It’s my turn to return the favor of fluff for admins Rachel
Lauren and May over @imagine-that-haikyuu! I hope you gals enjoy these
drabbles and that they bring smiles to your faces!
Tsukishima Kei (for admin May) – I used the same prompt list
you did because this was perfect for Kei.

“Is this for me?”
Tsukishima looks up from his place at the kitchen table,
pencil poised as he pauses to look at what you’re pointing to.
“Tch, it’s got your name on it, doesn’t it?” he scoffs
looking back down at his notes.
“Well, yeah, but, it’s the last piece and-“
“Look, if you don’t want it just say so, it’s not-“
“No!” you say empathically, taking a big bite of the cream,
berry and cake concoction. Your low moan of appreciation fills the void of
silence. “Your mom really does make the best strawberry shortcake,” you praise taking another bite as you sit in the chair nearest Kei.
He shrugs. “It’s alright I guess,” he mumbles.
You roll your eyes, taking yet another bite, but before you
can lick the cream from your lips, Kei’s own are covering them. The kiss is a
bit sloppy but sweet in more ways than one. As he pulls back, he smirks at your
shocked expression.
“I never said you didn’t have to share.”
Azume Asahi (for admin Rachel Lauren) – I took that anon’s HC
of Asahi giving up his jacket or shirt for his girlfriend. Prompt from this list.

All day the sky has threatened to unleash a fury of water
but of course it would wait to do so right when you’re exiting the bus. Running
wildly, you rush to Asahi’s door, banging hard upon the wood. Asahi whips it
open, eyes widening a bit at your soaked and disheveled state.
“Babe, geez, get in here,” he says pulling you by the hand.
“Thanks Asahi, I thought I was gonna drown standing up!”
“Go get in the shower to warm up, I’ll get some tea going,”
he advises nudging you towards the hall after pecking your cheek.
As you walk towards his room, you pop your head in to Daichi’s
giving him a quick wave hello.
“Hey ______-chan, looks like you got caught in it huh?”
You shrug. “Yeah, mother nature decided to weep on me.” You
look around curiously. “Where’s Suga?”
“Hot date, you know that boy, can’t stay away from his lady.”
You giggle, moving away to Asahi’s room. Disrobing
hurriedly, you realize you don’t have a change of clothes. Casting your eyes
about, you grab an old, worn in t-shirt of Asahi’s along
with some drawstring sweatpants.
Warmed and refreshed from your shower, you walk into the
living room where Asahi has lit a fire and has two cups of steaming tea along
with some cookies on a tray waiting for you. He turns, eyes widening and a
faint flush erupting over his cheeks.
“Wha..what?” you ask faintly.
He holds out his hand, drawing you into a warm, tight
embrace. Against your ear he whispers, “You look good in my shirt.”