for some reason, that’s the first thing that came into your mind to ask him when the both of you were dining out with your closest friends one fine evening.
blame it on the bit of alcohol that’s in your system, you’re tipsy and it made you become more straightforward than usual.
“i don’t get it,”
you mutter to yourself while suna rintarou lets his eyes stay on your face to look at your amusing expressions.
“you’re very boyfriend material. so why is it that you don’t have anyone you’re romantically involved with?”
as you mindlessly list down the good qualities you have seen in him in the many months of being his close friend, suna rubs his chin as he hums, thinking about his answer carefully. your stare went to his lips, unconsciously biting your bottom one and gulping. you’re feeling a bit thirsty.
“must be because the girl i like is quite oblivious about my affections for her.”
with widened eyes and a startled gasp, you egged him to carry on. you had no idea he was harbouring feelings for someone (which was ridiculous because you thought you were his friend and friends say these kind of things to each other right?).
so what if you were also eager to know who it was because you needed to find out who stole the heart of suna whom you’ve liked way before he had met you? you certainly wouldn’t pose any harm on the person. at the very least, you’d compare yourself to them every waking moment, throwing them secret glares whenever you have the chance to see them.
the man you were with chuckled softly and changed his position so his body would be facing you. he gives you yet another one of his intense gaze partnered with that lazy grin you’d come to love and made your breathing hitch.
“you would think she’d find it out quickly considering we’re close but i guess that’s just wishful thinking on my part.”
blinking several times, you had to process every word that he had just said as he was awaiting for your reply. he watches you open and close your mouth like a fish out of the water and controlled himself not to just pull you into him and make out with you,your friends be damned (he reasoned it was because he was slightly drunk that he was acting on impulse and having these thoughts)
you resisted the urge to scream and do something embarasssing in front of not only the guy you like but also in front of your friends and peers.
fanning yourself and breaking eye contact with him, you looked at your surroundings to see if anyone else was listening in on your conversation yet found no one. fortunately they were all too busy with partying.
you then stared back at him and dumbly pointed at yourself.
“are you talking about me?”
“hmmm…guess.”
you’re flushed, lightly intoxicated and it’s getting difficult for you to hide exactly how much you like this man in front of you. you never were much of a planner anyways, you’re more of a go with the flow kind of person.
“so umm i like you a lot, did you know that?”
he simply gives you a smile and leaned closer to you, cupping the back of your head and caressing your cheek adoringly.
“don’t you think it’s about time we both get romantically involved with someone?”
you could smell the cologne you’ve bought for him last time when he came closer.
suna could see you wearing the earrings he’d given you yesterday upon closer inspection.
you both admired each other as you sat completely still, afraid that whatever was happening right now is just some elaborate scam you’re mind conjured up. everything is unfolding so fast you can’t wrap your head around it.
the moment suna leaned more in your direction though with his nose brushing against yours, you forget all worries about the proper way this should’ve gone and cracked a toothy smile for him to see.
“we should do this whole confession thing again properly tomorrow.”
“whatever you want, (y/n).”
the last thing you saw before closing your eyes and feeling his lips work with yours was suna fondly gazing at you as if he had waited for this moment for a long time.
(you wouldn’t know until much later on that suna rintarou had been crushing on you longer than you have been crushing on him)
i wrote this quickly while i was sleep deprived haha
the first sound of your cries when he answers the phone he’s already running to wherever you are
doesn’t even register in his mind that he’s just in his pajamas and it’s freezing out
or that his slippers are in different pairs and he forgot that you live far away
he’ll be coming straight at you and be engulfing you in a tight hug
he’s worried and he wants to know what happened so he can figure out a way to cheer you up
“hey, everything’s going to be alright. i’m here sunshine, what’s wrong?”
BOKUTO KOUTARO
this huge endearing man will be crying with you when you seek him out
in this rare moments of your vulnerability, he will listen attentively to you and won’t talk or disrupt you
passes you the tissues when he sees you tearing up again or have snot falling down from your nose
he doesn’t think it’s gross!! his priority is your comfort and for you to be happy again!!
will shush you though if you ever say degrading stuff about yourself >:((
“just let it all out, baby. it hurts me too when you’re hurting. do you want to cuddle?”
MIYA ATSUMU
you better believe this man is out for blood
he will hold a grudge and be harbouring hatred because nothing should be allowed to make you cry — not even him
if you’re blaming yourself, he’ll make a point to make you realize how amazing and special you are in everyone’s eyes
he’s cradling you in his arms and whispering sweet nothings in your ear trying to help you relax
he’ll hold you close even when you’re fast asleep and snuggling on his chest
“my angel’s been through a lot, huh? we’ll handle it tomorrow. i want you to rest first.”
SAKUSA KIYOOMI
he’s awkward because he’s not exactly sure what he can do for you
so he’ll be sitting there beside you, your hands are intertwined together as he rubs your back soothingly
like bo, he’ll listen attentively to you but will give his insights about the situation (his advices are actually good you tend to remember and follow them)
when he sees you smile again albeit a tired one, he’s returning a small smile of his own
places a sweet kiss on your forehead and offers a piggyback ride
“let’s take a stroll around the neighborhood. it’ll take your mind off of things, my love.”
bonus:
MIYA OSAMU
his reactions are sometimes over the top that it makes you laugh and forget why you cried in the first place
he’ll be fussing over you and will be asking you if you’re okay repeatedly
prepares a small snack for you and takes out his stock of your favourite ice cream
insisting that you finish everything up and telling you he’ll make something much more delicious and nutritious for you tomorrow
lets out a relieved sigh when you say that you feel good and better already
“just list down what meals you want to eat. i’ll cook them all for you, darling.”
“eating instant ramen again, ken?” you throw out a rhetorical question at your boyfriend, who was preoccupied on the new game you noticed he downloaded on his phone some several nights ago.
he hums absentmindedly to acknowledge your unexpected yet welcomed presence in their living room — one of his parents must’ve let you in. kozume kenma wants to give you a hug (and maybe more) but right now he had to finish the level that he worked hard to reach that’s playing currently in his screen. he shaped up his character and enhanced their skills continuously throughout the week for this reason, and that was to beat the final boss so he could open a new chapter in the story.
“this is the third consecutive time you’ve eaten this, ken. are you not worried?”
“if it’s delicious, i don’t mind not being healthy.”
kenma hears you snort and sees you pick up the utensils and noodle cups he used to eat earlier. he instantly focuses on the battle when he hears his character take damage but resumed conversing with you.
“(y/n), don’t clean it up. i can do it myself after i finish this.”
“and wait until your mom sees this mess?”
“just let her scold me then.”
he’s not surprised when you don’t listen to his words and continue with fixing their kitchen table. he can see you moving a lot in his peripheral vision. you’re placing the dishes in the sink, putting the trash in the bin, wiping the surface from any mess and pulling your sleeves up to ready with washing.
“(y/n), i seriously won’t forgive you. i said, i’ll do it later.”
you notice kenma’s tone go lower, an apparent indication of a warning. it’s not as if it’s the first time he’s acting stern with you so you still paid him no mind. you know when he’s genuinely mad and this isn’t that.
“it’s okay, ken. no pressure! i’m doing this because i want to.”
when he doesn’t respond, you looked back to see him furrowing his eyebrows, expressing annoyance as he ruthlessly taps on his phone. you shrugged and then proceeded to wash the dirty plates and utensils. this goes on for a few minutes until you stopped when kenma groans in frustration.
“so uhmm i’m guessing you didn’t win?”
“…no.”
“well i’m sure you’ll succeed next time.”
he stands up from the couch and sluggishly went to you. in your peripheral vision you see your boyfriend giving you a deadpan look probably because you ignored what he just told you. you give him a closed eye smile and crunch your nose in hopes that he understands that you’re really fine with helping him with his chores plus you wanted kenma to think you were cute so he would let you off easily.
it seems to have worked because kenma positions himself behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burrowing his nose on your neck and inhaling the light perfume you know he likes on you.
“i don’t want you spoiling me too much…”
your boyfriend mumbles that you almost couldn’t catch what he had said (you can practically imagine that tiny pout he does). you laugh and playfully pushed him back with your weight as you replied,
“why? you scared you’ll be dependent on me and need me forever?”
“am not scared of that. i need you forever no matter what. just don’t want you to overwork yourself with things i can do on my own.”
it’s a great thing your boyfriend couldn’t see you, you swear you were making weird faces from the way you were stopping yourself from outright giggling. he takes calming intakes of air and exhales deeply, a telltale sign of him wanting to nap. as if on cue, kenma asks you if you’re done and you answered with a nod of your head.
he helps you dry your hands and led you to his room after. kenma made sure to massage your fingers when you both plopped down on his bed. you invite him in your arms knowing he favors being the little spoon when he’s exhausted from gaming too much. he leans more to you when you start untangling the small knots that formed in his hair and brushing it neatly.
you gaze at kenma’s face to see him begining to doze off. you booped his nose and he opens his eyes to gaze at you softly. you see him smile slightly and pushed himself up a bit so he can give the overdue welcome kiss he wanted to give you since the moment you came waltzing in their living room.
“i l-word you.”
kenma whispers when he parts from you. you couldn’t stop the giggle this time around as you rolled your eyes at him.
“you’re such a dork,”
you then cup his face and grin.
“but you’re my dork so i l-word you too.”
he recaptures your lips with his and for a moment, kenma figured tiredness can take him later.
he would relish first this precious bit with you.
notes— don’t actually know if kenma lives with both of his parents but for the sake of the fic he does
“what if i turned into a worm? would you still love me?”
“…..”
“i would be a handsome worm.”
“osamu! ‘tsumu is drunk again!!”
you hear said man groan in annoyance at his twin’s antics. he should’ve never left his brother alone in that reunion party.
why couldn’t osamu just peacefully spend time with his sister-in-law (you asked him to teach you a few dishes he knows and he without hesitation agrees) as well as play with his favorite baby nephew.
feeling quite guilty, you gave your apology to osamu for keeping his time and even needing his assistance to take care of this situation at the moment.
“nothing to be sorry about, (y/n). it’s not your fault this asshat of a husband of yours can’t control his drinking habits.”
you laugh light-heartedly at what he said meanwhile atsumu pouts and protests in the corner as he fiddles with the ends of his bangs.
“i am so not drunk…”
“you said you’d tone down the alcohol 'tsumu. i’m a bit dissaponted in you.”
he senses the seriousness in your tone despite how you make it seem playful. atsumu quickly goes to your side and gives you a side hug.
“great. can’t believe i have to witness him acting like this.”
osamu returns to the kitchen to begin cleaning up everything that you both have used at the same time placing the dishes you’ve managed to cook stored inside your refrigerator. he then directs his attention to his nephew who was busy watching a random cartoon on the television.
“hey, let’s brush your teeth.”
you give atsumu a few pats on the head (you’d let it pass this time), ushering him to get sober enough to help you tuck both your son in bed — a nightly routine you three love to partake in.
he silently lets you lead him to the sink for the bathroom is currently occupied by the other two. you tried asking about how his day went but he tells you he doesn’t remember much right now except for accepting the challenge to chug down so many bottles. you resisted the urge to pull his ear to reprimand him. even as a father he can still be a youngster. well, it’s not as if it wasn’t expected from miya atsumu.
it took half an hour before atsumu and you were able to convince your son to sleep. stepping out of the boy’s room, you two notice osamu casually laid on the sofa. when he does stare at you and his twin, he points at the kitchen. looking at it, you found it already nice and tidy.
“thanks for today, osamu.”
“anytime, (y/n).”
his brother only sends him a thumbs up, too stubborn to verbally praise the other. osamu rolls his eyes, stands up just to smack atsumu’s back which in turn results with the blonde screaming in anger.
since he knows you were there with him (and osamu was in his territory), atsumu wraps your arms around his waist so you were giving him a back hug and proceed to stick his tongue out. this without a doubt aggravates his twin more because of how childlike he was being.
“not the dog energy again. you should just bark instead of talking if you were one, don’t you think so? and stop using (y/n) for your immaturity!”
“says the guy who’s always wanting my son’s attention because he’s the only kid who likes you! yer just jealous i have a wife!”
you could only sigh and hope you’d be able to stop or at the least make them yell quieter (if they could do that) so they won’t wake your son or any neighbor up. you then realize the twins were now throwing phrases and words you couldn’t quite understand due to their kansai dialect.
