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kiatoru · 6 months

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"tobio!"

you singsong happily, humming gently as you walk into your house. your eyebrows furrow slightly as silence meets your call.

"tobio?"

you ask again, peering around the living room in search of your fiance who should be home by now. you startle as you hear a loud banging and a crash, followed by a frustrated groan come from the kitchen and you rush down the hall.

the second you step in the room, your eyes begin to water as smoke hits you. you run to the windows and fling them open, coughing slightly. you turn around to see tobio sitting on the floor, a pout etched into his pretty face.

"mind explaining what happened here, baby?" you question gently. he sighs and raises his head to meet you, blue eyes shining.

"wanted to make you dinner," he mumbles. you glance around the kitchen at his attempt at "dinner" and wince.

"well... thats much appreciated my love, however... you are currently banned from ever trying to cook without my direct supervision again, okay?"

he sighs and nods, standing up a bit awkqardly and draping his huge form over you, tucking his face into your neck.

"sorry for ruining dinner..."

"its okay," you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, "it was kind of you to try... despite not knowing how to cook."

a muffled groan escapes his lips and you giggle softly.

"now, why dont you start cleaning up while i order us some takeout, sound good?"

he looks around the messy kitchen before giving you a resigned nod and a peck on the lips.

"sounds good."

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softxsuki · 3 months

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hi! i would like to request a letter for your Valentines Day Letter Event? if it’s possible, i’d like a third year kageyama with fem!Reader please. i would like if he called me 'honey' in the letter! we’ve been friends through highschool years (maybe we were seat mates, and progressively got closer) and we’re about to graduate so he finally confesses his love for me. for tone and genre it’d be great an adoration and pure fluff, where he feels stupid for not realizing his feelings earlier and talks about his fascination over reader. location: we still are seat mates, so he leaves it in my desk before leaving for training, along with some candy. xtra info: we’re both 17/18, i’m constantly described as sunny and clever, so i kind of help him a lot academically, and like to go see him play. thank you in advance, i hope you have great valentines

Kageyama's Confession Letter to His Friend

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

Warnings: a kiss

Note: Hey, thanks! Happy Valentine's Day, hope you enjoy your letter from Kageyama!

You wave goodbye to Kageyama as he heads to volleyball practice like usual, though he looks nervous and runs out before giving you a second glance like he usually did at the end of the day.

Though, you shrug and go to your desk to get your things and that’s when you see the envelope and a small box of chocolates in a heart box on your desk. Did you have a secret admirer? It was Valentine's Day after all, but you weren’t expecting to actually receive anything from anyone. You carefully open the envelope and read it’s contents;

Y/N,

Uh Happy Valentine’s Day.

We’re already seniors and soon we’ll be going our separate ways to university and following our dreams. But before that, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say to you. I was stupid for letting it go this far without saying anything, but I can’t pretend like all I feel for you is friendship.

I hate this feeling in my chest whenever other guys come up to you. What if they jump in before I decide to finally grow a pair and tell you first?

Y/N…I like you, I have liked you for a while now despite how hard I tried to push those feelings away. I thought maybe volleyball was the only thing I’d be able to hold in my heart, but you’ve managed to squeeze yourself in and I can’t seem to get you out of my head.

I know it’s stupid and you don’t have to return my feelings. But I’d be an idiot to just let you go without saying what I truly feel.

You’ve managed to deal with an idiot like me this long, helping me in the classes I struggle with so I don’t get banned from playing Volleyball. You’re the reason I’ve been able to pass all my classes and stay in Karasuno.

I know it seems sudden, I tried my best to act normally around you, but I can’t hold it in any longer. You don’t know how hard I’ve held myself back during our games when we win. My eyes automatically look for you first to see if you’re looking back, which you always are…

I hate how cheesy it is for me to say all this on Valentine’s Day, but you seemed sad last year when the other girls received chocolates and other trinkets from their admirers. Even if you don’t feel the same way, then please keep the chocolates anyway.

That’s all I wanted to say. Do with these words as you please, you know where to find me if you feel the same.

Tobio.

Your feet quickly carry you to the gym where you knew his team was currently practising for an upcoming match. You burst into the gym, out of breath, causing all eyes to turn to you as you walk up to Kageyama and drag him away from you, muttering apologies to his team but asking for a minute of his time.

Kageyama grumbles, his face going red as you walk him out of the gym for a little more privacy, away from the curious eyes of his team. He’s about to scold you for just dragging him away like that without warning, even though he really didn’t mind, he was just freaking out. Were you going to yell at him for liking you? Or maybe you were going to say he made you uncomfortable and didn’t want to be his friend anymore. He’d never been this nervous before.

Seeing the internal battle in his eyes, you ease his thoughts by leaning in and kissing him quickly on the lips.

“Of course I’ll be yours. You should have told me sooner. I thought I was the only one feeling this way,” you breathe out, almost amused.

His ears are bright red from the kiss and he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, yet his stomach is in a jumble of knots.

“Then uh, you wanna stick around so we can go out after practice?” He asks, unsure of himself.

You nod in agreement, letting him go back to practice while you watch. He’s very new at this, you’re the first person he’s ever been with. It’ll definitely take some time for him to be more comfortable and confident in your new relationship, but he’s beyond happy about being with you now. He won't mess this up.

Posted: 2/14/2024

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kissochako · 1 year

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VALENTINES DAY HCS HQ EDITION

summary: Kageyama and tsukishima Valentine’s Day dates <3

tags: gender neutral reader, 0.5k words, fluff

KEI TSUKISHIMA takes you to a romantic cafe that is surrounded by aromatic flora. When you arrive, he pulls out a seat for you and gives you a slight kiss on the forehead. At first, it was awkward and tense with small talk, but then the conversation flowed into passionate laughter, banter and intimacy. Once the food arrived, Kei offered to feed you, like what other couples do. You knew he only asked you jokingly, but you took up his offer. His cheeks blushed a faint colour of rose, as he rose up the fork to your mouth. He berates other couple for being affectionate in public, but now he knows why.

Once the reservation is over, he stands with you outside while you wait for your ride. You noticed him fumbling with his pockets and teased him for being nervous because it was the first ever valentine's you guys had celebrated together. In the midst of your words, you feel a thin dainty book shoved in your chest. You opened it wide, to see a large collection of well-written and emotional love poems dedicated to you. With a grin, you asked him to read them to you. He doesn’t want to, but your smile can push him to great limits.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA takes you to an exciting amusement park with a variety of games, rides and prizes. The two of you walk hand in hand together, searching for the next ride to go on. Usually, you overestimate your ability to handle steep or horror rides and he ends up consoling you. After many rides, you guys head to all the games. Remember, Tobio is competitive and is only willing to settle for number one. He beats all of the younger people out of prizes and always manages to get the biggest plushie just to hear your excited squeal. Your laugh could make him rob the whole park of all the plushie, just for you.

When the rides close up, and game stands run out of prizes, Tobio buys some bao buns and a drink of your choice. The two of you gaze at each other’s eyes, while reminiscing the absolute night you had and feeding each other the buns. Tobio wished this moment would last forever.

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nope-i-dont-think-i-will · 2 years

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Kisses with Haikyuu! P1:

Headcannons on how kisses are with these characters <3 (btw I'm not actually going by team order I'm just doing the ones I think of first)

Haikyuu x gn! Reader

Karasuno:

Sawamura Daichi:

Kisses with Daichi are gentle. No matter how rough he may be being, or how angry he could be he takes his time to make sure you understand he loves you with every single kiss. His chapped lips press gently to your forehead or your lips in a way that makes you understand his angry, rough nature isn't reason to be intimidated by him. He is gentle with your lips and your heart, and he shows it in every single kiss he gives you.

Koushi Sugawara:

Kisses with Suga are sudden. He presses his lips to yours before he just walks off onto court not caring about the blushing mess he has left behind. He caresses your neck in sloppy kisses, no sexual intent behind them as he enjoys a lazy day by your side: the sudden action making you jump beneath his touch. He finds a way to catch you at least slightly off guard with every one of them and his spontaneous nature gives a fun, chaotic energy that no one can match.

Asahi Azumane:

Kisses with Asahi are meaningful. His lips tell the love stories and sing you the love songs in every kiss that hes too nervous to speak aloud. He kisses you on your rough days, your best days, all with a small smile and a silent reassurance or amazement in his eyes that shows you how much you mean to him without words. He presses kisses to your knuckles as a sign for you to understand he loves you and hes glad you've grown to understand his nonverbal signs.

Ryuunosuke Tanaka:

Kisses with Tanaka are firm. They are reminders that hes here for you through good and bad and that no matter what's going on hes willing to drop it and stay by your side. He kisses with a passion only described by his love for you. He isnt good with words and never will be, so his kisses stay firm on your lips, neck and cheeks to remind you he loves you when he cant find the right words.

Yuu Nishinoya:

Kisses with Nishinoya are constant. He finds the time all the time to plant a few kisses before he has to part from you. Anywhere you go he steals a kiss before you head off that way. When you sit together somewhere he finds time to place a few to your neck or knuckles with zero worries for who's around or why they would care. His constant kisses are a constant reminder of how amazing he finds you and how much he adores you.

Chikara Ennoshita:

Kisses with Ennoshita are stolen. He gently turns your head his way and steals a small kiss while the team is looking away before a game, or presses a loving kiss to your shoulder while you lay together for a moment before you have to go somewhere. His hands will be intertwined with yours before he suddenly raises yours just enough to kiss your knuckles. Gentle, sudden and sweet his stolen kisses linger.

Hisashi Kinoshita:

Kisses with Kinoshita are light. He kisses as if hes worried his lips will hurt you and in some way he is. Hes worried you wont understand how much he loves you if he acts needy or too clingy, so he gives light kisses that linger for only a second or two before he pulls away with a smile. Even after his insecurities fade to the wayside his kisses are still lighter than feather, and instead are more frequent as he finds he just prefers the feeling.

Kazuhito Narita:

Kisses with Narita are domestic. He finds his time to kiss you when he leaves your side, a simple kiss on the cheek as he gives you a small smile and an "I love you" before you part ways. When you stay with him he kisses you good morning and good night and makes sure his kisses count as he snakes his arms around your waist as the two of you cuddle. Hes got an air of a soon to come domestic life that includes you.

Kageyama Tobio:

Kisses with Kageyama are intense. His lips lock perfectly onto yours as it seems he steals the breath from your lungs. You pull away and a small bit of saliva connects the two of you as you both pant a little. He acts as if this isnt something to leave you both breathless and will walk out onto court afterwards as if no one saw. His eyes sparkle with love and passion before and after the kisses, and it has a way of making your heart twirl.

Shoyo Hinata:

Kisses with Hinata are quick. They are loving and full of passion but what stands out the most is how quick they are. It's a peck to the lips before he runs off to a game, or a kiss to the shoulder before he hugs you from behind. It's small, quick kisses that mean the world in both of your eyes and you would have it no other way with him.

Tadashi Yamaguchi:

Kisses with Yamaguchi are loving. His lips linger on yours for a second and his little "I love you" that follows every kiss just makes the point even more obvious. He mutters out the phrase with every small, chaste kiss he gives you and for some its clingy but for you it melts your heart. The soothing way his hand runs circles on your waistline as he pulls you in a little closer in some of the tender moments you have shared makes your heart thump a little more as his words burn into the back of your mind. "I love you"

Kei Tsukishima:

Kisses with Tsukishima are lazy. His hands lazily run your hip lines as he either leans down slightly to your level or his head twists to interlock your lips with a lazy movement. His kisses are so much more layed back then you would have originally thought when you got together: but as soon as you two became comfortable with your kisses they became a leisurely thing you didnt think much about as anything other than a casual showing of your love for eachother. His lips and yours dance without too much thought and he couldn't ask for more.

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poursomesunaonme · 9 months

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tobio kageyama’s middle name is flounder i think….

if you don’t mind, please consider tobio + flounder, you can choose n/sfw — pls gift your wondrous magic on us beanie 🧎

TY FOR UR SUGGESTION BB

cw: weekend adventure w kags!

“and i don't mind to devolve a bit / learn to love the simple shit / forget we sprouted legs and walked the sand”

“i think this is the best thing i’ve ever eaten.” you grin, your mouth full of the candy bar tobio had packed in your lunches. a few bits of it sticks to the corners of your mouth as you gobble it down like your last meal.

“you’ve said that about everything you’ve eaten so far.” he smiles softly, taking a napkin and wiping away the crumbs still stuck to your lips.

“well, it’s true. everything tastes better after you’ve gotten to do a bit of work for it."

you and tobio survey the path you took up the mountain as you finish the last few bites of food. you’d spent all morning hiking up to a spot that someone had recommended to the two of you. it was a bit off the beaten path to the campsite you wanted to get to, but you had the whole weekend to explore, and it was a worth excursion.

the lake sat situated in the mountains, completed unpolluted by the business of the city miles and miles away. it was freezing cold at such a high altitude, but that was useful in a bit of a cooldown when you were both so sweaty and overworked.

“that everything?” he studies your empty wrappers and snack bags with a trained eye. you nod, placing your trash in your bag. “ready to keep going?”

you survey the area. the lake was a deep blue, reflecting the darkest parts of the sky. the wind rushed across it, making choppy waves diluted by the sunlight glaring off of the few peaks.

“wanna stay here just a bit longer.”

“that’s okay.”

it isn’t very often that the two of you get to go out like this. when he has time off practice, you usually stay home and let him rest. however, he insisted on this. it was something that he had wanted to do for a long time.

“say, you wouldn’t mind setting up the tent right here, would you?”

he thinks for a moment, then shakes his head. “nah. let’s do it.”

the sun dips below the mountain peaks when you finally finish getting everything ready. he makes sure to stir the fire when you sit down next to him on the log he dragged to the campsite.

“i just wanna live out here,” you murmur, leaning against his shoulder. “just like… fuckin’ cavemen or something.”

“you know there are actually people who live out here, right?” he smirks, but you feel the pressure of his head when he returns the affection.

“yeah, yeah. just… it’s so simple, you know?”

“yeah. i know.”

“maybe one day.” a draft of wind brings the smoke from the fire directly into your face. you sputter, turning your head to bury your eyes and nose into tobio’s arm to avoid the sharp sting in your eyes and throat.

“maybe one day.”

you’re silent for a few minutes, relishing in the songs of the birds and the crackling of the fire. when you stand to go inside the tent, tobio extinguishes the fire before following you and zipping the flap up behind you.

“it would be fun… to live out here peacefully,” he comments when he settles into the sleeping bag beside you.

“yeah?”

“yeah.” he presses a swift kiss to your temple before whispering ‘good night’ and wrapping you up in his arms. together, you drift off peacefully to the sounds of the earth around you.

submissions for the promised event are now closed but you can still click here to go to the nav page

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lexiene · 1 year

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[ ✧ ° : thoughts # 4 : ° ✧ ]

Pocky day! (I missed goodness)

Imagine playing pocky with Tobio and he goes mushy flustered but he knew to himself not to lose to a such a dumb game eating a long biscuit with chocolate dipped. He did not knew

The end he lose because his face went all red and about to explode but gets rewarded by a kiss on a cheek instead tehee~

It's so late im crying

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dancingbabya-notes · 2 years

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Summer Windows 9

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Characters: Inuyasha, Diluc, Damian , Arataki Itto, Kaminari Denki, Kageyama Tobio, Midoriya Izuku

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Is this late? Yes. Do I have a reason? The vibes were off. I was probably having creative burnout and it happens. CW: The last one hints at nsfw actions but otherwise its fine

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57: Snorkeling

Inuyasha

Holding the pen steady you frown, the small study group was supposed to pick a summer activity to participate in. The list was damn near empty save for one suggestion: 'camping.’ You look at the small group and sigh.

“Honestly it doesn’t matter what we do or if we do anything, just make a list.” You were ready to throw the pen or just leave, every day for two weeks something needed to be suggested, not just one thing.

“Summer will be over before we get anything done, just make up stuff,” the quietest member of your group huffs. Inuyasha.

You give a slight nod. “I tried, but it was rejected. If only he hadn’t become the activity coordinator this would be easier.”

“It just has to be something related to our study group right?” Kagome asks while throwing something at Inuyasha.

“Yes.”

Koga thinks for a moment. “Snorkeling.”

Inuyasha scoffs. “You can’t even swim.”

“Neither can you.”

You slap a book on the table before the argument can escalate. “Shut up girls, you're both pretty. Snorkeling is added to the list, next.”

Kagome nods. “The aquarium.”

Inuyasha huffs. “Nature walk.”

“Oh, now you're participating?” You sass.

Koga frowns. “The thought of you actually forcing us to go camping sounded terrible.”

You roll your eyes. “It wasn’t even my idea. It was the sponsor’s, but instead we’re gonna do one of the suggestions.”

“Who died and made you leader?” Inuyasha sits up.

You point to Kagome. “She and I were the ones who set up the group, Kagome had shrine duties so I usually end up taking up most of the work. Not that I mind.”

Kagome nods. “They’re right, Y/N is technically the leader. The least we can do is supply some suggestions.”

“How about beach-combing?” “Or maybe we could go hiking.”

“There now we have a full list. Of everyone here what suggestion are we gonna take off?” You smile.

“Snorkeling, a certain number of members are not strong swimmers.” Kagome nods.

With the other two votes you nod. “Alright, I’m gonna cross off camping too, because a family situation came up and I can’t afford to leave for more than twenty four hours.”

Eventually through voting the Nature walk won. You would contact a place and get all the details ironed out with Inuyasha since he suggested. While you were gathering the things and taking a quick picture of the whiteboard you noticed the male approaching.

“What’s up?” You ask while positioning your phone.

Inuyasha sits next to you and watches. “You didn’t have to listen to Sesshomaru.”

“He’s your brother.”

“That shouldn’t matter, he doesn’t care.”

You settle for a bad picture and turn to him. “How long have you known me?”

“Why does it matter?”

Grabbing his hand you tug on the matching friendship bracelet that he and you share. “You wouldn’t have kept this otherwise. We may be connected because of our parents but I’m not gonna leave you alone Inuyasha.”

He scoffs. “I like someone else.”

You give a small smile. “I know. It doesn’t bother me but there’s nothing I can do about this.”

58: Family reunion

Diluc

“I fail to see the advantage to att-“ Diluc sends you a sharp glare when reviving a sharp jab to the ribs.

“It’s called personal relations, it’s a polite thing to do. You don’t have to be polite to everyone, only the people I care about.” You hiss.

Diluc gives you an amused glance before adjusting his coat.

“Y/N, you’re here and you brought your fiancé that I’ve heard so much about.” Your mom rushes over pulling you into a hug.

“Hello mother, yes you threatened bodily harm if I didn’t come,” you sass but reciprocate the hug.

It wasn’t often you saw your mother, being a captain at the knights of Favonius was rather time-consuming.

She pinched your cheek harshly. “Now I would never do that to my oldest baby.”

“Mama, seriously.” You pull away presenting Diluc. “This is my husband to be, Diluc Ragnvindr.”

Just the mention of husband was like a signal for everyone to tune into the conversation. As much as you felt bad for throwing Diluc to the wolves you would be able to help him if he would ask.

“Y/N, you came to the family reunion,” your cousin smiles as they crush you into a hug. “Why did you have to say that so loud?”

You ruffle her hair. “Crystal, if I didn’t do that your mom would have brought up the fact that you’re not getting married. I need my favorite mercenary to stay untethered.”

“Yes but if you leave him alone for too long it could spell disaster,” she urges.

Giving a slight shrug you happen to make eye contact with Diluc. A big smile spreads. “I’ll face the consequences later.”

59: “I can too swim” “not very well obviously”

Damian

Laying in the deck you groan, Damian clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“You said you can swim.” His words were biting into your already broken pride.

Maybe you should have kept the life vest on but you weren’t about to be the only one with it. The small time you spent with these other hero kids you knew they didn’t know the meaning of gentle jokes. Sitting up quickly you frown.

“I can too swim.”

His green eyes cut through anything else you could say. “Not very well obviously.”

“You got them out of the water?” Dick smiles looking over the second level.

“You idiots can swim well enough next time you save the rookie.” Damian scoffs before grabbing his towel and aggressively drying his hair.

You look up with a pout. “Why did we decide to go swimming in the first place?”

“It was Aqualad’s turn to pick a team building exercise.”

Slowly unrolling your own towel you slowly pat your body dry. Yeah this was possibly one of the worst ideas for a team building activity, at least pertaining to you.

“Terraformer! You almost died, are you okay?” Starfire grabs your hands, invading your personal space.

But before you can answer Damian pulls you out of her grasp. Drying your hair with a towel.

“Crowding them after an event like that is unwise,” he hisses.

“I’m not glass, I’m just not used to being off land.” You grumble seating his hands away, if he rubbed it any harder you would have a bigger problem fixing your hair later.

“Can we rely on you to keep Terraformer company while we are in the water, little D?” Dick asks.

You give a pout. “No, I'll be fine on my own. All of you can go have fun in the water.”

“I’ll stay.”

With that you tried to get up and go inside the boat, but Damian held you down. Meaning the two of you were alone.

“You said you could swim.”

“Well America isn’t exactly known for having a good track record of teaching their children how to swim,” you hiss. “I didn’t want to be left at the tower.”

He forces you to face him. “That would have been better than almost drowning.”

Pushing away from his grip you wanted to scream but settle for tears. “Do you know how lonely it is? Being alone the only one who can’t do something? I’ve lived like that since the first time I threw a rock at someone, my parents locked me in a shed until your brother dragged me out.”

“Kent isn’t my brother.”

“Y’all are close enough might as well be. Just leave me alone Damian, I’m done playing the be nice to the sheltered child game. It would have been better if I had stayed at the tower,” you mumble finally able to get far enough away from him.

60: Night market

Itto

“Y/N, have you secured the funds?” Kuki asks as you walk around the corner.

Tossing her your coin pouch you roll your eyes. “You buy the supplies. Tomorrow the night market starts and that's when you’ll get the better deals.”

“Really then I’ll-

“No!” You and Kuki shout at the same time.

Arataki Itto is known for spending the gang’s money on things we definitely didn’t need. Luckily before your big brother left Inazuma he got you a job working at the tea house. Thankfully you appreciated the fact that he could use your vision, you’d received it during the early stages of the decree, you didn’t need a vision.

“Tomorrow, we have to build the stage. You’re lucky my brother was such good friends with the Kamisato maid, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to get all this stuff done.” You remind him.

“But I-

Kuki pushes you closer. “Come on, you two got to spend more time together, think of it as bonding.”

You squeak. “Kuki.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have relayed your feelings to Kuki. Maybe you had let the drink sit for too long, and honestly you wondered how the words came out so easily to your friend.

“Right bonding.” You finally say as her eyes tell you a different story.

“Should I just stay at your house to put the things together then?” Itto asks.

This question makes you tense.

“That’s a great idea, y/n you and Itto can start on things at your house today. Then easily get everything together tomorrow,” she claps her hands.

Itto nods. “Maybe if we finish early enough we can go to the night market and look around?”

Kuki nods. “That way if I need help moving anything you two can help me.”

“Uh Huh. Let’s go big guy, if we’re going to my house I gotta pick up extra food from gramps.” Turning around you sigh.

Yeah, walking around the night market with Itto would be an adventure indeed. It wasn’t like you hadn’t gone with him or Kuki before but the idea that one person knew your feelings besides you made it different. Even if it wasn’t the person the feelings were towards.

“Oh Y/N, I was expecting you.”

“How’s it going grandpa Shimura?” You smile.

He slides two boxes your way. “I carefully packed extra servings for you. I know how much you like the unagi so I gave you an extra helping. And the young lady across the way gave me some dango to give you.”

You peek back at the woman standing at the adventure post. “Thanks, Katheryne.”

“Of course, y/n.” She gives a small wave.

Picking up the boxes you look at Itto. “Well we should go then. You remember the way, right?”

“Of course I do. I’ve been to your place plenty of times, you’re a great host by the way. Not that I would think of you as a bad host. I'm not stalling just because I can’t remember if you wanted to walk there from here or use that fancy thing you do when you pop from one place to the other,” he prattles on.

“You wanna hold the food and I lead the way?”

“Yes.”

Rolling your eyes, you hand him the boxes and lead the way. Yeah, you were in for a long two days off.

61: Seashells

Denki

“Why exactly were we sent for beach patrol?” You gripe.

Kaminari smirks, he must have been reveling in the idea of spending the day at the beach while getting paid. “Loosen up Y/N, you seemed excited about it at first. It’s not so bad your quirk is perfect for this.”

“Right.” Dragging out the word in your sarcastic tone, you rolled your eyes for added emphasis.

“Come on, you're like the coolest person here.”

Frowning you ball your hand in a fist. “I’ll hit you, and I’ll enjoy it. Just because I got an ice quirk similar to my cousin doesn’t mean it’s perfect for the beach.”

He shrugs. “Hey, it's better than being quirkless.”

Your shoulders drop. “Guess you’re right.”

Technically you fell into an outlier of a quirk user. The doctors told your parents that you should have had a quirk, but when you got to high school it was like a switch. Suddenly you had a quirk and had frozen your entire school floor. From that moment there was a narrative that you hid your quirk and because of a bad cold it just popped out and you could contain it any longer. When actually you couldn’t control it.

“You okay, Y/N?” Kaminari asks as you look at him.

“Yeah, I’m fine just practicing.” You look down at the ice popsicle you created.

He nods. “Mhmm.”

As the day dragged on you had to walk away from Kaminari to respond to something only you could do. Only for him to catch up to you later and drop something in your hands.

“What?”

“Seashells.”

“I know but why would I want-

“Don’t start getting technical with me. They’re pretty I thought you would like them,” he shakes his head.

Taking a better look at them you shrug. “They’re not that bad.”

“Did I win points?” He asks.

“No, you got half a point. Let’s go back to the agency, I need to sit in a hot bath.”

62: Watermelon

Tobio

“Oh dear, Y/N, you didn’t tell me you were gonna have company,” oh how your mother’s gossip voice was grating on the ears. She only used that voice when she wanted the aunties in the neighborhood to hear her.

“I did tell you, Tobio was gonna come over because you wanted to give us some watermelon,” you whisper, trying to shield your face.

“Right, my child's national volleyball player boyfriend, maybe eventually you’ll get married. You two have been dating for over three years.” She says a little louder.

“Mom!” You gasp with all the energy of any embarrassed child in public, it couldn’t get any worse.

Tobio smirks. “I’ve really considered it recently.”

Oh, how you wished you could bury yourself in a hole right now.

Your mom claps her hands excitedly. “Oh really? I’ve never heard anything like that from my child. If you’re gonna get married I’ll look forward to when you two adopt your first kid.”

“Mom! Watermelon.” You remind her.

“Right, right. The watermelon, come in you two. Will you tell me if you get married?” She smiles.

Tobio nods. “Of course.”

You gave a weak smile. “I don’t have anyone else to tell but you mom.”

“Damn straight, those others were terrible. Saying that you wouldn’t make any money from that little project from high school, but look at you now my baby owns a business,” she smiles.

This made you smile. Your number one cheerleader. Tobio sat next to you at the counter while you both ate.

“Did you want to get married?”

“I don’t care one way or the other.” You shrug. “As long as everyone’s happy and healthy.”

63: Bug bites

Midoriya

“Oh hey Y/N, those are some serious bug bites!” Kaminari, your childhood best friend, gasps.

Your back was turned to him and you knew that you hadn’t gotten any bug bites recently. What could he be referring to?

“Bakubro, you need to see this!”

What? Now you were more worried about what you couldn’t see. You were just walking around in your swimsuit if you had a serious bug bite, maybe you shouldn’t go swimming today.

“What the hell is it extra?”

“Y/N, has some serious bug bites look.” Kaminari touched your back making you jump since his hands felt like ice. “Did I hurt you?”

Shaking your head you stop putting the sandwiches together. “Is it really that bad?”

Bakugo laughed. “Oh yeah, it’s bad it looks like you have a really bad bug problem.”

“What?!” You shriek about to go look in the mirror to check the damages.

“Mhmm, it’s a big green bug.”

This made you pause midstep. “Izuku!”

Popping out of his corner face redder than Kirishima’s sunburn. “Yes Y/N, the love of my life?”

“Run.”

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fanfic-gallery · 2 years

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The king

✎ Kageyama x Reader

✎ Tobio can never seem to get the same connection with others like the bond you and him share. Especially with him now considering dating someone. Maybe he should look closer in front of him?

✎ Tags: fluff, friends to lovers, childhood friends, gn! reader, falling for another though in relationship

: ̗̀➛ Manager's/Author's note: this song is made for Kageyama, fight me all you want- but this just gives me the absolute creative chills!

You see me as your lifeline Other boys and girls never really made you feel right And you can't explain why I'm always running your mind Don't you see the answer's right in front of your eyes?

Stubborn as they called him. The little ‘king’ of everything.

From when he was was, Tobio had no other friend but you, the only one that could get to him like no one else, the only one that had pressed his buttons, the only one that he felt comfortable with. The rest would just storm away, claiming how bland and weird he was, how he could do anything which misses the fun of competitions, winning and losing. They didn’t understand him. They never did. Or that’s what you said.

“There there, Tobio-kun! Let’s just play together!”

“Alright.. ”

So it had always been you. He doesn’t mind it. He actually loves being around you. Your smile brightens his day. Your voice oh-so melodic, like a symphony whenever you spoke. Yet, he was always told to step out his comfort zone. So he tried, in highschool. Surprisingly, it didn’t end in failure. Even if it was fully unintentional.

Karasuno boys’ volleyball team was were his social life expanded. Game after game, more and more people started recognizing his brilliance. Girls and guys alike now, flock to him like a sheep to a shepherd’s dog, wanting even carving just a bit of his attention. But only one actually had caught his eye, a young fan of his, known for their presence in every game of Karasuno’s. How they go starry-eyed whenever he scores a serve. How they yell with great enthusiasm every time he sets perfectly.

Eventually, they confessed. And he accepted.

But, it didn’t seem right..

“So how’s your relationship going~~”

He couldn’t help but feel his heart sinking deeper into the void hearing the word ‘relationship’. It hadn’t been going well. He didn’t feel happy with them. Yeah, they were exactly what he adored, everything he wished for in his perfect person, they met his expectation. Yet. He felt nothing. No spark. No chemistry.

“It’s.. fine, I guess-”

He could feel your intense gaze, you know. He was never a great liar and you had known him since forever, of course you could tell something isn’t adding up. He awkwardly slurped on his milk, slowly crushing the carton beneath his grip, teeth slightly nibbling on the straw, just praying you can’t see how sweaty he’s getting, even with a stoic expression. He’s known you too long to discover your talent on unmasking his hidden feelings just by scanning his face.

“It’s not ‘fine’, is it?”

Damn it..

“B-bOKE-- I said it’s fine, means it’s fine, f-i-n-e!” You snickered, index reaching for his soft cheek and poking at it.

“You’re a terrible liar Tobio-kun, didn’t we establish that since we were, I don’t know, ten?”

He grumbled into the straw still between his jaws, shyly turning away with a red glowing across his face. Heart subconsciously fluttering, blood boiling to certain degrees the more you giggled beside him. Not long, silent fell. Only your loud sigh managing to slice through the atmosphere.

“Maybe it’s just not meant to work out?”

“And what does that mean..”

“I mean, maybeee, you should look harder in front of you next time~~~”

He really wished he knew why you teased him so bad. With your head leaning so close, your warmth breath fanning over him, your scent drowning his every worry, the look in your eye pointing to something else. How could he just stand there and take it, you’re the only one able to dig into his skin like this. Of course his response would be slurred holding onto a bright red face.

“b-BOKE! STOP DOING t-THAT!?” His palm went straight for your cheeks, smushing them together with the strength he holds a volleyball.

“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT, STOWP SQUICHING MY FACE!”

Even if he’s pissed off, he just couldn’t stop the fluttering butterflies in his stomach, flying and flapping around in there not even wanting to escape from it’s confines. But why? Why doesn’t he feel like this when his partner leans in so close that their lips are touching, yet your breath even reaching his skin sends him chills? Why does he internally melt when you just simply hold his hand yet he feels nothing even when his love intertwines them, drawing their distance shorter?

Maybe you were right..

Maybe he should have looked a little bit closer..

“I’m sorry.. ”

“It’s alright Kageyama-senpai, it’s for the best, we can still stay friends though!”

“Yeah.”

“Now get out there, and go get them!”

“S-sHUT it you-!”

Sweat. Why is he sweating. Is he nervous? He hasn’t felt nervous since forever. Why now out of all the other times, why now!

“Tobio-kun! There you are~~”

Your arms are warped around him- oh boy- wait- you do this all the time when you both were little, what makes it any more different than this one? Maybe, you finally mean something more than a form of comfort he looks to. Maybe, you aren’t the same ‘friend’ he had looked at for years of his life. You were someone to him. Someone special.

“Where were you, you bonehead~ hm-”

Your eyes widen as the feeling of his lips met yours. It was soft, so soft, like cushions pressed upon his face. Your warmth, your scent, everything about you was perfect. You being within his arms was perfect. You being right next to him, by his side, through and through was what he always wanted. Nothing could replace you. How could he be so blind? You were all that he needed all along.

“..w-what wAS THAT!”

“Dumbass.. I like you, alright- for a long time.. just didn’t have the heart to admit it..”

No reply. He couldn’t tell through your gaze what were you thinking. Was he too late? Did you see nothing in him from the very start and only just stuck around for the hell of it. How stupid could he be-

“About time- damn asshole, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that~~?”

“w-wHAT?”

“Means I love you too, gosh, just how dense are you- if I didn’t care for you ass that much, I would have left for Aoba Johsai by now-”

“I’m s-sorry alright- no need to rub it in my face-”

“Hmph- get on your knees then king, apologise~~”

“You little.. ”

Even if he did love you, you still got on his nerves, but god does he love that about you.

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hqfeatbetty · 2 years

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confessing to kageyama tobio (text)

✦ MASTERLIST :’)

an: a confession for tobio cause i want to do it :(

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu texts #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #tobio x you

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izanawrld · 2 years

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darling <3

please feed me with some older brother tobio :(

爱你 ♡

Anything for you!

Ye ai <3

also the images are giving me a headache so have just one tobi pic

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CW: incest, reader is 19 & tobio is 21, attachment issues on reader's side (cuz I'm attached to him QQ), dacryphilia kink, sorta fluff

"Tobi-niiiiii, do you really have to go?" You whine, jutting your bottom lip out sulkily. You're sat on his bed in one of his (very large) olf high school sweaters.

"I can't stay away from school for too long, I'm joining my new team soon remember? I have to train more, baby." He looks at you, reassuringly and still makes his way over to you for a soft kiss on your lips.

You hold his neck, pulling him down onto the bed, on top of you. You smile softly as he kisses you back, hand finding its way to the small of your back.

He pulls away to look at you, the tears on your cheeks and your wet eyelashes bringing out your beauty more in his eyes. He slowly grinds himself on your thigh.

"You're so pretty when you cry, baby."

#haikyuu!!#tobio x you #tobio kageyama x reader #kageyama x you #kageyama tobio x reader #tobio x y/n #tobio x reader #kageyama x y/n #kageyama x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #tw. incest #tw.incest #tw.dark fic #haikyuu incest

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d4rkven0m · 2 years

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headcanon: you are sick, and kageyama is doing anything to help you get better

a/n: i haven't uploaded in so long bc of school LMFAO anyways hope you enjoy this short scenario :) <3

yesterday, you were feeling a bit sick, but thought nothing of it. it's probably just allergies.

however, today, you awoke with a splitting headache, sore throat, and severe chills. you stumbled to the bathroom, searching for the thermometer. after finding it and putting it under your tongue, it beeped. 102.6 degrees. you couldn't decide whether to go to the doctor's or not, so you called the first person that came to mind: kageyama.

the phone rings twice, and then he picks up. "hi babe! what's up?"

"tobio," you cough. "i feel really sick. i don't know if it's serious enough to see a doctor."

"you're sick? i'll be there in 30," he says, worried.

"wait, tobio-" the call ends.

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there's a knock at the door. you stumble over, blanket haphazardly wrapped around you. when you open the door, he sees your blotchy face and red eyes.

"oh my gosh. babe, why didn't you tell me you were feeling bad?"

you sniffle. "it wasn't this bad yesterday. i thought it was allergies."

he stammers, looking worried and nervous. "um, okay. you need.... you should lay down. i'll carry you."

"no, no. i can walk, love," you insist.

"well, okay..." he follows you closely to the couch, carrying two plastic bags. he looks frantic. "how are you feeling? maybe we should go to the doctor. here, i brought some medicine and tea-"

"love," you interrupt. he looks at you, on the verge of exploding, you think.

"yes?"

"can you just give me the medicine and watch movies with me?"

he smiles. "yes, of course."

#haikyuu!!#tobio x you #kageyama imagines #kageyama headcanons

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raspberryyarn246 · 2 years

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A drawing from memory _ Tobio Kageyama

this is another drawing from memory on pinterest. I found a picture of kageyama not to long ago and I still have it. This is another redraw from the episode scene on haikyuu season 1

Very cute🤗🤗❤

#kageyama #haikyuu!!#anime #tobio kageyama #tobio x y/n #tobio headcanons #fanart #drawing #haikyuu art #so cute #awwww cute #Kageyama is the best!#tobio x you

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kissochako · 1 year

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𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐔

summary: headcannons of kage and tsuki developing a crush on u! Except they’re princes may be a part 2 later LOL I spent too much time on writing their character instead of the actual crush

tags: gender neutral reader, royalty!au, she falls first and he falls even harder trope & enemies to lovers trope

—KEI TSUKISHIMA

Tsukishima is a prince who likes to show off and one-up everyone, whether it’s materialistic possessions, his acclaimed achievements or his line of available suitors. For his habit of showing off, most other princes of other kingdoms are not very fond of him, so most of the time, he’s left to his own thoughts. Though, despite all this, all he really wants is for his people to truly see him for who he is, not what he can do, or what he is.

During a stroll through the market, Kei’s ears perked of the vibrations of such an enchanting voice, reading out children’s fables and stories to the passerbys. Kei usually reprimanded the local poets and storytellers for causing a blockage in the market’s path, but this time, he sat on an empty wooden log and listened. His mind followed with the words and his head swayed to the rhymes and rhythm. Before he knew it, the moon had replaced the sun, the market shop keepers had packed up and gone home and the children went to go have supper.

“Excuse me, my prince, but I’m very much so gracious of you using your time to hear my craft!” With a grin occupying your face, you bowed before hurriedly leaving. Kei was left dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe that such talent belonged to a person as divine as you. He wanted you to be by his side, and read him poems just for him. With a pleased mind, he made plans tonight to host a function at his palace and invite every poet or storyteller, just to see you again.

—KAGEYAMA TOBIO

Kageyama is a cold-hearted prince, who values power and wealth over the health and prosperity of his people. He has no regard for anyone’s feelings except his own and is willing to sacrifice anyone and anything in order to get what he wants. Some say it was because of the absence of his parents, or that no other kingdom was willing to make alliances with him. Even so, Tobio dismissed all of those rumours and continued his duties as prince.

You were just a measly maid at the palace, someone beneath him. He ordered you around to do mundane tasks or incredibly difficult tasks just to satisfy his ego. However, despite all this, you defended him against your gossiping co-workers.. Tobio can’t say for sure this made him fall in love with you, but it definitely did earn you some respect.

Although, what did make him fall head over heels for you, was when he was assigned you a task to mop and polish the ballroom floors by yourself. He was expecting an obedient nod and for you to hurry along, but you did the exact opposite. You screamed at him, something along the lines of it being unfair, being overworked and not ethnically correct. He didn’t listen to your words because he was so distracted that someone had even yelled at him. He just had to admit, your bravery made him feel weak at the knees. However, he isn’t the one to submit.

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clubkira · 6 months

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

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

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

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

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part one can be read here.

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

KOUTAROU BOKUTO.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Four months engaged.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s got nice hair!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MORISUKE YAKU.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

KIYOOMI SAKUSA.

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

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

“This’ll be so easy for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, what—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s Omi-Omi.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t judge you.”

“Yes you do.”

“Nope.”

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

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

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

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

“That’s more than one thing, Kiyo.”

“I don’t care.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TOBIO KAGEYAMA.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you two ready to play?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You didn’t like it?”

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

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

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

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

“Tobio!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I understand.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well thank you then, love.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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piichuu · 7 months

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♡ SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

FEATURING: sugawara koushi, kageyama tobio, ushijima wakatoshi

WARNINGS: hurt/comfort (ish), fluff, gn!reader

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

“let’s not fight anymore, the couch must be uncomfortable for you to sleep on,” your boyfriend speaks as his hand is gently put on your shoulder. he has been sitting on the floor, right by the couch for a couple of minutes now, but this is the first time he speaks up. you should’ve known that he wouldn’t let you go to sleep in such an uncomfortable place, especially not after a fight. “we don’t have to talk about it right now, i just want you to come to bed so you’ll have a good nights sleep. if you don’t want to cuddle, we don’t have to, just don’t sleep out here.”

sugawara begins to brush his fingers through your tangled hair and sighs, waiting for you to reply or move. it takes a little bit, but you eventually begin to sit up, now looking down at the man who is still sitting on the floor, wearing the pajamas he put on hours ago. “there you are. come on, let’s head to bed,” he reaches his hand out for you to take which you do, allowing him to lead you into the bedroom where the two of you lie down without you saying a word to one another.

he watches as you get under the covers and once again turn your back to him, so he strokes your arm gently. “i’m sorry for earlier, sweetheart. it’s been a long week for the both of us and we aren’t in our right minds. just know that i’m not mad at you for anything, it may have seemed like it earlier, but i promise you that it was stress that has been built up by my co-workers, not you,” sugawara explains as he eventually moves his hand away from you so you’ll get the space you need.

as you don’t say anything, he closes his eyes and attempts to fall asleep. the two of you usually never go to sleep without solving a fight, but he won’t force you to try and talk to him either, knowing that it might just cause the frustration to grow. so he tries his best, hoping he’ll wake up in the morning and be able to talk to you, but he can’t sleep like this, not knowing whether you’re mad at him or not. those thoughts are however put to sleep as you finally wrap your arms around his middle and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. “i’m sorry, i don’t want to fight.”

a slight smile spreads over his lips and he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. “we’re good, baby. let’s just go to sleep together now. i love you.”

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

he sighs when he finds you already sleeping on the couch, not having spoken to him since he went to take a shower in hopes to rid of all the frustration and stress that’s been taking over for the last couple of days. volleyball practices have become more as him and his team are about to go into a tournament in just two days, so the stress has truly gotten to him, but also to you. he’s aware of the fact that you’re stressed about not being able to come with him for his upcoming games due to school work, so you try to spend as much time with him as possible, but it’s difficult when he’s barely home.

kageyama wants to be with you more than anything in the entire world, but the time often flies away when he’s practicing and the time for you decreases into only a few hours at night when you’re already asleep. when you wake up in the morning, he’s either making a quick breakfast for himself and gives you a kiss goodbye before leaving or he’s already left without a word. he’s never able to wake up beside you nor come home when you aren’t asleep.

today he was tired after hours of practicing and even though he had been looking forward to seeing you as he would finally get home a little earlier, he didn’t expect himself to be met by you with tears in your eyes as you begged for him to stay home the next day so the two of you could spend time together before he had to leave. it wasn’t possible, not now when it’s only a few days left until the tournament, his coach would kill him.

so here he is, standing by the couch, contemplating every single life choice he’s made. what did he even do to deserve someone who keeps trying when he is barely ever there? how come you stay when you never get to talk to him? he certainly doesn’t know, but something he does know is of his love for you. “i’m sorry,” he whispers while laying down behind you on the couch. his arms wrap around your waist as he buries his face into your neck. “i’m gonna come up with something to spend time with you before i leave, i swear. i love you so much, so so much. i wish i could be a with you all the time…”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

he sits on the edge of the couch, leaning back against the cushions while looking at you who’s already sleeping. you would be in bed if it wasn’t for him and his stubbornness. ushijima injured his arm during his last practice and had been told by doctors not to work out for at least a month, but how did you find him when you got home from work? carrying weights back to their place as if he had just been training. how could you not scold him when he was risking his own arm getting even worse?

at first, he wasn’t agreeing to anything you said as he kept on saying that it wasn’t a big deal and that “it doesn’t even hurt anymore”. but as you only became more furious about the fact that he wouldn’t listen and then went to sleep on the couch instead of in bed with him, he slowly but surely began to understand that he was in fact making his arm worse. you had the right to be worried, but ushijima had no right being so stubborn.

“i’m really sorry for not listening to you,” your boyfriend mumbles as he searches for your hand to hold, giving it a gentle squeeze. “i won’t work out again until the doctors tell me that it’s okay, i promise. it was stupid of me to not listen to either them or you,” he sighs and closes his eyes for a moment, drowning in his own stupidity until he can hear you stir.

“you always make me worry about you so much, you’re so stupid,” you mumble while sitting up, wrapping your arms around his neck. “next time i find you like that, i might actually commit a crime,” usuijima chuckles lightly and shakes his head. “i won’t do it again, i swear. i will listen to your worries from here on out.”

he eventually climbs onto the couch and wraps his arms around your waist. “i hope your arm doesn’t hurt too much now,” you mumble, stroking his hair. ushijima shakes his head and flashes you a soft smile. “it doesn’t, thankfully. thank you for looking out for me, darling.”

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romeavecryst · 16 days

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.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

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

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

Little reminder rq are open!(im desperate ☹️)

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