We haven’t been talking enough about this scene where Kageyama’s spatial awareness was on point.

Wait, did he just enter the zone?

Me everyday at work:

Love Story

Oikawa Tooru x Reader

: fluff, just fluff, time-skip

“Come on, (y/n)! Why are you so slow?” Oikawa whines, already standing at your shared apartment’s entryway. “Taylor Swift won’t wait for us. Move faster!”

It was your birthday a few days ago and Oikawa gifted you with VIP tickets to Taylor Swift’s concert because he knows how much of a big fan you are of her and her music. He’s lowkey a fan too. So here you are now, still at your place, an hour away from the expected starting time of the concert. At this point, you’re not sure whether Oikawa bought the tickets for you or for himself. He could be a bigger Swiftie than you are.

“Calm down, Swiftie. Taylor won’t care if you’re late.” You roll your eyes at him before putting on the shoes that completed your outfit. He stretches his hand out to you, asking you to hold his hand. You teasingly shake your head no and he pouts, leaving your apartment first.

You follow behind him laughing. After catching up to him, you wrap your arms around his torso and forced yourself between his armpits. “You smell good.”

“No. Stay away from me. You don’t want to hold me.” Oikawa looks away from you, dragging your body along with him to the elevator. You start sniffing his underarm and he laughs, giving in to your hold. He takes your hand and intertwines it with his. “Reject my hand again and you’ll never get to hold me ever.”

“You’ll be the one suffering if that happens,” you tell in a matter-of-fact tone and it’s his turn to roll his eyes. The elevator door opens at the parking lot and Oikawa suddenly runs, leaving you to stand there confused. “Is he that excited to see Taylor Swift?”

You walk painfully slow, wanting to make fun of him. But to your dismay, he doesn’t give a reaction to your unhurried manner. Entering the car, you notice how much more fidgety he has become. But you don’t pay much attention to it and register it as his excitement for the concert.

The car ride is unusually quiet. Oikawa isn’t singing along to the song, or even paying attention to the road. He’s staring at blank space and this almost leads you to an accident. “Tooru, red light!” He steps on the brake suddenly, almost throwing you off of your seat.

“Sorry, angel. I’m thinking about the concert already.” He fakes a chuckle and clasps your hand with his. You glare at him. “I’m sorry.” Oikawa takes the back of your hand on his lips, giving it small gentle kisses multiple of times.

“Ew, your saliva,” you joke and he lets go of your hand almost immediately. You smile, forcing your hand in his.

It has always been like this. Your relationship has always been the one with playful banters and endless teasing. People would often mistake you as best friends because of that. If it weren’t for his strong desire to hold you every moment, no one would have known about your relationship. But nothing’s wrong with being best friends, too. The two of you actually prefer it that way.

Noticing how cold his hand is, you set the air conditioning of the car to lowest level. His head whips at you in concern. “Do you feel cold, angel?”

“No. But I think you are. Your hand is cold,” you point out and he becomes silent again. Not long after, you arrive at Tokyo Dome. The place is packed, but thanks to Oikawa’s professional athlete status, which is already equal to a celebrity’s, you avoid the crowd and enter the dome efficiently.

The concert starts exactly when you arrive and you hear Oikawa mumbling behind you about how you could have been actually late if you moved any slower. You stick your tongue at him before focusing back on the stage.

You’re singing along to the songs and screaming on top of your lungs, but your boyfriend is too quiet. Too quiet for someone who has been reminding you about the concert ever since your birthday. Too silent for someone who flew to Japan just to go to this concert. Right then, you finally connect the dots.

“Are you feeling sick? Do you want to go home?” You say close to his ear so he can hear you through the crowd. Cold hands but feeling hot? Restless but silent? Definitely ill.

“I’m alright,” he whispers back at you, smiling at your reassuringly. Nodding, you turn around to focus on the artist on the stage.

A familiar guitar play starts and you shout excitedly, facing your boyfriend. “It’s our favorite song!”

We were both young when I first saw you…

“I close my eyes and the flashback starts, I’m standing there,” you sing along passionately. Oikawa’s hand land on your hips and sways alongs with your hips.

“It’s a love story-”

“Baby just say yes!” Oikawa sings loudly and from his chest. You chuckle before singing again. The hands on your hips start to tremble but you’re too focused on the song you don’t notice. Oikawa’s throat is dry and it’s definitely not from singing.

While you sing along in excitement, Oikawa becomes more nervous as the song progresses. He shouldn’t mess this up. He has been planning these for months now. He practiced this way more than enough. One wrong move and his plan will surely fail.

We keep quiet cause we’re dead if they knew so close your eyes…

Oikawa looks at his left and sees his friends a few seats away from the two of you, giving him thumbs up and mouthing, ‘you can do it’and‘go for it’. He checks at you to see if you’ve noticed them, which you haven’t so you sigh in relief.

He stares at your enjoying figure, and gets a peek of your lovely smile and glimmering eyes. The way the lights hit you so perfectly makes his heart beat faster. That’s enough to reassure him that it’ll end well no matter how his plan goes.

I got tired of waiting. Wonderin’ if you were ever comin’ around. My faith in you was fading. When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said…

This is it. He has to do it now.

You on the other hand is still singing alone, unaware of your boyfriend’s wariness. “Romeo, save me, I’ve been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come…”

Out of nowhere, he’s in front of you. Oh you surely can see him, but you’re not sure if you’re seeing him correctly. The one and only Oikawa Tooru is kneeling on one knee before you, a velvet box in hand, but you don’t even notice that because your eyes are glued on the shiny diamond ring.

Is this in my head? I don’t know what to think. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring, and said…

“Marry me, (Y/N).”

injured

the characters in question: kiyoomi sakusa, atsumu miya

warnings:mentions of hospitals, injuries, a car accident, sport injuries

kiyoomi sakusa

• it wasn’t even his fault, that’s what pained him the most on his way to the ER
• it was a driving accident, and he’s an excellent driver
• someone was just driving drunk while he was coming back home from practice
• and he knew he should be extremely thankful that he managed to avoid most of the crush, yet still, not only did his beloved car got- damaged, to say at least, but he was just so mad 
• The paramedics talked with him, as they were supposed to, but when they asked what did he do in life and he said he’s a pro volleyball player, the scared look their faces freaked him out even more
• “Anyone you want to contact?” they asked, and he nodded, mumbling your contact information. 
• Got even more scared when he heard your voice on the line, but would he ever show? Of course not. 
• As it turned out, his arm was broken in a really nasty place, and the wound was open, so he had to sign papers for an operation 

“I’m really fine, Y/N, can you just not make it a big deal and ask for the release on demand papers?” he whined in a weak voice, staring at your back, as you were glancing out the window in his room, as if you were searching something in the city’s night sky. 

You were staying terribly silent. 

“I’m not going to beg, you know, I’m asking for help but I’m perfectly capable of doing so myself, watch me” he said in an aggresive manner, taking the the bedsheets off and searching for some sort of shoes to wear. At that moment he tried to lift himself up from the bed and hissed when the broken arm touched the bedframe. It made you turn around. 

“Lay down you big baby” you said in the most demanding manner you could, trying to stop silent tears flowing from your eyes before facing him, but judging from his expression, you failed. 

You sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting the blanket back on, still not willing to lift your eyes. 

His mind got hazy with worry as he studied your busy figure, and voice suddenly refused to leave his throat. 

“It wasn’t my fault, you know” he mumbled in his defense “No need to be angry with me” 

“I know it wasn’t” you replied, softer than before. “That’s why I’m worried” you lifted your gaze to meet his, making his heart drop at the sight of your teary eyes. 

“I was… trying not to focus on that right now, you know?” he started to play with the material of the blanket with his other hand. “Though it was the very first thing I thought about when I saw my arm bleeding”

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused, noticing the nervous behaviour. 

“Well, didn’t you mean volleyball?” he asked, his voice breaking in the middle “I don’t want to find out I can’t play… yet” at this point you were sure his fingers weren’t just playing, but visibly trembling. “You know” he said with a bittersweet smile “I don’t have any other plan, and I’m already too stressed today to be given an information that a minor shithead on the road may actually ruin—”

You gently touched his hand, making him stop spiraling, and loosely wrapped your pinky around his. 

“I’ve already know the answer to that. You just need to let it grow back together, and you’ll be back to playing in no time. Besides, we’re off season, right? Who else would be able to catch up in two or three months of practice if not you?” you smiled brightly at your surprised boyfriend, his eyes visibly lighting up after he heard you say that. 

“Did you hear that from the doctor?”

“Well, I didn’t make it up, did I?” you giggled, noticing the slight smile on his lips, but it disappeared soon after. 

“What’s wrong, then?”

“Oh, nothing, just… I was worried for you for a second” you whispered, somehow embarrassed, making him raise an eyebrow. 

“But didn’t they tell you immediately what happened exactly?”

“They did, just… made me realize how easy it would be to…” you stopped, and turned away, not wanting to burden him with your own emotions. 

Nevertheless, he caught up in what was going on, and patted a seat closer to him on the bed, so you’d move there, gently hugging you with one arm after you did. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t even promise you anything, it’s just that things happen sometimes, and you can’t do anything about it.”

“Keep talking like that, and I won’t let you leave the house again.”

He laughed a bit.

“Look, I can say that I’m never gonna let anyone and anything make me hurt you, leave you, or make you cry. Got it?” 

“How can you—”

“Got it?”

“Got it.”

atsumu miya

• boy was he pissed off 
• it was such a big match
• and sorry not sorry, he didn’t consider the other setter a perfect match for his standards
• nevertheless, the match was put on break for a minute, and his teammates gathered around him as he laid flat on the stretcher, the paramedics somewhere around 
• what happened, you might ask?
• he had no idea what Hinata did while Ushijima was serving, but he somehow made much noise in the background, as if he fell, or something, Atsumu didn’t remember correctly, but it made him turn around
• it made him turn around in the exact same moment Ushijima finally hit the ball 
• and needless to say, the ball soon after hit the back of Atsumu’s head. 
• he remembered a sharp pain for a second, and then, from what he was told, he passed out 
• after he woke up, he felt terrible, yet kept insisting that he can play, because nothing mattered more than winning against the Adlers, right?
• well his teammates, coach, and the paramedics that were already called for had a different view on the subject 
• as well as you, his s/o, who still didn’t get to get through the crowd by the stands 

“Fuck, Atsumu, how much does it hurt?” he heard Sakusa ask, making him open his eyes and give him a tired smile. 

“Awh, you used my first name, I might cry” 

His teammate rolled his eyes. 

“You scared the shit out of me, you idiot. Who in their right mind turns around on serves?” he scolded the blond man with a serious look on his face, but Atsumu couldn’t find it in himself to care. 

That is, until he heard your voice shouting his name, that’s when he got a bit scared. 

You were soon by his side, a worried look in your eyes, as your fingers ran through his sweaty hair. 

“Hi darling” he said with a smug smile on his face, but the wet trail under his eyes and pale condition informed you about his true state. “No need to worry, I’m fine, they’re all overreacting”  

“Y/N, please tell your boyfriend that as much as we hate his dumb ass sometimes, no one wants him to suffer from an untreated concussion, so if he would just shut up and do as the medics tell him, that would be great” Kiyoomi sighed, and you nodded, looking at Atsumu and pointing to the tall spiker. 

“He’s right baby, you need to be smart about this” 

Atsumu finally gave up and accepted that he won’t be playing tonight. 

“Since you like to brag about your service aces, win it for me, will ya?” he asked, while the paramedics already started to move him to the ambulance outside. 

“Well we can’t promise any—”

“We will, Tsumu!” Bokuto yelled, covering Sakusa’s mouth, to his pure digust. 

You went with him to the ambulance, and as soon as the door closed behind the both of you, you noticed a change of attitude on Atsumu’s face. 

“Are you feeling okay?” you asked, but since he didn’t respond, you brought a hand to his face to make him turn to you. 

“Yea, yeah I’m just a tiny bit… dizzy.” he explains, words blurring together as he pushes his face against your hand. 

“Dizzy? You should’ve mentioned that earlier, Tsumu, this can be really serious!” you started to worry, but realized that’s not gonna help in any way. 

“A bit, I’m a little tired, you know?” he said in a weak voice, smiling gently. 

“Shh, hey, focus on me, alright? If you fall asleep, I’ll have to tell the medics. Keep your eyes open for me”

“Y/N, I got hit by a ball, I’m not bleeding to death” he laughed, but you could clearly see the fear in his eyes, he absolutely despised hospitals, and both of you were painfully aware of that fact. 

“Just do as I tell you, or I’ll freak out” 

“Alright alright, you weirdo” he sighed, focusing his eyes on your face. The smile slowly fading away as he kept thinking about the match he was missing currently. 

“They’ll win” you whispered “They’re strong enough on their own” you kept calming him, pushing his hair out of his face, your touch relaxing his mind a bit. 

“That’s what I’m afraid of”

sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader fluff

 cw: the reader has a little sibling, i hope nobody minds, there’s one line of very slightly implied nsfw, you won’t even notice

meant for kiyoomi’s birthday! happy b-day to my favorite boy <3 

one of the first things you’ve learnt about your boyfriend, even before your relationship started, is that he rarely shared personal information with anyone. he’d go as far as put up a fake birthday on his social media to avoid the awkward wishes and tons of yet another gifts from fans he so didn’t like going through. apart from that, there was a lot of weird things going on with birthdays, in his opinion: for instance people automatically thinking about zodiac sign or assuming other things, insisting to have a party, (a surprise one was his biggest nightmare) and a whole lot of other stuff he found appalling.

so it was just simply easier to say his birthday is “mid november” and get on with his life as if he didn’t just straight up lie. and truth be told, many times had you heard that “oh, in summer” or “right before christmas” before you got to know the truth. it wasn’t that easy on its own, but ever since his first little white lie, you knew he wasn’t true with you, and kept insisting, until he finally pulled you to the side and told you his real date of birth, the one only komori, atsumu, and, as he used to say, “unfortunately” his family knew.

march 20th was the date, and since you wanted to tease him, a grin appeared on your face before you mumbled “so a pisces, huh?” and earned a glare so cold and deadly, you visibly shivered before apologizing.

the next thing you learned about him and his birthday, was that he was picky about gifts. which went well with that “i’m an old fashioned gentleman” facade, because he could just say “oh, you don’t have to buy me anything. your company will be enough” with a slight smile he’d practice for years, and people thought he was just being humble and polite. spoiler alert: he wasn’t. he just didn’t want to deal with his own pickiness, and explaining to people what precisely would he like to get was too much trouble, and took away the magic of it even for someone as blunt as kiyoomi sakusa.

it’s not like birthdays were such a big deal for him, anyway, he didn’t need any gifts or parties to celebrate the fact that he just got one year older. what was so fun about that? but like the pain in the arse you were, you kept asking him what he wanted for the occassion way before he asked you out, and he hated it, but not more than he hated the way his heart jumped at the possibility of getting something you spent your time on. 

the first year of your friendship, you got to know the basic thing: omi doesn’t like gifts. gifts make him uncomfortable, he didn’t know what to say, how to act, what to do with it… does he open it right then and there, or wait, but why would he immediately thank someone if he doesn’t even open it? schroedinger’s cat: if he doesn’t open it, it might as well be thin air inside the box.

it was confusing, and weird. you also learnt that it was all caused by the fact that no one was in the house to celebrate young omi’s birthday back in his childhood days, since his parents were working and his siblings long away in college, so he just assumed it was a holiday to be overlooked and not dwelled too much on, and got so used to it, that now it bothered him to be in the center of attention for once. 

the third thing you learnt that year: it was almost impossible to find him a good enough gift, at least from your perspective. you spent literal hours at the store, looking at the different things he might’ve wanted, but nothing caught your eye. you called all his friends, yet he hadn’t mentioned the thing he’d like to anyone, not even komori. so you decided you’d go with instinct and remembered one cold morning when he showed up to practice grumpier than usual, and when he was asked what’s wrong, he answered:

“i woke up late and didn’t have time to make coffee”, half mumbling, half actually speaking, eyes too tired to be annoyed, legs slowly sweeping one before another as if he was forced to come here. And that’s where you got your idea. 

His first birthday with you, being his 21st, had started terribly, because it was wishes from his family. He’d told you multiple times he’d rather have them forget that send those copied off the internet lines that mean less than a “go fuck yourself” 

later on atsumu insisted or telling everyone and it took poor omi more than twenty minutes to convince him not to, and as both the setter and the spiker weren’t in their top moods nor form, MSBY lost a match they had that day. so all he wanted to do march 20th 2017 when he came home was to lay flat on his couch and play with his dog’s fur while watching a crappy TV show. he most definitely didn’t expect you sitting in front of his apartment’s door, tired, almost asleep. 

he sighed, approching you and slightly nudging your foot with his, making you shake your head and look up. 

“you’re back!” you said with a smile, and he raised an eyebrow. 

“and you look like a homeless person” he responded upsentmindedly, avoiding you to reach the door lock. only after you got up did he see a small package you held behind your back. “it’s not a right day to be celebrating me, y/n” he added, opening his apartment’s door and letting you in with a hand gesture. you went inside, not for the first time ever, but every time the feeling was the same, intimidating and cold. 

“why do you think that?” you said, taking off your shoes and putting them on a rack, and turning around to see him navigate you to the bathroom. you placed your bag and the gift on the floor before following his steps. 

“didn’t you see the match? i fucked up big time” he chuckled ironically, looking at himself in the mirror, and you could witness the disappointment and anger in his eyes. 

“so every time you guys win and you get the credit, you say that volleyball is a team sport, but if you loose, suddenly it’s your fault?” you smirked, but to your surprise he nodded. 

“precisely”. 

“well, regardless, it’s a minor set back. you’re still the best they make” you tried to cheer him up, but only received an eye roll in return. “aaaand, you’re a birthday boy today!”

“don’t remind me” he sighed, walking over to the kitchen to see what he can make for dinner for himself and his uninvited guest, meanwhile you grabbed your gift and walked up right behind him, tapping his shoulder lightly. 

“happy 21″ you whispered, a slight, soft smile on your lips, as you handed him the package. he looked at you with a tired look in his eyes. 

“you know i’m not the biggest fan of gifts” 

“just open it, grumpy face” you whined, and he gently took it from you, placing it on the counter and carefully unwraping it, to see a thermal mug. he sent you a questioning look, before you explained “you were complaining about not having enough time to drink coffee before leaving, right? well now you don’t have to drink it before leaving” 

there was silence for a long while before he looked up from the mug and gave you the softest smile you’ve ever seen. “that’s so thoughtful of you” he said, and laughed a tiny bit, probably to cover his emotion, which obviously didn’t work “thank you.”

omi likes thoughtful gestures. 

over the second year of your friendship, as he and his career gained more recognition from the public, he was “forced”, as he’d reffer to it, to share such a personal information that is his birthday date. the managers always claimed that it’s not a big deal, that it’s just gonna be added to the oficial page and his wikipedia, but judging from the amount of gifts atsumu, bokuto and hinata always received, he had his reason to doubt that. 

and as it turned out, he was right. 

because starting from march 10th, his personal mailbox as well as the oficial MSBY’s mailbox has been FLOODED with different things that he really had no energy to go over. and so, he invited one of his best friends to help. 

so it was late at night on march 19th, and you were both sitting on the floor of his apartment, a mess of ripped wrapping paper all around you, loads of different stuff laying on the table, as you still had a lot of things to open. 

“what even is the point in sending presents to someone you’ve never met? i mean less to them than their neigbour’s dog and yet i’m the one getting gifts? this is messed up” he kept on complaining, opening another package. 

“it’s called being famous, sakusa-kun. you mean very much to people you’ve never met, because your journey to where you are now inspires them to keep going on their path until they reach their dreams” you said with a smile, confident it’ll ease his worries, but it didn’t. 

“don’t know if i consider being in the Jackals my dream, though”

“you mean, you don’t think being a key player in a division one team is not a dream come true?” you asked, shocked. 

“no, no, of course i think it is, i’d never thought i’d reach this far, but, there’s more things to be done, it’s not like i’m an accomplished person just yet” 

that, you found interesting. 

“really? than what are your dreams, sakusa?” you asked in a low voice, eyes fixed on his face, as he focused on reading a letter in his hands. 

“national team” he murmured “MVP, a golden medal, a legacy that goes beyond just me” he opened up as if it was nothing, as if he was talking about his grocery list “but that all wouldn’t mean a thing if i were there alone, though. i’ve received plenty awards and mvp’s over the few years that i played, but i guess what would really matter, and make everything else worth remembering, would be… having someone be proud of me, i guess”

you felt your heart getting soft and fuzzy at the confession, wanting to respond, before he handed you the note he was silently reading. 

“this is a poem, y/n, a POEM! what the hell, i don’t even understand what’s going on there” he whined, throwing his head back to rest on the couch seat, as you giggled, reading the note. 

“it’s nice” you said in a high-pitched tone, pushing down a laugh. 

“it’s too… sophisticated” he uttered, looking at you, a tired look in his eyes. “that’s my mother’s thing, to be sophisticated, i like simpler wishes, they’re easier to believe” 

omi doesn’t like fancy words.

you nodded, but before you could say anything, your phone rang, and both of you looked at the screen. the hour on display marked midnight, and as the alarm ranged, the words “omi’s b-day!!!” appeared on the screen. he smiled subconsciously, noticing how you always address him as “sakusa” or “sakusa-kun” but the notif in your phone stated “omi”. 

“looks like it’s the 20th already, birthday boy” you grinned, turning off the alarm. 

“don’t call me that, what am i, six or something?” 

you decided to ignore the comment, and smiled at him warmly before speaking, almost under your own breath:

“happy 22, sakusa. i wish you only to be here to hear me say happy 23 next year. and say so with pride.”

his eyes appeared foggy and glossy, but it was probably fault of poor lighting and tiredness. 

“why stop at 23?” he asked, before standing up, and offering you his hand to pick you up, too. 

omi likes very real wishes. 

over the third year of your friendship you became very close. ever since that night on his living room floor, both of you couldn’t wrap your minds about anything other than each other. neither of you oblivious idiots found out what it was about, but day after day and month after month it was harder and harder to spend time apart. 

before he could notice, sakusa always tried to find you in the crowd before serving, and that’s how he always used up most of his time. once, he even heard ushijima complain “how much longer are you going to take? be a man and beat me without your good luck charm!” 

his good luck charm, huh?

you kinda liked the sound of that. 

you also found yourself texting him every random thought that came to your head, sending pictures of everything, becasue you wanted to share as much of your life as possible, meeting up whenever you could and facetiming whenever you couldn’t. 

it all started to go downhill when atsumu, bokuto and hinata started noticing. noticing the way he’d smile at his phone, the way he’d wink, smile, tease, joke, speak, even the way his eyes wondered when left unfocused, and a dreamy look covered his vision. 

and they started to tease, and joke, and make his life all more difficult, just because “omi has a crush!”

because he didn’t. right? he didn’t have a crush on you, for sure, and it only annoyed him, how childish they were about it, how insufferable. they got on his nerves so bad that he stopped responding to all the messages, stopped smiling, joking around, and all, just to prove his point, 

his point he knew was no longer standing. 

and so atsumu would ask, after one of their practices, “hey omi, is your lucky charm picking you up? some birthday dinner, maybe?” he’d nudge his side with an elbow, raising his eyebrows. 

“i don’t know” he mumbled “and stop calling them that”. the brunette kept looking for something in his bag, just to avoid atsumu’s tiring, curious glance. 

“fine then, how about your significant other?” he continued teasing. it’s not like sakusa would hate that scenario, of course he wouldn’t, yet his mind kept spiraling - what if you came in and heard that? what if you assumed he was calling you that behind your back?

what if you didn’t feel the same?

“stop butting in my relationships for once, miya! how many times am i supposed to tell you i’m not in any way romantically involved with them? i don’t even like them that much!” he lied, straight in his best friend’s face, fed up with all the jokes and smirks behind his back, and judging from atsumu’s shocked expression, and the color running away from his face, it worked. 

“what, don’t you have anything to say to me now?” he kept going, before atsumu shook his head, and pointed behind kiyoomi’s back wordlessly. the spiker raised an eyebrow, turning around to see you, in the flash, eyes wide open, a tiny little package in your hands, wrapped so neatly in colorful paper, with a little bow tie at the top. 

even from a distance he could already half see, half imagine tears prickling your eyes before you smiled sadly, dropped the box from your hand and let it fall to the floor, and began walking out of the gym room. 

“no, no no, y/n, wait!” he started shouting out, but your ears seemed deaf to his pleas, as he ran up to the door you just walked through, leaving atsumu alone, but with a condescending smile. 

“i don’t like them that much my ass, omi-kun” he whispered to himself before walking over to grab his things. 

meanwhile sakusa ran out to the reception room of the stadium, but as it turned out, it was filled with fans waiting for them all to come out, so they could wish him happy birthday, and it seemed impossible to get through the crowd and reached you, especially considering you were already at the exit door. 

he looked around himself and noticed all the people, how many of them were there, and how close to him, and got paralyzed in place, wanting to move, or disappear, that’d be for the best, and yet he couldn’t even move one foot. 

soon enough he felt a hand on his shoulder, guiding him back inside, his savior apologizing to the public.

“sorry guys, we have one more thing to go through! he’ll be out shortly” atsumu laughed off, before closing the door and handing omi the gift you left. 

the spiker mindlessly opened it, only to find out a spotify code inside, put in between a glass frame. he took out his phone from the bag and scanned it with his app, gasping audiably when the page loaded. 

lay back in the arms of someone by smokie showed up on his screen, and a smile crawled up his lips before he remembered how badly he fucked this up a second ago. 

he narrowed his eyebrows before looking up to find the blond setter’s eyes. 

“atsumu” his friend’s eyes widened in surprise upon hearing his first name, instead of surname “is there a back exit from here?” 

atsumu miya smirked. 

“bet ya there is, mr i-fucked-up-big-time” he answered, theatrically offering his hand, before taking the lead. 

you on the other hand, came home peacefully, although hot tears were streaming silently down your cold cheeks as you entered the apartment’s door and looked at the calendar, showing the date of march 20th. in a sudden wave of aggression you ripped it off, knowing that there’s nothing to be so pressed about: he had no duty of feeling the same way towards you, why would you even expect it?

you went on with your day, ordering takeout for dinner, snuggling up on your couch and rewatching a series, not granting your thoughts access to yourself, and it was really going well, until you heard the doorbell ring. 

“nobody’s home” you yelled, assuming it was either atsumu or bokuto on their way to cheer you up, and they’ll probably let themselves in as soon as they hear your voice, but that didn’t happen. instead, the doorbell kept on ringing. “ugh, just come in!” 

they didn’t come in, so you lifted yourself off the couch and walked over to the door, opening it and gasping a tiny bit when instead of your dumbass friends holding McDonald’s you saw a one hundred and ninety two centimeters tall figure of a man, struggling to catch his breath, leaning on your doorframe, his black coat unbuttoned, cheeks red, eyes puffy and hair in a mess, not even gelled into place as they always are. 

“can i help you?” you asked in a cold manner, voice sending daggers into his poor, confused heart, as he finally looked up to meet your glance, an apologetic look in his eyes when he tried to form a sentence. 

“i think i can… no, way, i think i might…” he kept struggling, to which you only rolled your eyes, waiting for the continuation of that sentence. 

“spit it out, sakusa” you stated, sending shivers down his spine with how annoyed you seemed. 

yeah, spit it out, sakusa, he thought to himself before taking a breath and finally speaking up correctly:

“i think i might be in love with you.” 

your eyes widened for a second as you tried to find evidence of honesty in his expression, tone, voice, because you definitely didn’t believe his words. 

his heart dropped when you scoffed. 

“i don’t need your pity” 

that’s when it hit him:

omi doesn’t like to spend his birthday without you. you make it not only bearable, but fun. 

in fact, he never wanted to spend it without you again. and as that realization made it’s way into his brain, he caught you closing your door. 

“i respect you too much to pity you” he spat out as he placed his hand in between the door and the frame, making you unable to close it, even if you wanted to. 

and there was the honesty you looked for. 

“then why—” you started to wonder, but he shook his head before interrupting, a helpless look across his face.

to lay back in the arms of someone

“i’m afraid of… of this, okay? i’m afraid of falling in love, if this is any explanation for you. it’s like… you make me feel as if i’m on the top of the world” he laughed nervously, making you raise your eyebrows, before continuing “and it’s fucking scary to imagine falling from that high” 

you give in to the charms of someone

his glance wondered all over your face to find crumbs of understanding, scared you’d laugh his confession off, a grimace of worry replacing the insecure smile painting his lips, and he was just one step away from shouting “i’m telling the truth!” at you, but you cut him off by opening your door fully, and welcoming him inside with a warm smile on your lips, and a reassuring sentence on your tongue.

happy 23rd, kiyoomi

“i think i might love you back”

omi likes feeling loved. 

the next year flew by on both of you pushing each other’s limits, challenging each other like the both of you always needed, being there for each other, finding out how nice it feels to have someone there. it was coming home with a sore throat after a night of yelling “one more point, omi-omi!”. it was carefully intertwining your pinkies together while shopping without even realizing. it was awkward dates, because the label “date” always changes the atmosphere. it was taking weird selfies, it was having to part for out-of-town games and facetiming from hotel rooms. it was butterflies in the stomach and a ball of fluff in mind. 

it was everything. 

the first year of your official relationship flew by in no time, kiyoomi finding new joy in his birthday since now it was really a day to be remembered, marking your anniversary. 

and just as you got home to his apartment after dinner, ready to unpack all the fanmail once again, the janitor of the building stopped you. 

“sakusa-san, there was a flower delievery for you” he sighed, going towards a locked shelf and coming back with a bouquet, at which kiyoomi stared for a whole five seconds before you decided to take it. 

“thank you for taking care of it” he muttered with a slight bow, you pushing him to go up the stairs. “who’s it from?” he’d ask you a minute later, halfway through the staircase. 

“don’t you wanna check yourself?” you asked, but he frantically shook his head. 

“check it for me, please”

omi doesn’t like flowers.

you nodded wordlessly before checking a card. 

“well if i’m not mistaken this is your surname” you furrowed, struggling to read the handwriting. in your defense, the kanji for “sakusa” are quite complicated. 

he looked over at the text before admitting “yeah, that’s from my aunt, she insists on sending those ever since i got into MSBY” he finally got to his door to unlock it “kinda sad how she didn’t even bother writing a text before” he chuckled, making you want to throw the flowers away. 

you knew he considered them worthless if that’s the story behind the nice gesture. 

the apartment door remained opened, but he didn’t enter, you almost stumbled over him, focusing on the note, and glanced over to see what caught him attention and prevented him from going inside. 

“this is your surname, for a change” he stated, showing you a buffy envelope over his shoulder, but didn’t let you take it when you tried. instead he opened it himself, a neatly wrapped package inside, with a note at the top:

i wore glowes making it! i swear!

there was a typo in gloves, and the writing style could use a little work on it, but that didn’t affect kiyoomi at all, as he was hypnotized with his package after noticing your surname on it. he carefully opened it, to find a keychain, made from cubes, as the ones used in different boardgames, on every one there was a letter or a number, together forming the writing “kiyoomi 15″ with a heart at the end. it was all on a black string, and almost shined with how many times it was wiped before sending. after holding it in his hand for a while, he noticed another card at the bottom of the package, taking it out and reading out loud:

“please take care of my sibling. happy 24th!” he uttered in sheer amazement, as he grazed his fingers over the delicate ornament, before wordlessly going inside the apartment. 

you followed him, closing the door behind you, worried about his reaction about your little sibling’s present, only to find him crouching before his couch, his training bag laying there as he tried to attach the keychain to the it’s zipper, smiling when he managed to do so. 

before he got to turn around to face you, you managed to take a photo of him smiling at the newest addition to his training gear, and send it to your family with a caption:

omi likes personalized stuff. 

over all the years of knowing kiyoomi, you’ve learnt so much about him, his life, his habits, everything. you knew him inside and out, and so he knew you. you’re laughing at your confusion and fear while you were buying his first birthday gift, as you sit on the floor in your shared apartment, plotting his 25th, biggest yet gift, as if he isn’t about to walk through the door, coming back from practice. 

it’s almost ridiculous, how you struggled, wondering if he’d even like a gift, when right now you have a whole list in mind:

although omi doesn’t like gifts, he likes little thougtful gestures. he doesn’t like fancy big words, but likes real, honest wishes he can really take to heart. he doesn’t like spending his birthday without you, he likes feeling love, doesn’t like flowers, but does like his gifts personalized and touching. 

you realize all the moments in your relationship made you know his every emotion and expression, but you’ve never seen your precious boyfriend cry, ever. 

and you decide to change that. 

you’re gonna make him something that’s gonna mask all the memories of his birthday being forgotten, walked pass by, pushed into the back, and not properly celebrated. that’s gonna outshine every single gift he’s ever got. that’s gonna make him so happy, he’ll cry.

an idea pops into your head as you get a pen and start writing. 

dear kiyoomi,

_______

“dear kiyoomi” you get to hear him say a couple of nights later, he reads it out on your plea, with a smile across his lips, as you, atsumu, bokuto, meian and hinata, as well as omi’s older siblings and komori and osamu sit at the table, a cake and two traces of his favorite cupcakes are taking all the space possible.

omi’s voice is colored with a couple of glasses of wine, so it’s easier to him to relax and genuinely grin at the paper as he’s reading, all part of your plan. 

“when i first met you, the first thing i found out is that you’re a private person. not that i was freaked out or anything, but you did have, and probably you still do, a heavy aura around you that may have flustered me a tiny little— a tiny little bit? smiles, your hands literally shivered” he stopped to comment, making you roll your eyes at him.

“zip it and keep reading, birthday boy”

“… a tiny little bit, i agree. nevertheless, the first thing i actually felt, was that you striked my soul as someone weird. thanks, baby” he interrupted again, but you urged him to keep reading. “… weird in a way that made me feel like i’ve never felt before, the kind of safe and terrified at the same time. terrified of what, you might ask? well, kiyoomi, here i’d like to quote you. you once told me that me loving you is like i had the power to break you, and you loving me back was like giving me a map with all the points to strike at. well if that’s the definition of love we’re going for here, than i not only give you a map, i’ll grant you a whole GPS. the trust you put in me every day to not take advantage of what you’ve given me is inspiring, and hence, i surrender every single point of ressistance i’ve held against you, i’m yours to snap at a wish, and trusting you that you won’t do it is something i can spend my life believing in.” 

at this point kiyoomi had to stop and take a deep breath and a sip of his wine before continuing, clearing his throat a bit, chocking back his emotion. 

“… throughout my years by your side, i’ve memorized everything there is to memorize about you and gifts. you generally aren’t a fan, but you like them carrying a lot of thought, dedication, you like them meant exactly to you and to you only. you don’t want pointless blabbing and overused sentences, you enjoy sincerity. you need love radiating from them in order to truly acknowledge them as something special. now, the last thing i know is that you don’t like flowers, but i hope you won’t be too angry with me and with what i’ve prepared for you. enjoy, signed, your smiles” he finished, looking up at you, already moving towards the counter, grabbing a bouquet from behind it. 

he watched in amazement as you handed it to him, taking it in his hands, realizing that- 

it was a bouquet of origami flowers. 

“please, y/n, this is so—” he tried to find the right words, but once again, nothing came to mind as he watched your careful work from every side possible. 

“shh, there’s a special thing to them” you explained, sitting back in your seat, exactly in a straight line from him, watching every single change in his expression as he tried to find what you meant. 

he realized every flower had a little card sticking out from it’s center, and pulled the first one, the closest one to him. 

“the first reason i love you” he read in a weak voice, chuckling nervously again before he found the courage to read it out loud “you make me feel protected” 

he looked up at you with such a gentle and caring note in his eyes that you almost didn’t want to encourage him to keep reading it, but you did. 

“two. you don’t smile too much” after that he raised an eyebrow, but read the next one “three. …but when you do, you outshine the sun itself. four. you memorized my coffee order within the first two times we’ve been to a caffee. five. you got supplies to redo my coffee order without going to the— hey i swear i didn’t mean anything bad by it!” 

“that’s literally the reason they love you for, idiot” atsumu laughed, urgining him to keep reading with a hand gesture. “come on, this is adorable”

“six. you have a playlist with songs that remind you of me. yes, i know this, omi, we share a spotify account. seven. you claim you don’t like interacting with people, but let a little girl propose to you with a cereal ring in the park.”

“this is too cute, omi is a softie” bokuto whined, hiding his face in his hands, but sakusa only slapped them off. 

“am not. eight. you keep a mental score of all the times you won over ushijima. nine. you take way too much pride in beating atsumu in service aces”

“true that!” atsumu shouted, hiding behind his glass. 

“ten” sakusa shook his head. “you don’t enjoy PDA, yet gave me the kiss of the century when i met your mother, just to annoy her. eleven. your childhood photos are too cute. twelve. you blasted hopelessly devoted to you the morning after we— i’m not reading that, idiot!” he half laughed half whined, in a high-pitched voice. 

“omi-san knows how it’s done, apparently” hinata wheezed, komori accompanying him. 

“did i ask?” he rolled his eyes and went back to picking lines from the flowers. “thirteen, you tug the corner of my sleeves when you’re stressed in public. fourteen, you have me saved in your phone as your good luck charm. fifteen. you put my head on your chest when i can’t sleep at night, to calm me down. sixteen. you make me laugh when i’m sad. seventeen. you almost never intent to make me laugh, yet always do. eighteen. you always make sure i’m carrying all the emergency items all me at all times. nineteen. you make me call you when i get home from a party, if you aren’t there to pick me up. twenty, you always insist on picking me up from wherever i am, because you’re worried about me. i mean yeah, what kind of a boyfriend would i be if i weren’t?” he genuinely asked, half of the guest shaking their heads. 

“come on, five more to go, you adorable, clueless idiot” motoya pat his back and looked over his shoulder to see your careful handwriting, before sakusa hid the message from him. 

“twenty one. you make me not worry about my future. twenty two, you try to do all your little morning rituals in advance when you leave, so i don’t miss you too much. i still do. twenty three, you’re never afraid to be bluntly honest with me. twenty four, you always ask if you can hug me when i’m low or crying. and twenty five—” he stopped more suddenly than anywhere before, eyes visibly watering before he dropped his head down and his it in his arms. 

“what’s on there?” several guys asked over themselves, as omi kept laughing slightly, hiding tears in the sleeves of his fitted shirt. 

“you’re gonna be the death of me” he murmured into the material, making everyone laugh, including you, who decided to walk over to him and hug him, resting your head on his, taking advantage of the fact that he was sitting and you could reach it. 

after a moment of weakness, he showed his red and slightly puffy face, two trails of tears fitting his smiling expression as he struggled to say 

“twenty five. you make me prouder and prouder every day.” he kept laughing through his tears, really trying to hide his emotion and failing miserably. “you really did try to make me cry on my birthday, didn’t you?” he looked up to you still embracing him. 

“i suppose i did”

“well then, i’m gonna outshine you” he said, shifting in his seat in order to get up, wiping the last remains of tears from his face. 

“what do you mean?” you asked, met with his confident smirk. 

“you’re gonna see in a bit, trust me” he huffed, dusting off his pants’ material on the knee level, and reaching over to his pocket, in his hand a tiny, little box. 

with a little more than an origami flower. 

haikyuu!! characters and you making a playlist reminding you of them

featuring: sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu, suna rintarō and kageyama tobio 

kiyoomi

• you left to make some tea, and left your phone in the room
• it’s not like he was swooping through it! it was connected to a speaker so you didn’t turn it off, so you can easily change music
• a song he really hates came on, so he decided to change it
• he picked up a phone and realized, he doesn’t even know what to play
• “what if I play something they won’t like” and all the dumb anxious thoughts started to flow through his mind
• so he decided to play something from YOUR playlists! he’ll find something he likes, and it’ll be obvious you like the song, since it’s on your playlist. genius plan, right?
• he started sliding the playlists until he found something that caught his attention
• the title being a lyric from the song “Loverman” by Rick Montgomery
• he entered it, thinking nothing in particular, but the caption below the title!
• it said “I just miss my boyfriend, okay?”
• wait… what? his brain didn’t process this correctly for a second
• it felt so illegal to look through the songs in there, they seemed so private
• he honestly felt the urge to put the phone down
• but then he saw the most cheesy song he could think of
• song being “18” by One Direction
• you didn’t even listen to that band from what he recalled, yet it was there and he was familiar with the lyrics of it
• he felt a weird drop in his heart, like a sudden wave of excitement, suddenly he couldn’t sit still
• this didn’t occur often and he didn’t know how to act.

You came back to the room holding two cups of tea, the first sight being your boyfriend sitting unnaturally still and straight.

“You okay over there?” you asked softly, putting the cups on the table in front of you and giving him a small side glance.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he ask, eyes set or something in a completely different direction than your face.

You sat next to him and noticed that even though the same song was playing, your phone was in a completely different place than the one you left it in.

“Don’t you hate this song, Omi? Why didn’t you change it?” you asked, reaching for the device. Good thing you didn’t saw his eyes widen when he realized, he didn’t change the playlist he was looking at.

You were silent for an awfully long moment, eyes glued to the screen, while he was dying just two meters away. Were you gonna be mad? Sad? Disappointed? It would really be easier if you said something, he thought.

But then he started thinking about that playlist again. So you miss him, huh? That was a weirdly pleasuring fact, he didn’t know why. He was proud of himself for no reason.

But then he thought, were you really in need of a playlist like that? Maybe he was too distant, maybe he wasn’t enough boyfriend-ish?

The song he was looking at suddenly started playing, but it wasn’t enough for him to look up.

“You know, I listen to it every time you go for a game somewhere far, and you’re gone for a couple of days”

“It’s not possible to miss someone that quick” he replied almost immediately, as if he didn’t think about it before speaking. “At least to miss me that quick”

“Well, when you’re in love, it is” you replied, the grin on your lips so wide it could be heard in your voice. His heart skipped a bit. “And I have loved you since we were eighteen” you poorly sang the lyrics of the song, laughing immediately after, causing him to also smile a tiny little bit.

You rolled your eyes.

“Come on, Mr Insecure” you said, standing up and giving him your hand. “I always wanted to dance with you to this song.”

atsumu

• you were sleeping before he came over, and you noted that you were to take a nap and that he could let himself in.
• chill music was playing inside your whole place
• it didn’t take long for him to find you draped over the sofa, a peaceful look on your face
• you’ve been really stuck on work recently, so he was happy that you finally got some rest
• however it wasn’t going to stop him
• he located your phone and planned to wake you up by suddenly playing some metal music instead of the chill lo-fi in the background
• it was gonna be “hilarious”
• so he proceeded to unlock the phone and was about to enter search bar when he noticed the name of the playlist that was currently playing
• “missing my dumbass” huh?
• he just looked through the songs endlessly, even though there weren’t that many
• huge smile subconsciously appeared on his face and suddenly he didn’t have the heart to wake you up
• However he did lift your head really slightly and put it in his lap instead of the pillow instead.
• So you were napping while he just stared at the songs in awe, somehow surprised by the fact that you could miss him

“City of Stars, huh? I remember when you made me sit through that movie” he whispered, more to himself than to you. “And when you tried to teach me the chords to that, too” he giggled “Guess it’s better when you play and I pretend to know how to sing”

He kept chuckling and smiling to himself about what he was finding, until he put the phone down and looked down at your asleep face.

“Look at you. You really love me!” he grinned, peacefully sure of what he was saying. Wow, you really did love him. Why was it so surprising? Why was he this shocked?

He always thought he had plenty faith in himself, but somehow when it came to you, he could never hear enough of your praise before he’d actually believe your confessions.

You woke up soon after to him playing with your hair, a mindless look on his face.

“I remember falling asleep somewhere else” you commented sarcastically, but he only smiled, his mind some place else. “What’s wrong, Tsumu?” you asked, concerned about his cheeky attitude being gone. You got half up and looked him in those absent eyes, but he only hugged you closer to him, resulting in your face being buried against his neck.

“I just missed you” he said, hardly overcoming his emotions. “A lot”

“Did you? That’s rare” you laughed, but noticed the song playing in the background. You distanced yourself from him enough to look him in the eyes with the deadpan, but low key amused look. “Or were you just looking through my phone like a crazy person?”

He rolled his eyes.

“It was a great plan, until ya decided to make me emotional!” his nicely covered accent was always showing more when he was trying to remain calm. It made you giggle.

“Aw, look at you, are you gonna cry?” you joked mockingly, causing him to look away in embarrassment. He lightly pushed you off his thighs onto the couch. “Hey!”

“Yer the worst” he said, walking to the kitchen to pour himself some water. “The WORST!”

“You’re just mad because I made you too flustered to make a flirty comeback!”

„Shut it!”

rintarō

• this boy, oh my god
• this boy has his own playlists for you
• and he keeps them like a caged secret never to be exposed
• seriously, he has a lock on his Spotify app
• he’s secretly a sucker for all the romantic things like those couple playlists, photos of holding hands, that stuff
• but he’d never, ever admit it, not even to you
• so one day, you were at his place, and the Miyas, Kita and Aran were there, too.
• His phone died, and it was connected to the speaker, as it always is, because
• “you all listen to shit, I’m gonna choose something”
• so when it died, he started aggressively poking your shoulder until you looked at him
• “babe. baby. honey. y/n!”
• “what, rin?” you finally reply, while in the middle of the conversation with Osamu
• “Can i get your phone? music’s dead” he asks politely, and you nod mindlessly, while still paying attention to what Osamu was saying.
• To be honest you didn’t even hear what you’re agreeing to, but soon he placed your phone in front of your face so you’d insert the password
• You unlocked it, and he happily went over to the music app, while connecting it to the speaker
• He was just gonna search for his playlist, but he forgot the phone isn’t his, and he needs to search it instead of just hitting “playlists”
• But it was the first thing he mechanically did, and the first title he saw, was, drumroll please…
• “it’s missing rin hours”
• it’s what hours now? he could NOT believe his eyes
• well well well, so he spent all this time hiding his Pinterest-like romantic dreams to himself, while you… had a playlist? to remind you of him?
• he wanted to look. but he remembered how much he would be embarrassed if you were to look at his, so he decided not to
• he just searched for his playlist and turned it on like nothing happened, but after handing you back the phone, he could not stop smiling
• good think you were talking

Minutes passed, and the whole group was just chatting, eating and laughing, while the music was in the background, but Suna just sat back and didn’t pay attention to the conversation. Suddenly, he saw a palm right before his face, waving for his attention.

“Quit zoning out, Rin!” he heard your voice and looked over at you, and the amused smile on your lips. “Come on, we’re playing cards and nobody shuffles them like you do”

He simply nodded and proudly went over to the table, took his chair and started shuffling the cards in a truly “casino-like” manner, a confident smile never leaving his lips.

“What is it Suna, are you hiding all the good cards for yourself so you can win again?” Aran asked, and he just scoffed.

“Oh yeah, I remember we weren’t supposed to let him shuffle again!” Osamu joined.

“Yer a cheater, Suna, gimme that” Atsumu placed his hand in front of Rintarō, to make him surrender the cards faster.

“Please, you shuffle like a four year old” he bit back, already started to give the cards to people. “Alright what’re we playing?”

Suna was weirdly confident that night. Not that he was ever insecure, he just… acted more like Atsumu rather than like himself. It was weird to watch, honestly, but you didn’t mind, since he seemed happy. It was like this until you left, and you didn’t say a word, but as soon as you got to the car, you couldn’t bare to stay silent anymore.

“Okay, what’s up?”

“What’s supposed to be up?” he said, not even glancing over at you, eyes fixed on what was behind the vehicle, hand over the back of your seat, another one on the steering wheel, trying to leave the parking lot.

“What’re you so happy about?”

“What, can’t I be happy? That’s a rude thing to hear from my own s/o”

”You know what I mean” you whined, rolling your eyes.

“Do I?” He asked, and you started to get irritated with his responses, but before you could say anything, he just added “Maybe it’s just annoying my s/o hours”

After that, he simply smiled and focused on the road in front of him, leaving you to your own embarrassment, silently glancing to catch you get redder every time he looked.

tobio

• this guy doesn’t have playlists on his own
• he just listens to what he wants to, he searches it
• so he’s really not in the subject when one day you’re in the shower when some weird music comes in
• he just laughs at what the hell are you listening to?
• and you say the playlist must’ve ended, and he can put on another one
• okay but… where?
• so you shout the instructions to just go to “your library”, pick one and just click shuffle
• he does as you told, but- woah, why do you have so many?
• he starts to go through them, but it’s really just pure chaos
• up until he finds a playlist, named “don’t tell tobio but I miss him”
• wow, the title makes it seem so private, he almost doesn’t want to ope-
• oops, he opened it
• and the songs there- it caught his heart from the very start
• don’t get me wrong, he thinks they’re cheesy
• but there’s something about them that makes his eyes feel hot all of the sudden
• and you miss him? really? all this time he tried to be as distant and reserved as he could, so you wouldn’t think he’s clingy
• and you-
• he needed to sit down for a second

You came out of the shower, still with a towel wrapping your wet hair, when you noticed that a song you don’t know was playing, and Tobio sat on the couch with an uneasy expression.

“It’s not that hard to find it, you know” you said, walking over to him, about to take your phone away, but he quickly put it behind his back and looked up at you with an slight, tiny little grin.

“Gimme that”

“Nope”

“Why?”

“You have to come and get it” he said, moving back against the couch. You were shocked to the very core about his sudden confidence, and well, cheesyness, but what could you do, you sat in his lap and tried to get the phone from behind his back.

In the process, he started to tickle you, making you laugh, throw your head back, resulting in your towel falling to the floor.

“Stop, oh my gosh, just give me the- the- the phone!” you managed to say in between giggles.

When he finally stopped, your head was resting on his chest while you desperately tried to catch your breath.

“Sorry. I just wanted you to have a fun memory to think of while you miss me” he said teasingly, causing you to look up with a “how dare you” look on your face.

“So you-“

“Rewrite the stars? Really?”

You hit him on the chest

“Shut up you idiot”

“Awh, don’t act like that. You’re gonna miss it when I’m gone” he said in an over dramatic manner, looking away, and you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head.

“Drama queen”

okay but y’all ever imagine 2021 Olympics and Hinata dragging his teammates somewhere because “you need to meet Oikawa-san!” and after they do indeed meet Oikawa, he refers to Sakusa as to “Omi-chan!”. After several seconds of silence he just shakes his head and whispers “fuck now I need to apologize to Miya”

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description: you know oikawa is capable of so much more than he believes. which is why you’ve stuck by him to watch as he realizes the same thing.

a/n: consider this my comeback post from hiatus. inspired by the 2001 movie “a knights tale” with the amazing heath ledger

“can a man really change his stars?”

you had first heard oikawa pose this question as a ten year old, a front tooth missing and a look of awe on his face. you two had snuck out of your respective houses once again, scrambling onto the roof of the oikawa household to once again stare up at the stars. of course, this question was prompted after watching his favorite action movie for the nth time today. you were a bit surprised he remembered that one specific line, considering the fact that he was notoriously known for zoning out when watching movies.

in true oikawa fashion, he sat up to look down at you with a questioning gaze. and in true fashion of his best friend, you answered with as much honesty as you could.

“how am i supposed to know, i’m nine!” you both dissolved into peals of laughter, you laughing even harder upon hearing oikawa snort after a solid ten minutes. by the time you two had finished laughing, oikawa’s mom had come out, frowning and whisper-yelling at the two of you to get down from the roof. that night, she let you stay the night, smiling to herself as she tucked the blanket around the two of you in oikawa’s bed, fingers intertwined and soft snores permeating the silence.

~~~

seeing oikawa cry when you were kids had been a normal occurrence. he had a low tolerance for pain, and he always requested for either you or iwaizumi to comfort him. iwaizumi had been good at deflecting his cries with a sarcastic remark, but you were always falling victim to his watery eyes and childlike pouts. he almost always stopped crying once you gave him a big hug and a forehead kiss. such a baby he was.

as he got older, those situations happened less and less, until they stopped all together. the next time you’d seen him cry, after four years of not crying all together, was the day he lost his final chance to get to nationals.

“how bad is it?” you and iwaizumi were speed walking to the gym after he had practically dragged you from your house to gather oikawa.

“last time i saw him this bad was that time his t-shirt had torn on that bush,” he grumbles, running a hand through his hair. you nodded, stopping short at the closed door of the gym and grabbing iwaizumi’s sleeve.

“how are you doing?” you gaze at him, taking in the pained look on his face.

“it sucks but i’ll love. i’m more worried about ‘kawa,” he sighs out. you nod, giving him a quick hug before pushing the door open to gape in horror at the sight before you. oikawa sat against the back wall, volleyballs strewn about the gym, and his knees red and bleeding. before you run over to him, you grab the first aid kit off the wall, sprinting back to him. as you trip over yourself, you notice how he hasn’t looked down from his sight set on the ceiling.

“tooru,” you murmur, kneeling in front of him and getting to work on his knees. he hums noncommittally, arm over his eyes.

“what happened to your knees?” you try to keep your voice quiet as you wipe the blood off before disinfection the cuts. he doesn’t even flinch.

“practiced some digs by myself. the pads got in the way,” he trails off. you say nothing as you wrap gauze and tape around his cuts before finally looking directly at him. you gently pry his arm away from his face, and he drops his head to look at you. the look of agony and tiredness in his eyes is heartbreaking, but it’s not as bad as the steady stream of tears wetting his cheeks.

“oh tooru,” you breath out, tugging his arms forward until they’re wrapped around you, your own arms reaching forward to encircle his waist. you tuck his head in the crook of your neck, letting a hand play with the hairs at the back of his neck. once your fingers thread through his chocolate brown hair, you feel him shake violently against you, sobs muffled against your skin. his arms are like a vice around you, holding your body so close to his you’re essentially sitting in his lap at this point. not that it matters though. all you can focus on is calming him down.

“i tried, i tried so hard, and not only did i let myself down, but i let my team down too,” he sobs out, tucking his head closer to you.

“tooru, you and i both know you could never let the team down. they are all fantastic players, and they’ve become fantastic players thanks to your being captain. and i’m sure if you asked them all, they would 100% agree with me!” you gently set his back against the wall, leaning away so you can look into his eyes. you let your hands cup his cheeks, wiping away the tears.

“i promise you, highschool volleyball is not the end for you. i know that there are even bigger things in store for you in the future. you have yet to change your stars, and i know you’re more than capable of doing so. don’t let this weigh you down, when i know you are meant for more than this,” you finish, bringing his head close to you. you move a hand up, pushing his bangs up and out of the way before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. you freeze when you feel him kiss your collarbone at the same time.

“thank you,” he whispers. you nod against him, letting him wrap his arms around you once more. you stay that way, pressed against each other until he speaks once more, voice carrying through the empty gym.

“i’ll change my stars, and when i do, you’ll be right there next to me.”

~~~

“and the winner of tokyo’s 2020 olympic volleyball tournament is argentina!”

the stadium erupts in pandemonium. you can barely hear yourself thinking as cheers fill the arena, and your smile is so wide you feel like your muscles are burning. makki and mattsun are screaming right next to you, your seats just shy of the sidelines, as you watch oikawa get swarmed by his teammates, a pure and genuine smile plastered across his face.

“that’s our boy!” makki and mattsun yell in sync, throwing arms around you and each other and yelling incoherent cheers in an attempt to get oikawa to hear you guys. you can only stare at how radiant and beautiful he looks as an olympic committee member places the golden medal around his neck, offering him the microphone to make his winning speech as captain.

“thank you, everyone, for your unwavering support!” you’re glad you started spanish lessons as soon as you heard about his move. “i could not be more proud of these boys that have been my team, as they have been like family to me!” he pauses from looking out at his team, before turning his gaze towards you. your heart stops when you two make eye contact, and his smile only grows wider. “someone once told me that they knew that i was more than capable of changing my future, even if i thought my career had ended with highschool volleyball.” you’re eyes are welling up now, hand coming to clutch the star pendant that laid across your chest. “they told me that i had yet to change my stars. today, i have changed my stars. i would like to dedicate this win to the person i hold closest to my heart, for teaching me what it meant to look past the sky, to the stars that adorned our universe. i’d like to ask that they join me here on stage, as a token of what this win truly means to me.”

your ears are ringing, heart pounding as makki and mattsun scream wildly, helping you up and over the barrier of the stands and pushing you roughly towards oikawa. you move in a trance, walking slowly before jogging, running, then sprinting towards him until you’re on stage, your arms around his neck and his lips pressed against yours. you can hear the roar of the crowd behind you, but it falls away as oikawa leans back, resting his forehead against yours.

“you’re so cheesy, you know that?” you both laugh, letting him kiss your nose lightly.

“i couldn’t help myself. i’ll show you off like the star you are until the day i die, my love,” he proclaims, brown eyes twinkling brightly. the only thing you can do is kiss him again, allowing yourself to fall into the familiar comfort of his arms once again.

wc: 1.3k

a/n: This is a continuation of To Dismiss Affections. Sorry it took so long! I’ve been wanting to work on it but my laptop took forever to ship lol. Thanks for requesting @salty4tsukki​!

You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. It was simply a daily routine at this point. You had been walking with Tsukishima to his volleyball practice and watching since the beginning of the school year. There was absolutely no reason 

You weren’t sure why you were so nervous all of a sudden. It was simply a daily routine at this point; it had been since the beginning of the school year. So, why, you wondered, was it so hard to breathe right now? As you walked down the hall with Tsukishima after school, your backpack over his shoulder as usual, you couldn’t ignore the sweat accumulating on your palms. You tried to wipe the sweat away as discretely as you could, but it came back just as quickly. 

The silence surrounding the two of you was much more deafening than before. It used to be comfortable and usual, but now it made your stomach flutter with anxiety. What was so different about today? You glanced at Tsukishima out of the corner of your eye to see if he was feeling the same way you were at the moment. If he was, it didn’t show. The same indifferent expression sat on his face as it always did. 

“So where’s my jacket?” You nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden burst in the silence. Your breath catches in your throat for a moment. Shit. 

“Oh, uh… I accidentally left it at home…” You were so caught up in trying the ease the blush on your face and calm your beating heart that night that you had completely forgotten about the jacket he leant you. 

Tsukishima clicks his tongue at your response. “Typical.” He side eyes you for a moment. “Did you at least remember to study for that test today? I’d rather not have to tutor you again.” 

You gasp in mock offense as you quickly turn to face him. “I’ll have you know I would have done very well on that test even if I didn’t study!” Tsukishima doesn’t bother with a reply, only responding by pushing your face away from him. Before you have a chance to get your revenge, a voice pipes up behind you.

“Tsukishima! It’s not nice to shove your girlfriend!” 

Though this kind of teasing was nothing but routine at this point, your face flushed uncontrollably. Before yesterday, you were able to brush off such jokes and ignore the light flutter in your stomach. Tsukishima grimaces, turning to face Tanaka. “I thought I told you that she wasn’t my girlfriend,” he states coolly. Despite it being the truth, the swiftness of his denial brought a pang to your chest. You weren’t his girlfriend, so why were your feelings hurt? Why should he have any reaction other than his usual indifference?

As Tsukishima bickered with Tanaka, you found yourself doubting the possibility of Tsukishima returning your new found feelings. As you swam through the uncertainties, you found yourself drowning. “Ah!” you call out suddenly, “I totally forgot! My mom needs me home right after school. Sorry, Tsukishima. Looks like I won’t be able to watch your guys’ practice!” Without waiting for a reply, you quickly walk in the opposite direction. You toss a wave over your shoulder before disappearing around the corner. 

Maybe it was immature of you to sulk about the unrequited nature of your feelings, but that’s what you were going to do nonetheless. 

*~*~*

You hum to yourself as you click through Netflix aimlessly. After a bit of moping around, you were able to push Tsukishima to the back of your mind. You made yourself comfortable on the couch, curled up in your most comfortable pajamas. This was going to be a nice movie-filled night.

Or it was going to be until the doorbell rang.

You huff, checking your phone for the time. Who could possibly show up at your house right now? 

“Hel- Oh. Tsukishima.” He towers over you in the doorway. Under his gaze, you suddenly feel very conscious of your current choice of clothing. You shift awkwardly and avert your eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed my jacket. We have a match tomorrow,” he states simply. 

“O-Oh! Right. Shit, sorry. I’ll go grab it. You can come in if you want.” He nods, stepping into the house and shutting the door behind him. Before he can say anything else, you quickly disappear into your room. You scour your room, finding the jacket neatly hung on the back of your desk chair. You pick it up, examining it closely. Was it too wrinkled? Would he be able to tell you slept in it? Oh, God. If he found out you slept in it, you would never hear the end of it. Or he’d be completely freaked out. And then he’d never talk to you again. What? No! Stop stop stop. Just give him the jacket.

As you go to return to Tsukishima, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror in your room. Lord, your face is so red! Chill out, (Y/N)! Oh, God, your hairrrr. No time to fix it. He’s waiting. Plus it’d be weird if you fixed your hair. It’s not like you care.Ugh, yes you do. Gah! Just go give him the jacket!

You clear your throat as you return to Tsukishima, praying that your flustered appearance will go unnoticed. “Here ya go!” you cheerily declare, offering it to him. He gives you an odd look as he slowly takes it from you. Ah! His fingers brushed against yours! 

“You’re acting weird.”

“Wha- No I’m not!”

“You are. Very weird.”

“Pshh. As if. Why would I even be acting weird?” Would he just dropit? You wanted him to leave so you could forget this ever happened. But you also didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to stay and kiss you and- Pay attention, (Y/N)!

“Is it the jacket? Because you can’t keep it. I need it.” Before you even have the chance to rebuke his comment, he continues, “Unless you go to the game wearing it.”

You shoot up instantly to meet his gaze. “W-what?” 

He rolls his eyes annoyedly, looking away from you. “I’m just saying that the only way you can keep the jacket is if you come to the match tomorrow wearing it.”

You smile as you catch a tint of pink dusting his cheeks. “Is that your way of asking me to come tomorrow?” He glares at you. “Because if so, that’s stupid. I always come to your games,” you laugh. 

“Yeah, never mind. I’m taking that jacket.” He turns and reaches for the door.

“No, wait! I’m just kidding! Of course I’ll come.” You had grabbed his hand without thinking. You didn’t think such light teasing would scare him off so quickly. 

“Tch. You better.” He gently places the jacket back in your hands. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Match starts at eleven.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world!” He turns to leave again. “Oh, wait, Tsukishima!” As he sighs and looks back at you, you grin cheekily. You felt a sudden swell of confidence after witnessing his own coyness. “Did you only come over ‘cause you missed me?”

Before you have a chance to react, he leans over and quickly catches your lips with his own. Your heart leaps in your chest and all the blood in your body rushes to your face. You hardly have enough time to return the kiss before he’s pulling away. As you stutter, searching your mind for any kind of coherent thought, he gently flicks your forehead. You glare up at his fond smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, idiot.”

| bungou stray dogs |

Dazai Osamu

From a Distance

Bitter

Surprise!

Kunikida Doppo

Take a Break

| haikyuu!! |

Karasuno

Kageyama Tobio

Babe

Smile?

Good Night

Tsukishima Kei

To Dismiss Affections

The Jacket (pt. 2 of To Dismiss Affections)

Horror Movie Fun

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Lone Star

Nishinoya Yuu

Of All Things to Say… (soulmate au)

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Flustered (coffee shop au)

Best Worst Night (soulmate au)

Reacting to S/O who Attempted Suicide HCs

Nekoma

Kenma Kozume

Breaking and Entering (soulmate au)

Kuroo Tetsurou

Laser Tag and Mischief

Stress Relief

Fukurodani

Akaashi Keiji

Troublesome

Wingwoman (pt. 2 of Troublesome)

Bokuto Kotarou

Adoring Saturday Mornings

| my hero academia |

Izuku Midoriya

Coincidental

Bakugo Katsuki

Pretty

Todoroki Shouto

Shivers

Doorbell

Denki Kaminari

Vegan

Lucky

| obey me! |

The Brothers and How They Kiss

The Brothers Walking in on MC Changing

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