing along with his jokes for the fun of it. “I don’t think athletes are supposed to consume a lot of vodka anyways.”

“Well, you might as well back out now,” Yaku advises, shrugging with a sly grin, one of the camera crew’s members rushes up to fix the loose microphone on his suit before scurrying back to their position.

“Don’t wanna get beaten by your own fiancé now, do you?”

You merely roll your eyes at his antics, a reluctant smile making it’s way onto your face as you realign the messy stack of cards on your table, sounds of the director doing a final run through of lights and cameras are heard around you.

“Yeah yeah, save it for after you get wasted, Mori.”

The cameras start up as the director nods in your direction, indicating for you two to introduce yourselves to the viewers tuning in, Yaku holds your hand as he recites his lines.

“Hi, I’m Morisuke Yaku,” your fiancé beams, giving your hand a comforting squeeze, “And this right here, is my wonderful fiancée, whom I adore very much.”

Even several years later, Yaku’s swoon worthy words have an effect on you after all this time, making you feel like you’re still in that young and eager love stage. Attempting to hide your giddy face from him, you turn to face the camera as well with a wide grin.

“We’ve been together for four and a half years,” You gush, the sparkling engagement band on your finger being shown outwardly when the cameras zoom in for a closer look. “Engaged for eight months, now.”

“And today, we’ll be playing truth or drink,” Yaku reveals to the excited viewers, the cameras change positions to new angles while the sound crew makes sure your microphones are picking up your words.

After signaling to the director that they are indeed working, he asks you two, “Are you ready to play?”

You and Yaku both agree as he opens the bottle of Vodka, pouring it into your shot glass first before he pours out his own, “Hm, what a gentleman you are, Mori.” You joke, noticing he gave you your alcohol first before serving himself any.

“Always, for you.” He sighs dreamily, setting the bottle down beside him and pushing the cards over to you with his familiar cheshire grin. “And because I’m such a gentleman, you should go first, love.”

You stifle a laugh into the palm of your hand at the sudden switch in personality but take the top card off anyway, flipping it over and reading the question for Yaku written on it, “What is one thing you wish I did more of in our relationship?”

He groans, slumping down in his seat with his Vodka in hand, “Fly over to come visit me overseas,” he jokingly groans, faux-booing you with a thumbs down and all as he turns to the film crew.

“Did you know she doesn’t get on the first plane to Russia whenever I ask, can you believe her?”

You merely snicker at his jeers and turn your card over, placing it down on the table beside your shot. “Well I’m sorry, but I’m unable to predict whenever you’ll miss me spontaneously.”

“It’s not spontaneous,” Yaku argues, “I tell you like, two minutes in advance.”

You raise an eyebrow at his claims, “Wanna bet, Mori? I have screenshots.”

“Maybe I’ll just drink to this instead.”

You both giggle as he shakes his head in defeat, taking the next card off the pile and reading out loud the first question for you.

“Have you ever—” Yaku begins to lose his composure as he reads, holding back his giggles before sputtering out, “faked an orgasm with me?”

You burst out into laughter as Yaku discards the card to his side, head thrown back in hysterics while using the table to stabilize himself.

“Well?” He asks, wiping the tears that have begun to form around his eyes, “Have you?”

You begin to reach for your Vodka shot, causing your fiancé to break out into another, more excessive fit of cackles, “Are you serious, honey?”

“Okay well, maybe!” You confess wholeheartedly, raising the Vodka to your lips, “Back when we were first dating!”

Yaku scoffs disapprovingly, but you can tell he’s not seriously mad when you down the vodka and he’s looking at you worriedly, asking if it was too strong for you afterwards.

You dismiss his concerns, saying it’s fine and that you can handle it before he relaxes and pushes the cards back over to you.

“Have you ever had a dream about me cheating on you?” You ask him, Yaku’s face immediately sours at his question, you look to him expectantly and wait for his reply.

“… Ugh, yes,” he begrudgingly admits after a few moments of silence, eyebrows furrowing as he recalls it unpleasantly, “I had a dream once where you cheated on me with Lev.”

“Lev?” You cackle, “The— the 6’5 russian guy from your highschool volleyball team??”

Yaku’s hand moves to his vodka-filled shot glass, “Yes,” he moans, “It was awful. Hope I never see Lev butt-naked in my dreams ever again.”

“You don’t have to drink to this one, Mori,” you giggle as Yaku downs his vodka quickly, not even flinching at the burn, maybe he was right about the tolerance advantage. “Since you answered it.”

“Ah, don’t care,” he groans, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit, “After having to reimagine that scene, I needed the alcohol.”

Yaku takes the next card off the pile of questions skeptically, flipping it over and reading it out loud.

“Do you have any insecurities when it comes to me playing overseas in Russia?”

The question causes you to stop and think as Yaku places the card face down next to him, pouring another shot and sliding it over to you. “You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart.”

His gentle tone reassures you but you shake your head, pushing the vodka away, “No it’s okay, I don’t mind saying it.” Yaku looks surprised but nods understandingly, taking the glass back and giving you the room to process your next words while he remains quiet.

“I think my only insecurity is not knowing if you’re safe while overseas,” you admit to your fiancé. Yaku doesn’t say anything in response, knowing you have more to say as he lets you say what you need while silently encouraging you to elaborate.

“I hate not having you beside me because I don’t know where you are, and I just miss you a lot you know?”

Yaku’s cheek rests against the palm of his hand, concern washing over his face again as he looks across the table to you, “Awe, honey. I didn’t know you felt that way,” he coos, “do you hate whenever I leave for volleyball season?”

You shrug dismissively, the weight of your words beginning to catch up to you as your voice becomes quieter, trailing off at the end. “I mean, I don’t hate it, but like- I wanna know you’re alright while in Russia…”

Yaku’s about to speak when you shake your head dismissively, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” before you’re reaching for the deck of cards, already pulling the top question up and flipping it over to read.

Your eyes drag over the words as a pit begins to form inside your stomach. The next question for Yaku causes you to cringe, still reeling from the uneasiness of the last one as you awkwardly ask him, “Have you… ever regretted or had doubts about our engagement?”

Yaku’s face of concern turns into one of astonishment, he looks almost appalled at how unsure you look and sound while asking him.

“Absolutely not,” he states firmly, holding your hand that holds engagement band on it, you can feel the distress radiating off him as he reassures you in a hushed tone.

“I’ve never once regretted proposing to you, and I fully intend on marrying you.”

Yaku’s words dislodge the lump in your throat as you begin to chuckle to yourself, eyes looking down at his hand where the engagement ring he wears that matched your own. “I’m sorry if you thought I was doubting you, Mori. It’s just—”

“You don’t need to justify your feelings,” Yaku reiterates sternly, “I know, okay? You don’t need to explain this on live T.V.”

Knowing he’s only trying to make sure nothing of what you say can be interpreted wrongly later by media, you nod as he sighs in relief with an uneasy smile.

“I think this next question is our last one,” he announces, his smile morphing back into that familiar cheshire grin, the one that always brightens your day. You think he’s doing it in an attempt to lighten the mood, or maybe he just naturally makes you happy.

Yaku picks up the final question card and flips it over, reading it over with a calm smile, “What have you enjoyed most about being engaged to me?” His voice is gentle as he looks up to you, placing the card down on his pile.

“Well, love?” He encourages you, knowing he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable he gives you the choice, “Do you want to answer, or take a drink?”

You’d be a fool to drink at this question, there isn’t anything to drink for here but there’s just so much about being engaged to Yaku that you love that you can’t quite find the words for it. And while the majority of your engagement has been spent with Yaku being away in Russia, it doesn’t mean you enjoy it any less than if he were with you in Japan.

“… I enjoy knowing you will always be with me,” you begin to speak slowly, making sure your words are clear and concise while twirling your empty shot glass in hand absentmindedly.

Trying to fit all you want to say to your fiancé in a few words is tough, but you manage to shorten it enouhh to say all you want to tell him. “Because even while you’re playing overseas, I know you will always come back home to me.”

Yaku’s face unexpectedly heats up at your words, the apples of his cheeks turning bright red as his lips form into a shy and nervous grin, one isn’t anything like the mischievous and playful personality you’re accustomed to seeing while with him.

“I… I love you, sweetheart.” He manages to speak after some time, loosening the collar of his dress shirt nervously, but the smile on his face never falters. “I always have and always will.”

He extends his hand out to you, motioning for you to give him your shot glass. You hand it to him and he pours out some Vodka, sliding it back over to you once full before filling his own.

“Yes, honey,” he whispers unconsciously while pouring his alcohol, and it’s the happiest you’ve seen him all day. From his flushed complexion, dopey smile and euphoric demeanour, he appears to be glowing. Or maybe it’s the blaring lights behind him that are playing tricks on you.

Your fiancé has never looked so sure of himself until this moment, Yaku’s eyes never straying from yours as he raises his shot glass, breaking into his biggest smile yet.

“I will always come back home to you. No matter how long we are apart for,” and to that, you both cheer, clinking your glasses as you toast to your engagement.

Downing the alcohol in unison, the bitter sting of the Vodka attacks your throats relentlessly, but neither you or Yaku care about that in this moment or the next.

The world’s most intense Vodka brewed directly in the heart of Moscow, Russia could never be so strong as to have an effect on either of you when you’re in the presence of each other. You’re certain that Yaku would drown himself in the harshest of Vodka’s if it meant it was all for you.

A little Vodka is nothing compared to what he’d go through for you.

The way Yaku’s entire demeanour changes when with you, the largest of smiles etched onto his face for a side he only shows while you’re with him here, in Japan.

Remaining wholely committed to you even while seperated by land and sea is all a true testament to your relationship, and it puts your heart at ease.

Yaku may not always be at home; but Yaku knows that home is with you, and he knows he’ll always be with you in due time.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA.

“Oh, he’s a lightweight,” you tell the film crew who are adjusting their camera stands nearby as Kiyoomi pulls out the chair at the table for you to sit at, giggling when you hear the faintest muffled groan come from underneath his face mask.

Sitting atop the table is a bottle of Scotch, the deck of question cards and two shot glasses on it’s sanitized surface as per request by your fiancé.

“This’ll be so easy for me.”

“As if,” Kiyoomi scoffs, taking his own seat across from you and scooching his chair forward, “I’ll beat you and then have to hear you drunkenly cry about it back home later for the next several hours.”

“Nope,” you declare mischievously, folding your arms over the table and laying your head in them while looking up at your fiancé, “Hey, did you know Atsumu told me you’re an emotional drunk?”

You can see Kiyoomi’s eyes twitch underneath his thick black locs, hand reaching to grip his hair in annoyance. “That fucking—”

The director interrupts him unexpectedly when he calls to the rest of the crew in the studio for everyone to take their places behind the cameras, Kiyoomi sighs deeply as his shoulders relax and he leans back in his chair waiting for the broadcast to begin.

“I’m Kiyoomi Sakusa,” he states to the viewers plainly, barely acknowledging the cameras pointed straight at his face when he motions to you, “And this is my fiancée of almost a year.”

You can hear the way his voice softens lightly when referring to you as his fiancée.

“We’ve been together for four years now,” You welcome the viewers much more warmly than your fiancé does, announcing eagerly, “Engaged for eleven months, and we’re playing truth or drink!”

Again, you’re a lot more excited than Kiyoomi is when the director asks, “You guys okay to start playing?” but he agrees to it nonetheless, the subtle nod of his head doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

Kiyoomi grabs the stack of cards full of questions and shuffles the deck around a bit, when asked by the director why he did so he answers, “So if anyone planted any weird questions at the top of the pile for her they’re pushed to the bottom.”

After reorganizing the cards, Kiyoomi hands the stack to you, letting you have first pick of the game. You try to argue, but he doesn’t listen.

“Ladies go first,” he says, expectantly waiting for you to start.

You take the first card of the newly shuffled deck and begin to read it for your fiancé, “Favourite memory of us, pre-engagement or post-engagement?”

Kiyoomi taps his empty glass against the mahogany of the table repeatedly for a brief moment, thinking it over before letting out a deep sigh-turned groan, reaching over and pouring out some Scotch for himself as you sit back in stunned shock at his actions.

“Wait, what—”

“Don’t question me,” he rasps, lowering his face mask and downing his shot with ease, there’s hints of floral notes in the Scotch he can taste.

He pulls his mask back up seconds later and looks up at you, you swear you can see a smirk forming under his mask from the way his eyes lift in amusement afterwards, causing your cheeks to heat up at what he could’ve been thinking about that he had to take a shot to get out of saying it.

Finishing off his Scotch, your fiancé takes both the top card off the deck and his empty shot glass before reading aloud his first question for you.

“What was your first impression of me when we met?” Kiyoomi reads monotonously, his stare hardens when he notices you jokingly reaching for your shot glass, tossing the card over to your side with a groan.

“Really?” He huffs, arms crossed over his chest and glaring halfheartedly at your tease. “Didn’t Motoya say you like… hated me at first or something?”

“I didn’t hate you,” you giggle, pouring the Scotch into your glass while avoiding your fiancé’s gaze, “I just.. am a little thirsty right now.”

“Haha,” Kiyoomi laughs dryly, watching as you down your shot quickly, the citrusy notes in the Scotch make it pleasant to drink. “You’re soo funny, dear. Must be really thirsty today.”

“I am,” you wink, placing your glass back down on the table before taking the next card off the pile.

“What is the most embarrassing nickname for me you have in mind?” Kiyoomi asks, and you snort.

“It’s only embarrassing because Atsumu came up with it…” you turn to the cameras to whisper to the viewers, facing your fiancé who’s giving you a skeptic look that soon turns into existential dread when you begin to snicker.

He groans, “I swear to god if it’s Omi-Omi—”

“It’s Omi-Omi.”

You can practically feel the annoyance radiating off of Kiyoomi while you bat your eyelashes innocently at him, playful shrug of your shoulders as you pull the cards back over to your side, taking the next card off the deck while your fiancé whispers something about killing Atsumu at the next practice from across the table.

“What colour or colours are your favorite on me?” You look up at the director almost immediately before Kiyoomi can even open his mouth, “Can I just say it— Because I know.”

The director nods, “He told me once it was black and gold,” Kiyoomi mumbles something incoherent under his breath, whatever he’s saying being muffled by his nask as he hides his face away from the cameras, the camera crew exchange a look amongst themselves.

“Aren’t those the colours of the MSBY Black Jackals?” One of the crew members mentions offhandedly and you smirk, looking over to your flustered fiancé with the most shit-eating grin you can muster, “Yes, yes they are.”

“Should’ve just let me answer instead,” he mutters while pulling out the next card from the deck to move the game along, coughing as his face slowly returns to it’s natural colour.

He chuckles when he reads it over, “How would you spend an entire week without me?” he turns to the cameras with his own smug face, placing the card down on the table. “She doesn’t.”

“I can,” you interject and he gives you a deadpan stare, “Yeah, can. Doesn’t mean you do, though.”

“Anyways,” you swerve back to your answer, taking the card from his side and reading it over yourself.

“I would have a very relaxing week without you, consisting mostly of singing and dancing in our empty kitchen without you to judge me.”

“I don’t judge you.”

“Yes you do.”

“Nope.”

You two could probably have this back and fourth for hours on end but you stop when you catch the director’s eye, one of his assistants motions to you hurriedly that it’s nearly time to end the broadcast.

With that in mind, you pick up the last question card, flipping it over and reading it for Kiyoomi.

“What’s one thing you’d like to tell me at the alter if you couldn’t say anything else.”

“That I love you,” Kiyoomi says almost immediately, tracing the rim of his shot glass with his ring finger delicately, you can hear the gentleness in his voice when he speaks. “And that I hope you’ll always be my lover, whatever that means for us in the future.”

“That’s more than one thing, Kiyo.”

“I don’t care.”

You scoff playfully, tossing the card aside and pouring out two shots of Scotch for you and your fiancé. Whilst handing him his glass your rings bump together momentarily, the clinking of the diamonds makes the two of you smile, though Kiyoomi’s is hidden underneath his mask.

“Cheers, my dear,” he mutters softly, lowering his mask again to drink and allowing you to finally see the beautiful smile he hides underneath, usually reserved only for you.

“Cheers, Kiyo,” and you two drink, the Scotch tastes lovely and refined on both of your tongues when it runs down your throats with ease.

It’s light and sophisticated, and the flavour profile fits Kiyoomi so well. You consider telling him that, but refrain because you think he won’t understand what you mean; not knowing he’s thinking the exact same about you.

Kiyoomi thinks you two may be a match made in heaven, if such a thing exists then it perfectly encapsulates the two of you.

As the cameras cut and several crew members rush around the studio, Kiyoomi doesn’t notice any of that in this moment— his gaze continues to be locked onto you wholly; lovingly enraptured by the beautiful image of you across from him that he hopes will be burned into the back of his head like the taste of this Scotch, but for many years to come and not just a mere few hours.

Kiyoomi can drink Scotch at any time he pleases, but being married to you is something he is excited for and craves everyday of his life as the days on the calender tick down to your wedding, it keeps him motivated to continue each day if he knows it’s just one day closer to a life with you, one where he knows you will be with him every day going forward.

The day you two will finally be united as one. Kiyoomi can’t wait for that morning to come, when night falls and after the ceremony is done he can finally refer to you as his wife and not just his fiancée.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA.

Tobio gulps upon seeing the Sake being poured into his shot glass by the NHK staff member, being handed the alcohol before they pour out another shot for you, to which you graciously accept with a smile and nod of your head.

“Uhh…” His piercing gaze reaches across to you across the table, nervously fiddling with the glass in hand as he twirls it inbetween his fingers, “I don’t, really hold alcohol well, love..”

“Really?” You stare at him blankly, squinting down at the alcohol in your own shot, “what do you drink in Italy then, Tobio?”

“Limoncello,” he sighs, “but it’s supposed to be sipped slowly, not downed like shots usually are.” He makes a face as the thought of attempting to drink Limoncello like shots ripples through his mind, it would most definitely not end well for him.

You chuckle and give him a reassuring smile, placing your hand over his gently. The diamond on his ring is cool to the touch when you run your thumb over it, with sharp and well defined cut corners. “You’ll be fine, Tobio.”

He nods unsurely but allows the NHK camera crew to do their final run through, making sure everything is in order before the cameras begin to roll and the director is motioning for you both to recite your lines.

Your fiancé’s voice is a little strained, a faint stutter can be heard as he speaks slowly, “I’m… Tobio Kageyama,” he manages to say before craning his head to his left, across the table.

“And I’m her fiancé,” his eyes shift towards you as you give the cameras a polite wave, “We’re playing… truth or drink.”

“We’ve been together for five years,” You excitedly tell the viewers, holding up your ring finger to show off the dazzling diamond atop it, “And engaged for two.”

The director asks from out of frame, “Why have you two been engaged for so long?” A question that most viewers are probably wanting to know, Tobio answers it for you.

“I wanted to marry her sooner,” he timidly admits, looking down at his lap to avoid the harsh glares of the camera lenses, “But with me playing in Ali Roma, it’s hard to plan things out, I guess.”

You nod, “Besides,” you chime in giddily, taking over for him, “It’s fun to be in this little engaged stage for a long time, makes everyday that bit more exciting.”

You ramble on about how fun it is to call Tobio during his off days; calling him at three in the morning in Japan while in Italy it’s 7PM to tell him about a cute floral arrangement you saw earlier that day while shopping that you’d love to have at your wedding.

Facetiming him in the dark of the night, wrapped in blankets and wearing his highschool volleyball jersey to ask him what kind of food from Italy he wants to incorporate into the wedding menu, and texting him photos of different style of wedding dresses you’re considering wearing on your big day while getting out of the shower.

You unintentionally forget about your jittery mess of a fiancé while you speak, beaming as bright as the glowering studio lights as Tobio looks at you amazed.

Tobio’s nervousness slowly fades when he sees the ring on your finger and just how happy you are to be engaged to him. It’s always been a worry of his that you hate the long wait to get married to him, that playing overseas would hurt your relationship because of long he is away from home at times.

But your gleeful joy in telling thousands of viewers in real time that you love just being engaged to him for two years; that you don’t mind it at all, brings some peace of mind to his fragile heart.

“Are you two ready to play?”

Knuckles slowly unclenching as he takes a deep breath, he nods his head to the director, indicating the start of the game. He starts first, picking up the first card from the pile.

“What is the most awkward date we’ve ever been on?” Tobio’s face drops immediately upon reading, turning the card face down on the table and turning to the director, “Can I start over? Or make her drink?”

“It’s her choice if she wants to answer or drink.” The director answers.

Tobio turns to you hastily, eyes practically pleading with you not to say what you have on your mind, he’s already inside your mind and fears for what you could potentially reveal on national television, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles as you reach for the Sake.

“Fine, fine. I won’t say, Tobio.” You’ve never seen your fiancé so relieved, almost seeing the metaphorical weight lifting off his shoulders with your own eyes when you take the shot.

The Sake is sweet, like sticky rice. It’s feels cool when it hits the back of your tongue and nice to drink, reminding you of the Italian sweets Tobio would send you from Italy. Noting that they’d pair nicely with Sake, you consider getting Tobio to send you more of them in the mail soon.

“You owe me for that one, Tobio,” you chuckle after finishing your shot, “Whatever the next question is you have to answer it.” He groans in protest but agrees after some convincing as you reach for the question pile and grab your first question for him.

“Have you kept a secret hobby or interest hidden from me?”

Shockingly, Tobio nods his head and unexpectedly calm about the question he was supposedly ‘forced’ to answer, “I got into gardening when I first came to Italy.”

“You what?” You utter, delightfully surprised at this revelation, “What plants do you take care of in Italy?”

“I have a few hanging Boston Fern and Ivy in some pots around my apartment…” Tobio tells you, adverting his gaze from your eyes the more your smile grows towards him. “I didn’t mean to keep them from you, I just… forgot to mention it everytime we call.”

“Tobio…” You laugh at how empty headed your fiancé can be at times, sometimes you think he’d forget his head if it weren’t secured to his body. “We call almost every day!”

“Yeah, but you usually call me late at night!” He defends himself, “I don’t normally leave my room that late at night, so you never see them!”

You shake your head in disbelief at this, faux disappointment at your fiancé for keeping this interest of his hidden for so long, “When I visit you in Rome, you have to show me these plants, deal?”

He nods in approval at that arrangement, a small smile creeping onto his face as he takes the next card off the deck, “Have you pretended to like a gift I gave you when you actually didn’t?”

You consider reaching for the Sake but reel your hand back at the last second, deciding to tell him straight up.

“Yeah, the lingerie you sent me a few months ago.”

“You didn’t like it?”

Tobio’s mouth hangs open, visibly swallowing his shame away as he sets the question card down on the table, a hand running through his hair in deep thought.

“Okay well, didn’t like isn’t the right word per se—”

“Was it the style?” Tobio begins interrogating you sternly, brows furrowed and that determined look in his eyes you’re so familiar with while watching his volleyball matches.

“Was it the colour, or was it too flimsy? I tried going to a new store that time, I knew I should’ve just stuck to the other one—”

“Tobio!”

He’s immediately brought out of his thoughts by your cackles, blinking as he’s focused on your laughing figure in front of him. His cheeks are tinted a dark shade of red, thinking he’s said something embarrassing when he whispers a low, “Yes, love?”

Through fits of giggles and laughter, you barely manage to sputter out, “It was just the wrong size, babe!”

Tobio’s eyes widen significantly at the reveal, looking down at his hands where his engagement ring sits comfortably in his ring finger, feeling his body shrink in on itself further into his seat while you’re howling across from him.

If you were seated beside each other he’s sure you’d be slapping his arm too for good measure.

“C-can we move onto the next question…” He mumbles just above the microphone strapped to his dress shirt’s minimum level to pick up sounds. If his old highschool teammates were here— if Hinata were here, god, he’d never hear the end of it. “Please?”

Finally settling down from your giggly high, you vaguely nod, still catching your breath when you reach for the next question card on the pile and flip it over as Tobio tries his best to calm down his reddened face.

“What is the most romantic thing your partner has ever done for you?”

After Tobio’s managed to relax himself, he thinks the question over, chin in hand as his gaze lands directly on the Sake bottle on the table beside him where he gets lost in thought while mulling over the question.

“I think…” he mutters to himself, “When you told me it was okay to go play in Ali Roma, instead of discouraging me to stay in Japan.”

His answer legitimately surprises you, “Is that, really your response, Tobio?”

He nods, hands reaching up to the nape of his neck. “Yeah… I don’t know if romantic is the right word, I guess.“

“But knowing you were there to support me; even if I could tell you were scared for me going overseas, it felt like the most romantic gesture someone could ever do to me.”

Tobio blinks, suddenly remembering his words are being broadcasted on national T.V and coughing awkwardly, “Uh, yeah, that’s my answer.”

He begins to notice the gazes of the rest of the film crew and director that are burning right through him, feeling the colour returning to his cheeks.

Tobio looks over to you anxiously, finding you with the brighest eyes he’s ever seen, he could get lost in them if he stared into them long enough. You purse your lips for a moment, before a smile blossoms across your face.

“Wow, Tobio,” you breathe out dreamily, “That was… so sweet of you to say,” Tobio has a hard time meeting your gaze, you can tell he’s still feeling anxious so you grab his hand and force him to look you in the eye.

“I will always support you, okay?” You tell him firmly, he’s a bit startled at how forward you’re being but nods before you quickly add, “Even if I don’t like being so far away from you, you don’t need to worry about me. Don’t be so nervous about this, alright?”

Tobio’s lips quiver into a strained frown before he sighs, “It’s not that simple,” you feel his hand give yours a light squeeze for comfort, interlocking his fingers with your own. “I wish I could just… not be so worried for you. But I love you too much for that.”

“Loving me means you understand that no matter what, I am right behind you,” you voice to him directly. “Maybe not physically, but no matter where you go, I will follow eventually.”

Tobio goes silent for a few seconds, even when he knows dozens of people in this studio— hundreds of thousands are watching him live, he’s only looking at you; having eyes only for you. With a shaky nod of his head, he finally manages to crack a smile.

“I understand.”

Releasing your hand from his grip, he pulls his next question for you from the pile, looking far more relaxed than he did at the beginning of your game. He’s comfortable in this stage of your relationship, even if he knows that others think it’s strange— the distance between you two, the long engagement period.

He knows the only opinion that should matter to him—that does matter to him is yours alone.

“When you hear my name in public, what comes to your mind?”

“That you have done another amazing set,” You answer with ease, allowing yourself to feed his ego for once. “Or won another game, who knows at this point? You can do it all.”

Tobio seems satisfied with that answer, even uncharacteristically relishing in your praise. “Ah, I am pretty good at volleyball, aren’t I?”

You lean over the table to punch his shoulder lightly, a teasing grin dances on your lips which matches his own, “Yeah yeah, you’re welcome for being so supportive of my fiancé.”

“Well thank you then, love.”

One of the camera crew’s members motions to the director, indicating it’s almost time to wrap up the broadcast. Feeling at peace, you grab the final card of the question deck, eyes flickering to Tobio as you read.

“Anything else you’d like to say to me about our engagement?”

Tobio takes a deep breath, steadying himself before he speaks. He wants to make sure he tells you everything on his mind, but maybe that will have to wait for another time— a more private time.

One that isn’t being broadcasted on national television. So he’ll settle for the next best course.

“I just wanted to say…” He hesitates for a moment, his mouth opening and closing at times until he can find his bearings. “That being engaged to you has taught me a lot of things.”

You’re about to say something in response until he holds his hand up, indicating he isn’t done yet.

“And… I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this forever.”

Tobio notices the slight look of confusion in your eyes as he continues, “Wh-what I mean is, uh… even though we aren’t married yet, you make me so happy that I feel like I could be okay with what we have.”

“I still want to marry you!” He blurts out worriedly in an attempt to explain himself, “But knowing you’re not bothered by how long we’re engaged for is enough to reassure me that no matter how long we wait for, I’ll still be as happy as the day we marry.”

Tobio shuts his eyes, burying his head in his hands from sheer embarrassment, “Fuck, that was so stupid sounding-”

“Hey now..” You pry his hands away from his face with a pout, leaning across the table’s surface to cup his cheek, “That wasn’t stupid, that was sweet!”

“Really?” He asks, unsure if he believes you, “I’m not really good with my words, y’know.”

“Well I understood what you meant,” you smile, pressing a kiss to your ring finger and placing it on your fiancé’s lips, “And I feel the same way.”

Tobio’s face erupts into a bright scarlet red as you pour the two of you a shot of Sake each, downing them together with your rings on prominent display for all of Japan to see.

Your fiancé is still quite popular in Japan despite now playing overseas, overhearing the NHK film crew and the thousands of viewers who tuned in were watching his broadcast with you while dying in laughter.

It’s not laughter to mock him however— as he soon finds out when after the cameras cut and he can still hear the staff talking about how adorable he looked during the live special.

And his old highschool friends blowing up his phone, sending him clips of his broadcast with hearts and kissy face emojis, but you swear to him that it’s all well intentioned. Maybe not Tsukishima’s to some extent, but nontheless.

All Tobio knows he can do is sigh, turn his phone off and settle into your arms after everything’s been said and done. His time in Japan is limited after all, he has to fly back to Italy in a few days time.

He knows it hurts to leave you again, and you hate sending him off at the airport. He wishes he could marry you immediately— but there’s still so much to be done until that day can arrive.

Tobio doesn’t know when the lucky day will come when you can instead wear a wedding ring on your finger rather than an engagement ring, but as Tobio has discovered today; the two of you will be okay until then despite it all.

It takes a lot to make Tobio anxious about your engagement, but it also takes a lot to shake the strong foundation the two of you have built with each other over the years.

The two of you have planned your future with each other as the main component of it all in the centre of it for as long as you can remember, and he’s prepared to withstand any obstacles that threaten his happiness with you.

Tobio is at ease knowing you have his back, and he has yours even while separated by thousands of miles of stretching oceans and ground.

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tolerate it

synopsis : your love should be celebrated, but sakusa seems to tolerate it. (loosely based off taylor swift’s tolerate it)

warnings : ANGST. food/eating, lots of self doubt, hurt no comfort, sakusa is a HORRIBLE fiancee, mentions of crying, lmk if there are any more!

pairing : sakusa x gn!reader (i think)

wc : 0.64k

a/n : was feeling evil!! (no i was just in an angst writing mood) uhhh enjoy ig! also plz tell me if there are any mistakes!

three hours and forty-eight minutes.

that’s how long you’ve waited for kiyoomi to come home.

you understood practice times fluctuated, but this was just disappointing. practice usually ends at five, it’s 8:48—no, it’s 8:49 now. you glance at your phone to find the screen reflecting your face, not a single message for the past three hours. not a simple "hey! practice is running late; don’t wait up for me" or even just "i’ll be home late." nothing. nothing should’ve been expected, he never messaged you anyway.

your dinner had gone cold, the nice plates covered with fancy food had been left to mold for how long it’s been.

he would’ve hated this dish anyway. the hours you spent perfecting the recipe had gone to waste, your time had gone to waste sitting, waiting for him to come around.

where was he? was he really that immature to have you waiting for three hours?

the clock ticked to nine o’clock. four hours, he had been mysteriously missing.

you were told not to text him while he was practicing because it would distract him. but you figured one text wouldn’t hurt.

"where are you?" was the only thing you sent. reading it stayed delivered for the next twenty minutes. but you figured your messages with him had collected dust anyway, so it wasn’t a surprise.

9:31 was when the door finally opened, he walked through the door quietly, looking up to make eye contact with you.

"where were you, omi?" you ask. it wasn’t an angry exclamation, just a confused one. but his eyes furrowed, and he crossed his arms, almost sighing as he answered, "practice."

you scoff, "practice? why didn’t you tell me that it would go on for an extra four hours?"

kiyoomi shrugs. he shrugs.

"are you serious, sakusa? you’ve been practically missing for four hours, and i don’t get a single text? did you not think your fiancee would be worried?"

"i can’t tolerate this right now, we’ll talk tomorrow." you watch him walk away from you, not looking back once.

tolerate this. he’s tolerating it. you’ve been waiting by the door for four hours, and he doesn’t care. he doesn’t care you’ve spent hours on end cooking his dinner, one that just went to waste anyway.

you’re putting your all into this relationship. since the moment you got together, you’ve constantly worried, "am i not good enough for him?" but you guess you never were. he told you that it was all in your head, he reassured you that you were an amazing partner. but what's wrong with you now?

you stomp into his room; he glances at you and then continues to unpack his practice bag.

"what am i doing wrong? why are you being like this?"

he sets down his bag and says, "I didn’t ask you to wait for me."

"is that not the bare minimum?"

"god- when did you become so clingy?"

frustrated tears start to blur your vision. "clingy? are you serious, sakusa?"

he nods ever so slightly.

"sakusa, have you ever thought about anything you did in this relationship? i can’t even remember the last time we had a decent conversation. and i’m clingy for wanting to save this relationship?"

"if it was so bad, why didn’t you just leave?"

the world had gone silent, as if it was listening to every piece of nonsense your lover had been saying. this was the man you loved. this was the man who tried to hide his tears of happiness when he proposed, this was the man who had so nervously asked you out. this was the man who had never forgotten anything important to you. but where was he now?

you take a shaky breath and ask, "did you ever even like me? or were you just tolerating it?"

he stays silent, and you take that as your cue to leave.

your love story should’ve been something from a romance movie, something sweet and sincere. but all good things came to an end, especially his love for you.

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.

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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ haikyuu!!

*+:｡.｡ karasuno

hinata shouyo

time after time (a.)

tooth & nail (f + a.)

after the break-up (a.)

kageyama tobio

times they cried because of you (a.)

tsukishima kei

all the lonely nights in your life (a.)

yamaguchi tadashi

big weenie (s.)

tanaka ryunosuke

tooth & nail (f + a.)

sugawara koushi

EVERYTHING (f + s.)

daichi sawamura

after the break up (a.)

*+:｡.｡ nekoma

kuroo tetsuro

after the break up (a.)

him as a father (f.)

kenma kozume

fatherly headcannons (f.)

*+:｡.｡ fukurōdani

bokuto koutaro

running (f + a + suggestive)

tooth & nail (f + a.)

times they cried because of you (a.)

tell me (s.)

after the break up (a.)

it's oh so quiet (f.)

akaashi keiji

after the break up (a.)

*+:｡.｡ aobajohsai

oikawa torū

touch tank (f + a + suggestive)

after the break up (a.)

iwaizumi hajime

tooth & nail (f + a.)

times they cried because of you (a.)

*+:｡.｡ shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi

oops!...i did it again (s.)

honeymoon (s.)

papa ushijima (f.)

it's my life (dark content.)

million dollar man (s.)

times they cried because of you (a.)

dreams come true (f.)

semi eita

captain save a hoe (s.)

*+:｡.｡ date tech

｡･ﾟﾟ･

*+:｡.｡ inarizaki

miya atsumu

BEcause (dark content.)

papa atsumu (f.)

times they cried because of you (a.)

suna rintarou

drugs 'n hella melodies (ft sakusa + s.)

*+:｡.｡ itachiyama

sakusa kiyoomi

her (s.)

stop breathing (s.)

close to me (s.)

i can't stop me (dark content.)

sorry, sorry (extreme dark content.)

what is love? (f + a.)

venus as a boy (s.)

doughnut (f.)

sfw and nsfw headcannons

bully!saku reaction to you trying to commit (drabble/thought)

drugs 'n hella melodies (ft suna + s.)

bittersweet symphony (a.)

after the break up (a.)

i just threw out the love of my dreams (a.)

pros & cons of having sex with him (s.)

caraphernelia (dark content.)

*+:｡.｡ kamomedai

｡･ﾟﾟ･

*+:｡.｡ all

how haikyuu boys would protect you (f.)

haikyuu as cat/dog breeds (f.)

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minarixx · 10 months

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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫'𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞 ✯ 𝐊.𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚

"𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙮, 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮"

PAIRING. Sakusa Kiyoomi x f!Reader

CONTENT. angst

The olympic volleyball player, Sakusa Kiyoomi finds himself grappling with the complexities of his relationship with Y/N as it becomes public knowledge.

WC. 1.3K

A/N. Release this song for streaming alr Taylor.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

𝓣he sunlit stadium buzzed with excitement as the much-anticipated volleyball tournament unfolded before a cheering crowd. The spacious arena boasted a grand design, with towering stands that could accommodate thousands of enthusiastic fans. The atmosphere was electric, with vibrant colors adorning the venue, reflecting the energy and spirit of the event.

The central focus of the stadium was the immaculately prepared volleyball court, situated at the heart of the action. Its pristine surface, made of smooth, polished wood, gleamed under the radiant floodlights. The boundaries of the court were marked with bold, contrasting lines, providing clear demarcation for the players and ensuring fair play.

On either side of the court, towering electronic scoreboards loomed large, displaying the current match score, set information, and timers, ensuring that no fan missed a moment of the thrilling encounters. Enormous high-definition screens were strategically positioned around the stadium, broadcasting close-up shots of the players and captivating slow-motion replays, further enhancing the spectator experience.

The stadium was divided into different sections, each designated for different categories of spectators. The VIP section, with its plush seating and impeccable service, catered to prominent figures from the sporting world, celebrities, and high-ranking officials. The regular seating area, stretching across multiple levels, offered comfortable chairs with ample legroom, ensuring a pleasant viewing experience for the enthusiastic fans. In one of these seats was Y/N L/N.

And in the court, among them stood Sakusa, a talented volleyball athlete whose dreams were woven into each powerful spike. But beneath his cold exterior lay a shadow of doubt, a fear that threatened to unravel the fragile connection he shared with the girl who held his heart, Y/N.

Their love had blossomed amidst the thunderous applause and echoing cheers of the volleyball arena. The court had been their sanctuary, where they exchanged glances filled with unspoken promises and whispered sweet nothings in the midst of practice sessions. But as their relationship deepened, so did Sakusa's apprehension about revealing their love to the public.

Their paths crossed during a brief break, as they both reached for water bottles at the vending machine. Y/N mustered the courage to strike up a conversation, her voice laced with genuine interest.

"Great game out there! Your spikes are impressive," she complimented, her eyes twinkling with admiration.

Sakusa turned to face her, a charming smile that was covered by his mask but you could still see the outline of. His gaze met hers, and in that moment, something unspoken passed between them.

"Thank you," he replied, his voice cold but his tone with gratitude. "Do you play volleyball yourself?"

Y/N's laughter danced on the breeze as she shook her head, a playful glint in her eyes.

"No, I'm just here to enjoy the game and cheer on the players. But who knows, maybe I'll give it a try someday."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they had known each other for years. They shared stories, dreams, and the occasional witty banter that drew smiles and laughter from both of them.

Days turned into weeks, and their bond grew stronger with each passing encounter. The whispers of an undeniable connection filled the air, igniting a flame of hope within Y/N's heart. Sakusa, too, felt an inexplicable pull towards her, as if they were two puzzle pieces meant to fit together.

One evening, as they sat together on the beach, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Sakusa turned to Y/N with a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

"Y/N, I have something important to tell you," he began, his voice tinged with anticipation. "I promise you, soon, I will announce our relationship to the world. I want everyone to know how much you mean to me."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed with a mixture of joy and anticipation. She had waited for this moment, for Sakusa to embrace their love publicly, to stand up for their relationship.

But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Y/N found herself tangled in a web of empty promises. The whispers of lies grew louder, circulating among their circle of friends and acquaintances. The announcement Sakusa had promised remained nothing more than a distant dream.

Y/N's heart grew heavy with disappointment, her trust eroding with each passing day. She longed for the validation, for Sakusa to fulfill his word and show the world they were together.

Y/N, with her infectious smile and fiery spirit, was unafraid to showcase their affection to the world. She longed for Sakusa to stand proudly by her side, to declare their love to the world without hesitation. But his reluctance to do so left her feeling unseen and unimportant, an invisible figure in the shadows of his ambitions.

During this match however, rumors swirled through the air, like seagulls riding the wind, spreading their wings of deception. They whispered of a love shared between Y/N and Sakusa, a relationship hidden behind closed doors. As the gossip reached Sakusa's ears, his heart sank. He had hoped to shield Y/N from the harsh realities of public scrutiny, believing that by keeping their love secret, he could protect her from the judgments of others. But the whispers had grown louder, the rumors more persistent, weaving their way into the fabric of their lives.

Y/N's heart ached as she overheard a group of girls conversing nearby. Their voices dripped with disdain, their words weaving a tapestry of hurtful assumptions.

"Did you hear? Sakusa would never date someone as plain looking as her," one of the girls sneered.

"Of course not. He's way out of her league. He's way better off with a Victoria Secret Supermodel," another chimed in, her laughter echoing like shards of broken glass.

The volleyball tournament came to a close, leaving behind a flurry of emotions and weary bodies. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the players and their supporters gathered for the much-anticipated after-party. It was meant to be a celebration of their achievements, a moment of camaraderie. But for Y/N, it would become an evening of isolation and heartbreak.

The room buzzed with laughter and animated conversations, the air filled with a mix of triumph and relief. But amidst the lively atmosphere, Y/N stood on the outskirts, a mere shadow amidst the revelry. The whispers of the rumors still haunted the room, their echoes drowning out her attempts to find solace.

Sakusa, lost in a sea of conflicting emotions, struggled to navigate the space between his love for Y/N and the pressures from the public and his managers. He knew he had let her down, allowing the rumors to drive a wedge between them. Yet, the fear of jeopardizing his career kept him at bay, caught between the love he felt for Y/N and the image he was expected to uphold.

Y/N's heart ached as she watched Sakusa move through the crowd, mingling effortlessly with others. The smile that once brightened her world now seemed distant and unattainable. Her insecurities gnawed at her, pushing her to the edge of despair.

Summoning all her courage, Y/N approached Sakusa in a secluded corner, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and longing.

"Sakusa, please," she implored, her eyes pleading for him to understand. "I can't bear to be ignored any longer. I need you to choose me, to stand up for us, despite what the public and your managers might say."

Sakusa's gaze wavered, torn between the woman he loved and the world he knew. The weight of his indecision etched lines of torment upon his face. He reached out, his hand hesitating in mid-air, but ultimately withdrew.

"I wish it were that simple, Y/N," he whispered, his voice tinged with resignation. "But I don't want to lose everything I've worked for. I'm sorry."

The words landed heavily on Y/N's heart, a final blow to the hope she had clung to. Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned away, the weight of rejection pressing down upon her like an iron cloak.

As the party continued, Y/N remained a distant observer, her smiles forced and hollow. She watched as Sakusa mingled with adoring fans and accepted the accolades from his teammates. But with each passing moment, the emptiness within her grew, a void where their love once thrived.

#hq sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa x you #sakusa x y/n #sakusa x reader #sakusa angst #sakusa kiyoomi x you #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu one shot #hq oneshot #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu x female reader #sakusa x female reader #msby

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kiyoowomi · 1 year

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[7:17 pm]

“hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!” you say as he slowly takes careful steps towards you, eyes focused on the hot paper bowl of noodles still steaming from the hot water.

“i’m here, i’m here, i’m here!” he mocks teasingly, voice pitched higher than normal in an effort to exaggerate your own. you stick your tongue out at him and he grins in triumph as you clear the table in front of you.

discarded wraps of ume and mentaiko onigiris you had eaten earlier were still strewn about, and you hurriedly tossed them in the trash next to you. kiyoomi sets down the ramen on a clean part of the table and pulls out wet tissues, opening the tab and handing it to you. you both wordlessly begin to wipe down the surface, hands moving in perfect clockwork.

kiyoomi thinks it’s funny how even in an empty 7-11 convenience store, at the dead of night, the two of you still carry out the same routine. like it’s set in stone, like it’s part of your lives, like it’s embedded in your hearts.

he watches you toss the dirtied tissues in the bin and squeeze sanitizer on your palms, clapping it twice before you hand one of the wrapped chopsticks to him. when he doesn’t take it immediately, your eyes shift to where he is sitting on your right.

“what?” you ask, right eyebrow raised.

he’s looking into your eyes directly now, dark irises seemingly stripping you of any secret you’ve kept your whole life.

what you don’t know is that he’s thinking of how thankful he is of how his whole life led up to this.

you squirm under his piercing gaze and when your face turns into a confused grimace, he plucks the chopsticks and rips the paper wrapping open. kiyoomi takes a moment to brace himself, then breaks the chopsticks apart (perfectly, of course) and hands it to you, retrieving the other one from the table for himself.

“are you going to tell me what happened just then? it seems like you’ve got a lot on your mind.” you remark while stirring the noodles. he shakes his head. “it’s a secret.”

“come on, i tell you everything and you keep secrets from me?”

“i would trade you one secret if you give me some of those chocolate cookies you stashed away in the back of the cabinet so you can have it all to yourself. tsk, tsk. it was the good kind, too.” he jokes, feigning disappointment and sadness.

you give him a side eye before picking a big clump of noodles with your chopsticks, forgetting for a millisecond that they are, indeed, still boiling hot. you yelp and he whips his head while letting go of his own chopsticks, immediately taking your own in his hands as he blows on your lips and scalded tongue.

small beads of tears form in the corner of your eyes as you try to recover from the burn, but even with a hazy view blocked by liquids and the harsh lights in the store, kiyoomi’s face is clearer than ever.

you recall how long it took for the both of you to warm up to each other when you were both introduced by a mutual friend.

you also recall how quick he contacted you, exactly a day after, admitting that he had fun and would like to hang out with you again (against his built up pride of the stoic man that he presents himself as is—or was, now that you know him really well).

and now he’s sitting in front of you, legs beside both of your thighs encasing you, blowing on your tongue you foolishly burnt because you were thinking about what he’s thinking. you let out a cackle and kiyoomi stops blowing.

“what are you thinking about? what was that?”

you stare at him before smirking. “it’s a secret.” you whisper, mimicking him earlier. he stares at you for a really long time before attacking your face with pecks of kisses.

you don’t try to stop him and instead let out some giggles. in the beginning, he’ll only ever do this when there’s no one around. now, he’s gotten bolder with his constant showering of affection. you decide to savor the moment and let him have it.

he stops and looks into your eyes again, face still in his hands. “you. are. a. menace.” he says, pecking your lips with every word. he lets go of you and turns back to his own noodles, slurping some of them once they cooled down to a better temperature. you focus on your own too, and both of you eat in silence.

with his mouth full of noodles, kiyoomi stares at you lovingly. you are aware of it, but you stare straight ahead and focus on the cars outside on the highway to distract yourself from getting shy.

kiyoomi suddenly hugs you. he rests his head on your left shoulder, joining you in your car-watching while simultaneously looking up and admiring your features. you keep your face straight and try your best to keep it rigid. you’re getting red from all the staring anyway. this is your last defense from getting embarrassed. you expect him to go back to his noodles.

contrary to your expectations, however, he leans in.

your heart begins to race.

he leans in really, really close to your ears.

you swear you’re getting palpitations.

“i love you. thank you for being in my life,” he whispers before kissing you sweetly on the left cheek.

your heart feels like it’s going to burst.

you slowly turn your blushing face at him, and you melt when you see him as red as a tomato. the same as you are right now. you’re at a loss for words, so you opted to kiss him. deeply this time. you put your hands around his neck and continue kissing until you break apart while catching your breath.

it takes you a few minutes to reply back.

“you taste spicy.”

“you taste spicy too.”

you both laugh heartily. his right dimple comes out, and so does the one on your left. you go back to watching the cars, putting your left arm around his shoulder as he leans in to you.

“do you think i should get a car?” you ask.

“you can ride in mine. but it’s up to you.” he replies.

you’re getting sleepy. he is too. you mull the thought over.

“nah. i think i’ll hitch a ride in your car forever.” you finally say. kiyoomi happily hums in reply. ‘the passenger seat is only for you and no one else, anyway,’ he thinks.

both of you don’t say it, but the both of you like this. five years down the line, the two of you still carry out the same routine. like it’s set in stone, like it’s part of your lives, like it’s embedded in your hearts.

🌿 footnotes:

i am the convenience store employee watching these two idiots being in love and gushing over how adorable they are ….. haha …ha…. sucks to be single ……. i guess….. 🫠

stamped and mailed with love,

joo 🌸

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omi-boshi · 23 days

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"Hey, Kiyoomi-kun!" Shion yells from the open door leading to the locker rooms, voice a little breathless. "Your phone rang." Kiyoomi quirks an eyebrow in curiosity. There's still 15 minutes left of their break and truthfully, Kiyoomi is not inclined to leave the comfortable position he's resting in: sat on the floor, legs stretched out in front of him as he caught his breath. Still, he rises to his feet and ambles towards the locker room. Kiyoomi typically has his phone on Do Not Disturb. If anyone's messaging him at this time, it could only be one person: you. He thumbs his phone open; the screen flashes with a photo of you and him from your most recent anniversary, before he clicks on the message that, just as he guessed, came from you.

It's a video.

For a moment, he considers saving it for later just in case it ends up being racier than what's acceptable to play in public but the motion blur from the thumbnail suggests otherwise. Besides, it's barely past 5PM, you're only on the way home at this time.

Ultimately curiosity gets the better of him and he plays the video without further ado.

"Hey, babe!" Your voice crackles through the speaker. In the video, you're running. The backdrop is the familiar landscape of the neighborhood you both reside in.

"This is proof that I would never try to bring home a stray dog." You look off to the side, the camera tilting with the motion and showing the dog that's running alongside you. "See, Kiyoomi!" You look towards your phone. Despite doing your utmost at feigning disappointment and concern at being followed, your giddiness bleeds through your voice and it's enough to pull a smile out of Kiyoomi.

"See! I'm running! I'm running away from you!" Your voice lowers in volume as you direct your words to the dog. It's immediately followed by, "Come on, buddy! Come on— Go away!" You say the last part to the camera. Eyes wide, as if you were looking directly at Kiyoomi and convincing him in person.

Kiyoomi falters at the way you try your damndest to tamp down your grin, the faux disappointment coming back as you address him through the video. His grin widens.

"What are you doing? Go away!" You turn to the dog. "I said run— run away—come on, come on—Run, buddy—Run away!"

As you grow increasingly breathless, Kiyoomi's amusement crests, sending him into fits of laughter that catch the attention of everyone within the vicinity. His laughter continues as he watches you run with this dog, at one point, even waving it over when it strays too far.

By the time the video abruptly cuts off, the fatigue Kiyoomi felt from practice is replaced by this warmth in his chest brought about by your valiant attempt at not leading a stray dog into your home. When his laughter subsides, Shoyo bounds over towards him, curious at what has the reclusive spiker so amused. "You seem happy, Omi-san. Any good news?" Kiyoomi spares him a glance, laughter dying down, and a soft quirk to his lips that Shoyo has learned can only be pulled out of him by you. "Yeah... I think we're getting a dog."

(based on this silly little video)

#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa x you #sakusa x y/n #sakusa x self-insert #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #sakusa headcanons #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq x y/n #san's blobs

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omiisangel · 2 years

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yandere!kiyoomi vs kiyoomi

do not repost without permission | reference

#iyns.art #𐐪𐑂 — kiyodi #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x self insert #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader #hq self ship #hq sakusa #sakusa fanart #haikyuu self insert #haikyuu

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shioririn · 5 months

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The Distance Between Us | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa Kiyoomi is a realist.

Not only does he dislike wasting his time on idle thoughts and worries that are mere inconveniences, but he also preferred dealing with the problems when they surface. And with the current predicament that he’d left untreated for far too long, it’s finally time for him to have is dealt with once and for all - or at least until he manages to screw himself over once again.

The empty space that separates the both of you couldn’t have stretched any longer, nor could it feel any colder than it already is, but seeing the distressed expression on your face only served as the final nail in the coffin that he’d built for himself. If he had known that this would happen, he wouldn’t have stood watching as you ran off, not even attempting to call or check up on you when you needed him the most.

It truly is cowardly of him.

In the months that you’d known each other, you both acknowledges the flaws that each of you carry, but being the prideful people that you are, refused to admit to it until the damage has been done. While Kiyoomi is the one that refuses to allow anyone into his physical bubble, you, in turn, is the one that struggles to show emotional vulnerability, even if you needed to. This alone had caused a lot of friction between the both of you, yet you had left it untreated simply because neither of you had the courage to cross the line that separates you the most.

While some people would argue that distance would only make the heart grow fonder, Sakusa Kiyoomi wholeheartedly disagrees.

How could he agree when it was the same distance that now drove a wedge between the both of you, with the indefinite promise of reunion floating in the wind idly?

And when he’d signed the contract with MSBY Black Jackals without much hesitation, the distance only grew even larger as Kiyoomi packed his belongings and hopped on the first flight out to Osaka, leaving what little pieces pieces of his heart in his empty apartment behind. He reminded himself that it was better if he gave you the space you desired - it was not - and that you’d be fine because you’ll always be fine - you were not - so he left.

In hindsight, it was a terrible decision.

To leave you when you needed him, not signing with the Jackals, he repeated.

Komori calls him every Saturday morning to remind him, after all.

The way he ended things with you was less than pleasant, but he was also only seventeen and ignorant. Ignorant of feelings, and disregarding of yours.

You had always tried to communicate through light touches - he misses them - be it linking your pinkie finger with his when they brush past each other as he walks you home after practice, or the way he could feel you smile through the fabric of his shirt when he doesn’t recoil immediately when you hug him, and he wonders if you ever understood him through his eyes. He used to think that you did, but perhaps he was arrogant for assuming such, as the flinch you’d given him when those words left his lips were so foreign, and filled with even more hurt.

Perhaps there had always been a distance that neither of you could see.

He was only ten steps away from you when he met you again for the first time in five years, less, if he were to take larger strides. But unlike the last time he saw you, he harbored no nervousness; because unlike last time, you no longer looked at him like he was a stranger.

Five steps.

He could almost hear the sound of his own heartbeat thundering against his chest, and he swore that if he were to attempt to speak, his heart would jump itself out of his body, so he didn’t speak.

Four steps.

You held your gaze with his, unwavering, and wonders if his eyes have always held so many emotions at the same time. They seem to jump from uncertainty to hesitation, but you eventually found the one emotion that you’d been searching for since middle school, so you smiled, satisfied.

Three steps.

His palms felt sweaty, but he welcomes it, his finger twitching as if searching for the familiar warmth he’d grown accustomed to.

Two steps.

You resisted the urge to take the last step yourself, so you kept your feet planted where they are, although it didn’t stop you from turning the ring that sat on the ring finger of your left hand, a comforting gesture that you weren’t sure you’ll ever be able to shake off.

One step.

He reached out to cup your face with his hands delicately, as if afraid that you’d suddenly vanish right in front of his eyes, but you remained as you are, and he lets out an involuntary sigh of relief, one that you laughed airily at.

“Welcome home, Kiyoomi.”

Maybe what we’d perceived to be distant never really is, and all we needed was a little bit of courage to close the distance between us.

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sadlysoulx · 2 years

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[3:00]– Haikyuu boy's reaction when you slap their butt!!

Who» Oikawa, Sakusa, Tanaka

What» how they react to you when you slap their butt lmao

!!WARNINGS!!» BUTT SLAPPING, ASS, BUTTS, BUBBLE BUTTS, BORED READER, MOANING, KINDA SUGGESTIVE!!

Quote of the day» "If you're gonna hit it, hit until it breaks😈"– Oikawa Torū, 2012(?)

[PART 1] PART 2

Oikawa had a good day, everything went smoothly in the practice, you were much more affectionate, he had good grades in his exams, nothing could go wrong.

He whistled a tune as he slung his gym bag over his shoulder and then bid his goodbyes to his teammates.

Oikawa hadn't even set a foot out the gym when he felt someone slap his bottom, hard.

He screeched, grabbing his ass and frantically looking around, his eyes landed on you, trying and failing to keep in your laughs.

"Oh my god, Torū!" You laughed, bending over and placing your hands on your knees. "That was hilarious!"

Oikawa crossed his arms, blushing hard. "I'm gonna get you back for that,"

The last thing his teammates heard from outside the gym is a loud slap and your scream.

Sakusa is used to your weird antics. You'll do the weirdest things and he wouldn't be bothered, clearly expecting it from you.

One time, he was talking to an acquaintance in the basketball court and when he turned around, he sees you sitting on the basketball hoop. It gave him a small heart attack and he didn't even want to ask how did you get up there.

But slapping his butt, his bottom, his ass, was the last thing he expected you to do.

"W-what was that for?" His face is flushed red definitely not expecting you to slap his ass out of nowhere. His hands were shielding his bottom.

"I don't know," You smiled. "Your butt looks lonely so I gave it a high-five,"

Sakusa should have expected that from you.

Out of nowhere, you decided to slap Tanaka's butt. He slaps yours all time, why can't you?

You giggled to yourself at the idea, mentally patting yourself at the back. You see your boyfriend waiting for you outside the shop, he kept sneezing inside Bath&Body works so he has to stay out.

You tiptoed up to him, rubbing your hands together, to warm them up and then—

SLAP!

"aaaHhhhHh~Yamete kudasai~!" Tanaka moaned out loud, grabbing his bottom and arching his back. You gasped, immediately walking away from him, people turned to the two of you and you pretended not to know him.

Tanaka turned and saw you, smirking. "Oh! Babe! It's just you!"

You turned around, began walking away, heat raising to your cheeks. "No, no, no. Not again, 100% wouldn't recommend and wouldn't do it again,"

Tanaka laughed, running up to you and swung an arm around you.

"Learned your lesson eh?" He chuckled before softly, slapping your ass.

this is full right cringe, I won't do this again. Idk why did I even do this.

likes and reblogs are fully appreciated <3

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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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rinsramenshop · 2 years

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boyfriend!sakusa kiyoomi ♡

bf!sakusa who opens the door for you, whether its a restaurant or car door. a small habit he’s always had since he started dating you

bf!sakusa who starts his days thinking of you and ends his day thinking of you. it may not be his first thought, but you’re in his head

bf!sakusa who has a drawer in his bathroom for your products. he often stocks up whenever he notices you’re missing something

bf!sakusa who has his own cookbooks for recipes of your favorite foods

bf!sakusa who has matching keychains with you, his is always on his volleyball bag so he gets reminded of you

bf!sakusa who smiles at your texts no matter what it is. miya has caught him a few times

bf!sakusa who made a care package for you whenever you two had to be apart. it includes your favorite snacks, drinks, and photos of you two

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