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teamatsumu · 7 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 25

cockwarming - sugawara koushi x reader

word count: 1138

warnings: smut, nsfw, swearing, praise, soft dom!suga, use of pet names

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“Koushi,” you cooed, looking over your boyfriend’s shoulder. He gave a noncommittal hum in response, not looking up from the mess of paper that covered the desk of his home office. You sighed at the lack of attention, feeling a small petulant pout form on your face. He truly was focused, which was bad. You had come into the office with the intention of distracting him.

“How much longer are you going to work?” You asked instead, glancing up at the wall clock which read half past midnight. Your question made Sugawara sigh and shrug his shoulders weakly, running a hand through his usually immaculate hair and messing it up.

“I don’t know sweetheart. I have a lot of papers to grade. And some way overdue scheduling. Tch, you wouldn't think being a primary school teacher meant working through the nights. Yet here we are.”

Despite his tired, slumped posture, his voice was teasing, soothing to your ears. You felt your pout deepen as you leaned closer to him, running a careful hand over his tense shoulders.

“I miss you.” You sounded whiny, but that was fine. Sugawara always responded well to your complaints. He was an attentive and caring lover. If he knew how bad you wanted him right now, there was no way he would refuse you.

“M’ also pretty horny.” You folded yourself lower, lips brushing his ear as you talked, laying a tiny kiss on the shell afterward. You ran your hands forward from his shoulders down his chest, feeling him up through his sweater. You heard his breath hitch, finally looking up until calm brown eyes met yours.

“Baby….” He sounded hesitant. “There’s just- so much work. I don’t think I will be done for hours.”

You hummed a bit, staring carefully at him, eyes running down his face until they stopped at his lips. You licked your own as you thought about kissing him, unable to resist the urge and shifting forward to brush yours softly and sweetly against his. You could feel him stiffen and lean into you instinctively, suppressing the urge to smirk. You heard him sigh as if in resignation.

“Alright, sweetheart. Come here.”

You were giddy as Sugawara pulled you into his lap, both legs on either sides of him and shimmying to get comfortable in his lap. He pushed your tiny sleep shorts aside, fumbling and shuffling until you felt the tip of his bare cock brush over you before sinking into you in one smooth motion. You sighed in relief as he filled you up, finally feeling as if your craving had been satisfied. You moaned slightly and shifted your hips, gripping Suga’s shoulders so you could get ready to start riding him. But before you could, firm hands gripped your hips tight and kept you still.

You stared at him questioningly but he didn’t reply, winding one arm around your waist and pulling you to him so you would rest your head on his shoulder, fit snugly against his torso. Then, he went completely still.

Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening, and you groaned in protest, trying to straighten up. Suga’s grip around your waist tightened, letting out a warning hum. One of his hands wound into the hair on the back of your head, pulling your head up just enough that you would meet his eyes. His gaze was hard, his face blank, and your breath hitched.

He was being serious and stern. You felt yourself clench around him. And from the little twitch of the corner of his mouth, you knew he felt it too.

“You wanted to spend time with me. And you wanted your greedy cunt filled. You’re getting both. Now be a good girl and take them. No protest. Understand?”

You nodded choppily, movement restricted by the hand entangled in your hair. Suga gave you a soft kiss on the forehead, placing your head back in the juncture between his neck and shoulder. You bit your lip when he shifted forward slightly to pick up his pen. Then, all was still.

The sounds of pen scratching on paper was the only thing echoing in your mind as it got more and more hazy. The tick, tick, tick of the wall clock seemed to be an amplified sound, or maybe it was just you, getting more and more hypersensitive as the time passed, focus acutely directed at the stretch of your weeping pussy, feeling how you leaked all over Suga’s cock, juices probably running down his balls and ruining his pants. You would clench involuntarily every time Suga shifted slightly, earning a gentle squeeze at your hips where one of his hands had taken permanent residence. Your eyelids grew heavy as the minutes ticked by, as Suga’s girth remained tucked snugly inside you, continually kept hard by the little shifts and squeezes of fluttering walls.

You felt your whole body relax into your boyfriend slowly, surrounded by his soft warmth and comforting touch. To be connected to him so intimately while he just carried on with mundane work tasks sent a gentle shiver down your body. You let your eyes fall shut, lured into the wonderful feeling of safety that came with being so close to him.

You couldn’t remember how long you two stayed like that, your mind jumbled and fogged at the sensations around you, inside you. Your core felt sore, stretched so good for so long. You only jolted slightly when Suga finally sighed and leaned back, groaning a bit when his cock nudged into your sweet spot. A small, sleepy cry escaped your lips.

“So patient.” Suga praised, careful fingers running over your sides, soothing you. “You did so well, sweetheart.” His voice was butter. “Would you like a reward now?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, hand snaking between your bodies and into your shorts to find your clit, rubbing it in fast, tight circles.

After hours of wonderful stimulation, it took maybe four minutes for him to make you cry and shake on him, twitching and shuddering on his cock as your long awaited orgasm finally ran through your body like sweet release. Suga hummed and praised you through it, fingers moving insistently over your tiny bud until he had milked everything out of you, calling you his good girl, his obedient little whore, his perfect, pretty cocksleeve.

“You’re so perfect, my love. So beautiful. Taking exactly what I give you and not complaining about it. You trust me so much, don’t you? Good little slut. My perfect princess.”

You keened and snuggled closer to him, finally letting the lingering trails of unconsciousness take hold of you, safe in your boyfriend’s arms, knowing he would take care of your body and put you to bed while you were out like a light.

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seoafin · 5 months

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pairing: fushiguro toji & reader / side pairing stsg x reader an installment to the exposure therapy au warnings/tags: mentions of sex work/escorting, gambling, don't read if weird teacher/student dynamics squick you nothing is meant to be romantic and toji is a shitty teacher word count: ~4.7k

“So,” Toji says, eyeing your lone figure in the classroom with a raised eyebrow. “Just you today huh.”

You look up from your book at him, and then your gaze circles the empty room, the three unoccupied desks next to yours make the room feel emptier, bigger. Sorry to disappoint, you think. He’s not the only one. “Just me,” you reply plainly.

Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko aren’t here. The three of them are in Fukuoka. Before they left, Satoru had boasted about a certain famous shrine dedicated to Sugawara no Michizane belonging to his family. Suguru had slammed his closed fist down on his head with a roll of his eyes, dragging Satoru away by the hair, leaving you with a smile and a promise to return promptly. Don’t go anywhere, okay? We’ll be back soon.

When a sleek black car had pulled up to the base of the school, Shoko had reluctantly disentangled herself from your side, complaining about unnecessary appearances.

That had been four days ago.

You heard of a brewing storm in the area. You hope the three of them are staying warm and out of the rain. You hadn’t even expected Toji to drop in on class today. He seems to call out at the mildest inconveniences. The other day he had cited not wanting to see Satoru’s face as a legitimate reason to skip on his duties as a teacher. He’s the worst teacher you’ve ever had.

You close your book. “What’s on the agenda today?”

“Hell if I know,” he shrugs. “Got any ideas?”

You stare at him.

“Forget I asked,” he scoffs. “Right,” one foot is already out the door, “I’m out.”

He stops, back turned to you. Then he sighs wearily, as if you’ve somehow exhausted him.

You are promptly plucked out of your seat, Toji's fingers curled around the back of your collar. When you look at him inquiringly, he simply says: “Field trip.”

—

Your eyes water as you enter the pachinko parlor. You are greeted by the omnipresent acrid scent of smoke clinging to the yellowing walls and ceiling. You blink away the tears stinging at your eyes, and quickly follow Toji through the large room, passing by multiple seated older men, eyes glued to the bright machines in front of them. All you can hear are the sound of balls clacking and levers being pushed. From what you can gather, nobody has won today. It slightly amazes you how Toji thinks he’ll be the exception.

You follow his dark, foreboding figure to the back of the room, to the very end of the row, where there are only three other men. Only one spares you a glance. There are eyes all over the ceiling, scuttling about. Curses, you note, traces of all the ill will that’s gathered.

There’s a wooden stool. He barely gestures at it before saying, “Sit.”

Toji gets comfortable in front of a large flashing machine, and proceeds to pull out his wallet.

You’re aware gambling is a vice. It’s not really any of your business what your teacher decides to do in his spare time. It’s not as if Megumi and Tsumiki aren’t being taken care of. If this is what Toji would prefer to do over buying the kids new school supplies then…

All that work into keeping Megumi only to gamble his time and money away.

It would be one thing if it was entertaining but…

He’s losing.

Badly. You never expected it to be like this. How awful. If it were you, your dignity could only take so much.

You think it takes a special kind of resilience to be a gambler, but more importantly it takes luck.

You rise from your seat to take a closer look. Not a single metal ball has reached the prize slot no matter how he tries to align his timing with the press of the lever.

You glance at Toji, face alight with a fierce concentration, jaw tight. You sigh.

“You’re losing.”

“Shaddup.”

You sigh again, turn around and seat yourself back on the stool. You open your book. You told Suguru you’d try to finish it by the time he returned.

Someone is hovering. You can see a man out of the corner of your eye. You look up at him, a skinny balding middle aged man in a worn suit, tie loose around his neck, and he nearly flinches. You can hear the plink plink plink of money being lost in front of you.

“Is something the matter?” you ask politely. You figure if anything he’ll ask you for your ID. Without the jacket of your school uniform, you can usually pass off any suspicions of being a student. You aren’t an adult, but you aren’t a child anymore either. You’re of age.

He hesitantly takes a step closer. “How much?”

There are thin, wire glasses on the bridge of his nose. You can see the perspiration building on his forehead. You tilt your head.

Anxious energy radiates off of him. His gaze is fixated on your chest. “Just for the night,” he says quickly. “One night.”

Understanding quickly dawns on you. “I’m sorry,” you start apologetically. “You seem to be mistaken. I’m not an escort.” The man blinks. You continue. “In fact, if you’re looking for one, you might want to look at the man right there.”

You wonder if Toji is into men. If it even matters. Customers are customers. Money is money, and something tells you he isn’t picky.

That elicits an indelicate snort from the aforementioned man. So he is listening.

The man looks dissuaded for a minute, before pressing forward once more. “I can pay,” he says breathily, inching closer to you. His eyes dart to your slightly spread thighs before going unfocused.

Now, just how should you handle this?

You could take his hand, momentarily stop him in his tracks. You’d be gone before he gained consciousness once more. But you’re technically not allowed to use your cursed technique on civilians, and you don’t like doing it either, despite Satoru’s protests about the underutilization of your technique.

A shadow looms above you.

“You bothering my girl?”

You involuntarily shudder at the statement, but the man pales, looking up at Toji fearfully as if he descended from the parted heavens.

“Y-Y-Yours—”

“Mine." Lips peel back, revealing bared teeth in a mockery of a smile. “Fuck off degenerate. Or you’ll be seeing my fist next.”

The man scrambles backwards, almost tripping on his feet. He gives you one last look before you watch him disappear through the rows of metal machines. You look back at Toji, gaze dropping to his empty hand.

“Wow. You didn’t win a single thing.” You think that in itself is a special skill.

An irritated look crosses his face. Green eyes flash. “Damn things are rigged,” he seethes. “ All of ‘em.”

Just as he finishes that statement, shouts fill the front of the room along with shrill celebratory noises. You look at him. His face grows cloudy. You hop off the stool. “I was wondering how long it’d take you to give up.”

He changes the topic. “You look fine for someone who was just solicited.”

You shrug. “Nothing would’ve happened.”

Toji begins to trudge to the exit. A walk of shame. “He looked like he was gonna haul you off to the nearest love hotel.”

“I’ve never been to a love hotel." You had told Satoru and Suguru of your interest to see the interior of one once. They had both fallen quiet for the rest of the walk home. “But it’s not exactly the kind of place you go to alone.”

He shakes his head. “You’re a full time job, you know that?”

You look at him curiously as you step outside. Your lungs are glad to trade the smoke-laden air for fresh air.

“It’s a shame he didn’t solicit you instead,” you remark as the two of you start on a journey to the nearest convenience store. You’d like a drink. Maybe if you’re in a lenient mood you’ll buy Toji one too. “I’m sure you could’ve shown him a better time than me.”

“Dunno about that.” He gives you a scrutinizing once over. “A virgin like you? Hot commodity. ‘Sides,” he smirks. “I’m expensive.”

An unmarked virgin maybe. But any man would recoil from the scars that mark your body. All the assignments from before Shoko. And if not that, then the disfigurement of your side gifted to you from the man right next to you.

“That explains how you can afford to lose so much money.”

Unexpectedly, he takes you in good humor. “You’re a mean little thing when you want to be,” he says. “The mouth on you.”

You blink. Nobody has ever called you mean. Not to your face anyway. You think about it. Maybe this is what Satoru used to dislike about you, back when you hadn’t cared about how he perceived you. All you knew back then was that you said all the wrong things. Now you eagerly await text messages from Shoko. You like it when Satoru smiles, when he flashes you a grin so bright that you can’t help but smile back. You like the soft crease of Suguru’s gaze when he regards you. You like it so much that you can’t sometimes can’t breathe. You’re a different person now. Sometimes, you need to remind yourself of it.

Inside the convenience store, you select black tea for yourself and a coffee for Toji. You walk outside to him chewing on a pork bun and you hand him the drink. It’s a brand you’ve seen him drink before. He stares at the black label. You don’t expect a thank you.

“Tsumiki is starting middle school soon,” you say, staring out into space. “She could use some new school supplies.” Along that line of thinking, Megumi could use a new randoseru.

He’s silent. You’d buy her some yourself, but you think it’d be more meaningful coming from the man who is technically her step-father. She’d be delighted even, you think, and Megumi for as aloof as he tries to be, can only be so distant when it comes to his beloved sister. There have been too many mistakes, too many burned bridges, but this could be a step in the right direction. You don’t think he sleeps at home.

The two of you enjoy the quiet. You finish your drink, and then stand. You’re in a familiar area of the city, and there’s someone you’ve been meaning to see.

—

“You’re late,” Marie scolds, hand on her hip. You close your eyes at the scent of plum blossoms wafting from her skin. “Think of me as one of your clients. Be punctual!”

“This one’s fault,” Toji grunts out. His knuckles dig into the side of your head with enough force to tip you over, and your eyes snap open immediately. If you were a lesser person, you’d be on the ground. You frown, your head sore. “Found her hoverin’ over some damn stick in the park.”

It would have made an excellent walking stick. You clutch your shopping bag to your chest. “Satoru and Suguru never complain…”

That’s a lie. Satoru has resorted to either holding your hand or staying attached to you at all times to make sure you don’t wander like some bodyguard. Suguru too. You don’t know why. You’d rather just find them later to save them the trouble of finding you.

“Make your boyfriends wait, not me.”

You make a face. He should’ve just left you. Despite that, you hang your head apologetically. It is your fault. You had become distracted multiple times along the way, and a specific distraction had culminated in the shopping bag in your hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize Fushiguro-sensei made plans to be here by a certain time. It was my fault.”

“Damn right.”

He’s a sore loser, you think. You may have said it out loud because his gaze slides to you, mouth opening with what you think is a nasty reply.

Marie shoots him a sharp look. “Now, now Toji. A man like you knows better than to run his mouth like that.”

“Off the clock,” he replies before stepping forward. A throng of women gather around him, cooing and ah’ing, hands skirting over his arms and chest. A man like him has no need to pay for a woman, so you gather they’d sleep with him willingly for free. And from the looks of it, he has a plethora of choices. You hope they aren’t expecting more. Like money. You think many women have been reduced to tears by the man.

Marie clicks her tongue, and a collective sigh sounds the air before the crowd disperses to their actual clients, leaving just one lucky woman who pulls him towards the back of the room, towards the more private area.

“They pulled sticks earlier.” Marie looks amused. “It’s not often Toji comes around for anything other than drinks.”

You smile. “He likes your company. You shouldn’t discount that.”

Her eyes are fond as they look at you. Her fingers brush the hair away from your face. “What a man like that is doing around a sweet girl like you is beyond me.” She sighs, shaking her head. “He’ll corrupt you.”

It’s not that bad, you want to say. Not as long as you hold no expectations about the person he is. The only thing you’ll hold him to is being a father. But other than that you’ve found that you seem to feel a certain kinship with miserable people and your teacher is one of the more miserable people you’ve ever met.

That’s when you see them. A group of girls hovering behind Marie. They span from what looks like your age to a little older, and they seem to be waiting.

“Honestly,” Marie turns to them. “What have I said about standing around the front?”

The girl in the very front pouts, glossy bottom lip jutted out. “But Marie, you said they’d be here! Those two hot guys. I want the black haired one, he was charming!”

“Then I’ll take the one white haired one. Those sunglasses…”

“No, I want that one!”

“I’ll take them both!”

“As if they’d be interested. You’re practically made of plastic!”

“What did you say—”

“GIRLS!”

They reluctantly settle.

“Toji’s students are they?” Another girl asks, voice breathy.

“Not like that,” Marie says chidingly. “Those two respectable high school boys wouldn’t come to a place like this if they didn’t have to,” Marie glances at you. “And I never said they’d be here. You girls and your selective hearing give me a headache!”

“We’re graduating this year,” you say. You don’t think it matters. Jujutsu High is a year longer than regular civilian high schools. Nobody in your class is underage anymore. “I’ll be sure to pass them your way after. But—”

The girls squeal. Marie winces. You’re surrounded at once, the surrounding clash of perfume making you go lightheaded. Someone’s large endowed chest is pressing against your back, and both your arms. Someone is tightly clutching your hand. Everyone is speaking. Their names, their phone numbers, their availability. Not a single girl has listed her rates. You want to tell them that they should because Satoru and Suguru have money to spend. Special grades make a salary far beyond anything normal jujutsu sorcerers do, and that was coming from someone who considered their own pay more than comfortable.

You suddenly understand every single man in the host club more than you ever had before. You, too, would pay for the experience of a beautiful woman looking at you like the only person in the world.

Your face is hot. You’ve never been surrounded by so many beautiful women in your life. Satoru and Suguru and even Toji regularly experience this? You think that’s unfair.

“GIRLS!”

“Satoru and Suguru are in Fukuouka right now,” you say apologetically. Shoko too, you think. But that’s something you’d like to keep to yourself, lest you lose her to another prettier girl.

The girls sigh a collective “awwwww.”

You are reluctantly let go of, on unsteady feet. Marie looks downright annoyed. “I should put you all out for the night! Stop bothering the poor girl, and get back to work!” She barks.

The girls slink away, casting you pleading looks. You smile. Something flutters to the ground. You pick it up. It’s a business card with a number written on the back. Someone had stuffed it into the sleeve of your shirt. You discreetly slide it into your shopping bag. You’ll give it to Satoru and Suguru later. Satoru, when he inevitably complains about how you hadn’t bought him a gift.

And then you feel something more in your shirt.

“Those girls,” Marie scowls as she straightens your shirt and hair with all the vigor of a mother cat grooming her kitten. You almost close your eyes. “The new ones go crazy for a pretty face. They’ll learn soon enough.”

You follow Marie to the bar, unable to help your curiosity as you glance at all the men being entertained on love seats. You recognize some faces from the women that had surrounded Toji, but instead of the excited air that had prompted a frenzy around Toji, everything now is strictly professional.

The life of a jujutsu sorcerer is hard, but in a way you envision anything else. If you ever became a hostess or an escort, you’d fail. People like Toji and the girls can do things you could never do.

Marie pours you a drink as you take a seat. It smells sweet. “I’m sorry about that,” she sighs. “How have things been?”

“Good,” you reply truthfully. Unexpectedly so. You’re visiting Riko next month and you are carefully readying souvenirs to take to her. No deaths (as of now). Suguru and Satoru are happy. Shoko is preparing for medical school. Things are unusually good. You pause. “I was solicited by a man.”

“Oh dear,” Marie closes her eyes. “Now just where has that man been taking you?”

“Just the pachinko parlor.” And the race tracks, but that’s a story for another time.

“Not that seedy place!”

“It wasn’t that bad,” you say. For you. “But I don’t think Fushiguro-sensei has a single yen to his name right now.” In other words: you really hope the woman currently with him isn’t expecting anything other than a good time.

“Oh,” Marie groans. “Born under an unlucky star, that one. He just doesn’t learn.”

“I’ve never seen anyone so unlucky,” you reply gravely, sipping at your plum wine. “I am curious though. I wish Fushiguro-sensei hadn’t scared him off so early. I’ve been wondering about how much he would’ve paid.”

Toji slides into the seat next to you. There’s lipstick on his chin and smudges of it on his neck. “A cheapskate lookin’ guy like that? He would’ve shorted ya. Consider yourself lucky I was there.”

You frown once again. “Nothing would’ve happened.”

He eyes you dubiously. “With you? Who knows.”

You don’t have a reply for that. He’s right.

Marie hums, cleaning a cocktail glass. “That was quick,” she says to Toji. “Done already?”

He waves a blithe hand, not responding. You also look at him.

“Oh dear,” she says in mock concern. The corners of her lips are fighting not to tilt into a smile. “Old age getting to you?”

He narrows his eyes playfully. “Why don’t you find out?”

You eagerly take a long swig of your drink.

Marie straightens, not in the least ruffled, gazing down at him with the countenance of a regal queen. “Things have changed since we first met, Toji. You couldn’t afford five minutes of my time.”

You nod.

Toji grins, and it looks devastatingly charming. “No discount for little ole’ me?”

“You bastard,” a derisive snort. “I’d make you pay more. You’ve never paid for a girl in your life.”

It doesn’t dissuade him. “You know I’d make it worth your time.”

“All this with another woman’s lipstick on your face,” she leans over and lightly pats Toji’s cheek in a vaguely warm, yet condescending manner. She turns to you. “Never let a smooth talker into your bed.”

“You know I do a lot more than talk, Marie.”

Marie rolls her eyes. “Toji, dear. Shut up.” She smiles. “I want to hear about those boys of yours.”

It takes you until Toji snorts to realize she’s talking about Satoru and Suguru.

“They’re fine,” you say. Maybe she’s angling for their wallets. It’s an endeavor you wholeheartedly support.

She imperceptibly leans forward. “Is that all?”

“No girlfriends if that’s what you’re wondering,” you report. You’re sure the two of them will make her money.

Speaking of Satoru, Suguru and Shoko. You take your phone out of your pocket and stare at it. No text messages. It’s been like this for the last four days. They must be busy. You’re not upset by it.

Just…

Maybe a little lonely.

“Thank you for inviting me out today,” you tell Toji. Well. More or less he had dragged you out of your seat under the guise of a field trip. But you’re still glad nonetheless. You enjoyed it. The school is too big without your best friends, and Nanami and Haibara were out on a joint assignment this morning. You don’t know what you would’ve done by yourself. You don’t like to be alone with your thoughts. “It was very educational.”

An eyebrow quirks upwards. “Was it now.”

You look at him. “Yes. I’m never betting on pachinko.”

He clicks his tongue sullenly. Marie exhales a wheeze of laughter.

Then he reaches over to pluck your phone out of your hand. After a second, he tosses it back at you.

Your phone is alight as text messages fill your entire screen. You stare at it, wide eyed as texts start piling in, the latest from Satoru, Shoko, Suguru, or all three.

satoru

[13:04] respond

[13:06] what r u doing

[13:06] answer

[13:07] answer

[13:07] IT’S BEEN 4 DAYS

[13:09] are you mad at me

[13:10] fine

[13:10] don’t reply.

[13:15] hello

[13:20] hello

[14:05] WHAT FIELD TRIP ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW

shoko

[8:43] your phone is on silent isn’t it

[8:45] see u soon

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suguru

[12:04] yaga said you were on a field trip with fushiguro-sensei

[12:04] can you tell me where you are?

[12:05] nowhere dangerous right?

[12:06] are you still with him? what kind of field trip are you on?

[12:06] this is inexcusable. you shouldn’t be on an unsanctioned field trip just the two of you.

[12:07] are you back at the school?

[12:07] you don’t need to be there. just leave him.

[12:07] please don’t do anything you would normally do

“Your phone was on silent,” Toji says flatly, if not a bit amused. “How old are you again?”

You’re too eagerly engrossed in reading your text messages that you don’t respond. Marie and Toji share a look.

“I don’t know…” you trail off, ungluing your eyes from your screen. Too many texts. You don’t even know how to begin to respond. So you don’t.

A memory suddenly hits you. Before the three of them left you had been at a cafe with Satoru. While you had been in the midst of typing out Shoko a heartfelt response Satoru had snatched your phone out of your hands, clicked around with it, and slipped it into his pocket.

After then you had subsequently received no text messages. So he had put your phone on silent. You resolve to learn that setting as soon as you go home.

suguru

[17:54] we’re coming back. i’ll see you at the school.

You excitedly stand, waving the text in Toji’s face. “They’re coming back!” You exclaim. “I’m going to meet them.” You quickly bow to them. “Don’t bother coming back early,” you tell Toji. Then you rush out.

—

You nearly run into Shoko’s open arms, burying your face into her shoulder. She smells like dewy grass. Back inside Satoru’s room in jujustu tech, the four of you are together. It feels as if they never left.

“Welcome back,” you say breathlessly. “How was Fukuouka?”

“Wet,” she says, making a face. “How was your field trip?”

“Interesting. I think Fushiguro-sensei is the unluckiest man in the world.”

“Well, I don’t doubt that,” she replies. “I bought you souvenirs.”

“Me too,” you blurt out. Your face warms. “Well not a souvenir, really.” You give her the shopping bag in your hand. “I saw it and thought that…” that it’d look perfect on her, “that maybe you could wear it to the next festival…?”

Before she can unravel your impromptu gift, an airy voice cuts through.

“So the two of us are chopped liver now, are we Suguru?”

“It seems that way, Satoru.”

“How awful,” Satoru sniffs. “After all the trouble we went through to get here early.”

“It was an ordeal, wasn’t it?” Suguru’s smile turns a hint menacing. Your fingers go sweaty. “I’m more interested in this ‘educational field trip. ’”

“It was educational,” your rebuttal is weak.

“Is that right,” Suguru hums. “I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.”

You look at Shoko helplessly. She shrugs.

Satoru frowns, rounding on you. “I can’t believe you! Not a single text the entire time we were gone! Just what were you two doing anyway? Confess!”

“You’re the one that put my phone on silent,” you reply. “I didn’t even know. I thought the three of you were too busy to update me.”

Satoru opens his mouth. You can see the moment he realizes you’re right. His mouth closes.

Suguru rolls his eyes. Shoko shakes her head. The two of them promptly slap the back of his head, earning a yelp from the white-haired boy.

“Besides, I haven’t forgotten about you two,” you say, thinking about the cards. Satoru perks up at the prospect of a gift. He’s surprisingly easy to handle at times. Like a child. It’s not bad, you think. Not at all. You smile, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a stack of cards.

“For you two.”

They momentarily glance at each other before taking the cards.

“Wait,” you pat down the sides of your body. “Ah—” three cards tucked into the waistband of your skirt that you hadn’t noticed before “—here you go.”

They stare down at the cards in their hands in silence.

"...Thank you," Suguru says, ever polite, voice strained.

You beam. “Your welcome. The two of you should go with Fushiguro-sensei next week." The two of them wear matching grimaces. "The girls really want to see you again." You look at Satoru. "Even you Satoru!"

"Hah!? What is that supposed to mean!?"

You're sure the prospect of being surrounded by beautiful women will make them more amenable to the idea. Shoko is laughing.

“Wait right here,” Shoko says quickly, getting up from the floor. A quick squeeze of your arm. “I’m getting your souvenirs.”

You turn back to them. “Was Fukouka fun?”

“...The same as always,” is Satoru’s somewhat peeved response as he throws you a box of mentaiko flavored chips. “Annoying old geezers nearing the grave. We skipped the onsen.”

The fact that Suguru doesn’t even correct Satoru on his words says enough.

“Oh. You shouldn’t have.” It would’ve been a nice way to end their trip. You plop a chip into your mouth. It’s too salty for Satoru’s tastes, but you enjoy it just fine.

Suguru smiles. His fingers are playing with the edges of your hair, lightly tugging. “Next time, we’ll all go together.”

“That would be fun. I’d like that.” You go quiet for a few seconds. “I missed you two.”

Satoru puffs up. “Tell me more.”

“I was a little lonely without everyone. I think that’s why Fushiguro-sensei took me out on a fieldtrip today.”

In other words: he was being oddly considerate. In his own way.

Satoru deflates, pouting. You don’t notice, lost in your thoughts.

“Satoru, Suguru.” The two of them look at you. “If I were an escort, how much would you pay for a night with me?”

The two of them go silent.

#toji n ripmc are petty4petty badchildhood4badchildhood solidarity fr #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #m.jjk #et au

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yoisami · 10 months

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˚₊‧୨୧ I'LL GIVE YOU ALL MY LIFE, MY SEASONS...

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: a piece that i wanted to write for wave to earth's seasons. it's a beautiful song pls-

tags. various bllk x gn!reader, fluff, 1076 wc, messy writing -> not proofread, kaiser not in hs but let’s pretend he is :D

春; spring —

amidst the falling petals from cherry blossoms and the beginning of fleeting first loves, there's a secret between you and him that remains unspoken — you both like each other. it's undeniable — you're both head over heels into each other, but neither of you have been brave enough to step into that territory that could cost you your year-long friendship.

and today, he invited you to take a stroll around the park where the shower of petals would be. just as he predicted, you're instantly infatuated with the sight, gasping and captivated at the beauty of it all while he's standing with you, struggling to calm down his heart that's drumming against his ribcage so so aggressively. the flowers' sweetness permeated through the air, and he's left speechless when you subconsciously grabbed his hand, pulling him closer to the flowering trees.

you don't realise what how bold your action was until you looked at your hand in his. your face is burning, and as a distraction from what just happened, you sheepishly pulled out your phone, nervously taking photos of the flowers because you're so aware of the blush that's blossoming across your cheeks and ears.

and while you're capturing the pretty sight with the phone camera, he's still trying to process just how perfect your hand fit in his. he's certain that he wants this memory to stay with him forever - he wants to remember the way your lips curved upward when you thanked him for suggesting this unplanned hangout, and he definitely wants to remember the way that you looked at him — as if he meant something more than a friend to you.

— KUNIGAMI, nagi, kurona, NESS, HIORI (blue lock) ; SUGAWARA, yamaguchi, OIKAWA, kenma (haikyuu)

夏; summer —

in a hushed voice, he knocked on the shoji door as he loudly whispered your name, impatiently waiting for you to welcome him into the room you and your friends shared for the trip. there's an eager smile on his face when you opened the door for him, but you placed your index finger against your lips, reminding him to stay silent before he tiptoed his way inside and making a beeline to the doors that kept crickets from inviting themselves into the interior.

you were hesitant about a romantic rendezvous that he proposed to you at dinner time — getting caught could potentially result in you and your boyfriend getting kicked out of the premises for the the remainder of the school trip. he managed to talk you into it though, and things were going according to his plan: your friends are all asleep, and the teachers have returned to their rooms too.

you took a seat beside him out on the deck, and naturally, your hands slipped into his. he hummed contently to the breeze that the summer night has granted you two, and your head fell to his shoulder as you talked about all the best moments of your day. and he listened, like he always does, and what he promises to also do in the future. you're a bit of a pessimist — you often think he's joking, or he's simply exaggerating, but he swears since the day you both acknowledged your feelings for each other, his heart started beating only for you.

— BACHIRA, kaiser, gagamaru, ZANTETSU (blue lock) ; hinata, tanaka, NISHINOYA, KUROO, bokuto, ATSUMU (haikyuu)

秋; autumn —

the heat of summer has dissipated for the year, and he's indulging in the coolness of tonight's breath. he has your scarf draped over his arm as he's following you along the beach, and you suddenly paused. he doesn't pay much attention to how soft the sand is when you're reaching out your hand to him. perhaps autumn was not the best time to be visiting the beach (especially at night), but the sight was worth it — even if you you shivering from time to time, and he'd respond to trembling body by rubbing your hands against his to warm you up.

the salty waves crashed and the noise made by driving cars on the nearby road is loud, but he's too focused on you, and he's easily persuaded that the moonlight is the best at illuminating how beautiful your delicate features are.

and you're standing beside him, silently admiring the blanket of stars above you. while you think that the sky above is a sight for sore eyes, he tells you that you're the sight for sore eyes here. he knows it's sappy, but he's just "telling you the truth", he says.

his heart rate accelerated when your loving gaze returned to him again. with a smile, he leaned into your ear, muttering sweet nothings in hopes that your heart is beating just as fast as his. but he doesn't need to hope, because he's the reason why your face has been feeling so warm lately; he's the reason why you're failing to pay attention to the professor in your lectures; and he's the reason why your heart ached when he wasn't around. your breath hitched when his arm encircled your waist, and he guided you into his vicinity as he slowly pulls you into a fervorous kiss that now marks the first time he's proclaimed his love to you.

— ISAGI, REO, sae, yukimiya (blue lock) ; kageyama, DAICHI, iwaizumi, akaashi, ushijima (haikyuu)

冬; winter —

snow was on its way to japan, and your hands that remained cold through each season of the year were currently being kept warm by his warm ones. his hands are threaded through yours as you browsed through each shop in shibuya that peaked your interest. keeping your intertwined hands in the pocket of his coat, he's diligently following you into each store, watching you beam at the little trinkets on the shelves. when you left the store with him, he noticed how your nose has become pink from the cold, and almost instantly does he remove his scarf from his neck to wrap it around yours. there's a tender smile on his lips when he watched how adorably your eyes widened at his chivalrous act.

while your eyes shyly averted from his direction, he tilts your chin up in a swift singular motion, leaving you with no choice but to look up at his eyes that had so much love hiding behind the dilated pupils. there's a bunch of feelings stirring in your stomach — you're giddy, exhilarated, embarrassed, and he doesn't let you shy away from his touch. shibuya was constantly bustling with people, but in that moment, they were all blurring into the distance when he pressed a feather-like kiss on your hand, promising that he'll keep you warm for as long as he's able to.

— CHIGIRI, rin, otoya (blue lock) ; tsukishima, SEMI, sakusa, OSAMU, SUNA (haikyuu)

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system-to-the-madness · 3 months

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Strawberry Daifuku - Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: Sugawara Kōshi x fem!Reader AU: college!AU Genre: hurt/comfort Word Count: 3 144 Summary: Suga plans to confess to you the day before Valentine’s Day, but the conversation takes a different turn A/N: I know, usually chocolates are given on Valentine’s Day, not Daifuku (filled mochi), but I made some today for the first time so…

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Sugawara Kōshi was not entirely sure why he felt like a complete fool, standing in front of your door, and yet hesitating to ring. It was the thirteenth of February, just one day before Valentine’s Day, and while he knew that on Valentine’s Day the girls were supposed to confess, he felt like he actually couldn’t stand bottling up his feelings even one day more. Especially when he was placing his bets on you confessing first.

Would he even have a chance with you?

It was weird, he had known you for three years already, having met you at the entrance exams to the university. You had talked then, and when you had bumped into one another at the orientation a few months later, it felt like you both had chosen the other as your ride-or-die. After that it hadn’t taken Sugawara long to fall for you. It had crept in on him since day one, he realized, and the following years he had tried his best to keep his feelings in check.

But what were you feeling for him? He wasn’t sure.

He knew you considered him as one of your closest friends, so there was definitely the risk of losing this friendship if he confessed and you didn’t reciprocate his feelings. But then again, you were both finished with your third year of university. The next year would barely consist of classes, instead you’d both focus on your part-time jobs. You already had a job-offer lined up for after graduation, and Sugawara was aiming to join the masters-degree in one year before starting to work as a teacher. That meant, in the next year you’d both be busy, you’d both drift apart. You might never again be as close to each other as right now, so this felt like the last possible moment to tell you the truth.

He couldn’t wait for tomorrow and the chance that maybe you would confess. Not that he thought you might. You didn’t exactly act like you were interested in him in that way.

Admittedly, he also didn’t know what you acted like when you were interested in someone. In the three years of your friendship, he had never once seen you express any sort of interest in anyone. Which, as foolish as it was, had always given him the hope, that he might have a chance to worm himself into your heart after all.

The person brushing past him in the stairwell on their way downstairs tore him out of his thoughts. Still feeling incredibly foolish, he exhaled with a sigh and pressed the doorbell. The ringing could be heard through the door, and a moment later the sound of something cluttering and muffled swearing.

Suga hid his giggle, and quickly straightened his face when he heard steps approaching the door. A moment later it swung open, revealing you, dressed in a pair of sweatpants, an oversized shirt and an apron. You only took a quick look at Suga’s face before you already turned around again.

“Come in,” you greeted, “I have something on the stove.” Aaaand you were gone again.

Quickly Suga pushed his foot into the closing door, stopping it from falling into the lock. Mumbling a quiet ‘Ojamashimasu’ as he stepped into your flat, he toed of his shoes in the genkan and followed you into the kitchen, just in time to see you pull a pot from the stovetop, and pouring the white, liquid content into a bowl.

“Cooking,” he asked, stepping closer to see what you were making.

“Uhm, not really. Making chocolates,” you corrected, taking a whisk, and beginning to stir. That was when Suga spied the carton of cream and the empty chocolate bar wrappers on the counter.

“Oh, for tomorrow?” He hadn’t imagined bringing up the topic so quickly.

“What’s tomorrow?” Or not.

“Valentine’s Day…”

“Oh, no,” you shook your head, mixing the cream with the melting chocolate. “You know me, I stopped giving away Valentine’s Day chocolates after middle school.”

“I just thought, you know, making chocolates on the day before Valentine’s…” Suga trailed of. “Maybe there’s someone you want to confess to.”

You chuckled amused. “I wouldn’t confess to someone just because it’s Valentine’s Day. The chances of getting rejected are just as high as every other day of the year.”

“Wait, you’ve never tried confessing to someone on Valentine’s Day?” So his chances of getting a confession from you tomorrow had never existed anyway. But also, it suddenly made him doubt that it might be a good idea to confess to you now.

“No,” you admitted, stirring the chocolate-cream mix a little harder. “I wouldn’t confess to someone unless I were fairly certain they’d reciprocate my feelings… Besides, why should I confess to someone, if they’ve can’t be bothered to confess to me any other day of the year? Apparently, they’re not interested enough in me, for me to make the effort of confessing on that one special day. If I want to confess, I might do it as well on any other day. And besides, I’ve never seen the sense in confessing just to confess. And it makes things awkward, especially if it happens between friends.”

Suga felt his heart dropping. Had you figured out his feelings for you? Was this your way of saying ‘Keep that confession and let’s pretend everything’s back to normal’?

“I think most people who confess, knowing their feelings aren’t reciprocated, do so for closure,” Suga said, wondering why his voice suddenly sounded so sharp.

You seemed to have noticed his change in tone, too, looking up from the bowl you had kept stirring.

“Yeah, of course. And if that works for them, that’s cool. Doesn’t mean it would work for me.”

Suga blinked. He felt like he had been rejected even without having confessed anything yet.

“Sooo, you’re just making chocolates for fun? Or as friendship-chocolates?”

“For fun, I doubt anyone would want to eat my chocolates,” you laughed, as if trying to dispense the suddenly tense atmosphere.

“I would,” Suga shrugged, making you look up again.

“Is that your way of saying after three years you’re finally expecting chocolates on Valentine’s Day from me,” you laughed again, raising your eyebrows at him teasingly.

“Well, not expecting,” Suga defended, making you laugh even more. Oh, how he loved that sound. “Just… I wouldn’t complain.”

“Yeah, you and sweets,” you laughed. “But friendship-chocolates are usually store-bought, right? Wouldn’t it be weird to give you homemade ones?”

“I don’t care, chocolate is chocolate,” Suga mumbled, but he couldn’t deny that getting to eat something you had made would mean more to him than getting something he could as well have bought for himself in the store. “I mean, all you have to do is say ‘Those are friendship-chocolates’ and the other person knows what’s going on, right?”

“I guess so,” you agreed, grabbing the bowl you had been stirring the chocolate in, and emptying the contents into a prepared form, laid out with baking paper. “Aw man, this is not turning out nice.”

Suga couldn’t help the giggle that slipped over his lips as he watched you try to smooth down the surface of the chocolate in the baking tray, but it kept sticking to the knife you were using, creating waves, and refusing to smooth down.

“Oh, by the way, why did you drop by?”

Right, there had been a very specific reason. When he had stepped into your small flat, he had been very certain he would finally have the courage to confess his feelings for you. But now…?

The conversation of the past minutes had taken any confidence he had had. Not only was he more convinced than ever that you didn’t like him back, but you had also made it quite clear, that you would think it would make things awkward if someone confessed to you, who you didn’t feel the same way about. And suddenly he felt like it would be best to lie, as usual, while also trying to make his escape as quickly as possible.

“Oh, no reason really,” he answered, but there was one thought in the back of his mind that he just couldn’t get rid of. “Do you really think, someone who truly likes you, wouldn’t confess just because they can’t be bothered?”

“Well, no, of course not,” you sighed, still fighting a silent battle with the chocolate. “It takes tremendous amounts of courage to confess. And perhaps the person thinks just like me, that it’s not worth confessing if they’re not sure I like them. But if they aren’t sure I like them, it’s probably because I don’t. Because I’m really bad at hiding when I like someone, so if I did, they probably would have noticed very quickly. Why do you ask?”

Giving up the fight with the chocolate, you stood up straight, giving Suga a long look as if you expected him to say something. It felt like the way you were looking at him caused something inside of him to tense, all these feelings he had buried deep inside his chest for so long.

Couldn’t you avert your gaze? It was driving him crazy, made him feel like you were reading deep in his soul, laying bare all his well-kept secrets. And then it was too much. Just a minute ago he had decided against telling you the real reason for his visit, and now-

“The real reason I came here today was to tell you that I’ve been in love with you for the past three years.” The words came over his lips so quickly and fluently, he didn’t even know how the phrase had formed in his mind, and before he could quite register the surprised expression in your eyes, or the way your mouth dropped into a tiny “o”, or the way your breath hitched, he continued. “I know you think it will make things awkward, and it probably will. But I owe it to myself to be honest about the way I feel, and I’ve lied to myself for long enough, telling myself it’s okay to just have you as a friend until you eventually fall in love with someone and get together with them. But the truth is, I couldn’t stand that pain. I still value as a friend, but until I’ve dealt with these feelings, it wouldn’t be fair, not to either of us, to continue like this. Sorry.”

Not giving you a chance to respond, not wanting to hear those fateful words of ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that way about you’, he quickly turned around, slipped into his shoes, not bothering to put them on properly, and escaped through the front door. It really felt like an escape, out of that small room of yours that smelled so nicely of chocolate and the laundry detergent you used and your shampoo. Out of that room that seemed to close in on him with every second that the realization increased that he’d never get to call himself yours. Just out of that room. And away from you.

The door was already falling into it’s lock when you called for him, your voice carrying something akin to panic, but Suga ignored you, just sprinted down the steps, grabbed his bike and made sure he got home as quickly as possible, hoping nobody would see his quivering lip or the tears on his cheeks.

Suga tried to call Daichi at last half a dozen times before he turned off his phone, unable to see your name appearing on the screen again and again as you tried calling him. Daichi was probably still at work, so he couldn’t answer, Suga reminded himself, as he buried himself in the blankets on his bed, turning on some anime he had watched over the past few weeks. Outside it had gotten dark quickly after he had returned home, and eventually he had fallen asleep to the noise of the show still running on the small screen of his laptop.

The next morning was, much to Suga’s dismay, bright and sunny. The weather had quickly taken a warm turn after the cold of January, plum blossoms already blooming on the trees he could see from the window in his dorm. Yesterday around this time, he had still imagined what it would be like to take you out for a date today. Nothing grand, maybe buy some cake at the small bakery at the corner, or at the convenience store, take a blanket and sit in the sun at the side of the river. But now the good weather did nothing but annoy him, so he pulled the curtains closed and tried to ignore the world outside. Which worked quite well, until the doorbell rang around noon. Wondering whether he had forgotten about an online order he had made, he got up and opened the door, only to come face to face with you.

You were nervous, he could tell that from even just a glance. Yesterday he had not only been disappointed and sad, but also angry, more at himself than anyone else. But now, with a bit of distance to his outbreak the day before, it was easier to stay calm.

“Happy Valentine’s,” you smiled shyly, avoiding his eyes, as you held out a small box to him. It was one of those cute Valentine’s Day paper boxes he had seen in the 100yen shop for the past weeks.

“Uhm…,” awkwardly Suga stood in the door, before hesitantly taking the box from you. “Wanna come in?”

“Are you sure?”

It felt like a stab to the heart. How had he managed to make you feel anything but welcome in his home in the span of a few minutes yesterday afternoon?

“Yeah, I mean…”

He stepped aside, holding the door open for you. You mumbled the usual greeting as you took off your shoes and stepped into the small, single room apartment.

“I tried making strawberry Daifuku. Emphasis on tried,” you explained, standing around a little helplessly. Suga motioned for you to sit down on one of the cushions of his small table on the floor. “I couldn’t find any red bean paste though, so I made them with chocolate cream.”

“You made them yourself,” Suga wondered, placing the small box on the table, and fetching two plates from the shelf above the sink.

“They’re for valentine’s day after all. So, I thought I might as well put in some effort. They’re kind of ugly though, just saying. Well, not ugly, they just look… authentically handmade.”

Suga giggled at your comment, placing the plates down on the table and fetching a bottle of milk tea and two classes.

“I thought you weren’t in the habit of handing out friendship-chocolates,” he teased. Sure, it kind of hurt, knowing you had rejected him yesterday, although technically you had never phrased it. He was just infinitely glad, that he hadn’t completely destroyed your friendship. “Or friendship-Daifuku, I guess.”

“No, I’m not,” you answered, and the suddenly tense tone made Suga freeze mid-motion, making him look up at you. “Those are not friendship-chocolates.”

“What?”

“They’re just… ordinary Valentine’s Day chocolates. The kind you give to the person you like, to confess to them. Because that’s what I’m here for. To tell you that I like you and have liked you a lot for a long time and- yeah. That’s why I’m here anyway.” You exhaled shakily, still not looking up at Suga, who stood like frozen half-way between the fridge and the table you were seated at.

He blinked a few times, trying to make your words make sense in his head. You liked him?

“Why didn’t you just say that yesterday,” he asked the first thought that popped into his mind.

“I tried,” you defended, finally looking up at him, and could see how close you were to bursting into tears. “I tried, but you just ran away and then wouldn’t answer my calls! And I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me after that…”

Suga swallowed thickly, walking the rest of the way over to you, crouching down besides you and placing the glasses down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, brushing the back of his fingers over your cheek. “I’m sorry for being such an idiot and confessing in such an undignified manner. And then running away before giving you the chance to answer. I messed up big time.”

“It’s okay-”

“It’s not. It’s really not. But unfortunately, I can’t change how much of an idiot I was in the past, so let me make it up to you? We can go for a walk, take the tea and the Daifuku, sit in the park for a bit and talk? If you’d like, that is.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, a smile finally tucking at your lips.

“Sounds like a date,” you teased, making his heart skip a beat.

“I was hoping for it to be one,” Suga grinned, standing back up.

He already knew exactly which spot in the park he wanted to take you to. Not the one underneath the plum blossoms. The grass there was in the shade, and without the sun it wouldn’t be warm enough for the thin jacket you were wearing. Instead, he’d take you to the other side of the river, that was in full early spring sun, from where you’d have a perfect view on the blossoms. And when you had eaten the treats which you had made and drunk the tea he would bring, he’d tell you again how much he liked you. Properly this time, without the annoyance and impatience in his voice, only with affection and warmth. Because you deserved nothing less than that.

Holding his hand out to you, he helped you off the floor, but didn’t let go immediately. Instead, he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft, lingering kiss on your knuckles that made both of your cheeks heat up.

When he pulled away, he quickly busied himself with throwing on a cardigan and pushing the bottle of milk tea he was still holding into one of the pockets before he grabbed the box of treats you had made for him and held his other hand out for you again. After a moment’s hesitation, you placed your own in his, watching as he closed his fingers around yours gently.

“Let’s go,” he smiled, guiding you out of the apartment, locking the door behind you. As he was walking down the stairs, the first box of sweets he had ever gotten for a Valentine’s Day in one hand, your hand in the other, he couldn’t wait to turn the rest of the day into the best first date either of you would have ever been able to imagine.

#sugawara kōshi x reader #sugawara kōshi x you #kōshi x reader #kōshi x you #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara koushi x you #koushi x reader #koushi x you #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara koshi x you #koshi x reader #koshi x you #sugawara x you #sugawara x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #mad hq #valentines day

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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loveephia · 11 months

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hii ! I really luv ur writing style and omg it's so cute and sweet and HSKWJWJJAHSUVDSJ !!! ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ could I request karasuno x shy reader ? sorry if it sounds like a weird request ! ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! karasuno meeting the shy reader . . .

`· . ꔫ . . . (hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, sugawara.)

a/n: I AM SO SORRY AS TO HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO ANSWER THIS. i got the biggest writer's block, and i lost a bit of my interest in haikyū!!. slowly, but surely, it's coming back, though. THANK YOU ANON FOR YOUR KIND WORDS AND ENJOY READING!!! :D

⚠ warning/s: none.

SHŌYŌ HINATA

- i firmly believe that opposites attract

- so just know that hinata would be over the moon for you :D!!

- his outgoing personality together with your shy one, PLSSS you two would make such a cute couple

- upon first meeting, hinata was asked (by kiyoko) to try and find students who still weren't in a club, so hinata approached you first

- but when he asked you questions on if you wanted to join the volleyball club as their manager, you kept glancing off to the side, twiddling with your fingers, and sighing like you were uncomfortable

- that was hinata's little cue that maybe you weren't interested :<

- "i apologize.. i- i was already planning to join a different club." you manage to speak out with what little sanity you have left

- hinata's huge signature smile makes a way unto his own face, and you can't help but stare. "it's okay! what club were you planning to join?"

- and the conversation stems from there

- somehow, hinata just has this charm to get anyone to talk, you included ^^

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

- honestly, i can just imagine you and him staring at each other at the vending machine right outside karasuno.

- "did he just take the last box of milk?"

- "she's staring, so i'll stare too."

- then, after looking at his face for a while, you realize that hE'S ACTUALLY A TAD BIT HANDSOME.

- pls you're already weak around normal people, and he just so happens to be some kinda ikemen 😞

- a small peachy blush forms on your cheeks, and you decide that you can just get a new milk box at a different vending machine

- you shuffle away as quickly as possible, but you're interrupted with a: "hey."

- you turn around and see him walking toward you

- "no, no, no, no! is he mad? did i stare at him for too long???"

- "here." kageyama gives you some change, "i notice that you come here every day to get the same drink, but it looks like i took the last one."

- as you watch him walk away, you stare at the change now in your hands

- he was.. nice.

KEI TSUKISHIMA

- get out ☹️

- if i ever got sucked into the hq world, i'm avoiding tsukishima like the plague.

- you two are friends (somehow??) and normally, he'd watch you try to start a conversation with other schoolmates every day

- after your failed attempt at making new friends, tsukishima kinda teases you and.. comforts you??

- "maybe it'll turn out better next time if you actually maintained eye contact." he pats your head

- nvm it was a whole roast.

- you sigh at his words, looking disappointed, and he happens to notice

- "i'll buy you some shortcake if it makes you stop looking so gloomy." and gracefully at that, you nod, ecstatic :D!!

- to your schoolmates, you're the shy girl at the back of the class

- to tsukishima, you're everything and more

KOUSHI SUGAWARA

- you bumped into him while trying to run to the teacher's faculty to submit some papers

- and as you're on the floor, in a daze about what just happened, a sweet voice pulls you outta your thoughts

- you look up and see a boy lending you his own hand. "are you okay?" he asks

- "he's so handsome..!" you thought, taking his hand and getting pulled up

- "y- yes, i'm okay." you say, kneeling down to pick up the papers you dropped as the boy does the same. you can't help but glance at his face a few times

- "what's your name?"

- "y/n l/n. and yours..?"

- "you can call me sugawara." he hands you the papers he picked up with a smile, and you bow to thank him

- as you walk to the faculty room, back on the initial route, you can't help but think about your interaction with sugawara

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yanderecrazysie · 5 months

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can you write a new part for sugawara's idealized scenario? i'm very curious about the 3rd part and i love your writing style. 💓🌸

Sure and thank you! I feel like this turned out pretty bad, but I did my best.

Requested on Tumblr, Quotev, and Wattpad- so many people wanted this LOL

Part 1: here

Part 2: here

Title: Idealized (Part 3)

Pairings: Sugawara Koushi x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, murder, Sugawara’s gone mad, hasn’t he?

Summary: Sugawara Koushi seems to be completely perfect: good grades, talented athlete, responsible, and a total sweetheart. But, if he’s so perfect, why does your string of fate, that red string that warns you of the most dangerous person in your life, lead right to him?

AU Note: Some people have a “String of Fate” that, instead of symbolizing love like in soulmate AUs, leads straight to the most dangerous person in your life when you’re close enough to them. The string is invisible to everyone EXCEPT the person that would be in danger. Not everyone in the world has a string of fate but those that do have no idea in what way they will be in danger.

idealized

/adjective/

regarded or represented as perfect or better than in reality.

Sugawara’s voice was sugar sweet. So sweet that you almost forgot that he was calling you from your mother’s phone.

“What happened to my mother?” You demanded.

You could hear the satisfied smile in his tone as he said, “You’re finally talking to me.”

“Please,” you begged, “what did you do to her?”

You prayed that she was okay, that Sugawara had merely swiped her phone. Something deep inside you knew that wasn’t the case.

“She’s safe. For now,” Sugawara said, “I didn’t mean to go to such drastic measures, I swear. But I couldn’t think of anything else to get your attention. You avoid me like I’ve got the plague. Why don’t you treat others like that? Why is it only me?” His voice raised more and more with each word until he was shouting into the phone, voice choked with emotion.

“The red string of fate,” you admitted, trembling from head to toe, “I saw it connected to you and I didn’t want anything to do with that.”

There was no harm in telling the truth now, especially if it calmed him down. Sugawara certainly had stopped yelling, a silence stretching on from his end as he mulled over your words.

“I guess fate can’t be avoided,” Sugawara mused, “After all, it’s all led to this moment, hasn’t it?”

You gulped audibly, your throat feeling as dry as the desert. “Please just let my mom go. I’ll do anything…”

“Anything?” Sugawara asked, a hint of eagerness slipping into his voice, setting you on edge. Dread seemed to press down on your shoulders, causing you to fall heavily on your bed, trembling from head to toe. This can’t be good.

But did you have a choice? Was there anything you wouldn’t do to get your mom back? No, of course not.

“Anything,” you confirmed softly.

“We’re going to make a trade,” Sugawara replied, “Her freedom for yours.”

You closed your eyes, sucking in a shaky breath. How had it come to this? The teacher’s pet, the popular, handsome volleyball player… how could Mr. Perfect be this cruel? How could he break so many laws just to get his crush to talk to him?

The situation reminded you of Beauty and the Beast. Like Belle, you’d be giving up your freedom for your parent’s. You resolved right then that you’d never, ever fall for the beast, like Belle did. Until the day you died, if it came to that, you would hate him with every inch of your soul.

You felt tears prick your eyes. Until the day I die? You didn’t want to think about that, but wasn’t that what you were promising to him? Or, at least, until he got bored of you. Would that be worse or better? I can’t tell.

“Where are we meeting?” You asked.

Sugawara’s voice trembled with unrestrained excitement from the knowledge that he had won, “My house. Tell the police or anyone else and your mother dies.” He told you the address- a house not too far from yours.

“Okay…” you agreed, tears slipping down your face. You wiped furiously at them, refusing to admit weakness despite losing to him. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t see you crying, you were still angry at yourself for being so helpless.

You pulled out a jacket and slipped on your shoes, looking at each room in your house as though you had never seen them before. Your heart felt heavy in your chest. Would you really never return?

The sound of your front door closing behind you seemed so final. You couldn’t bring yourself to hurry, as if you walked slow enough you would never have to face Sugawara. The cold air nipped at your nose and ears but, for once, you appreciated it. Who knew when you’d be allowed to go outside again?

You arrived at Sugawara’s house much too quickly. It was strange how such an ordinary looking house could be dripping with malice. You trudged up to the door, forcing yourself to knock. The door flung open and your tormenter peeked out at you, a smile spreading across his face, making him look so innocent that you could almost forget what he had done.

Then, the red string materialized, tightening around your finger, and you were jolted back to reality. You fought the urge to turn tail and run. This is for Mom.

Sugawara beckoned you inside. If your front door closing had sounded final, it was nothing compared to his door and the click of a lock. You fought back tears, overwhelmed by the reality you’d found yourself in.

You followed him down a staircase into a basement, heart sinking as you were met with what looked like a jail cell. Sugawara opened the cage and you knew what you had to do, walking shakily into the cell and taking a seat on the surprisingly soft bed inside. With a scrape against the floor and a creak, the door shut behind you, iron bars surrounding you on three sides. He pulled out a key and locked you inside.

“Now my mom,” you tried to force your voice to remain steady, “You promised you’d let her go.”

Sugawara smiled rather regretfully, “About that. She’s seen my face and knows what I planned to do.”

Your entire body froze, a chill running down your spine. “You promised! My freedom for hers!”

“Well, freedom can mean many things,” Sugawara reasoned, “Like freedom from life, the earth, etc.”

“Please, I’ll do anything! I won’t fight you or anything, just don’t hurt her!”

Sugawara reached a hand through the iron bars, reaching for you. You shrank back into the corner, just out of reach. He frowned in response and retracted his arm.

“I already have everything I want.” Sugawara said softly. He gave you a small wave as he exited the room, leaving you to cower in your cell, tears rolling down your cheeks and helpless sobs escaping your mouth.

For a few minutes, there was silence, except for your hiccups and whimpers. Then…

BANG.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!!#yandere one shot #one shot #yandere sugawara #sugawara koushi

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kazemi-archive · 9 months

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Panpsychism

Pairing: Sugawara Koushi x Reader Word Count: ~1.6k Genre: Fluff, Slightly SuggestiveWarnings: use of alcohol, one suggestive line, kissinggggg Pronunciation: pan·psy·chism | /panˈsīˌkiz(ə)m/ Definition: the belief that everything material, however small, has an element of individual consciousness.

Part 2 to Sonder

“Can you read this?” You laughed as you presented the paper you were holding to Koushi and waited for him to look up from his pile of papers.

“Let me see.” He mumbled, taking the paper into his own hands. He adjusted his glasses on his nose and squinted down at the paper. After a moment he laughed a bit. “No. Not at all.” He tried to tilt the paper to one side and then the other, hoping another angle would change it.

“Isn’t handwriting your job?” You raised your eyebrow at him, a playful smirk on your lips as you took the paper back from him.

He gasped in offense, hand over his heart but the clearly displayed laugh lines on his cheeks gave away the fact that he wasn’t truly upset. “Hey now! Don’t blame me!”

“Who should I blame then?” You joked, leaning over the table and closer to him without thinking, playful glint in your eye.

Koushi mimicked your motions, leaning onto the table as well and tilting his head. “I don’t know miss teacher, who do we think?”

You couldn’t help but freeze when you were suddenly made aware of how close the two of you were now by the way Koushi’s eyes flicked across your face. Eyes that you couldn’t help but noticed how they seemed to sparkle with joy, ones that you looked at way too often. The silence lasted a beat too long for it to be written off as normal.

You were quick to snap out of your trance and push your chair away from the table as you leaned back. The sound of the chair scraping against the floor was paired with the sound of you clearing your throat. “I’ll be right back, bathroom.” You rushed the words out as you stood up and headed down the hallway.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe until the bathroom door clicked shut behind you. You sighed, hands resting along the sink as you looked at yourself in the mirror. “My heart isn’t beating faster, my heart isn’t beating faster, I swear it isn’t, get a hold of yourself.” It was a lie you were telling to yourself. Your heart was beating so fast. Too fast. It was racing and you thought that if you weren’t careful then it might race right out of your chest, down the hall and right into Koushi’s hands. You sighed, running your hands over your face in exasperation as you tried to calm down. “Okay, you can do this.” You muttered to yourself, reaching over to flush the toilet in case it could be heard from the living room where you and Koushi had been. “Be normal.” You shook your hands out like it would shake the nerves off of you before exiting the bathroom to head back out to Koushi.

“You okay?” He asked, concern written over his face as he watched you reenter the room quietly. He had pushed his work off to the side slightly, if you hadn’t paid so much attention to him then you wouldn’t have known he’d stopped working after you’d left the room.

You nodded as you got closer to the table, heart picking up a faster pace as you got closer. “Yeah, just a little over the grading.” You sighed and picked up your empty glass from the table instead of sitting down. “More wine?” You offered, taking the glass he offered you, ignoring his eyes on your back as you disappeared again, this time heading for the kitchen.

~*~*~*~*~

“No! He did what!?” You gasped in surprise, loudly as you placed your wine glass onto the coffee table in front of you. Koushi and you had found your way to the couch, show playing on the tv abandoned for the sake of gossip. Akin to the way you’d both abandoned the assignments you’d been grading on the dining table just an hour ago.

“Yeah!” Koushi exclaimed, taking another sip from his wine before placing the glass next to yours so he could continue waving your arms around. “That’s why he left!” His voice was too loud, courtesy of the large amount of wine both of you had consumed. His cheeks mirrored yours, warm and flushed from the alcohol influencing you both. He was much closer to you now, but you could lie to yourself, attribute your racing heart to the alcohol rather than his thigh brushing against yours.

“I can’t believe he-” You cut yourself off with a sharp squeal, when Koushi’s hand accidentally brushed against your side. “Watch it!” You warned, not at all serious as you held your finger up to him, laughing through it as you turned your side away from him to guard your ticklish spot.

Koushi took in the way you guarded your side and you watched as realization dawned across his face, mixing into that playful glint in his eyes. “Oh, are you ticklish?” He had both his hands up now, leaning closer to you as your eyes widened, realizing what was about to happen.

“Koushi.” You held both your hands up but he kept leaning towards you. “Wait.” You squeaked, pushing yourself closer to the arm of the couch only to hit it and be trapped. You squealed when his hands landed on your sides, fingers digging in slightly to draw a giggle from your lips. “No!” You tried to catch his hands, trying to pull away but only succeeding in slipping down the couch onto your back. “Ah! Stop!” Your eyes were squeezed shut as you shrieked and laughed, Koushi’s own laugh sounding from above you as he watched small tears gather in the corners of your eyes from laughing.

It was only a few moments before Koushi’s laughter lightened up and his fingers stopped pressing into your sides. Your laughter quietened then, eyes opening after a few seconds of silence and your breath hitched in your throat. Koushi’s face was directly above yours, his body hovering over you, one hand on the arm of the couch just above your head and the other was still near your side.

“Just one moment…” He muttered, moving his hand from your side and bringing it up to brush some stray hairs out of your face.

“What are you doing?” Your voice wasn’t above a whisper, scared of what would happen if you raised it any higher. Like if you were too loud then it would be a violation of the moment.

He let out a semblance of a laugh, more of a puff of air. His fingers brushed against your cheek, cupping it gently. “Well, I suppose I’m going to kiss you. I hope that’s alright.” You were pretty sure all of your breathing stopped at that. Your lips were parted in shock, eyes glued to his. “Is that alright?” He asked, waiting for your permission.

“Yeah.” You mumbled, without thinking first, not giving yourself the time to talk yourself out of the answer. “Yeah, that’s alright.”

His lips pressed to yours quickly, not even a beat of rest after your consent was given. They were softer than you’d imagined. You were finally admitting to yourself that you had imagined this. He moved his lips against yours gently, like he was worried any sudden movements would make you fade away from his touch. He pulled away after only a few seconds and it felt like it was too soon.

His eyes were already trained on your lips when you opened them and took him in. “Can I kiss you again now?”

“Yeah.” You breathed the word out. “Yeah please do.” You wound your arms around his neck this time, pulling him down to you and meeting his lips again.

He held you there longer this time and you gave no complaints. Following his lead as he kissed you again, keeping his touches light, testing the waters. You felt like you were breathing him in. Unsure if the warmth in your body came from his kiss or the alcohol that could be tasted on both your lips.

“God this is so ridiculous.” He pulled away just enough for his whisper to be heard against your lips.

“What is?” You whispered back, not opening your eyes as you blindly chased his lips again.

“Honestly?”

“As honest as possible.”

He chuckled and pulled away further, enough to look down at your face. Your eyes fluttered open, dazedly looking up at him as his fingers brushed against his cheek. “I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.” His voice was soft as he said it, dripping with sweetness as if he’d not just confessed that his thoughts of you were less than pure.

“Oh.” Your voice was a squeak, a small whimper as your face heated up. Your head was suddenly spinning with the thought of Koushi tangled up with you in the sheets of your bed just down the hall.

He sighed and smiled at you, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. “But I also really wanna take this slow with you.” He settled down next to you, pressing his body between yours and the couch. You twisted in his arms to face him properly.

“Slow.” You repeated softly. Yeah, you wouldn’t mind that. Not one bit. “Slow works for me.” You mumbled back, already feeling the sleep tugging on your body as you tucked your head against his neck.

a/n.. this has another part coming <3

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taotaoirl · 5 months

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sugawara x gn!reader headcanons

hi! i just rewatched haikyuu and i am currently reliving my 2020 haikyuu phase- enjoy >< note 18/12/23: i think i wrote this back in september(?) and it has been in my drafts since forever, this is unfinished but i dont feel like finishing it anytime soon so have some food yall

tags: fluff, sugawara is still in hs, gender neutral reader

he is so wife to the point where if we had a hypothetical wedding, i'd be wearing the suit and he would be wearing the wedding dress

his love language is quality time and acts of service

if possible, he would spend every waking moment with you!!! even if you were just scrolling on your phones next to each other - as long as he is beside you, he is already satisfied :")

he likes taking you on dates (or vice versa) - he is fine with whatever you propose as long as you too are in close proximity of each other!

he particularly enjoys picnic dates !!!! he likes to watch the sunrise or the sunset with you but instead of the sun, he'd be staring at your face tbh

he also really likes coming over to your house or vice versa because he likes the flexibility of being able to do anything at any moment

whenever you come over, he will definetely cook something for you- i think he makes really good strawberry waffles

i'd like to think that he likes ruffling people's hair ( 〃▽〃) or patting people's head in general- he would definetely greet you with a headpat

if you are in different classes, he will definetely try to find excuses to come and find you during school hours. he'd offer to help the teacher give worksheets and stuff to your class just to smile and wave at you (but tbh he'd do it anyway because he's a good student)

oh and, be ready to receive princess/prince treatment when you are with him bc he is a gentleman!!!!! get ready to fight for the bill after dinner

#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #sugawara koushi #sugawara x reader #sugawara kōshi #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu headcanon #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader

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arbiterofsecrets · 5 days

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we finished our banquet around 2 days ago <3

this is a lil drabble of what i think the characters after the text did with you/your oc during prom (inspired heavily by me and my gf's moments during the banquet)

warning(s): tooth rotting fluff, words, a lot of 'em, reader x character, oc x character, not edited, i did this at 1AM, CHARACTERS ARE BELOW THE LAST DIVIDER

panic sets in at the thought of your partner not being able to make it in time for the entrance. that's when they walk in the lobby with the biggest dorkiest smile, their steps light and swift. their goal was to get to you first, to ease the panic that they knew has wafted throughout your body, through your hand that has been relentlessly checking your phone that's expecting a message from them, and through your anxious tapping foot.

you scold them lightly for arriving at such a time, and they could only chuckle and smile while apologizing. it took no effort to forgive them, of course. not when they looked splendid. their clothing perfectly tailored onto them. it didn't matter if they rented, had it adjusted, or made it themselves. they looked wonderful, they stole the lingering stares, just like they stole yours. they held your hand, theirs warm and comforting your cold, numb one.

here comes the cotillion. you two dance with practiced steps along with your other partnered friends and batchmates. funny how you gaze at each other with knowing smiles, yet turn to face opposite directions out of the fluttering feeling lingering in both your chests. there were a few wrinkled steps that could have been executed better, but you were both having fun nonetheless.

the floor was free to dance for couples of both the juniors and seniors. your batch specifically announcing the songs, and encouraging anyone and everyone to reach the dance floor with a partner.

with newfound confidence, you stand up. your hand reached out to your partner, a soft toothy grin plastered on your face. as if expected, they grab your hand with firm assurance and haste.

your acquainted batchmates and familiar friends of your relationship woo's and wow's were heard and echoed throughout the banquet hall. the teachers only smirk at the nearby table with a, "i knew it" face.

your arm wrapped around them, their's around yours. you both hug each other's body. the coldness of the air conditioning slowly fading with the ribboning warmth circling around your bodies. each step made was simple as you turn and swirl. the monitor in the middle of the hall taking a favorite in you two as whoever is handling the camera keeps switching to you both every other second.

the music seeps into both your ears, the familiar native language turns into honey as you hear the words that you start to quietly sing to the sweetheart view in front of you. the lyrics of the want and need to dance with your partner slowly, and even until the music stops, you would sing acapella into their ear.

at the time of rest, you hold each other's hands. laughing and smiling—the glimmer in the eyes of you two viewed by outsiders are like strips of the milky way painting itself in. as the others look at you both, you only see each other.

with each love song that plays, another dance is ignited between you two. as a promise was kept the first night you two had confessed, "every love song is a confession from me to you."

character(s): shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, eijirou kirishima, yaoyorozu momo, hanta sero, hitoshi shinsou—bnha; yuuji itadori, yuuta okkotsu—jjk; sal fisher—sally face; miles morales, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar—atsv; koshi sugawara, atsumu miya—hq

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kitashousewife · 1 year

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lesson planning

an: back on my winter event business! its been a little snowy and with the start of the new year, i thought this would be perfect!

pairings: timeskip!sugawara x fem!reader

warnings: none really, lots of fluff, mentions of school and teaching and kids, lots of pet names

the pen resting between sugawara's fingertips seems to get heavier by the second. it's been over an hour, and he hasn't written a single thing. it's one week after the break, and he feels busier than ever.

a frustrated sigh leaves his lips before his eyes look out the window of his home office. the snowflakes dance before him, slowly falling down onto the roof of his home. all weekend, he's been trying to come up with a lesson plan for his elementary students, ultimately with little to no progress. now it's sunday afternoon, and he's stuck.

sugawara groans, head thrown back while he spins slightly in his chair, starting to feel a little hopeless.

"koushi? are you okay?"

his eyes snap open and he's met with you leaning against the doorframe, very worried at his stressed state. you're in one of his old sweatshirts with a sleepy look on your face, and he pouts.

"well, yes," he starts, standing up to shuffle to you. he grabs your hands to kiss them both, before kissing your forehead. "did i wake you up? i'm so sorry,"

"no kou, it's okay," you smile, following him back to his desk chair. "what's wrong?"

he laughed with a shake of his head. "i'm out of ideas. i'm trying to plan these stupid lessons for the week, but i have no idea what to do." he gestures toward his book, each day of the week quite empty.

you hum. "can you just go along with the curriculum?"

he smirks. "of course i could," he laughs before raising an eyebrow. "but they're kids, babe. i don't want to be some boring teacher that they forget and can't stand."

you laugh. you've been dating him for almost three years now, and ever since you've been with him, he has put his all into his students. from his fun socks to interactive lessons, to individual birthday gifts for his students on their special days. he would do anything for them, so of course he can't just follow the curriculum.

it wouldn't be sugawara if it wasn't something extravagant.

you look outside at the light snow, smiling to yourself at the beauty of it all. his small neighborhood has a powdery dusting, making everything a little brighter, and the houses look a little dreamier. the snow gives everything a story-book-type feeling.

"how can i help?" you sit on his desk, feet kicking back and forth.

"oh, you don't have to sweets. you can just sit and look pretty, my pretty girl." he looks up to you for a kiss, which you grant immediately.

"i don't mind! what's on the plan for monday?"

he smiles, looking at the schedule next to his planner. "monday we are starting our topic of seasons and weather, which we will be on for," he pauses, flipping through the pages. "a month or so."

you point out the window. "this will be perfect! it's sunday, and there is no way that all of this is going to melt by tomorrow right?"

his brows furrow, which shows how much he is thinking about this. he waits for a moment before turning to you with a smile.

"grab your shoes, babe. we're going outside!"

after grabbing some coats and a pair of extra gloves that sugawara had in his closet, the two of you go outside. you are immediately struck by how quiet it is. the snow falling causes everything to be muffled, the world around you calm and relaxed. you sigh before taking a few steps into the snow.

"so im thinking," sugawara steps into the now covered grass in front of his home. "i start by telling the students about what season we're in currently. how it's winter time, the cold temperatures, all that good stuff."

you nod along, watching as he picks up a clump in his hands.

"but that's too boring."

of course it is.

"well mr. sugawara, what did you have in mind?"

he beams at that. his heart skips a beat, and he gets distracted for a moment. the way you look right now, eyelashes decorated lightly with snowflakes, your soft lips pulled into a slight smile, and your hair getting its own dusting the longer the two of you stand. you look incredible, so beautiful, almost angelic with the snow.

"i think we could make things a little more interesting! instead of just telling them about the weather, how about i help them experience it instead!" he gives you a wink before laying himself down on the grass, moving his arms and legs to make a snow angel. "i thought, we could do some snow things together, i'll take some pictures for a reference, and then i will take the students out to do some of the things! what do you think?"

his head tilts in the snow, grey tresses tangling in the white underneath them, his eyes squint up at you while he tries to avoid any snowflakes in his eyes. you plop down next to him, making an angel of your own before turning towards him.

"i think that's a perfect idea."

until it got dark outside, the two of you did it all. snapping a photo of your angels, building a snowman together before posing with it, and snapping a few photos along the way. the two of you attempted an igloo, which was not the most structurally sound thing but it looked great in a photo. the last thing the two of you did was write your initials in the snow, inside of a small heart, before taking a photo in front of it. everything was perfect, a wonderful mix of informative and personal, something his students would absolutely love.

dimness started to take over the neighborhood, streetlights flicking on one by one.

"okay, okay. one last photo and we can be done, i promise!" sugawara says through giggles as you shake your head.

"anything for you, kou. what do you want for this one?"

he pulls you towards your snowman before holding his phone up for a photo. you turn your head to smile, but he stops you. gloved fingertips reach up to your chin, turning you toward him to face him once more.

"hi," he smiles, looking at your lips.

"hi kou," you smile back. he tips your chin up a little, lips only a breath away.

"c'mere," he puts his lips on yours, the faint click of his phone camera in the background. when you pull away, he places a kiss on your forehead as well.

"thanks for helping me with my plans, love. i owe ya,"

he pulls you inside, shutting the door behind the two of you before taking your coat. you toe off your boots before heading towards the kitchen.

"you don't owe me anything, koushi. i'm happy to help." you hoist yourself on the counter before your rosy-cheeked boyfriend joins you. "actually i can think of something."

"oh yeah?"

you place a kiss on his freckle that sits right below his eye.

"some dinner would be perfect."

he laughs, patting your thigh before heading towards the fridge. "you got it baby."

sugawara spends the night feeling bittersweet. the new week means a new opportunity, but it also means less time seeing you. he can't help the thought that lingers in his mind, telling him to just have you move in. endless sleepovers, endless weekend feelings, and he could finally come home to someone he loves.

as he sits at his desk, opening the bento that you so lovingly made for him this morning before you left for work, and scrolls on his phone. catching up on missed texts and notifications, checking his email, and finally texting you to check-in.

he laughs to himself, knowing you are going to ask how his lesson went. he knows everything he's going to say, all the details of how his students were beaming the entire lesson, the giggles they had while they made a class snowman, and of course, they love any chance they can see you. sugawara shares about you often, showing them photos of your weekend outings, as well as keeping a photo on his desk that he rotates each month.

his favorite part though was when he finished his lesson, showing the students the last photo you sent. squeals from the students, a mix of ews and awws, scrunched faces and smiles around his students. the best part was when a student in the front row raised her hand, and with a small voice asked him a question.

"when are you getting married, sugawara sensei?"

#sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara fluff #heidswinterevent #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #sugawara koshi #sugawara imagine #sugawara scenario #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #sugawara x you #sugawara koshi x you #sugawara koushi x you

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dragonslayer-5fanfiction · 1 year

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Haikyuu Fic Rec. List

I love all of these! But the ones with one star are my more favorites, and the ones with two stars, I will die for.

You get in an argument -He says he can date anyone after you argue @luvbub

Akiteru x Reader -Akiteru Retainer Kinda NSFW, but also crack 🌟@heich0e

Awkward Sex moments -Awkward bf’s and what happens. @nicka-nell NSFW

More awkward sex moments NSFW @bbytetsu

Defending you from jealous girls. Series. 🌟 @volleychumps

Kageyama x Reader -Kageyama defending you after Atsumu cheats @millenialfanfictionaddiction

Sugawara x Reader -Little Ones Sugawara dating Children’s teacher. Series. 🌟 🌟 @sugawalmartwobble

Makki x Reader x Kyioko -Reader starts dating Kiyoko and Makki cute NSFW 🌟 @multifandhoem

Oni Ushijima Reader is offered up as sacrifice to Oni Uhisjima while her mom is terribly ill. NSFW. 🌟 @lovelorn-thots

Team Mom -Reader is mom of one of the players from the teams and dates the assistant coach. Series. Some of them are NSFW. @millenialfanfictionaddiction

Soldier Sakusa He returns from war, and stays with reader and her mom. Slow burn, slight angst. NSFW. 🌟 🌟 @inherdaze

Tendou x Reader -You manage Seijoh, and have a thing for Tendou. NSFW @nonstop-haikyuu

Tendou x Reader -You enjoy horror movies. Tendou enjoys horror movies. So you have a horror movie marathon. NSFW. 🌟 🌟 This is like my top comfort fic!!! @satendou

Daichi x Reader -Diachi’s thick thighs help your aching legs during a sleepover. What will happen next? Series. @lostinthewiind

Multiple boys x Reader -You run into your toxic ex while with your new boyfriend. Series. @tetsvhoe

Tsuki x Reader -What happens when Tsukishima gets comfortable in your relationship. @kentolove

Multiple Boys x Reader-The boys explain to a curious mind how morning wood works. Series. 🌟 @peachycoreroo

Multiple Boys x Reader-You used to have a crush on them, and they find out later. Series. @nishiannoya

Kita x Reader-Reader is going through a tough time mentally, and goes to stay with Kita. NSFW. 🌟 🌟 This one made me late for work, but it is so so good! @shibaraki

Multiple Boys x Reader -CUTE moments with your pregnant belly. Multiple characters. @miyazas

Multiple boys x reader- really cute. You are Karasuno's manager at a training camp, and each chapter is a different boy liking you. Ao3

Haikyuu Au -over 100 chapters of different AU's. This is the A03 link, in the first chapter they have a link to their tumblr and wattpad.

Suna x Reader - Suna planning for your wedding. @izurou

Matsukawa x Reader- More Matsukawa centered. He gets spooked at work. It's a horror piece. It's really good had my heart beating fast, and I like horror. 🌟 🌟 @iwaizoomiess

Suna x Reader -Suna is gone for an away game. Maybe there's a surprise coming? @emmyrosee

Kita x Reader -Kita is so cute. I don't really have a description, he's just cute. @shoulmate

Sakusa x Reader -The beginning of this caught me off guard, but it's just a cute moment in your relationship. @emmyrosee

Sugawara x reader - this is a haikyuu x the office au. It's fantastic, and suga is jim. It's beautifully written, and cringe when needed, and its a whole meal, and more is coming. 🌟🌟 @310802

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fic recs #haikyu x reader #haikyu fluff #sharkie fic recs #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu imagines

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rose-tinted-kalopsia · 3 months

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#. REQUEST GUIDELINES. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ I a list of guidelines on how to request from me !!

REQUESTS: CLOSED

ASKS: OPEN

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mdni. it goes without saying, but if you are under 18 or are an ageless blog, please do not request/send asks to me! i will delete requests from ageless blogs.

make sure requests are open before you send any in! if they are closed and you send a request, it will be automatically deleted!

please be patient with requests. i am a post-graduate student with a part-time job, and other side projects lined up. this is just a fun little thing for me to write some nsfw when i feel inspired, so i may get to requests pretty slowly.

requests are encouraged, but not promised! while i'll try my best to get to every request, i only write requests i feel like writing. if it's not up my alley, they will probably go unanswered, but please don't take it to heart!

please be specific when you do request, so i know what you want me to write! mention tropes, characters you want, and as many details as you like. don't hold back!

do NOT poke me on request/WIP status. again, some may go entirely unanswered if i don't feel like writing them; or generally, i may get to requests slowly. please understand that i will NOT entertain these messages. this is all free content, and i write because i want to! please have a little respect 🤍

please refer to this post for a general content guideline, and make sure you are comfortable with it, before you request!

tl;dr - i only write smut (nsfw) x-afab!reader fics, so please request within this guideline!!

please only request fandoms and/or characters specified here. if you request for ones that are not listed, your request will be deleted!

if the trope you want is not stated anywhere in this post, do feel free to ask nonetheless! there's a chance i might still give it a try, so shoot your shot! 💕

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nsfw tropes i will definitely write:

body worship

praise kink

soft dom/sub dynamics

somnophilia

edging/orgasm denial

unprotected sex

cum play/cum eating

creampie/breeding kink

cockwarming

food kink/food play

frottage/dry humping

sensory play

size kink

corruption kink

temperature play

pseudo-cest

exhibitionism

voyeurism

nsfw tropes i will NOT write:

pedophilia

age play

ddlg/ddlb/daddy/mommy kinks

rape/non-con

piss/scat

vomit

breath play

spanking

hard dom/sub dynamics

hard bondage

dacryphilia

A/B/O dynamics

secondary tropes i will definitely write:

fluff

hurt/comfort

hurt/no comfort

angst

sickfic

pining/yearning (one-sided, mutual)

sky/star/universe themes

ocean/water themes

fire themes

unrequited love

songfics

AUs: hanahaki, royal, coffeeshop, florist, academic, modern, magic, highschool, college

Dynamics: master/servant, royal/servant, doctor/patient, teacher/student, best friends to lovers, academic rivals to lovers, black cat/golden retriever, fell first/fell harder, star-crossed lovers, sun/moon

secondary tropes i will NOT write:

horror

gore

arranged/forced marrige or relationship

fandoms and characters i will write:

love & deepspace : xavier, rafayel, zayne, caleb, jeremiah

haikyuu : hinata, kenma, sugawara, shirabu, nishinoya, yaku, alisa, kiyoko, akaashi, kuroo, oikawa, kunimi

blue lock : chigiri, nagi, isagi

stray kids : felix, seungmin, hyunjin, han, lee know

tower of god : khun a.a., khun hachuling, baam, viole, hwaryun, endorsi, hatz, lauroe, hockney, yasratcha, garnak

bungou stray dogs : chuuya, dazai, atsushi, ranpo, nikolai

final fantasy 16 : joshua rosfield, clive rosfield, gav

lookism : johan seong

© rose-tinted-kalopsia. all rights reserved. do not: steal, copy, repost, reupload, modify, or claim any of my works as your own, regardless of credit given. absolutely do not use my works for AI training and other related purposes.

#navigation #requests #request info #divider by mikeykuns #Spotify #love and deepspace smut #love & deepspace smut #haikyuu smut #tower of god smut #ff16 smut #stray kids smut #blue lock smut #bungou stray dogs smut

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alienaiver · 11 months

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Birthday keychains

Sugawara Koushi x gn!reader

made for @cup-of-fluff ‘s birthday!

warnings: there’s mentions of a birthday being held alone but otherwise super fluff for my fluff-queen! wordcount: 1.7k content: fluff, post-timeskip, sfw, birthday present to a friend!, gender neutral reader, canon compliant, reader is also a teacher but the subjects are undefined, confessions, unbeta’d, no use of y/n, comfort, sugawara thinks hes smooth in theory but suddenly halts when he needs to put it into practice,

notes: i am LATE! LATE LATE LATE like the rabbit in alice! it was my precious friend, luna’s birthday around 10 days ago but sadly my brain wasn’t working those days, so i hope youll still accept this even if im late!!!! ilsym, i hope you still had a good day even if the plans weren’t big <3 i was thinking of you the entire day!!!

Sugawara stretches his arms over his head and yawns, grateful that he was able to end his class a little early. Mondays can be rough for anyone and he can definitely feel the jitters from his students rub off on him during the last stretch of the afternoon, too. So when the opportunity rose, he took it.

He likes to treat them sometimes, too.

So now he’s on his way back to the teacher’s lounge to grab a cup of coffee and work through the final part of this year’s curriculum – there’s some gaps he has to fill in from another teacher retiring, making him impromptu take over some classes. Usually, he’s more prepared than this.

He nears class 2-A that he knows you’re currently teaching and as he passes, he hears ruckus and scattered cheering before the sliding door flings open.

On her way out, a student named Sakura looks back into the classroom and yells out, “oh, and Happy Birthday again!” before she runs out into the hallway, followed by her classmates.

Birthday? Who?

“Thank you, Sakura!” he hears your voice yell out from the room and he can’t stop himself from popping his head into the doorframe to make sure he heard right. You’re by the teacher’s desk, gathering up papers, small talking with the students still fizzling it out in waves.

“My, my, is it my favorite teacher’s birthday?” Sugawara leans against the frame and try to send you what he hopes is a charming smile and the way you perk up gives him hope.

You laugh at him sheepishly as you put the stack of papers against your chest, seemingly trying to gather yourself, your cheeks burning. You don’t look him in the eyes as you near him. He thinks you’re adorable.

“…Yeah,” you admit, passing him into the hallway but you stop to signal that you want him to follow you. His lips feel wobbly as he happily pushes himself off of the doorframe to follow you down the hall.

There are many things that he loves about being a teacher but he has to admit that one of his favorite parts is the interactions he gets to have with you. Your smile brightens any day, no matter how grey and the habit that the two of you have worked out with the morning coffee in the teacher’s lounge is the best part of his day.

“So… Why was I not aware that today’s your birthday?” he asks as he matches your pace, keeping an eye to dodge the unruly students running around the hallways. He’s supposed to scold them for running, the back of his mind reminds him, but he’s too focused on you. It’s an interesting thing, to keep a birthday hidden. Says a lot about a person.

You seem to straighten your back, “oh!”

You then sigh and relax again, “I’m not sure. Just didn’t think it was that important to mention.”

Sugawara inwardly winces – he’s afraid he hasn’t been clear enough about his intentions of getting closer to you. Whether or not you’d ever return his feelings romantically (he might be going too far with his wistful thinking he reprimands himself), he’s still very much interested in a friendship. Maybe he hasn’t been clear enough?

“What!” he exclaims, surprise so evident on his face that you stop in your tracks, your eyes locked to his expression. He then says your name with fervor and subconsciously reaches out for your hands but stops himself in the last second.

“I would’ve gotten you a present!” he confesses, pouting before he turns his back and starts walking. He hopes you follow. It’s been a while since he’s used flirting tactics that he used to teach Sawamura. He feels silly and he wipes the palms of his hands on his pantleg, hoping you don’t take notice.

“No, you really shouldn’t!” your voice sounds strained as you follow him. He slides open the door to the teacher’s lounge and signals for you to enter first. When you’re in, he hurries ahead of you to grab you a cup of coffee, bowing slightly as he hands it to you. You chuckle at his antics, shaking your head in affectionate confusion, “what is this, Sugawara?”

He smiles warmly at you, “you deserve royal treatment on a day as today!”

You sit down by your desks next to each other and Sugawara sorts through a bunch of papers to look important. He clears his throat and tries to sound as nonchalant as possible, “so, are there any exciting birthday plans today?”

You hum out a reply that he can’t discern, not looking up from your papers either. He leans his head on his palm and looks towards you, “I bet you’ll be treated to tons of fun, right?”

You stop what you’re doing and sigh, collecting yourself before you confess, “actually… nothing special’s going to happen this year. I’ll probably treat myself to my favorite dish at the Family Mart and watch my favorite show at home, feet on the coffee table.”

You wince at the way Sugawara’s hand falls to his desk in surprise. You knew he’d react like this, he’s a good guy. But bringing up your birthday felt intimate and you weren’t sure how close you were. Maybe he’d think you were attention seeking or fishing for presents if you mentioned it – what if he only saw you as a work acquaintance?

He inhales sharply before he turns his head back down to his desk again, continuing his mock-work. “What’s your favorite at Family Mart then?”

You pause at the question. That was unexpected. You tell him with an unsure voice, ending it in a question mark. He hums and smiles at you, “I’ve never tried that one. Can I join?”

“Eh?”

It’s all you get out before he laughs warmly at you, the bright smile blinding you as he once again leans on his palm (which really is a charming position for him), “it sounds like the perfect start of the week!”

You nod, processing what he just asked. Before you can come up with a yes or no, you mentally walk through the state of your apartment. Is it messy? Have you left anything out in the open?

You’re safe, you conclude. So you nod again, “I mean… if you don’t have anything else to do?”

He laughs again, “nothing as important as this!”

You reach the Family Mart with your palms sweating, the distance between your hands so close that your heart is currently stuck in your throat. He’s so close. It’s close enough so that if you just swung your hand slightly, you’d touch him.

And then you could hold onto it.

You shake your head at the thought to collect yourself. After picking up the drinks you want and the meals, you go to the counter.

“Would you like me to heat it up?” the cashier asks and you politely decline, looking for your wallet.

“Would you like a bag?”

You nod and she starts collecting your items in the bag for you. You announce you want to pay with card but Sugawara puts a final item on the counter and announces, “I’m paying with cash for it all.”

It’s a keychain. It’s not fancy or big. It’s a little black crow in chibi-style. You’re frozen in confusion staring at the small item, following it as the cashier puts it in the bag as well.

You’re not back in your own body before Sugawara gently pushes you by your back to signal you to move, and he guides you out the store, bag in hand.

When you get out you stop in your tracks, “ah! Did you get the receipt? I’ll pay half!”

Sugawara shakes his head with a smile as he goes through the content of the bag, exclaiming a small sound of victory when he finds what he needs. He pulls out the keychain and hands it to you, his cheeks burning red.

“I swear I would’ve gotten you something way better if I’d been prepared. I’ll even make it up to you with a delayed present at another time! but I thought you might… like this… one as a small substitute.”

He laughs awkwardly when you neither reply nor move. Did he mess up? “You don’t have to… accept it, if you don’t like it…”

That makes your brain restart as you inhale, “please! Don’t think I don’t like it! I’m just…” you struggle to search for words but decide to just hold out your palms, “I really, really love it… and that’s two really’s!” he seems to visibly relax as he puts the small item in your palm, flinching at the contact with your hand – he wants to grab onto it so badly, “I think I’m just… overwhelmed, I must admit.”

Sugawara sighs deeply, “phew, I’m so glad I didn’t weird you out!” he admits and you hurry to shake your head, “no! No… you could never! I just wasn’t sure of… how the closeness of our relationship.”

Sugawara’s mouth opens and closes soundlessly. He’s not sure if he should tell you now – it feels like the perfect time but what if he’s reading it wrong? He straightens his back and steels his resolve.

Without thinking, he bows. He grimaces as he looks at the ground – that move wasn’t part of his confession plans he’s made up in his head the past few months.

“I actually really, really like you! With two really’s!”

He’s afraid to straighten his back and look you in the eye. There are so many emotions going through him right now, fear being the most prevalent one.

You clench the keychain in your hands, the meaning of it soaring through the sky even higher than when he first gave it to you. You smile as you say his name with a wobbly tilt to your tone, “I like you, too.”

Sugawara wants to pump his arms into the air in victory but he settles on just looking up at you with stars shining in his eyes, “really!? That’s amazing!” he leans forward to hug you and you yelp out in surprise. You don’t hold back from taking in his scent though – it fits the one you’ve been imagining for so long.

“Happy birthday, again.” He whispers into your head and you laugh into his chest, “this might be the best one yet.”

#FIRST OFF I HOPE ITS ACTUALLY JUNE 5TH BCOS THATS WHAT I REMEMBER? AND MY TUMBLR ALSO CONFIRMS BUT THEN I GOT PARANOID. WHAT IF!!!! ITS A TI #MEZONE THING SO U POSTED UR BIRTHDAY POST ON JUNE 5TH FOR /ME/ IN MY TIMEZONE BUT IT WAS /ACTUALLY/ THE SIXTH? IM SO AFRAID LMFAO ILYSM LUNA #i hope you forgive if the date is off :( I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS! MWUAH #MWUAH #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara koushi fluff #haikyuu fluff #ANYWAYS i hope this brings a smile to ur face luna !!! he'd definitely give u a KICKASS gift two days after bcos he RAN to buy it the day af #ter and then gave it FIRST THING in the morning afterwards!!!!!! its exaCTLY hwat u wanted and needed and ur baffled at how he knew #god imagine........... such a handsome man confessing on r bday!!!!!!!#nohr.writing #nohr.hq

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