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emmyrosee · 6 months

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“Baby, I promise I was kidding.”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now, Rintaro.”

“‘Rintaro?’ Baby, it was a joke! If I knew it would actually make you upset, I wouldn’t have done it.”

Your eyes are watery and pouty when you look at him, and he blinks down at you expectantly. Then you huff, “of course I’m upset! It’s a sign of disrespect.”

Rintaro groans and squats down in front of you, head moving back and forth to keep his eyes locked on yours as you try to move your own gaze, “baby, I swear, I didn’t mean it, I thought it would make you laugh.”

He never thought hitting your Pompurin plush would have you in such shambles. You’ve been ignoring him all ride with a small grimace on your lips, playing with Pompurin’s arms and tiny feet, sometimes answering questions about what’s on the tag. You’re deadset on ignoring him. It’s destroying him.

With a small sigh, he leans up to try and plant a kiss to your lips, despite the fact that the last thing he’d think you’d want is a kiss. It’s something he knows you adore, though, he hopes you see through your anger to see him.

You do pout out slightly to try and chase his lips, and it fills him with relief.

“It was pretend, baby,” he mumbles, trying to convince you. “I’d never mean to hit him, I was pretending to be mad that he’d take you away from me.”

Well. It was only half pretend.

But you don’t need to know that.

You gently twist pompurin’s ears in your fingers, shrugging and shaking your face from his hands slightly. “You hurt my feelings Rin.”

Once again, he grabs your chin, leaning up to press another kiss to your lips. “I know, baby. I thought it’d be funny.”

“Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m so sorry-“

“Not to me,” you grumble. “To him!” You hold up the new pompurin plush, and Rintaro tucks his lips in his mouth to hide the annoyed sigh that wants to slip out.

Annoyed, albeit still endeared.

Green eyes hyper fixate on the doey eyes of pompurin, smacking his lips and nodding in respect. “I’m sorry, Pompurin. I never should’ve hit you. And I hope you’ll consider forgiving me and taking care of them while I’m at practice.”

In his peripheral, he sees you smile, your fingers shifting to move pompurin’s head to nod.

“Thank you for apologizing,” you say as you lower the new plush animal. “I love you.”

He smirks and leans forward one final time to kiss you, and you giggle in the kiss and toss your arms around his neck.

If he could guarantee you’d always be this affectionate after, he’d playfully smack all your stuffed animals.

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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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“Rin,” you whine, perching your chin on his stomach, eyeing him despite the phone that blocks your view. He’s aimlessly scrolling, just like he always does before bed, and you’re keen on stopping him. Your stomach grumbles and you call his name again. “Rintarouu.”

Without looking, he plops a hand onto your head and tells you, “Sorry, it’s after business hours.”

“Rin,” you’re not above groveling as your voice dips into a whine again, “can we go get food?”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“So? That McDonald’s down the street is open. I already checked.”

Rintarou’s hand moves to start massaging your scalp, though he still refuses to look at you.

“And, when have you ever turned down late-night fries?”

His phone tilts to the right and his pretty face comes into view, faux annoyance crossing his features. “But I’m sleepy, and it’s cold out.”

Making a show of batting your lashes at him, you jut out your bottom lip. “Please, babe. It’ll be my treat. You don’t even have to order if you don’t want to.” You shuffle up his chest to invade more of his space. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, huh?” He quirks a brow, putting his phone aside to pull you towards his chest. “I like the sound of that.”

“Rin,” you redirect, “the food. That’s priority number one.”

His lithe fingers curl around the back of your neck, guiding you forward until your lips meet. He pulls away after a few, sweet seconds, but not before nipping at your bottom lip. “Alright, fine. We’ll go.”

He pinches the plush of your warming cheek and grins. “But only because you beg so pretty.”

Rolling your eyes and pushing against his chest, you move to stand, pulling on his hand to force him to make good on his promise.

When you reach the front door, clad in his EJP hoodie that’s a size or two too big, Rintarou tugs the hood up onto your head and pulls on the strings, making it scrunch around your face. He ties them before bundling you up in his coat next.

Affection creeps into the corners of Rintarou’s gray eyes as he inspects your form. “C’mon stinky, let’s go. My baby’s gotta eat.”

Five minutes later, you’re standing in the lobby of McDonald’s, cheeks rosy from the cold and Rintarou’s fingers entangled with yours as he earnestly inspects the menu. When you’re up, he tugs you along towards the counter, and speaks before you even have the chance to open your mouth, ordering your usual and then his, making a point to slip his card into the machine.

“Hey,” you hiss once the order is placed, squeezing his hand in yours. “I said I’d pay.”

He stoops a bit to press a kiss to the crown of your head, right atop your hood. “Don’t you worry yer pretty lil’ head about it, okay? I wanted to.”

“But-”

A click of his tongue stops you in your tracks as he slings his arm around your shoulders. “Nuh uh. No buts.”

You sigh at his insistence, but nevertheless you tell him, “Thank you, Rin.”

Pleased, he hums, “Mhm.”

The food comes out moments later, and with his arm still resting on your shoulders, he guides you home. And as a winter chill nips at the tip of your nose, you snuggle closer to Rintarou’s side, excited to share a late-night snack with him.

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mavrintarou · 1 year

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[3:19 PM] - Suna Rintarou

Gotta head out - be back later to edit... or not. Enjoy!

Warning: smut . Aside from volleyball, Rintarou was naturally gifted with the camera.

He had captured some of the most exquisite and breathtaking photographs of Y/n, making it look like they were professional shots.

He also possessed a collection of the most embarrassing shots, which he kept strictly to himself. There were also a few special ones that were meant for his eyes only, capturing intimate moments between them.

He was a very active Instagramer – posting quite frequently for his million followers, but he kept his relationship out of public eyes.

When Rintarou created a TikTok account, his followers grew by the day.

He would capture a wide range of videos, from documenting his volleyball training sessions and games to showcasing the delicious lunches Y/n packed for him. He even recorded moments of making his coffee, creating a collection of glimpses into his daily life.

Each time he makes a video, Y/n gets a notification, and she entertains herself with them.

“My baby made me some Korean food today,” he sniffs his bento, groaning. “I told her I’ve been craving some Korean food, and… she loves me so much.” He stuffs his mouth with a Kimbap. “You guys ask if she makes me lunch every day – yes. Does she not work or… is she a stay-at-home partner?” He shoves another Kimbap into his mouth. “She’s definitely an independent woman who earns her own money and won’t allow me to support her like the best boyfriend I am…” he narrows his eyes directly at the camera, “she always watches my videos, so – please tell her that it she needs to let me treat her like a queen.”

Y/n burst out laughing and clicked on the comments.

Suna’s girlfriend, please allow Rintarou to treat you like a queen!

Can we get a glimpse of her?

She is so lucky!

You’re so lucky; your food looks so good!

Y/n narrows her eyes at the first comment.

You’re so hot, Rin; please fuck me!

Y/n clicked on the person’s profile of a young woman.

Curiosity got Y/n going through Rin’s other videos to view the comments. She saw the same account commenting on every one of Rin’s videos, saying something inappropriate.

Rin checked his phone as he slipped his shirt on.

He was still waiting for a message from Y/n.

Though it wasn’t unusual, it felt odd that she didn’t text or react to his video.

She always commented or reacted to his video.

Did she not see it?

But it clearly said Read 2:35 PM underneath the message.

Without wasting another moment, he made his way toward their apartment, a sense of urgency guiding his steps. Sitting behind the wheel, waiting at a red light, he drummed his fingers anxiously on the steering wheel. The unsettling feeling gnawed at him, the sense that something was amiss between them weighing heavily on his mind.

While they didn’t frequently engage in conflicts, he made a conscious effort to minimize arguments, fully aware that disagreements are a natural part of any relationship. Over the course of their four-year journey together, they encountered only a few instances where tension escalated. However, despite needing some time to cool off, they always found a way to come together and discuss their concerns. They were committed to understanding each other’s perspective and exploring ways to grow and improve for the sake of their relationship.

And have hot makeup sex.

Rintarou jams the button to his floor in the elevator impatiently. Of all days, it seemed like the elevator door was being an asshole and taking its merry time to get him up to his floor.

“Y/n!” He shouts once he enters his apartment.

“Yes?” her sweet voice calls from the kitchen.

She doesn’t sound upset or mad, he thought. He quickly toes off his shoes and drops his gym bag in the living room to head to the kitchen. His heart relaxes a bit, finding her in the kitchen preparing dinner.

But he was still a little nervous and wasn’t entirely convinced she wasn’t upset.

He goes to wrap his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek and resting his chin on her shoulder. “How was your day?”

“Good,” she answered, “you?”

“Tired,” he answered as usual, “but a little… nervous.”

She finished whatever she was doing before washing her hands, the both of them doing a funny dance towards the sink because once Rin clings on to Y/n, it is no use trying to get him off.

“Go wash your hands and sit down; let’s eat.” She hears his sigh before he lets her go, and she watches over her shoulder as he pouts towards the sink to wash his hands and takes a seat in his usual spot.

Y/n leans against the counter, watching him zone out sitting there. Rintarou may be hard to read on the court, but Y/n could read him anytime.

Something weighed heavily on him, and his emotions spilled out much like a toddler’s when they couldn’t express their feelings.

He doesn’t realize Y/n has yet to set the table, “why are you nervous?”

He gazed up at her with a lost expression, his voice barely above a whisper. “You didn’t react to my video,” he murmured, seeking an answer with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

Y/n arched an eyebrow at him, suppressing a chuckle. “What?”

“You didn’t react to my video today… did you not watch it?” he inquired with a tinge of concern. “Did I say too much in the video about you?” The renowned and notorious Middle Blocker for EJP Raijin resembled an anxious child, desperately seeking reassurance if he had done the right thing.

Y/n furrowed her brows, a realization dawning upon her as she acknowledged her lack of response to his video. “Oh, Rin,” she chuckled softly, moving closer and straddling his lap. Tenderly cupping his face, she pressed her lips against his pout, kissing it away. “I did watch it, but I must have gotten carried away reading the comments,” she explained, her tone apologetic. Her eyes narrowed as she mentioned one particular fan. “There was this one fan who was quite vulgar towards you,” she continued, her voice hinting disapproval. “I didn’t like it one bit.”

Something flickered in his eyes, and Y/n couldn’t help but roll her eyes, anticipating his reaction. “Are you… jealous?” he asked a hint of amusement in his voice.

There it is.

“No, I’m not. I don’t need to be jealous when I already have you.”

Rin kisses her throat and nips the skin there. “You’re right; I’m yours, all yours, just as you’re mine, right?”

“Hmm,” Y/n runs her fingers through his hair before gripping a fist full and tilting his head back. “All mine.”

His eyes widen for a split second before they squeeze shut when Y/n trails her tongue along his jaw and down his neck. She was not one to mark him in prominent areas, but tonight, she showed no mercy to his neck.

“Y/n…” Rin groans ten minutes later. His hands grip her hips, desperately guiding her to rock herself over his lap. “’nough…”

She pulls back and admires her work; now she knows how Rin feels. She leans to peck his lips and lifts herself, “all right, let’s eat!”

“What!” His grip on her hips tightens, “no way, you can’t leave me like that.” He looks down at his crotch; the outlining of his thick cock is visible against his joggers.

“But… our food will get cold?”

Rintarou chuckles, “no way, baby, food can wait… not me.”

Y/n squeal when he pushes her onto the table, grabs the end of her yoga pants, and tugs them off in one go. He pulls her panties aside and pulls cock out enough to slowly thrust into her pussy.

“Ah… Rin,” she moans, gripping the edge of the table. “Fuck… yes…”

His thrusts are slow and deep. “You had me worrying for no reason…” he leans over and grips her jaw to kiss her deeply, “I’ll show them – “ he speeds up his thrusts, “I’ll show them I’m yours… only yours….”

All the rubbing and rocking over him stimulated her, and Y/n was close until Rin pulled out of her. “Rin?”

He maneuvers her onto her front side and smacks her ass before getting down on one knee. He pulls her panties off and smothers his face into her core, slurping, sucking, and biting.

“Rin!”

He squeezes her cheeks hard, taking a bite on each side before standing back up, “need to mark you as mine too…” he guides his cock back home and thrusts fast and hard.

Their kitchen echoes with skin slapping skin and the kitchen table squeaking.

“I’m so… I’m so close baby…” Rin groans, and seconds later, hips jerking and cock spasming as he cums inside.

Rin withdraws; his eyes are fixated and anticipating as his cum drips out.

A minute later, after catching each other’s breath, Rin whispered, “baby?”

Y/n turns to look over her shoulders, clearly in bliss. “Yes?”

“Bed?”

“Yes, please…”

“Today, my baby packed me my favorite… jelly fruit sticks!”

Y/n sipped her morning coffee and tapped the heart on the video before clicking on the comment button.

Those are my favorites too!

You’re like an excited schoolboy about their lunches!

Is no one going to talk about it?...

Suna-san… what are those marks on your neck?

Are those… hickies?

Those are definitely hickies… wow… his girlfriend is kinky…

. . .

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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BOYS ARE STUPID

cw: implied f!reader, mentions of girlhood and teenage insecurity, the girls are gossiping and suna is jealous >:) wc: 2.4k

a/n: so this is technically a suna x reader piece but it kinda turned into something else along the way ??? with that being said, this was truly a blast to write. something about girlhood is so special to me :( so this felt like therapy to be able to bring to life LOL, completely inspired by this cute art of sister!suna and her loser brother

Sometimes, you think Suna just speaks to get a reaction out of you.

A true wild card, you’re never quite sure what nonsense is brewing behind his eyes and atop his tongue. He likes the element of surprise, confusing you with a random fact or flustering you with a lewd remark. You’ve become used to his antics, taking what he gives you and no longer expecting anything less than odd when it comes to him.

Laying on top of his plaid comforter, you can hear muffled insults being thrown through the walls of his bedroom. His tone isn’t seriously angry or upset, but instead laced with a special annoyance that only a younger sibling can pull from their senior.

The bickering abruptly ends as Suna swings his bedroom door open to return to you. Briefly, you spot his younger sister in the hallway behind him—slightly pouting with her arms crossed in defense. She goes to open her mouth once more, but Suna is quick to grab what he can from his desk (an Animal Crossing themed plushie) and throw it her way before slamming the door shut.

You send him a humorous glance, one that silently begs for the details of the quarrel. Your boyfriend reads your interest like a book, before plopping himself in his desk chair with a sigh.

“My sister wants to hang out with you,” he drops casually.

“What? Really?”

Your head immediately lifts from Suna’s pillow in excitement, turning your attention to where he swivels his chair in lazy circles.

“Yup,” he emphasizes the pop of the p through his pursed lips, “said she wants to save you from my cooties, or something stupid.”

Your nose slightly twitches at his big brother-esque explanation—catching your scolding glare, he holds his hands up in innocence, “Her words, not mine.”

You sit on the statement, still puzzled at how the quarrel in the hallway correlates with the information at hand. Seeing your brow still furrowed with confusion, he clarifies, “She also thinks you’re cooler than me.”

You scoff with amusement, “I mean, she’s right about that.”

Suna’s younger sister, a timid but incredibly witty girl, had honestly never expressed too much of an interest in you. It’s not that she didn’t like you, she was just quiet, young. Often reserved and keeping to herself, much like her brother, whose mischievous personality never quite shined through until you’d gotten to know him better.

The mere thought of her insinuating an interest in your friendship has you beaming with an overwhelming excitement.

Nearly jumping from his bed, you sit yourself up against the headboard with an impatient, “Well, what’d you tell her?”

Now, it’s Suna’s turn to scoff, “No, obviously.”

He drags his feet along the navy rug of his room as he swings back and forth in his chair, kicking his legs out before him every now and then. He looks oddly young doing so, like a child ashamed of an incident at school or a puppy who’s just chewed up the couch cushions.

“Rintaro!” your tone spills with frustration. You throw a pillow his way, one he dodges with ease, “Why would you say that? I’d love to take her out!”

“She’s a freak,” he’s quick to retort, voice trailing off as his sentence strings itself along, “and maybe I don’t wanna share you.”

The realization sets in slowly—the shyness you believed to be guilt was actually jealousy. You swear you see a faint blush lingering on his pale cheeks as he holds his tongue between his teeth. The sight soothes the irritation that threatens to flood your response.

“I don’t think that’ll be an issue, Rin,” you do your best to softly reassure his childish thought, “unless you really do have cooties.”

His tongue presses against the inside of his bitten cheek at he sits on his response, “Well if I do, then that sucks for her. Because you definitely have them by now.”

With an amused smile, you extend a grabby hand in his direction, motioning him to join you in his bed. With an immature scowl, he begrudgingly does—slowly standing from his desk and sulking his way over to your embrace.

He slumps his full body weight on top of you, fighting off a chuckle when he hears your stifled groan beneath him. Your fingers find the tuffs of hair that decorate the nape of his neck. He feels himself relax beneath the tender scratch of your nails, before feeling your breath tickle his ear.

“Tell her I’ll take her out to lunch, we can plan a date,” you conclude in a whisper that leaves him little room to argue.

Suna internally pouts at your use of the word date with anyone other than him, let alone his sister. He’s smart enough to know the lack of threat behind it, but he can’t help himself—he’s alarmingly stubborn and incredibly jealous when it comes to you, regardless of whoever it is taking your time away from him.

But still, something about the pleading in your voice and the excitement flashing behind your eyes has him giving in to your command without a fight.

“Fine.”

...

Rintaro’s sister is just like him, practically a lab-created clone of his reserved, yet witty persona.

A part of you would think they were twins if it weren't for her evident childish flair—her zebra print backpack slightly bounces as she walks, the scrunchie that loosely holds her ponytail is wrapped in sequins of purple and blue, her cellphone is decorated with stickers of sleeping farm animals.

Though years younger and barely her own person yet, she embodies a lot of his little quirks. Her eyes squint of the slightest judgement at your choice in restaurant, her mouth permanently resides in a pressed line when it’s not being stuffed with buttered bread, her laughter—though sparse and quiet—is contagiously light and airy.

The lunch is going as well as expected. It’s fine, a few awkward pauses here and there, paired with a few conversations that go a bit farther than anticipated. You find yourself thinking about your thirteen-year old self, if the two of you would’ve been friends who giggle in the cafeteria about silly, nonsensical things.

Her smooth and collected voice interrupts your thoughts.

“What do boys like?” she abruptly inquires between generous gulps of pink lemonade. You watch the rose colored liquid crawl up her straw as she makes a dent in the amount rather quickly.

A bit taken back at the loaded question, you stutter, “What do they like?”

“Yeah, like, I don’t know—” she trails off, suddenly anxious and dismissive compared to her prior attitude, as she tries to find strength in her words, “—is there something that you can do…to make them like you?”

The innocent question breaks your heart, having been a growing and insecure teenager once yourself. You can’t help but ache to know her reasoning for the sudden inquiry, and why on earth she’s asking you of all people for advice on the matter.

Not wanting to belittle her vulnerability, you send a reassuring smile her way. “Why’re you asking me?” bubbles from your throat with a friendliness you hope she finds comfort in.

Her familiar golden eyes bore back at you in judgement once more, before elaborating what she thought to be obvious. Almost as if it physically hurts to explain herself, she does so in a rushed ramble.

“Because you’re cool, and Rintaro really really likes you,” she idly twirls her fork between her fingers to busy her hands, “and if my loser brother managed to score someone like you, then there must be something I can do to get people to like me, too.”

Her blunt delivery makes you laugh, which brings the faintest twitch of a smile to her face. After all, if there’s one thing the Suna siblings have in common, it’s making people laugh with their lack of filter.

You want to reach across the table and offer her a hand—as a sister, a friend, a mentor, anything she’d be willing to accept. You want to grab her by the shoulders and insist that she’s perfect the way she is right now, that she shouldn’t change to please anyone, let alone teenage boys who don’t know their ass from their elbow. You ache to drill into her mind that girlhood is grueling. That it strips you of an innocence you didn’t even realize you had until it’s already gone, leaving nothing but a hollowed core behind.

However, looking across the table at the timid girl, you see a reflection of not only your boyfriend, but of yourself in her uneasy adolescence. With a deep exhale, you decide on the simplest, most poetic terms you can muster.

“Boys are stupid,” you retort with confidence, “and I wish I could say they get smarter as they get older, but I don’t think they do.”

A foreign look flashes across her face, and you're not too sure if it’s one of surprise or disappointment. Either way you go on, taking a small pride in the way her eyes light up with interest at your continuation.

“But just because they’re stupid, doesn’t mean there aren’t a few good ones, too,” you remind her.

Because as you think about a jealous Rintaro sulking in the grey walls of his childhood bedroom, you decide that’s what life and love and boys are—sometimes stupid, sometimes good, sometimes both and somehow neither.

She chews on your words for a few silent moments, thinking them over and playing out their possibilities.

“You should just be yourself,” you conclude when the server passes your table, dropping off a dessert that resembles a middle schooler’s dream concoction. “Boys will like that, or at least the boys who matter will.”

After a few moments of silence and a dessert that’s begging to be devoured now sitting in the center of the table, the younger Suna speaks up.

“Is my brother stupid?” she eyes the plate with a spoon in hand and a hungry, determined look in her eye.

The simple question has you laughing once more, before confirming with a mere nod, “The stupidest.”

...

Suna practically races to the door when he hears your car pull into his driveway.

Trying (and failing) to play it cool, he casually waits by the threshold for the two of you to prance through the entryway. He’s nearly knocked off his feet by what he sees—his little sister, always stoic and snarky, is smiling from ear to ear as she giggles her way inside with you trailing not far behind.

She makes eye contact with her older brother, immediately changing her soft expression to her usual cold and disinterested glare.

Rintaro sees right through her act.

After all, he reacts the same way when he’s caught smiling at your words by the twins. He can’t help but swallow back the realization that, maybe that’s just the infectious effect you have on the Suna family.

You greet him with a grin as you take your shoes off, making your way towards the extended arm raised by his side. He wastes no time in motioning you towards the privacy of his bedroom. You follow his not-so-subtle lead, but not without thanking his sister again for your date today.

As you enter his room with his hand guiding your back, he releases a long-held sigh of relief.

“So, what’d you guys talk about?” he immediately spills over—meant for you, but his sister responds from the hallway before he can fully close the door to his bedroom.

Through the tiny creak, she smirks before howling, “How stupid you are.”

Suna’s quick to swing his door open once more, throwing the nearest item decorating his floor (today, a dirty Inarizaki hoodie) her way before firing back with mockery.

“Ooooh, good one. You should be a comedian.”

His door slams shut before she can retaliate, and the deja vu of the situation has you fighting off a smirk. Suna stares at the wooden panel for a moment before taking a sharp inhale and turning towards you.

The look in his eye completely contradicts his prior expression of annoyance as he beams your way, realizing he didn’t greet you properly in the midst of his anxiousness.

He reaches for your hand and places a sweet kiss on it’s back, “Hi, pretty.”

You return his words with a laugh, “Hi, Rin.”

“How was it?” he asks earnestly this time, all attention devoted to you.

While he may have been jealous of his sister spending time with you, he’s also a bit antsy to hear how it went. He wants to know where you ate, what you talked about, how much money he’s going to venmo you later for the bill (even though he knows your stubborn ass will refuse it).

He wants to know if his sister showed you any embarrassing pictures of him from middle school, or if you told her about the time he tripped down the stairs. He wants to know if the two of you sat in an uncomfortable silence at first, if it eventually faded into a natural conversation of banter and giggles. He wants to know if you’d do it again, if you liked spending time with one of the people who made him the instigator he is today.

After all, you are two very important people in his life—in different ways of course. He loves you every single morning when he wakes up, wants to smother you in every ounce of love he can muster. He wants to strangle his younger sister most of the time, yes, but that doesn't mean it’s not out of love.

With his nerves melting away, he’s more than relieved when your lips stretch into a soft smile.

“It was fun,” you beam with giddy excitement. “She reminds me a lot of you.”

Suna dryly chuckles. “Weird, it’s almost like we’re related,” sarcasm drips through his quick response.

Your hand pulls away from his and finds his arm with a smack, but it feels like a win for Suna when you giggle at this words and let him pull you down onto his bed.

He brushes a few stray hairs from your forehead, “So what’d you guys actually talk about?”

His eyebrows furrow at your sudden expression, one with equal elements of guilt and mischief.

You grin, “Well, I mean, technically she’s not wrong.”

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salsakiyoomi · 1 year

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"why are you here?"

the january cold may have been harsh on suna's skin, but your words were harsher on his heart.

he's standing at the doorstep of your apartment, and in front of an irriated and groggy looking you, who he may have awoken at three am in the middle of the night.

you cross your arms and lean on the doorway frame, waiting for his answer.

he may have expected a bit of a warmer greeting, though he's not sure if his expectations are valid — not anymore, not since you've broken up with him.

"i, uhm," he trails off and pauses, looking around everywhere but at you, "i need somewhere to stay at."

you frown at him, "suna, are you drunk?"

you might as well have taken a knife and stabbed it in his heart when you used his last name as he replies, "no. maybe — a little bit."

you know he's lying, you've known him for three years to know when he is, and you've known him for three years to know when he's drunk — and the red that taints his cheeks say that he may have had more than his fair share of drinks.

"can i come in?" he asks, finally looking at you, you can see the way he slightly shivers with the chill that stings in the air.

you don't know what to say, you don't know if you should let him in — no, you know that you shouldn't let him in and he knows that he shouldn't be asking this question, he knows he shouldn't even be here in the first place, and yet here he stands at the doorstep of your apartment.

you stay silent, for a moment, and then two before you finally answer him, "i guess i can't just leave you at the mercy of the january cold." you say quietly as you step away from the doorway and let him in — it's a snowy and crisp night, and you can't send him out on the streets where the biting winds would get him.

and besides, against your bitter will, you may have missed him.

suna navigates his way around your apartment as though it's his second home, you presume that it is or at least it used to be as you watch him make his way to the couch and slump on it.

"make yourself comfortable, i guess." you mutter under your breath before you disappear into your room.

suna knows that he shouldn't be here, not when he's intoxicated and drunk on martinis, not after he went to the bar to do so just to get his mind off of you, and yet he still found himself circling back to you, first with a phone call, then two, then three, all which you didn't notice until he decided to finally go to your place, his feet dragged him there as though it was second nature and it might as well have been his lucky day when you let him in even though your break up ended with you saying that you didn't want to have anything to do with him.

but suna can't help it, he really can't, he can't get his mind off of you and his heart still longs for you but he thinks he's exaggerating, at least now he does with the alcohol settling in his system, his mind a daze with the only thought on it being you and the fact that he's at your apartment, and his eyelids now feel heavier.

and so when you come back with a pillow and comforter for him, you find him laying on the couch, head facing the ceiling.

a small smiles stretches at your lips as you make your way over to him, "sleepy already? i guess you've had too much to handle." you chide as you begin to cover him with the comforter, his eyes are still open but droopy.

"y/n," he calls out your name and you can't help but pause at it as you answer him, "yes?"

"i love you." he says, it's quiet, a bit intimate and almost innocent as he looks at you, waiting for your answer.

you may have not noticed how eloquent his tone was, how heartfelt his words actually were, or maybe you did, maybe you just chose to ignore it or maybe you just didn't believe him no matter how honest he actually was because you frown at him with a slight pout at your lips.

you say quietly, "you're too drunk, suna."

you tuck him in, your heart beating dully in your chest, maybe you can't hear his heartbeat but you can see the way his eyes dim as his chest throbs at your words.

the january cold may have been harsh but you don't realize how much harsher your words are to him as you speak once more,

"maybe tell me that when you're sober."

prequel

#why'd you only call me when you're high by the arctic monkeys #this song has his vibes dont ask me why #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu angst #suna rintaro #suna scenarios #suna headcanons #suna imagine #suna drabbles #suna angst #suna x reader #i dont write much angst but a change is always good #so im just trying things out

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heartsoji · 1 year

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falling in love with your roommate, suna rintaro

roommates to lovers

a/n: i haven't read the manga so i don't rly know anything abt rin's fam situation - sorry if any info is incorrect loll also this is more of like a college au?? idk if rin went to college but here it is

a/n pt. 2: i kinda switch between using rin and suna sorry

"rintaro!"

"what?"

"aren't you tired of living in my home, still? you're 21! i'm sure all of your friends have moved out already, right? most of them probably moved out at 18, but you haven't budged an inch!" mrs. suna scolded.

"yeah, yeah, pipe down, mom. i'll move out soon, i promise."

"no! it was fine that you stayed home for your freshman year of college, and i thought that you'd start being independent for your sophomore year, but you're still completely dependent on us! you don't cook, buy groceries, clean, or do any work around here! what are you going to do when you've graduated and you don't know how to run a washing machine?"

"yes, yes, i'm sorry."

"and i was very understanding of the fact that you didn't want to move into a dorm, but aren't you tired of commuting hours away when you could just get a closer apartment?"

"mhm, mhm."

she sighed. "rintaro, you know im only saying this because i care about you. i want you to be independent and strong, you know?"

"yep. i just booked an apartment tour via online."

"and i- huh?"

yeah.

soon after he decided the apartment was in good enough condition to be living in, he rented it out and moved in.

on his moving day, he met you.

"hi! you're.. suna rintaro, right? sorry i wasn't there on your tour day. i'm your new roommate, l/n! nice to meet you." you said, a friendly smile on your features.

stoically, suna replied, "good to meet you."

at first, you and suna kinda kept to yourselves. you were polite to each other, of course, but there wasn't much talking, only coexisting.

that is, until you discovered his grocery bills.

"$18... you've been surviving on $18?!" you looked at him in shock.

"yeah. is that weird?"

"damn right it is! what are you even buying?"

"well.. i don't know how to cook anything, so i mostly order door dash. my grocery bill is from instant ramen, chuppets, eggs, and milk."

you stare at him blankly.

"you've been eating nothing but door dash, instant ramen, candy, eggs, and milk for the past 2 months?"

"yeah."

this guy.

he just stands there awkwardly at you laugh at him.

from then on, you two become closer.

you taught him basic recipes to make using groceries you taught him to buy, (imagine his shock when his bill came out to be like $60.. and you were like "bro that's normal") you taught him how to use a washing machine, ("oh, so you put the detergent in this compartment..") etc. just basic household chores, but he was so impressed.

eventually, you two stopped being friendly roommates and just became friends.

he was a good listener. you'd rant to him about your problems, no matter how insignificant, and he'd listen to you carefully, and you never felt like your problems were stupid whenever you talked to him.

you two started hanging out a lot. you'd study together at cafes, go to amusement parks on weekends, and just chill at home together.

and as much as you hated to admit it, you had started developing feelings for your roomie.

i mean, how could you not? he was tall, handsome, kind, funny, cheeky, and it certainly helped that you got to see him all tired in the mornings.

you didn't really know if he felt the same way, but if he did, he was a real bitch, because at some point, your relationship became kind of flirty, and he'd give you butterflies on a daily basis.

you two would watch scary movies and he'd let you cling to him, giving your terrified features a teasey smile every now and then.

he'd walk around the apartment with his toned abs out, and his sweats dangerously low on his hips.

when you guys went on walks, he'd give you his hoodie if it got cold.

whenever you'd go on long rants, he'd just stare at your face with love in his eyes. "and then i-what is it, rin?" "nothing, pretty."

like sir you can't just do that. you're too handsome to do that without risk of heart explosion.

then, one day, unexpectedly, he popped the question.

you two were watching a cheesy romcom for the 5th time, sharing a pot of instant ramen, and at the same moment that the male lead said to the female lead, "i like you. a lot. i have for a while now," rin did too.

it wasn't grand.

it wasn't loud.

it wasn't annoying.

you weren't even sure if he meant it.

but when you saw him looking at you, nervous, awaiting a response, you knew he did.

so, at the same time the female lead said, "me too," you did too.

then, with the cheesy romantic music playing in the back, you guys gave each other cheesy smiles, and he planted a cheesy peck on your cheek.

it was subtle.

it was sweet.

it was cheesy.

it was familiar.

it was uncharacteristically romantic and sentimental.

it was just like how your future relationship with your roomie and best friend, suna rintaro, was going to be.

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jaettps · 11 months

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"i don't believe friendship between a boy and a girl exists."

being best friend with suna rintaro for years, you didn't expect to hear those words come out of his mouth while you're sitting on your bed. you were scrolling through tiktoks each on their own phone, and you saw a video with a boy joking about being in the friendzone. you laughed and shoved your phone in his face, expecting him to find it just as funny as you did. but the only reaction you got out of him was a little grin and that sentence. the sentence that left you quite a lot puzzled.

blinking fast, you frowned and looked at him: "wh-what do you mean?"

suna took a deep breath and put his arms behind his neck, getting in a restful position. "well, biologically, we're made to procreate. so when you find someone whom you can bond with, you can't help but think of them as a potential mate."

you still didn't get it. seeing your confused expression, suna breathed loudly again and dropped the scientist-like act he put on. "one of them has got to be in love with the other."

you mantained your baffled expression for a second, then burst out laughing. because he must be kidding, right? suna raised an eyebrow and looked at you with the same face as you. "what are you laughing at?"

"well, i am not in love with you!" you joked back. then your laughter faded, as the words he just said sinked in.

suna was probably hearing the wheels in your mind turn. with excessive nonchalance, and a badly hidden smirk, he checked his phone and just said: "ah, it's gotten pretty late. 'm goin' home."

and with the biggest audacity in the world, he leaned in and planted a kiss on your cheek. then he got out of your room, leaving you with the same position and expression for about five minutes.

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princesuna · 2 years

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suna tries his best to avoid interacting with strangers at all costs. if the cashier forgot to give him his favorite sauce for his chicken nuggets? plain nuggets are actually delicious. if the barista accidently gave him hot coffee instead of iced? a hot drink in the scorching heat suddenly becomes refreshing. he can’t find chuppets in the store? he wasn’t really craving them anyways. it’s just not worth the energy. besides, he has friends like the twins and kita to do that kinda thing for him if it was really bothering him.

that is, until he met you.

you ask suna, your boyfriend, to accompany you to shop at an asian grocery store. he was about to refuse since he typically becomes your personal pack mule during these kinds of outings. he has to follow you around and carry stuff? on a weekend? you must be out of your mind. however, you promise to treat him to lunch and start giving him that look in your beautiful eyes that he simply can’t resist. to be honest, you’re his ultimate weakness and even though you said you were going to treat him, he would’ve paid for it in the end.

because it’s you.

you’re in the grocery store and are able to find most of the things you want to cook for the next week except for one thing: dashi stock. you’ve walked around the place many times and looped through several aisles and fail to find it. you figure it HAS to be in the store because what asian store wouldn’t have this staple ingredient? but your eyes cannot locate it. you start to get anxious because suna is carrying your things and you feel bad having him walk for so long.

suna watches as you grow increasingly frustrated. you start to get a bit upset, but you try your best to hide it. despite your attempts, he can tell this whole situation is stressing you out, so he leaves your side to find a worker. you notice him walking away and quicken your steps to catch up to him.

“rin, where are you going?” you ask.

“to ask a worker where we can find the dashi stock,” he replies simply.

“no! it’s okay. it’s not important anyways,” you say grabbing his arm trying to stop him.

“how are you gonna tell me it’s not important when you took like seven laps around this store? don’t worry, love, we’ll find it,” he replies giving you a gentle smile.

you manage to calm down and his words reassure you. he asks the worker where he can find the dashi stock, but to his dismay, the worker didn’t know and it almost hurts him to tell you this because he never wants to see you sad. while you are feeling defeated, you decide to check the sauce aisle one more time. logically speaking, that is where it would be located. you slowly make your way through the aisle scanning the shelves for it. you’re about to tell suna that you give up and want to go home as you reach the end of the aisle when he suddenly speaks up, but not to you.

“hey, do you guys know where we can find dashi stock?” suna asks the other couple in the aisle.

“oh, it should be right here. it’s on the very bottom shelf so it might be a bit hard to see,” the man replies pointing down.

he thanks the man and grabs the box. he heads over to you and you have this stunned look on your face. he wants to laugh at how cute you look. you just can’t believe he would do something like that. suna has always did the most to avoid interacting with strangers. this is so out of character for him.

“if you want something, you have to ask,” he says while tapping the box on your head.

“that’s rich coming from you,” you scoff.

suna laughs at the comment. you’re not wrong. he’s not sure why he was so determined to find the dashi stock for you. if he was with osamu, he would’ve convinced him to give up and go home. but you’re not osamu. you’re you, someone he cherishes dearly. when he sees how brightly you smile and how energetically you walk, he realizes he would go through hell and back if it meant keeping you happy. suna would overcome anything for you.

while you’re his weakness, you are also the one that gives him strength.

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veenxys · 2 years

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「Protective things Haikyuu boys do」

⤷ Bokuto

he tries to protect you with his body; in very crowded places; when you are about to collide with something or when someone is about to accidentally bump into you, he is quick to grab your waist or the hem of your shirt to pull you against his chest while he instinctively says things like “wow, watch out” and a “are you alright?” afterwards. or when it’s too cold, he’ll wrap you in a warm, comforting hug while gently rocking you sideways, occasionally placing a kiss on your forehead or caressing your back.

⤷ Kuroo

he takes care of you in little ways: he always makes sure you ate and drank water properly, so he sends messages throughout the day to remind you to do these things and also to take your vitamins. he also makes sure you know it’s going to rain later and it’s best to bring an extra coat and if you want he can pick you up from work/school so you can go have coffee at your favorite coffee shop. he also wants to make sure you are sleeping well and getting enough rest, and if you find it difficult to do these things, he will be more than ready to help you.

⤷ Atsumu

when he sees you uncomfortable in a public place, he puts his arm around your shoulder or waist and gives you a light squeeze, as if it’s a little reminder that he’s there for you no matter what. he also tends to look hard at all those who approach you with bad intentions. and just his presence is enough to give you security and give you the feeling of home.

⤷ Osamu

he always makes sure to take you home or take you places as much as he can; it’s partly because he wants an excuse to spend more time with you, but also because he doesn’t like the idea of you walking around alone, especially at night - unless you tell him that’s what you want to do. and even when you arrive at your place he waits and watches you enter your house/building safely and only then does he walk away or leave.

⤷ Oikawa

he likes to tease or annoy you sometimes, and you know it’s just a funny and comically affectionate way to show he loves you, but he’s always the first one to speak up if someone says — or even implies — something mean about you. one time, his friends were taking it too far with the teasing that it was making you uncomfortable and he sensed it immediately and shut them off with an almost nonchalant-sounding “watch your words,” and a serious look. and if it was a stranger, he has a way of telling them off while also remaining civil. so basically, no one can ‘bully’ you except him.

⤷ Nishinoya

when you’re walking in a crowded area, he holds your hand with you behind him, leading you both to your destination. he does this thing where he occasionally glances back at you with a small half-smile. and when you walk up right next to him, he slings his arm over your shoulders while still holding your hand.

⤷ Kenma

he always walks on the outside of the street when you’re walking together. without even thinking about it, he puts a hand on your back and moves to the side where cars are passing by, all the while continuing to talk with you. he also has a habit of looking over your shoulder for you and trying to keep an alert eye on the surroundings when you’re out together.

⤷ Suna

he always reminds you to be careful and asks you to text or call him when you get to wherever you’re going to safely, when you get home safely, when your bus stops, and when your plane lands. whenever you’re about to go out with friends, he always follows up his ‘bye’ with a habitual 'have fun, be safe' and a casual kiss on the forehead.

⤷ Sakusa

he gives you his jacket when you’re cold; sometimes you think he doesn’t notice but he always does, and he casually drapes it over your figure without you having to ask; if it’s winter, he doesn’t hesitate to take off his scarf and give it to you. gently placing it around your neck and kissing your forehead before pulling away; the scent of him with the warmth of the scarf around your neck makes butterflies appear in your stomach. and when you’re in shorts or a skirt/dress and need to sit down, he always hands you his jacket so you can cover your lap if you feel uncomfortable.

⤷ Hinata

he tends to hold you at random times like; intertwine his arm with yours while he’s on his phone, or let you put your leg on top of his when you sit next to each other, or hug you from behind while you do something. they are small and subtle gestures, but they give you a pure and genuine feeling of security, love and appreciation.

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taones · 10 months

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Haikyuu Relationships as Photos

But I try to make it diverse because I’m so sick of seeing only skinny, white girls in these trends <3

pairings - Iwaizumi, Tanaka, Kiyoko, Kuroo, Bokuto, Suna + Atsumu x reader

warnings - smoking, fem bodied!reader

Iwaizumi ^

Tanaka ^

Kiyoko ^

Kuroo ^

Bokuto ^

Suna ^

Atsumu ^

- - - - <3

reblogs and comments appreciated! If you’d like to see more characters or m!reader lmk mwah!

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emmyrosee · 7 months

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“Hey. Freakshow.”

Instantly, your head whips up to face Rintaro, pausing your writing to acknowledge the fact he had called you. His fingers thumb his manga in boredom, though now they’re flexed slightly in annoyance, his knuckles lightening at the . “What’re you doing?”

You beam up happily with a small shrug, “writing my name on your ankle.”

“Okay. Why?”

“Because my name is perfect and you love me.”

“It is, and I do, but I let you do a lot of things without consequences, so why must you constantly push it?”

With a dramtic groan you shift slightly to be closer to him, "because, Suna, one day, you're going to get my name tattooed on you somewhere, and I'm trying to find the proper placement. Duh."

He snickers, “don’t ‘duh’ me, you brat,” he says, using his other foot to poke you. “You really gonna write your name everywhere on my body?”

“Every crevice and wrinkle until I feel like it’s perfect.”

“Fantastic.”

Thankfully, it wouldn’t take long for you to find the perfect place for your name to stained into his skin.

And only the keenest of eyes could see the way your name sits behind his ear, his fingers tracing the ink before every serve he hits.

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apteryxparvus · 8 months

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Love, found in the simplest of gestures.

Characters — Oikawa Tooru, Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma, Suna Rintarou, Miya Osamu

Word count — 912

Content warning — none

Summary — the Haikyuu!! boys and their love languages.

💕 Oikawa Tooru — words of affirmation

Tooru is the epitome of affection — he never misses a chance to show his love and care for you. Each day starts with a good morning text in which he declares his undying love, always accompanied by a blurry yet endearing selfie. Throughout the day, he showers you with little messages of encouragement, wishing you good luck, and ensuring you feel his presence even in your busiest moments. And whenever he manages to squeeze in some extra moments during his packed schedule, he takes the opportunity to send you lengthy voice messages, expressing how much you mean to him, and how grateful he is to have you in his life.

Despite his busy days, he always manages to find a way to let you know you’re always on his mind.

Whenever he graces your apartment with his presence, there’s always a trail of colorful sticky notes following his wake — from the fridge door and bathroom mirror, to the hidden nooks of your kitchen pantry and beneath your pillow. Each note contains a heartfelt message, a testament of his affection.

And as you accidentally stumble across these surprises, a blush spreads across your cheeks, your heart stirring.

💕 Bokuto Koutarou — physical touch

Koutarou has always had an inclination towards affection, even before you became an official couple. Yes, his touchy nature extends to teammates and friends, but with you, it has always been different.

When he embraces you, wrapping his strong arms around, a warm, comforting aura would envelop you. Even before the two of you became a couple, you couldn’t help but notice how his touch would linger, how he’d hold you more intensely, just a tad bit longer.

Now that you are together, you eagerly anticipate his touch, his tender gestures. His touches demonstrate his depth of love — whether it be by a gentle caress of your arms and neck as you prepare breakfast in the morning, or his offer of a soothing back rub and shoulder massage after a long day of work.

💕 Kozume Kenma — gift giving

Kenma loves to give you presents. Even in his days as a high school student with limited pocket money, he would surprise you with thoughtful gifts. He’d meticulously plan affordable dates, all revolving around your shared interests, hoping to create meaningful and lasting memories.

Now, with his thriving career(s) and increased financial stability, he takes pleasure in spoiling you even more. But rather than opting for generic luxury gifts — gold necklaces and ruby earrings — he continues to channel his thoughtfulness into personalized adventures. From romantic getaway weekends to nearby hot spring towns, where you can both unwind and enjoy each other’s company, to day trips to amusement parks, VIP access included and unlimited rides that would send your adrenaline soaring.

But it’s the little gifts that truly warm your heart. Such as the newest book from your favorite author, complete with their signature, or a carefully crafted scrapbook filled with cherished photos and memorabilia.

💕 Suna Rintaro — quality time

Time spent with Rintaro is precious, every moment is a treasure. You know how demanding his volleyball career is, yet he goes above and beyond to carve out as much time as possible to be with you.

Sometimes, it means embarking on intricately planned dates (oftentimes, with the help of his teammates). And in those moments, it’s just the two of you, savoring each blissful moment of peace, reveling in each other’s presence like there’s no tomorrow. Other times, you find yourself casually joining the half dozen spectators during his team’s practice sessions. Seated on the bench, you witness his display of talent and dedication to the sport.

Amidst the whirlpool of your busy lives, there are simple moments when you and Rintaro unwind after a grueling week filled with an endless stream of demanding clients (for you) and arduous training matches (for him). In those stolen moments, you find solace in each other's presence, and as the day draws to a close, you find yourself nestled close in a tender embrace while watching TikTok videos on his phone.

Despite everything, Rintaro ensures that every moment you spent together is filled with love and quality time.

💕 Miya Osamu — acts of service

Osamu’s genuine love and care manifests through the bento boxes he so lovingly assembles for you. Your little tradition began during your high school days, when, as the volleyball team’s manager and the representative of your class, you juggled a busy schedule. You’d attend the team’s practice with a rumbling stomach and an embarrassed face — you barely had time to prepare lunch, let alone queue up at the cafeteria in hopes of grabbing a sandwich or a curry. Osamu was quick to warm up to you, and within a week of you joining the team, he began bringing you lunches.

He was quick to learn your preferences, despite the few hiccups — like accidentally making something you were allergic to (more than once). Nevertheless, to this day, years later, he rises a bit earlier than you to prepare a colorful bento box. On occasion — once or twice a month — you return from a tiring day at work, met with a delicious and fragrant dinner at a candlelit table.

Sure, the majority of Osamu’s week is occupied by his culinary job, and of course, witnessing the smiles of satisfaction on his customers’ faces brings him joy. But seeing the way your face lights up and the twinkle in your eyes as you savor the meal he so carefully prepared… there’s nothing more precious than that.

Author's note: hiii, im back from the dead... for now... until university starts:))) hopefully i'll have some time to write a chapter or two of my smau

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salsakiyoomi · 14 days

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i ii iii

suna wakes up with a pounding headache and an unfamiliar ceiling staring down at him.

at first, he doesn’t register it, brows knitting together as he tries to process his current surroundings and why the mattress doesn’t feel half as comfortable as his bed — that is, until he processes that the mattress isn’t his bed.

he groans as he sits up, and groans even more as the headache worsens, his head as if someone took it and shook it with all their strength.

he rubs his eyes, trying to fade away some of the fogginess and blackness that’s surrounding his vision.

did he even drink that much last night? of course he had, otherwise he’d remember what last night was and how come he was at a stranger’s place in a mattress that wasn’t very comfortable.

when his vision clears, he takes a look around the place — the walls painted maroon, and covered with bookshelves that were stacked with books and random decorations that fit the aesthetic of the whole place. He glances down at the couch he’s sitting in, it’s deep green with ochre cushions — why does this place feel familiar?

suna’s frown deepens.

fuck.

it was your place.

he really shouldn’t have drank so much because only bits and pieces of his last night fuck up were starting to come back to him.

his heart is pounding in his chest and his headache isn't really helping with how he feels, he really shouldn’t be here and — “oh you're finally up?”

your voice rings out from the kitchen, comforting and familiar but no longer a place he seeks comfort in, he’s not welcome anymore.

he turns to look at where you stand by the kitchen’s entrance, holding a steaming mug in hand.

“hey.” he manages to utter out.

“hi.” you say awkwardly, and you walk towards him, and sit by the edge of the couch, “i made you coffee.”

you, ever caring and sweet, even when you know he shouldn’t be here.

“thanks.” he says as you hand him the coffee mug.

a few minutes of awkward silence pass as he takes a couple of sips from his coffee before the silence gets too unbearable for him.

“i should go.” he says as he stands up and tries not to fall from how dizzy he gets.

“are you sure?” you're there, rushing to his side to hold him up from falling.

his heart pounds and he gulps at the contact — he knows you’re just helping but you shouldn’t be touching him like that, not since you broke up with him.

that doesn’t mean he doesn’t crave it though.

that he doesn’t crave your skin against his and the way your lips fit so perfectly against his whenever you kiss and if he said that he didn’t crave it, that he wasn’t desperate for it, he would be a damn bad liar.

“yeah.” he says after a beat, “i’ll be fine.”

you press your lips into a thin line and after a moment you say, “okay.”

he stares at you for a second, the all too familiar you, with your hair in a messy bun and your eyes puffy because you had just woken up,your lips cherry and kissable, an oh how beautiful you are.

“okay.” he mutters and he heads his way to the door, when he recalls a detail from last night with his hand on the door handle.

“i love you.”

“you’re too drunk, suna.”

he glances at you as he opens the door, “y/n.” he says softly,

“i wasn’t too drunk last night.

#no. 1 party anthem by the arctic monkeys #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x y/n #suna rintarou #suna imagine #suna x reader #suna headcanons #suna drabble #suna angst

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heartsoji · 1 year

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Hello. If Requests Are Open I Have One. Tsukishima, Suna And Kenma With A Reader Who Is Kinda On The Thicker Side (Thick, Not Chubby) So She Gets Sexualized And Catcalled A Lot

HQ BOYS WITH A CURVY S/O

a/n: yes! thank u sm for submitting a request ☺︎

warnings: swearing, guys (not the hq guys) way overstepping and making reader feel uncomfortable, fem reader

tsukishima, suna, and kenma x reader

TSUKISHIMA KEI

when something happens to you, he shows his protection subtly, but he really really cares about you

would attack the weirdos and people jealous of your body

he wouldn't be the "don't worry babe, i can fight" kind of attacking guy, but the "beat them up mentally until their spirit is broken" kind of attacking guy

you were doing your work diligently at your desk when suddenly, one of your male classmates stopped at your desk.

"goddamn, girl. being serious is great and all, but would it kill you to show a pained expression every now and then?" he rested his hand on your desk, covering part of your paper.

"pardon?" you asked, not quite comprehending.

"i mean," he smirked, "can't imagine what you'd be like under me if you're so serious all the time. have you ever even felt pain?" he paused. "i can show you great pain and pleasure, babe. just gotta say the word."

you froze, speechless. how were you supposed to respond to that? whilst you were trying to come up with a response, you saw kei getting up out of the corner of your eye.

"well, cutie?" your classmate grinned widely before sliding a finger down your back, making you cringe in disgust silently. "how about it?"

"i-"

"don't you have anything better to do?"

"huh?" the guy turned around to see kei towering over him, a nasty glare in his eyes.

"i said, 'don't you have anything better to do?' are you deaf, or just stupid?" kei asked, an annoyed expression present on his features.

"what the hell are you talking about? you're just a cocky brat, aren't ya?" the guy snarled. "man, i hate people like you. so much confidence with nothing to show for it."

kei paused. "i apologize. i was unaware that you hated yourself that much. things will get better, i promise." he mocked, patting the guys back, causing an angry vein to bulge out of the guy's forehead.

"haha, very funny." the guy muttered. "bitchy beanpole brat."

"alliteration! very good!" kei applauded with a smile before sending him a death glare that could freeze lava. "but seriously, are you such a loser that your ego won't allow a hit?" he then leaned into his ear. "she. isn't. interested. scram. you're just making a fool of yourself at this point."

the guy looked around and noticed everyone staring and whispering, clearly judging him for his creepy ways. he angrily stormed out of the classroom, with kei calling out a, "nice talk! let's do it again sometime," on his way out.

once the guy was fully out of the classroom, kei grabbed a chair and put it next to yours at your desk, plopping down his work as well.

"thanks, kei." you whispered a bit shakily.

he simply gave your hand a reassuring squeeze in response. "let me know if that loser gives you anymore trouble, ok?" he whispered back. "i'll beat him to a pulp." he followed up, a terrifyingly murderous intent in his eyes.

he then gave a smile, though it was still terrifyingly murderous-looking. "verbally, i mean."

SUNA RINTARO

another guy with a tongue that could slice boulders

hes not quite as mean tho, instead choosing to go with the more "protect my girl" stance rather than tsukkis "belittle them and make them feel like tiny little idiots who have no worth" stance

he'd try to embarrass the hell out of them

he's good at manipulating people, after all. he finds their weaknesses in an instant and uses it to his ultimate advantage

and also

he loves your curves

much

he'd definitely come over and like place his hand on your hip or ass or smth to mark his territory

bro hes the only one who gets to say how much he likes your ass?? um who tf is this other dude

he'd probs also try and cause a scene or incorporate humor to make you feel better

you were scared

a guy from the inarizaki cheering section had been staring at you ever since you entered

though you weren't absolutely positive, you felt like you could feel his eyes scanning your curves, and it made you feel like curling away in disgust

you'd lessened your cheering ever since you realized that the screaming made your tits bounce, and his eyes were practically burning a hole through them

once the game was over, you quickly dashed off from the stands to meet rin at the bottom, but the same guy met you down there

"so, hey, i was just thinking that you're like, really hot and have a great body, you know? and not to brag but i kinda have girls drooling on my abs left and right. if we got together, we'd be the ultimate power couple! whaddaya say, doll, hm?"

you scanned the room, looking for rin, but unfortunately, the coach was giving a talk, so rin wouldn't be able to come right away

"um, thank you for your offer, but i have a boyfriend." you politely declined.

he put his hand on your shoulder, and you could feel his thumb searching for your bra strap. you leaned away uncomfortably, but he gripped your shoulder and pulled you back.

"hey, now, its ok. don't think that i didn't see the way you were showing off these pretty assets of yours to me on the stands. you were practically shaking the things in my face! i can take a hint, you know. don't worry. i understand women. you were hinting at wanting to get with me, right? i get it! promise i won't be mad if we start dating the minute you break up with whatever loser you're with right now, doll. i don't need to wait."

"i-"

"hey, bun."

you whipped around to see suna rintaro not-so-gently shoving the guy off your shoulder and wrapping his arm around you, placing his hand right at the curve of your hip, giving you butterflies.

he directed his attention to the guy hitting on you. "'sup."

the guy stuttered for a few moments before regaining his cockiness. "this your girl? sorry, man, but she was actually just hitting on me. she aint loyal enough, i guess."

"the hell?! no i wasn-"

"she definitely wasn't." rin interrupted. "she'd never be into a piece of garbage like you."

a vein popped out of the guy's forehead. he grabbed the collar of rin's shirt.

"say that again."

rin opened his mouth, and for a moment, you thought that rin was going to retaliate, but instead, a piercing shriek ran through the air.

a baby's wail? a crying girl? a dropped mic? no, it was 6"1 inarizaki high middle blocker suna rintaro.

every head in the area turned, and suddenly, at the negative attention, the guy ran off in humiliation, calling out some insult towards you like "you weren't even that hot, by the way" on his way out.

once he was gone, suna picked you up and ran to somewhere with a bit more privacy

once he had found a spot he had deemed private enough, he engulfed you in the biggest, tightest hug, burying his head in your neck

"'m sorry that happened, bun." he murmured into your neck. "and 'm sorry that i interrupted you earlier, and i'm sorry that i wasn't there sooner, and im sorry that i didn't punch that guy in his pathetic, ugly-ass face."

you hugged him back. "it's ok, rin." you squeezed tighter. "i'm just glad you came."

"anyways, at any rate, he had no right to look in your direction, nonetheless insult you!" you felt his fists tighten. "pisses me off."

"and also," he added before moving his hand downwards to squeeze your ass, "i'm the only one allowed to call your body hot. everyone else can just fuck off"

you giggled and sighed into his locks. "ok, rin."

KOZUME KENMA

he wouldn't be one for words

he'd just glare daggers into the other guys body and then drag you away

he liked to call it a tactical retreat

"hey, what grade are you in?"

you looked up from your phone to see a group of what seemed to be some middle school boys circling around you, with what seemed to be their leader approaching you.

"pardon?" you were a bit taken aback. what was even going on?

"shy. cute, i'm into that." the boy smirked. "class 3-2, izumitate junior high soccer team captain, sato emiko."

you froze. junior high? you were being hit on by junior high boys?

you really tried not to, but suddenly, you burst out laughing. "sorry, sorry, but, well, junior high? i'm a 2nd year in highschool!"

you expected him to back down after that, but to your surprise, he kept going. "an older girl, huh.. well, it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. and if im being honest, i don't see why it would." he grinned cockily. "i am a catch, after all."

"sorry, i'm not interested." you declined, trying not to break his junior high heart.

to your surprise, he smirked and started approaching you. how cocky was this kid, anyways?

suddenly, he grabbed a handful of your thigh, though he was quickly met with a slap from you.

"come on," he said, walking towards you. "i know you want me."

but before he could reach for a handful of tit, he was interrupted by kenma shoving his way through the crowd.

he gently took your hand and smiled softly at you before glaring daggers at the boy and walking away.

"h-hey!" the boy stuttered, clearly a bit flustered. "you can't just walk away! who do you think you are?"

kenma turned his head to give another death glare that definitely sent chills down that kid's spine. yeah, the boy would definitely see that in his next nightmare.

once you two were out of earshot, kenma turned to you. "hey, you ok?"

you smiled warmly. "yeah. thanks for getting me, ken."

he turned away. "they were just a bunch of cocky middle schoolers. honestly, where do they get the nerve?"

the rest of the way home, kenma added in abrupt complaints about what had happened throughout the conversation. though he didn't say it, you knew that he was actually kind of scared to grab you out of there, despite the fact that the boys were "puny" and "weak," as kenma had described. you knew that though he wouldn't say, he was worried about you and was caring for you, in his own, unique, kenma way.

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bokutosmochi · 1 year

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random suna rintaro headcannons

what's it? general allergen warning/s? n/a sugar level? 0.6k regulars? @hanayanetwork

♧ doesn't like wearing suits because to him, they feel uncomfortable. sure, it feels a bit better after he sees how attractive he looks in one, but still. he'd rather not. likes all black suits though.

♧ owns a ton of those fluffy headbands because he doesn't like it when his hair get in his face too much. he usually wears it when doing chores like cooking, cleaning and such.

♧ the biggest gossip girl. he's quite introverted so he doesn’t get to chit chat with other people as much, but if he's with a friend or with his partner,, boy you can bet sunarin has all the tea.

♧ his bedroom walls are littered with movie posters, but mostly band posters. he has one of those posters from pinterest where there's a photo of a band's album's and all songs on said album are written on it for every single one of his favorite band's album and they all fit his room's vibe, thankfully. he probably wouldn't have put them up if they didn't.

♧ he'd never admit to it and he'll probably deny it until the day he dies, but he also has cute photos of his friends from high school. he keeps them in its own folder and he looks at it every time he feels homesick or sad. it never fails to make him feel a tad bit better.

♧ he still thinks those action shots of atsumu getting his ass beat by osamu are funnier though.

♧ makes tiktok thirst traps often, but they're usually just very lazy, like him tossing his hair around or using the BLVCK filter -- his favorite. nevertheless, it's very effective and everyone in the comments section needs to go to horn-knee jail.

♧ has been teased for the way he dresses, for wearing eyeliner, painting his nails and the such but never lets it get to him. he looks good and he knows it. besides, he knows that the guys leading those comments on his instagram gets no bitches unlike him 😎😎

♧ always walks around with earphones or a headset on. the only time he puts them away is when he's walking with someone.

♧ as a teenager, he had a chest full of posters he planned to put up. he wasn't able to do so with some of them because it didn't match the aesthetic he was going for.

♧ has a signature accessory he wears every time he goes out and it's a simple silver chain. it's not big or eye-catching at all, it's something cheap he bought when he was still a teenager, but it held a special place in his heart all the same. even in games he wears it as it's small and light enough to not be an issue.

♧ as a teenager, he used to cut his hair all by himself at times which led to some.. questionable hairstyles and bullying from the miya twins and honestly, if suna can point out a reason as to why he has a hair lady now, it's probably because of that. in his opinion, when the miya twins tell you that you look dumb, you have hit a whole new low.

♧ related to the last headcannon, he has no idea how to feel when he has the same opinion as those two when it comes to unimportant issues because when it came to important ones, they usually share the same opinions as none of them are bigots :)))

♧ likes softly listening to lana del rey and the humbug album while having breakfast.

♧ thinks he would have been a tattoo artist in another life. hell, if volleyball didn't work out, he'd probably pursue it.

i get: reblog

you get: heart candies

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princesuna · 2 years

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you come out of suna’s bathroom after changing into your indoor clothes and his brain almost short circuits at the sight of you. you come out wearing a loose flannel that’s way too big for you with only one button closed in the middle with your sleeves rolled up and grey shorts. his face heats up a bit and doesn’t realize he’s staring until clap your hands in front of his face.

“oi rin! did my beauty turn you into stone?” you quip with a giggle.

“you wish. button up more or you’ll catch a cold,” he retorts.

“but it’s still summer! and i feel so comfortable right- hey!” you pout as suna stands in front of you closing most of the buttons on your shirt. when he’s satisfied with his work, he pulls you towards him by your shirt to give you a quick kiss.

“you’re gonna drive me insane. where did you get this shirt anyways? it’s so big even i could wear it,” he asks.

suna thinks he knows what most of your clothes look like, but this seems to be a new piece to your collection. his mind shoots him with the intrusive thought that it was from another guy, but he quickly dismisses the thought because he has seen you in oversized clothing before. you have a huge green flannel in your closet similar to the one you’re wearing now. there’s no way this shirt could ever be from an ex or someone you’re cheating on him with.

right?

are you that bold to wear something like that around him? suna isn’t sure why he’s starting to doubt you. you both love each other very much. he feels very secure in this relationship, but for some reason, he can’t shake the possibility from his mind.

“i found it while i was shopping at forever 21. it was just randomly sitting on a rack and i thought it was totally my style so i bought it.” you reply.

you didn’t show any signs of hesitation while answering him and suna can tell when you’re lying. you’re so god awful at it he would spot it in the blink of an eye. he flushes the intrusive thought out until you speak up again.

“now that you mention it, this might fit you perfectly! try this on, i wanna see you in it,” you urge.

“ah i dont think it will fit, sweetheart. besides, this isn’t my style,” he objects.

“no! you’re trying it on right now. i’ll be right back,” you say and disappear into the bathroom again before he has the chance to argue back.

you come out in a t-shirt while holding the shirt in your hand. you push the shirt into suna’s arms and force him into the bathroom.

your boyfriend shakes his head at your shenanigans, but he is grateful because now is the perfect time for him to put the intrusive thought to rest. he puts the shirt on and when he’s buttoning it, he begins to feel uneasy. the way he buttons this shirt is exactly how he buttons his dress shirts for press conferences. suna examines the shirt closely and his suspicions are confirmed. this is a men’s shirt. the buttons are on the right. buttoned shirts for women are always on the left. he knows this fact because he had to wear his mom’s dress shirt for a high school banquet one time because he stained his the day before.

suna tries not to jump to conclusions because he trusts you. he didn’t sense any hint of deceptiveness in your reply to him. he tries to calm himself down before walking out of the room in the shirt.

“babe, you know this is a men’s shirt, right?” he asks stepping out of the room.

“really? how can you tell? i remember picking it up in the women’s section,” you questioned.

“for men’s shirts, buttons are on the right. buttons are on the left for women’s shirts,” your boyfriend explains.

“oh my god! so that’s why it felt so weird to button up the shirt! i thought maybe it was just a style thing. that makes much more sense!” you exclaim.

your reaction seems genuine and he feels bad for doubting you, even if it’s just for a second. you love him so much, how could you ever cheat on him?

“yeah. if i didn’t know any better i would’ve thought this came from another guy,” he joked.

“rin, don’t tell me got jealous over a shirt.”

“i’m not!” he disputed, but his voice gave him away.

“sure, the high pitch tone in your voice is telling. did you really think this belonged to another guy? you’re so funny. i love you and only you,” you go over and stand on your tippy toes to give him a peck on his cheek.

“i just don’t wanna lose you to anyone,” he mumbled while pulling you into his arms.

you manage to catch what he said and smile. you admire every feature on his face while playing with his hair. you’re lucky to have him. then, a thought pops into your head.

“rin, how did you know the difference between the dress shirts?”

“i’m leaving,” he pulls away and vanishes into the bedroom.

“hey! come back!” you yell chasing after him.

you couldn’t waterboard that story out of him.

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