Can I ask for a scenario with Bokuto ? Where where he’s in college and living with a roommate, and she’s p cute but chubby. After a stressful day he comes home and feels oddly and asks her to go to the grocery store to buy snacks. Afterwards they watch horror movies together and cuddle, and they kinda end up kissing ? I’m sorry I can’t get enough of College AU Bo, there’s just not enough out there ;-; and fluff is always nice 😽 Thank you!!!

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

Awww I love this idea! SO cute! Hmmmmm~ I wonder which of the Chubby Anon this is~ Thanks for requesting!!! – Admin Satori ❤

Bokuto Koutarou:

You were in the middle of your homework when your roommate barged into the apartment, and jumped about 5 feet in the air when you heard him slam the door closed.

“Kou-?” You didn’t have the chance to finish asking him what was going on before he was stomping his way into the living room and tossing himself onto the couch, hiding his face in his arms under his head. What had happened that made him completely ignore your call? Granted, the two of you had only been roommates for a semester, but you’d known the vibrant ace in high school. You’d been someone he’d go to with things he couldn’t make sense of.

But lately… he’d been avoiding you completely. As if you were a disgusting disease. And it hurt. It broke your heart that he was pulling away from you. Your little piece of heaven slipping through your fingers no matter how hard you held on.

You stood from the dining room table, closing your books before making your way into the living room. “Koutarou?” Your voice was soft, and Bokuto couldn’t explain away the way your presence, your voice saying his name, made his heart flutter in his chest. But he refused to answer you. Not you. Not with how confused he was over everything going on. Reaching down, you placed your hand on his broad shoulder, your fingertips trailing the span of muscle from his spine to his where his shoulder curved into his tricep. His insides clenched excitedly from your gentle touch – and he hushed the feeling away. “What’s wrong, Kou? Bad day?”

What was he accomplishing? By ignoring you…. Absolutely nothing. So he let out a huge sigh, his shoulders relaxing from their tensed up position, but now straining his triceps with the odd angle. “Yeah…. Bad day.” You smiled sadly, watching him brush off your touch on his shoulder so he could sit up properly. He crossed his arms over his chest, a forlorn look on his face, a cute pout on his lips.

Taking a seat next to him, you leaned closer, bumping your shoulder with his arm playfully, “You wanna talk about it?” He had your full attention, he always had. How could he not? You were smitten from day one. The only thing stopping you from asking him…. Was your self-conscious…. The evil little voice inside your head asking ‘why would someone as amazing like him like someone like you?’ And you knew it was wrong. You knew you were an amazing person – not a mean bone in your body – loving all your fiends and family for who they were…. So why were you always hesitating on that question, on that confession, whenever he was near?

Bokuto turned his head so he was staring down at you, butterflies tickling your insides at the way his golden eyes seemed to trap you in their gaze, his eyebrows furrowed in though, and you wondered what it was he was so focused on. Was it you? Or the bad day he’d had? He was silent for a long time, staring down at you with the most concentrated look you’d ever seen on his face – even more intense than his expression during the most tense of tournaments.

Inside, Bokuto was trying to figure out what it was he was doing. What he was feeling. What was this feeling? This aching in his heart, this pain whenever he was out of the apartment, the longing he felt in his very soul whenever he’d catch you snoozing on the couch or hunched over your assignments. He’d never felt something like this before. Ever. All his life, he’d focus on volleyball, getting stronger and faster, making as many friends and connections as he could – because life was short, too short to focus on the bad things for too long. But he did focus on the bad things – because that’s how he was wired. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking that way….

But whenever you were around…. It’s almost as if all those bad things disappeared. Dulled until the moment you were gone, then rearing their ugly heads to remind him what he’d been down about before you came along. Before you brought your light into the shadows of his mind. “Nah… I’ll be okay… Just a little stressed out.”

The smile that lit your face made his heart skip a beat, and he wondered if that was normal for a friend to experience. Were you feeling the same thing? He’d have to ask you later…. When he figured it out himself. “Aren’t we all, Kou? It’s college, not coloring class.” Bokuto snorted at your lame attempt to tease him.

“Wanna go to the store with me? Load up on junk food?”

“And then have a movie marathon? Before finals?” Your eyes sparkled excitedly, your smile blinding him and making him feel… He didn’t know what he was feeling – but it sure was making his heart go crazy. “Oh, Koutarou… You’re a boy after my own heart~!” Then you were up and getting your shoes on, “Come on! We gotta get a move on if we’re going to get the best stuff!”

A rush of excitement shot down Bokuto’s spine, pushing him off the couch and follow after your example, pulling on the shoes he’d just taken off. ‘After my own heart’, your voice rang in his head, sending chills across his skin and filling his head with images of the two of you. He couldn’t make sense of the imaginings themselves, but a warmth made itself known in his chest, spreading throughout his entire body, from the tips of his hair to his toes. You did that. Your words. “Well then let’s goooooo!”

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Junk food all around you, wrappers littering the living room floor, the TV showing the climax of Pacific Rim. Your eyes were focused on the TV ahead of you, watching the action scene, the fighting, the detail of the monsters, of the scenes; Resting your head on Bokuto’s shoulder and enjoying the warmth his body emitted, reveling in the way his right arm had wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you to rest against his chest. Bokuto had been watching the movie just as intensely – up until the main characters had connected over one of their pasts. Then he’d turned his eyes to you, staring down at you intensely, feeling as if he were about to burst. Why? Why did he feel like this? He’d never thought of it before, but maybe he’d felt like that for a long time now – and it was coming to its own climax much like the movie you were giving your attention to.

But he wanted your attention on him. He wanted you talking to him. Cheering for him. Hugging him… Being there for him… Whenever he needed it.

And you had. You’d been there for him. Ever since high school. You’d been right there for him to talk to – to sort things out with – to make sense of the feeling he couldn’t understand. Bokuto blinked as he inhaled slowly, his eyebrows still furrowed as his left hand reached up from his lap and took hold of your chin.

“Kouta-“ You didn’t have the chance to finish your quiet whining, his hand turning your head to face him directly before his lips were pressed against yours. The desire to watch the rest of the movie was thrown from your mind at the pressing of his lips, feeling the slightly chapped texture, the warmth that spread throughout your body. You could be happy, you decided. With him. With Bokuto.

Bokuto continued to kiss you softly, finally finding the answers he’d been searching for. You. You were the answer. How had he been so dumb to not see it before? When you kissed him back, a smile curled his lips against yours, his arm around your shoulder pulling you so much closer. Your hand traveled up and cupped his face, feeling as if your heart were about to burst from how fast it was beating; ‘Please…. Let this be real.’ You couldn’t help but think as he broke the kiss, staring up at him with wide eyes, his own golden eyes having an unrecognizable emotion swimming in them – ‘Please.’

hahahahahaha how about some fluff/angst >:)

I loved this! The inner turmoil, the doubt, the realization and in a very Bokuto way, the action.