you’ve been in the same position for god knows how long, slowly slipping in and out of consciousness with akaashi’s firm grip around your shoulders, but the heavy patter of footsteps outside the door rouses you before you can even sleep.
you hum noncommittally, breathing in akaashi’s scent before opening your eyes. “a little bit. why?”
he remains silent, holding you closer to his chest. the storage room you’ve both found refuge in is cramped and smells awful. you doubt you’re much better but akaashi never said anything so you don’t bring it up.
he still smells good. it’s unfair.
“sometimes,” he starts, voice softer than it already was. “sometimes i think about getting married to you.”
your breath hitches at his words, then again at the sound of footsteps stopping right outside the door. your hand gripped his jacket a little tighter and his arms bring you in closer.
neither of you say a word, hearts racing (from fear or the close proximity, you’re not really sure) and your breaths are quiet but heavy. a drawn-out groan rings through the air, and the footsteps fade but the fear remains and you know akaashi knows it too.
“i want to get married to you too,” you whisper after a few more minutes of tense silence. “at the one church in nara, to make your mom happy, then we’ll have our reception at the beach behind it.”
“yeah,” he breathes out. “i liked that beach.”
“and we’ll-” you hiccup, suddenly feeling emotional because akaashi’s arms are the safest place you’ll ever be but safety isn’t really guaranteed anymore. “we’ll have a spring wedding because it’s too humid in the summer.”
“i’ll give you my jacket when you get cold.”
“koutarou will try to give a speech but he’ll end up drunk before he can and just end up crying,” you giggle.
akaashi nods, reaching down to bruh your hair out of your face. “and hana-san will give the speech for him and he’ll sulk until kuroo-san decides to take over the dj’s spot.”
“we don’t need a dj, do we?”
“we can have one. i got a promotion.”
silence takes over again, this time a little more comfortable than before, but your legs are cramping and you can feel the exhaustion kicking in. he doesn’t show it, but you’re sure akaashi is feeling even worse than you are.
“you know i bought a ring,” he says suddenly. “last year, i bought one. and i wanted to propose that night, and ever since then it’s all i could think about.”
“when this is over, you can propose and we’ll get married.”
it’s been three hours since you’ve entered this storage room, breathing in the same air and listening to the footsteps that are waiting outside the door. you can’t wait forever in there, you both know it.
“i have it with me, still. it’s the one thing i grabbed.”
your hand is being pried open, and in it was placed a dirty velvet box, but inside was the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen.
“will you marry me?” akaashi asks. far from his ideal proposal, he hasn’t even gotten down on one knee for god’s sake but he can’t wait any longer.
your eyes are locked onto the ring but the wobbly smile tugging at your lips is evident from where he stands. “yeah, i will.”
you don’t put the ring on and akaashi doesn’t put it on for you, but he closes the box and tucks it into the inner pocket of your jacket, pulling the zipper close and mumbling a small for safe keeping.
the footsteps outside the door are getting louder and more frequent and you know that the time has come.
the kiss akaashi places on your forehead lets you know that he knows it too.
on the other side of the door, countless of the infected are waiting for you but it’s either rot away in that cramped closet or die trying to escape.
“hey keiji,” you stop him when his hand rests heavily on the doorknob. “let’s get married in nara, okay?”
“yeah. let’s get married in nara.”
he opens the door.
and together you run.
Lovers envisioning a future they know will never come when in the face of imitent death/apocalypse is and will always be the best writing trope to exist. Point. Blank. Period.
warningsnothing really, y/n just has a shitty boyfriend, also not edited
genrefluff, roomates au, college
word count 1.1k
inspon/a
synopsisin which akaashi outperforms your boyfriend, helping you come to the realization that you should never settle for less
a/nwhew i’ve been in a writers block so this an old draft i’ll probs edit in the future but ( hopefully ) starting today through the 14th i’ll be able to jot out a couple valentines related drabbles. cross your fingers y’all
“You’re home early,” It’s not like you wanted to be. It’s not like you expected to be either. But the previous events of your hangout with your boyfriend led you back to your shared apartment with your roommate, Akaashi.
He looked over the couch curiously at you. Tearing away from his usual nightly read. “Something happen?” He continued.
You sighed, beelining to plop on the couch next to him. “Boyfriends suck.” Is what you responded back to him, your claim being muffled in the material of Akaashi’s pajama pants.
Akaashi hummed, his hand being placed on the back of your neck following the soft sound of bis book closing. “What’d he do?” You hated that you’ve heard Akaashi say that exact same phrase before, but he probably hated it more to say.
“So, you know how we were supposed to celebrate our anniversary, right?” Your head lifted to where your chin was digging into Akaashi’s thigh.
The nod you saw out of the corner of your eye beckoned you to continue. “Well, of course, like usual, he forgot that it was today. And that we were supposed to celebrate at our typical diner. So, I sat alone for an hour…”
Akaashi sucked his teeth. “You could’ve just asked me to pick you up or join you. There’s no reason you should’ve sat there alone.” He was right. But you always gave your boyfriend chances. More shots than he needed.
“I know. But then he finally answered back and said to meet and his place. Stupid me, I expected something romantic to make up for the fumbled lunch plans but of course, it was nothing. Nothing but me watching he and his roommates play games. No flowers, no chocolates, nothing.”
There was a silence, but in that moment you could tell Akaashi was thinking hard. Most likely jumping between the right thing to say to you. You knew he’d find it, he always did.
“___,” Akaashi called for your attention. You answered, shifting your gaze to his face. You despised the skip your heartbeat did when you made such eye contact with Akaashi. Seeing as you had a boyfriend and that he was your long term best friend and roomie. But you couldn’t help it. Who could, honestly?
Akaashi was arguably the full package in your eyes. You can’t believe there was once a time you saw your boyfriend as the same.
“When was the last time he did something like that for you? Not for an occasion, just out of the blue. Just because he wanted to and because he loves you.” Akaashi’s question caught you off guard to say the least.
It really made you think, when was the last time he did something nice for you just because?
Your relationship had been so bare minimum for so long that you could only reminisce when he was a good boyfriend.
“A long time. And sometimes even then did I have to tell him the things I wanted. It sucks that it’s gone downhill from there.” Your voice mellowed out on the final sentence as you came to that realization.
What even was this relationship anymore? And could it be considered that?
“Noted. I’m going to bed.” Abruptly, Akaashi made his exit from your venting session and left you lonely on the couch. The sudden leave had you furrowing your eyebrows but settled on the reasoning being that he probably had a class tomorrow or simply, he was sick and tired of your bitching of your sucky boyfriend.
Which, then, he’d definitely have a right to walk away.
You woke up the next morning with your current situation on your mind. Having went to sleep on it as well. What were you going to do? And how were you going to do it? So many thoughts were jumbled in your mind that you couldn’t get a clear answer.
Stumped, you were going to continue to think on it. That is until there was a knock at your apartment door that you heard faintly. You furrowed your eyebrows since it was definitely unusual at this hour.
Your feet led you out of your room, before you went any farther, you went to check if Akaashi was in motion but it seemed as if he wasn’t. You reached your front door and opened it.
Not expecting to be greeted with a bouquet of hydrangeas. “Uh— I’m sorry… are you sure you have the right apartment?” Is what automatically came from your mouth.
“This is the home of ___ ___? Correct?” The delivery man questioned, checking the card on the flowers.
That led you into a deeper tunnel of confusion. Before you could say anything else, the sound of padding footsteps came from behind you. Akaashi joined you at the door.
“Thank you,” he reached around you to take the flowers, without a word you stepped aside as he waved off the delivery man.
There was nothing but the sound of Akaashi locking the door back. If your mind wasn’t racing before, it definitely was now.
“Akaashi?” You questioned, eyes following him to the kitchen. It was then you noticed his attire. He was dressed nicely, like usual, but it was still pretty early for him to be clad in such clothing.
“Did you have flowers sent for a girl in my name?” Your genuine question caused Akaashi to snort. You joined him in the kitchen to that he had placed the flowers down with an array of things that ranged from teddy bears to chocolates that you recognized as your favorite.
“Close, but no. I ordered some for you last time. And went out to get this stuff this morning.” He pointed to the crowd of things on the counter. You stood in astonishment. For once in a while, your mind was blank.
What was there to think? Your handsome best friend had just fulfilled the easiest task your boyfriend couldn’t even perform. And he did it with no questions asked. Just because…
“Why?” You mumbled, edging closer to him and the counter.
“Why not? You shouldn’t have to ask or wish for the basics from your boyfriend, ___,” his answer garnered a small smile on your face.
“And the fact that you do, just proves there’s something wrong.” You nodded, taking your eyes from the arrangement to Akaashi’s burning gaze.
Your smile widened. “Thank you, Akaashi. I think this is what I needed to finally end things.” Finally, you concluded. Putting an end to your rapid thoughts.
“I’m glad I could be of help. Now, do you like the hydrangeas? I was going to go with roses but I didn’t want to seem to basic so—” You placed a hand on Akaashi’s shoulder.
“I love them, Akaashi.”
You didn’t know what you mr next step was going to be, but you knew you were done settling for less.
inspiration square, mitski + wonder what she thinks of me, chloe x halle
synopsis you never were going to be able to fit in the structure of akaashi’s life, no matter how much he wanted you to
author’s note this certainly hurt but this is an old draft ‘cause i’m still in a slump :/
You heaved out a sigh as Akaashi rolled off of you. Immediately he covered you up with newly pressed sheets. Your head lying on his matching pillowcase. Together, you stared at his plain ceiling, like always. There was no creases, no dents, no marks.
Nothing.
Akaashi was the first to shift around, opting to having his back face you as he checked his phone. Like always. You spared him a quick glance before following suit. Nearly wincing when you were met with a nicely framed picture of him and her.
The one this side of the bed rightfully belonged to.
Swallowing your guilt, you let your eyes drift. Akaashi’s room was clean, like always. His wall art were even, his desk area was neat, his closer was even neater. Everything was orderly. Everything had a place. Then there was you,
It wasn’t like it was your first time picking up on this. You made note of this the first time you stumbled into Akaashi’s room. Messily making out with him amongst his spotless room. Even with your head in the clouds you knew then that you didn’t fit.
How could you when the spot you wanted was already taken? There’s never really any room for someone who’s usually just a late night call. No room for someone who’s just supposed to fill a space temporarily.
But for some reason Akaashi kept you around. Maybe it was because you both were— and still are good friends. He tried to make space for you. Yet, in the end you knew it would never work.
“Hey,” almost on cue, Akaashi called out for you. You didn’t look at him, bringing your attention back to the nightstand that belonged to her.
“Are you alright?” The bed shook slightly when Akaashi turned on his other side. You nodded. She was so pretty, and so sweet. So talented, so smart, so… perfect.Why would Akaashi want to sacrifice this perfect fit in his life to have something with you?
He sighed, the air meeting your back. Following was the pressing of his chest as he reached over you to lay down the frame. You frowned.
“Don’t worry ‘bout her, ‘kay?” Akaashi draped his arm over you, his lips meeting your neck.
You gulped. You couldn’t take this anymore, you couldn’t take being a burden. The words hurt you more to say than Akaashi to hear, “We can’t do this anymore.I, can’t do this anymore…”
You could feel air get caught in Akaashi’s throat. “What do you mean?” He knew what you meant, obviously.
His arm fell from your body as you sat up. “I don’t fit here, Akaashi. I should just go.” Your eyes started searching for you clothes that were thrown and scattered across his flawless carpet. No spots, no trash, nothing.
Akaashi sat up with you, a look of confusion twisted on his face. “What does that even mean, ___?”
You bit your tongue and proceeded to climb out of his bed. Taking your clothes into your hands and shuffling them on.
“___, I want you to stay.” Painfully, those words made your heart skip a beat. Of course, you had to fall for Akaashi and his routine. Even if it didn’t make anything special of you.
You inhaled deeply, slipping into your shoes. “Just— keep things strong with her, okay? You guys are meant to be. You’re a really good guy, sorry for causing so much trouble.” The last sentence was muttered while you made your way to Akaashi’s bedroom door.
You heard him shuffle on his own clothes, exclaiming a wait at you. But you were already out the door.
Silently, you said goodbye to Akaashi and his perfectly square room. Where there was no longer any confusion, any intrusion, and no you.
tws ♡ cursing, slight veteran disrespect pfft, hurt/comfort & they get progressively less angsty
HAJIME IWAIZUMI
♡ he ‘s a man so he’d never cry in front of you or need any comfort from anyone besides himself or so he thought
♡ as it turns out, he actually does need positivity in his life sometimes because unfortunately, he feels emotions like everyone else
♡ he refuses to allow himself to be woeful in front of others, for the longest time
♡ his walls will eventually crumble, but emphasis on eventually bc it took oikawa almost a lifetime of friendship to do it
♡ you’ve seen him display every other emotion — including the soft, subtle joy he got when he was chosen by a puppy in the shelter — besides sadness
♡ and honestly he had it all planned out too; he wouldn’t let you see him cry until your wedding, then he will shed a single tear as you walk down the isle bc he doesn’t want people to have too many photos of him crying
♡ but even then, it would be happy tears, so in the long-run he genuinely didn’t think you’d ever have to see him downcast
♡ he thinks you’ll perceive him as pathetic and needy if you ever need to provide him with support, even though he’d do the same for you without a single negative thought ever crossing his mind
♡ obviously, though, this is hajime iwaizumi and things rarely go as planned for him, so there is no way he was able to conceal his tears for thatlong
♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥
he sat on the bus with heavy shoulders, staring up at the roof. his bag was next to him yet it still felt like the world was crushing him with every movement he made. it continued to spin around him and the only freedom he was granted was when you skipped up to the back of the bus to join him.
it was basically empty, so you felt comfortable enough resting your head on his broad shoulder, which he would usually oppose but today it seemed to ground him; for a moment, his vision was clear and the ache in his chest lifted.
until, the words he dreaded fell from your lips, “i’m sorry about your game. you played very well though so you shouldn’t be asha—”
knowing iwaizumi, you assumed he would be silent for the whole bus-ride — just like he usually is after a loss — so you had prepared a whole speech about how proud you were of him and how there is still room for growth; and to be honest, most of it was just fluff to fill the painful silence.
hence, you were surprised when you began to hear quiet sobs coming from above you, you even cut yourself off to ensure you were hearing it correctly; you were. but before you could raise your chin to check if it was actually him, he grabbed the back of your head and shoved you against his chest, pushing to the point you were blinded by his abs.
“iwaizumi?” you gasped, and all you got in response was a choked cry, “(y/n).”
your name had never sounded so similar to plea when rolling off his tongue, you almost felt emotional yourself just by hearing it. however, you knew what he wanted just by the simple utterance of your name.
your arms slowly snaked around his torso and pulled him closer to yourself, and he did the same, but much rougher; for a second you thought you might suffocate in his shirt. as if the burning passion inside him hadn’t died down completely yet.
the rest of the ride home he held you exactly like that. with your face buried in his chest so you could not see the tears streaming down his cheeks at an embarrassingly rapid rate, but you could still feel the occasional hiccup of his body, or hear the sobs that continuously fell from his lips.
you couldn’t offer many words of reassurance, but you didn’t have to. he just needed to hold you. being able to freely express himself in front of you was what he needed after a long day of stifling sniffles and biting his tongue. out of all the places you could go, you were still with him. he wasn’t sure whether to be happy or feel bad for you; in the end, he settled on crying more.
SATORI TENDŌ
♡ being in a long distance relationship was quite easy for him. after all, he could do what he was passionate about during the day, and come home every night to facetime you
♡ although virtual kisses weren’t as good as the real thing, tendou was just grateful he was getting any kisses at all
♡ he knew that long distance was the only way the relationship could work for y’all (for now) and he was just content that he got to see your beautiful face every night <3
♡ but some night are harder than others. occasionally, after a long, unusually stressful day at work, all he wants is to come back home, throw his arms around you and cuddle into your chest until he falls asleep; is that seriously too much to ask?
♡ but then he is reminded of the gut-wrenching fact you live over a thousand miles away
♡ usually you are the one complaining tohim about wanting to close the distance, but here you both are on call at ungodly hours; you ranting about how much you hate, while he is spaced-out, searching for the cheapest and earliest flights to your country
♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥
“and then they told me i don’t qualify for the vet discount because i’m not a ‘veteran’ when i literally saved a dying pigeon one time like— hello? satori? are you there?”
you cut yourself off mid-story as you caught a glimpse of your phone screen out of the corner of your eye. while your glare was previously fixated on the guiltless poster on your wall, it was drawn over to your boyfriend as you noticed his glazed expression and how unresponsive he was, despite how he usually utters a few ‘oh my god’s or ‘you’re kidding!’ when you are recollecting on events.
his attention appeared to be focussed on his computer screen; though you couldn’t see it in the frame, you knew it was there because of the blue light reflection in his glasses. “yes, sweetie?” he eventually hummed in response, stretching out the ‘s’.
“what’re you doing?”
with a sigh, he reached out and twisted his monitor so you could see the bright screen though the camera, “i’m looking for flight tickets so i can come see you.”
you couldn’t help but giggle, “why?”
“work has been getting so stressful lately. i just wanna drop everything and come see you.” he mused, adjusting his screen back and tiredly resting his chin against his palm, which you just knew you’d kiss if you were with him.
he sounded dead serious, and a part of you believed that he was. “tendou,” you cooed, admiring your boyfriend’s defined features while he aimlessly scrolled, “you can’t do that. you know you’ll get fired if you leave so abruptly.”
“don’t care.”
you giggled, mostly because you knew that if you had the courage, you’d do the exact same. and a despite how a part of you really wanted to see him, your rational conscious knew it would be best to talk him out of it. “i want to see you too, love. and we’ll meet soon, i promise! just maybe not thatsoon.”
tendou sighed, his bored gaze shifting from his computer on to you, “i know. i guess, i’m just really impatient.”
“don’t worry, i am too.” you laughed, playfully twirling a strand of your around your finger, “but i’ll visit you soon, no matter what. and until then, i’ll try to call you every single night. just like we’ve been doing for the last year.”
tendou nodded. for ages he’s felt like he’s been running in circles with you, but whenever you look at him with your lovestruck eyes, he remembers how much he loves being withyou, regardless. he’ll labour through weeks — months, years — of work if it means he can end his day by talking to you.
“yeah, (y/n).” he smiled, leaning back in his chair and glancing at photo on his nightstand; you and him at graduation, and you looked as stunning as ever. once his adoring gaze was torn from the image, he tossed his head back and groaned, “i swear, the next time i see you, an officiant better be there too.”
KEIJI AKAASHI
♡ akaashi doesn’t feel insecure often
♡ but when he does, it’s almost impossible to cheer him up; it will be as if there is a dull, grey cloud lingering over his head for the next week or so, until he eventually snaps out of it
♡ emphasis on almost, by the way, because somehow you consistently manage to make him feel better
♡ usually when he’s embarrassed or sad, it’s over something extremely minute, to the point where you have trouble keeping a straight face (but you pull through)
♡ also, as much as he preaches about “communication” and “honesty”, early on in the relationship (at least for the first year), he won’t tell you when something is bothering him because he doesn’t want to burden you with his feelings/problems
♡ even though he’d listen to you for hours on end if you ever needed to talk about something
♡ however, he’s definitely not as good at hiding his feelings (around you) so you figure out something is wrong pretty much straight away
♡ personally i hc that akaashi listens to heavy metal or rock music when he is down lmao
♡ like he needs the adrenaline so he can imagine vivid scenarios of him being a badass or whatever
♡ (he’s a daydreamer and that’s canon bc i said so)
♡ so yeah, when you can hear the thumping of the bass and the sick guitar riffs from through his earphones, you automatically know that something is bothering him
♡ and like you are one of the only people that can try make him feel better without him becoming annoyed or being dismissive
♡ how you approach the actual “comforting” part in whatever way you’d like bc regardless, he’s gonna appreciate it
♡ it can be a bit awkward sometimes but if you put on a movie or smth straight afterwards, it’ll definitely clear the tense atmosphere
♡ but after a while of dating, you’ll both be more comfortable with communicating and it’ll get to the point where he is ranting to you about how awful he feels one second and then teaching you a crochet trick in the next
♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥
oh no, the dismal sound of slipknot excreting from akaashi’s earbuds was back. on the bus home from a practise game fukurodani had just won, no less. what was there to be sad about?
you sighed, trying your best to recall on the events that took place during the game that may have caused him to feel this way but nothing jumped to mind. especially since you were running errands and doing chores for the majority of the game, anyway. all you could remember was akaashi and bokuto kicking some aoba johsai ass. perhaps he just felt bad for the losing team?
however, you knew it wasn’t a smart idea to make assumptions, so you simply tapped his shoulder, a small smile gracing your lips as he pulled out one of his earbuds and turned to look at you expectantly. “hm? are you alright?”
“i’m great, keiji. just so proud of you!” you cupped his hands and squeezed them tightly, causing him to wince slightly then chuckle out a “thanks”. “how’re youfeeling?”
the smile he wore was the most artificial you’ve ever seen on him, “i’m fine.”
“are you sure?”
“yeah.” he replied with a quirked brow in shaky tone, almost as if he was asking you a question right back.
though you hated to pry, you felt as though you didn’t have any other option, “really? you seem bummed, even after you won.”
there was a tense silence; which was only heightened by how every other member of fukurodani was asleep, leaving the only noise in the air to be bokuto’s hellish snores and the faint sound of heavy metal still leaking from his earbuds.
realising there was no use in hiding it anymore, he choked out the first sentence to his story, with a sigh, “do you remember when that oikawa dude from seijoh was chatting with bokuto?”
you hummed a response, and he continued, “well, i was sitting on the bench near his water bottle and when he asked me to bring it over to him, he called me ‘iwa’.”
his story was followed by another few moments of brimming silence. the only thing prompting him to break it was your absolutely clueless expression, “as in, short for ‘iwaizumi’.”
nothing.
“like, y’know, aoba johsai’s number four.” forcing the brief pre-match introductions back to mind, you could vaguely recall the two “stars” of the seijoh team: a confident setter and a rather irritable wing spiker. you figured the latter was iwaizumi since the captain didn’t resemble akaashi in the slightest.
you were beginning to feel bad for not understanding what the issue was and why akaashi was so bummed over it, but from what you could tell, akaashi was simply called the wrong name. “so, whatexactly is the problem? was oikawa rude to you or?”
akaashi blinked a few times then proceeded to roll his eyes, casting his gaze out the bus window as if he was an angsty teen disturbed by their parent’s lack of sympathy, “it kinda implies that look like him. and i really don’t.”
you hummed in agreement, “yeah, you’re right. but is there anything wrong with looking like iwaizumi?”
it was more of a rhetorical question that you asked to prove to akaashi that he looked just fine, so you definitely were not expecting him to turn to you with foggy eyes and mutter, “i don’t think you want my honest answer.”
a chocked cackle escaped your lips before you hastily slapped a hand over your mouth, to ensure you wouldn’t wake up any of the sleeping fukordani members, but akaashi simply made it worse laughing his breathy laugh which made everything ten times funnier for no reason. thus, it eventually got to the point where you were both hunched over each other, wheezing while attempting to make minimal noise for the sake of the others.
honestly, who would’ve guess that his first time saying “i love you” would be while stifling snickers in the backseat of a bus, after accidentally insulting a player from another team?
RINTARŌ SUNA
♡ it’d take a while before suna is comfortable expressing too much emotion around you
♡ like for the first six months of the relationship, he doesn’t want to freak you out or scare you off by even implying that he is the slightest bit emotional, so he tends to keep his issues closed-off
♡ but once he’s established that he can trust you (probably after you say ‘i love you’ for the first time, he seems like a bit of a sap) and that you won’t leave him, no matter how overwhelming his feelings can become, he’ll make up for every time he’s refused to talk to you about his problems in less than a night
♡ like he might just unload on you all at once so be ready for that
♡ he had mastered the art of keeping his feelings bottled up and before now, his main medium of releasing this stress was through the internet (o, the glory of online anonymity; no one will ever find his secret vent twitter acc and know it’s him)
♡ but now that he met you — someone who he trusts greatly, and is willing to listen to him — he is able to bring out a side of him, that only his 5 twitter followers have ever seen
♡ it’s not exactly a “bad” side, but it’s definitely more unfiltered
♡ and he only acts like that in front of you, so when you go back out in public, he immediately reverts to his normal-self; it’s almost scary
♡ like during practise, he’ll act as if he didn’t make you endure three consecutive hours of him ranting about how much he hates volley and his team, and continue playing as normal….
♡ (he doesn’t actually hate em btw, he probably just mad bc the third years refused to give him the chem test answers </3)
♡ however most of the time his “venting” isn’t as much venting as it is him cuddling you from behind and murmuring complaints about life into your shoulder
♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥
“i just feel like i am holding them back.” he groaned, trying to toss his head back and groan dramatically but his attempt with swiftly followed by your palm gently colliding with the back of his head as your other fingers with intertwined in his hair, creating cute designs with his soft locks while he rested between your thighs, facing the TV which simply played a background noise, at this point.
you scoffed, continuing to run your brush through his tangled hair, growing slightly more aggressive with each comb, “holding them back? i think you’re the best player on the team. they wouldn’t be able to play without you.”
“of course you think that, we’re literally dating.”
you tutted, leaning forward and over his head until he could see your face dangling in front of his. it was creepy at first, but after you placed a kiss on his nose, he got over it. “well, i used to think aran or kita were the best on the team but now i’ve come to realise that it might be you.”
“what do you mean ‘might be’ ?!” he spat in response, and although he sounded hostile, the effect was dulled by the soft red tint dusting across his cheeks. he’d argue the pigment was caused by rage, but you knew better than to believe him.
TŌRU OIKAWA
♡ dating oikawa is like 80% hurt/comfort, 10% cutesy couple things and 10% PDA so his fangirls catch the hint
♡ okok jk but also kinda not
♡ like mutual motivation and comfort is such a big thing in a relationship with oikawa, you’re basically like each other’s really bad therapists
♡ it’s cute tho
♡ if you are ranting to him over text, regardless of how late at night it is, he will drive to your house in his shitty lil honda and take you to your fav drive-thru or just drive around with you
♡ and if he’s complaining to you then he let’s you play with his hair while he does so
♡ (actually he prefers it if you play with his hair)
♡ usually it’s just him whining and y’all just joke about it but when he starts discussing volleyball, it is bound to get heated
♡ like one second he’ll be saying “yeah midterms were so tricky but whatever it’s cool” and the next, all hell and broken loose, “I’D RATHER EAT MY OWN FOOT THAN GO TO SHIRATORIZAWA death to them all!!”
♡ obviously he was joking with that last part (referencing that wendy williams tt sound lol) but that first part was dead serious
♡ ngl sometimes he just gets mad over little things though bc he loves seeing you get angry with him… like something about watching you yell about a non-existent problem just to make please him, makes him feel so….. loved???
♡ he just likes knowing that you support him so much, and that you can emphasise with him on such a dear level
♡ you are the only person that could say “you should’ve gone to shiratorizawa” to him, without getting beat up
♡ if he were to tell anyone about all the horrible things people have said to him, or that go on in his head, it would be you
♡ bc not only does he trust you the most, you’d probably be the most likely to care and understand
♡ (he trusts iwa but he already knows hhh)
♡ (maybe my head is too far in fanon but i think hanamatsu would send him “emo ⛓“ edits or instagram quotes after/if oikawa told them he cried about not going to nationals)
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“i don’t know why people make up rumours like that.” oikawa stated while chewing on his fries, watery eyes anxiously shifting between you and the take-away bag that rested on the centre console. “it’s so stupid.”
“you’re totally right!” you rapidly nodded your head in agreement and said through a mouthful of fries, covering your mouth with your hand to at least maintain some manners, “who looks at a dude wearing two different kneepads and immediately thinks ‘oh shit that dude must have a fucked up knee?’. so weird.”
“so weird.” he sighed, placing a hand on his knee with a rather sulken expression, which fortunately didn’t last for very long as it was instantly pulled into a light smile as your hand slipped into his, intertwining your fingers while tracing patterns with his own fingers against his skin.
“i find whoever started that rumour, there gonna get one of these:” you started, and as oikawa turned his to observe your demonstration, he was almost striked in the face by your aggressive swinging, followed by giggles of “sorry!”
as he muttered “it’s okay” several times, he still laughed as you continued giggling and eventually found yourself hunched over from the painful bliss, with your face buried into his chest as he stroked your hair lightly.
“i’m sure that’ll put an end to them, (y/n). thank you.” you could tell by his tone that he was joking, but by the way he punctuated his final sentence with a gentle kiss to your forehead, you could tell there was some sincerity in his gratitude.
