✫ft. akaashi , kita , atsumu , suna , sugawara x gn!reader
✫a/n: flirty kita warning !! >:) sorta kinda suggestive
✫AKAASHI comes home from work with an expression not often seen on his charming face — something a little lovestruck with a hint of giddiness. and as you pull him in for a hug, something you’ve gotten used to doing every evening when you hear his footsteps outside the apartment door, he wraps a single arm around you, hiding the other one behind his back. “what’re you hiding from me, keiji?” you ask, a smile showing through your words. he presents a bouquet of the prettiest roses you’ve ever seen. they’re a mix of pink and red ones all wrapped in a baby blue bow. he has an excited look on his face as he hands them to you, almost like a child showing you a drawing they made in class. and you can’t help but tease him just a little. “aw, couldn’t decide on a color?” you joke lightheartedly, pulling him into another hug and grinning when you feel both his arms wrap around your waist. “yeah right, i’m not as indecisive as you,“ he pauses, pressing a kiss to your hairline. ”red for my everlasting love for you, and pink for my gratitude towards you and the life we’ve made together.”
✫KITA surprises you with a romantic candlelit dinner. it’s nothing fancy, but it warms your heart to see him plate the meal he’s made for you two. his favorite song is playing in the background, and his face is glowing above the warm flames. he hears your footsteps behind him, and he turns around with a gentle smile. “what’s all this?” you ask him as you reach to kiss his lips. “wanted to do something nice for ya, love. you’re always cooking meals for me. thought i’d return the favor today.” he ushers you to your seat at the dining table (which isn’t really a dining table, it’s just a small, round table with two seats across from one other. kita hopes that one day you’ll have a bigger table, maybe more seats around it, too). and that’s when you see that he’s made his grandma’s signature meal — fried rice, but it’s shaped into a heart. “ya like it, sweetheart?” a little laugh leaves you at how utterly cute he is. “yeah, shin, i love it. thank you for this.” he leans down to kiss you again, getting a little carried away this time. and when you pull away breathlessly, he walks to his seat nonchalantly with his lips turned upward. “how about we eat before the food get’s cold, hm? we can continue that a little later.”
✫ATSUMU loves spoiling you. that’s nothing new to your relationship. he’s a little cheesy at times, but he always has the purest, sweetest, most kindhearted intentions. on valentine’s day morning, he showcases his efforts while you’re still trying to wake yourself up. your hair’s a mess, your eyes still unfocused from the hours of sleep, but there’s something charming about the way his eyes trail over your tired face — like he’s taking it all in, committing each stray hair to memory. with a toothy smile, he climbs back into bed with a teddy bear, a cheesy card that says “you’re my fineapple” (you want to tell him how much he looks like the pineapple on the front of the card, but… you shouldn’t ruin the moment), a large bouquet of roses, and a heart-shaped box of chocolates. but what he doesn’t tell you is that underneath one of those chocolates is a little ring. not an engagement ring (he wants to do something a little more grand for that moment, maybe be a little more awake), but a beautiful diamond ring with a small, dainty heart on it. seeing it on your finger reminds him of how you’ve taken his heart, holding it gently in your hands with so much care — something no one’s ever done before.
