Sugawara – Date Prompt #46 “At Home Massages”

As you walk along to your weight lifting class your phone
pings. Looking at the screen you smile. Suga is texting you.

Suga-Baby: Wait for
me after your training, I have a surprise for you

You: Ok, see you soon

An hour later you’re exhausted and definitely sore but
happy. Endorphins from lifting usually help your mood, even if you are tired at
the end of a session. Your coach praised your progress, letting you know how
proud she is for how far you’ve come and that you’re ready for the event in two
weeks’ time.

Stepping out into the cool night air you take a deep breath,
hands in your pockets as you wait for your doting boyfriend. He doesn’t keep
you waiting at all, rounding the corner before you’ve barely stood still. With
a wide smile he waves as he approaches and you giggle waving back.  He reaches you grasping your hand in his
while the other picks up your gym bag. Normally you’d protest but your arms are
so tired you’re thankful for the help.

“So where are you taking me? Shouldn’t I go home and take a
shower first or something?” you ask discreetly smelling yourself and deciding,
yes, you definitely need a shower.

“Stop worrying so much,” he says with a smile, “Trust me.”

Sighing you slump your shoulders and let him lead you along.
Soon enough you’ve reached the train station which makes your eyes widen
slightly but you’ve given up on asking questions. As the two of you take your
seats you feel your eyelids getting heavier. All you really want to do is curl
up with the man beside you and go to sleep but you force yourself to stay
awake. You don’t want to spoil whatever he has planned by showing just how
tired you are, though you’re sure Suga already knows.

Eventually you reach your stop, the same you take to go to
his off-campus apartment. He, Daichi, and Asahi all live together in what has
been christened “The Bro Abode”. Within its walls is a constant flow of current
and former teammates/friends, the Karasuno high schoolers regulars on the
weekends for meals and scrimmage volleyball games. It makes you smile to see
the three boys, now men really, continuing to mentor and encourage the little
birds as you call them. Given the amount of people always coming and going,
you’re surprised Suga would bring you here when he was the one who said you
need to take it easy.

He unlocks the door throwing it open but ushering you in
first like the gentleman he is. As you enter you gasp in surprise. The living
room has numerous candles set about, their light casting a soft delicate glow
against the walls. From the kitchen wafts a delicious aroma of spiced chicken
and dumplings, one of your favorite comfort foods. You swear you smell some
sort of chocolate dessert, possibly fresh from the oven, as well.

But the most surprising fact of all is that it’s dead quiet;
no one is home. Turning to look at Suga as he shuts the door you say, “How in
the world did you pull this off?”

He grins, pulling you into his arms despite your sweaty disheveled
appearance. Kissing your forehead, he answers, “When I saw you this afternoon
at lunch I knew I wanted to do something special for you to help you relax so I
asked the guys for help. Daichi and Yui-chan had already planned on ambushing
Asahi with a blind date, making it a double so he’d actually go the cowardly
lion.” You grin as he continues, “So I cooked dinner while the guys helped
clean the place up. Last thing needed was the lighting of the candles which the
Yui-chan helped with before the three of them took off.”

“That’s why you were looking at your phone,” you mutter and
he smiles.

“Now,” he says clapping his hands, “You go on and take a
shower, there’s a change of clothes in the bathroom and I’ll finish prepping
dinner.”

You still can’t quite believe the two of you have the place
to yourselves but you obediently walk to the bathroom as Suga makes his way to
the kitchen. When you walk in you see a new black (of course) track suit and
grey tank top along with fuzzy slippers.

“He really thought of everything,” you mutter getting
undressed. You shower quickly, eager to get to the tasty meal Suga has so
lovingly prepared. Clad in your new comfy clothes, minus the jacket because
you’re still warm from the shower,  you
walk to the kitchen table just as he’s finished plating the food; spiced
chicken and dumplings, salad and blueberry pomegranate juice. As the scent hits
you anew your mouth begins to water in anticipation.

“Itadakimasu,” you say together before digging in. You are
not disappointed; the meal is perfect. While eating you discuss the various points
of your respective days. Belong long you’re stuffed to the brim with comfort
food, your belly and heart happy. Placing the dishes in the sink, Suga waves
off your attempts to clean the kitchen assuring you he’d take care of it later.
Tonight, he just wants you to relax for once.

Leading you to the living room he guides you to sit in front
of the couch on a cushion while he sits behind you, cradling you between his
legs. Silently he begins kneading your shoulders. All these years of setting
have definitely given him strong fingers and you can’t suppress a groan coming
from your lips.

Lately you feel like you’ve been carrying the weight of the
world on your shoulders due to your many responsibilities but as Suga continues
to work your muscles you feel the weight melt away to leave a delicious calm.
Just being with your silver haired boyfriend brings you peace but having him
pamper you so thoroughly is certainly doing wonders for your stress level.

He works his way down your back, pushing, kneading and
rolling over every inch until you feel like goo. Switching gears, he stands and
easily picking you up before gently depositing you on the couch on your stomach
where he proceeds to continue working your back.

You gasp slightly when his hands slid under your shirt, the
heat of his skin against yours making you blush. “Shhh,” he says, “none of that
tonight, just relax.” His voice is smooth and calm, like a gentle ocean wave
rolling over you and making you feel content.
You inhale deeply and let out a long breath. He’s pushing the knots in
your lower back, willing them into submission under his gentle but firm ministrations.
Any other night his touch would ignite you but you’re so exhausted that you
give into the sensation of dozing off.

When he’s done with your back Suga moves to your legs,
pushing up and down your calves before moving to your feet where he adds lotion
to his repertoire and you sigh again. Just when you think he’s done he
surprises you by turning you over in order to work the tops of your feet, your
shins and your thighs, each needing attention from his healing touch more than
you realized. He leaves your torso alone.

“Don’t want to break my own rule,” he whispers with a wink
that makes your cheeks heat up.

Instead, he pulls you down the couch to give a bit more room
by your head and sits cross-legged to massage your neck and head. Your scalp
tingles when his nails gently trail through your hair making goosebumps erupt
down your arms. He moves to your shoulders again then back to your neck and
head. By the time he’s done you’re practically asleep.

Standing up Suga looks down at you, a soft smile present on
his lips as he looks at your face filled with contentment. A small snore
escapes you making him chuckle. Oh well, dessert will have to wait until
tomorrow, but you’re in college, brownies are perfectly acceptable breakfast
items for you.

Deftly, he scoops you up into his arms and walks into his
bedroom where he lays you down, covering you up. You’re so exhausted you merely
roll over and continue sleeping, muttering an “I love you”. He kisses your head
before leaving the room. After cleaning up the apartment Suga returns to his
room, changing into shorts and a t-shirt then climbing into bed beside you.

As you snuggle into the crook of his neck he kisses your
head again. He knows he can’t carrying your burdens for you, but he’s
determined to help lighten the load and remind you that it’s ok to take a break
every now again. “After all,” he
think glancing at the secret drawer in his desk that holds a simple engagement
ring, “I want my future wife to not be
half dead by the time we graduate.”  

Keishin Ukai – Prompt #80 – “Teach me”

“Babe, it’s really no big deal,” Keishin tries but you won’t
hear it.

“Please, Keishin-kun, teach
me!”

He sighs, running his fingers through his hair, dropping the
cigarette from his mouth and stomping it out on the ground. “Fine,” he relents
and you squeal with joy.

Keishin moves to stand behind you, calling out, “Oi, Sawamura,
come here a sec!” The captain obediently makes his way to his coach, sending a
shy smile and wave to you.

Placing his hands on your hips, Keishin maneuvers you into
position, knees bent, arms out with fingers laced together making a platform.
His own arms and hands lay a top yours to help guide you. Lowly in your ear,
his breath against it almost making you shiver, he instructs, “Now, hold steady
like this, I’ll help you.” You nod.

You both look up to see Sawamura blushing slightly at your proximity
but it can’t be helped; you have no idea what you’re doing.

“Ok captain,” Keishin says, “send us a firm hit but not too
strong, she’s never done this before.”

Sawamura nods, tossing the ball in the air before hitting it
forward. It’s coming much faster than you anticipated making you want to run
but Keishin’s strong arms and body hold you in place. With his help the ball
smacks against your arms but because of your odd position it shirks sharply to
the right cannoning directly into Hinata’s face knocking him over.

As the two of you rush to inspect the damage done to the little
giant in the making Keishin says chuckling, “Maybe next time we’ll try without
innocent bystanders around.”

Keiji Akaashi –  Prompt #13 “I could kiss you right now!”

 The day started out like any other; you quietly making your
way through the hall towards your locker with your nose in a book. Deftly you
dodge left and right around people, your peripheral vision top notch from so
many years of doing the same. As you around the corner the loud voice of Bokuto
meets your ears making you wince. Over all, you like the energetic ace of the
volleyball team, but some days he’s just too much.

“Hey Akaashi, we need to think of a cool play like those
weirdos from Karasuno,” he’s saying excitedly.

Beyond him you see the setter’s face impassive as ever
before he replies, “Bokuto, we’re going to Nationals, we don’t have time to
screw around. Let’s just stick to what we know because obviously it’s gotten us
this far.”

You grin into your pages as you open your locker.  Always the levelheaded one that Akaash. He
and Bokuto have been your locker neighbors since the beginning of the year and
you always look forward the little exchanges you and the setter give each
other. Most of the time no words pass, both of you being more reticent than
your other friends, but still, you feel you’ve crossed the barrier of
acquaintance to friend. You borrow each other’s notes, do occasionally chat
about the weekends and commiserate about the temperamental captain you both
call friend.

“Oh good morning _____-chan,” says Bokuto flashing a wide
smile as he steps a bit closer to you. You smile softly in return as he asks
you a question about math. While you talk, you notice his locker is open,
stuffed to the brim with who knows what. Behind him, Akaashi crouches to tie
his shoe.

When he goes to get up, he places his hand on the corner
edge of the open locker just as the bell rings. “Oh time to get to class,”
Bokuto says loudly reaching behind him to slam the door shut.

Your hand moves before your mouth, covering Akaashi’s.
There’s no way you’re strong enough to stop Bokuto’s momentum so you hope to be
able to lessen the blow. The pain as the metal contacts your skin makes your
knees buckle, but you’ve managed to take the brunt of the hit; Akasshi’s hand,
you hope, is safe.

“Oh my god, are you ok? I’m so sorry!” Bokuto is a
flustering mess, his face filled with concern which turns pale at the sight of
your knuckles scraped and slightly bloody.

“Ergh…it’s ok Bokuto-senpei,” you say lowly but damn it your
hand hurts!

“Here, let me-“ begins the captain but Akaashi’s smooth
voice interjects.

“I’ll take care of her Bokuto, get on to class before you
get another tardy mark and can’t come to practice today.”

The captain looks at you once more, bows deeply in apology
and hurries off as directed. Looking up sheepishly you ask, “Are you ok,
Akasshi-kun?”

He nods. “Thanks to you, yes.” He helps you up by your
uninjured hand. Taking the other he examines the damage.

“Oh, it was nothing, I mean, better me than you.” He’s still
looking at your hand, gently trailing his thumb back and forth over the
uninjured sections. You’re just about to point out the two of you should get to
class when his next words have you blushing all the way to your ears.  

“You know, _____-chan, I
could kiss you right now.”

Did you hear him correctly?

“Um, what?” you ask, unable to believe what you just heard.

His eyes are fixated on your hand, as if memorizing every
detail making your whole body heat up under his scrutiny. “If it weren’t for
you I could have had some real damage done to my hand. You made it possible for
me to not miss Nationals.” Leaning down, he gently kisses each scrape before
planting one long, firm kiss on the very center of your hand.

Looking up into your eyes, a faint smile on his face that
makes you want to swoon he goes on, “Can I take you on a date as a thank you?
Maybe coffee or something this weekend?”

“Um…I mean…it’s not really necessary…but…I,” you stammer
completely flabbergasted.

“If you don’t want to that’s-“ he begins but you cut him off
loudly.

“No! I mean, yes! I…I’d really like that.”

“Good,” he replies, “now, let’s get you to the nurse.”

When you and Akaashi started dating officially not too long
after your first date Bokuto bragged that was his plan all along to help get
the two of you together finally, though he didn’t mean to hurt you so badly. Unsurprisingly,
no one believed him and Akaashi may have “accidentally” served into the back of
his head at practice.

Hi how many kids do you think the captains and vice captains want?

sfw-haikyuu-nsfw:

Okay, I mainly focused on the really popular teams. I know I have a character limit but I figured the answers would be small per character so it could be stretched a little – also, I always feel like my answers are going to be shorter than they actually are….?

And, I mean, I love thinking about these boys as fathers! Like seriously, they will all make amazing dads!

Hope you enjoy!

P.s. Finished Moana and now I’m going to rematch Trolls for the umpteenth time!

Sawamura Daichi: I feel like this boy only wanted things to be simple. One boy and one girl, that’s it. But the world has other plans for him! I can see this boy having a large family! Like, he probably kept having only boys and then his significant other kept being like “we’ll get a girl this time.” I mean, they do get one, just after four boys or something like that, lol!

Sugawara Koushi: This boy totally wants a big family, the more the merrier! But then when it comes down to it, two is just too freaking much! Him and his significant other are resigning themselves to the ones they have; which, coincidentally, are a single boy and girl which Daichi always silently resents him for.

Kuroo Tetsurou: This guy is totally all talk when he talks about how many kids he wants because his instant response is all of them. But when the conversation instantly becomes serious, he gets a little startled, because oh god can he even really take care of kids? So, him and his significant other probably end up with around two and a half kids – ones baking – all girls! Dudes outnumbered and he loves it!

Nobuyuki Kai: Aw, this sweet boy and his significant other probably only planned on having one – a boy. But then they were in this moment where they weren’t trying for one while at the same time they weren’t trying to stop it from happening and they end up with a second one, this time a girl. They’re a happy little family, both children look almost identical to him, lol!

Oikawa Tooru: This boy has specific plans about his future babies. He wants three. A boy first and then twin girls (dude, I suddenly don’t know if I thought of this myself or from the request I got not too long ago?) But I feel like this boy actually ends up with what he planned with by some miracle, lol. And he’s so incredibly happy with his precious children!

Iwaizumi Haijime: Okay, I feel like this sweet boy and his significant other actually have trouble with having/adopting children. But they keep trying and they finally end up with a beautiful baby girl and this child instantly becomes his life. They try for a second, but it becomes too hard for them emotionally, despite such he’s so incredibly happy that he has his little girl in his life.

Bokuto Koutarou: Omg, this precious boy wants a whole volleyball team with his family. And that would be, like, a lot of kids. I think it’s his significant other that lays down the law when they reach four kids – three girls and a boy – that they’re NOT having anymore. But despite it, they manage to have a second boy a couple years later, lol! He’s so close to a team!

Akaashi Keiji: Oh, I feel like this boy and his significant other end up with a girl when they first get together, probably before either of them are really ready for a child. And they remain that way for many years – like 12? – before they make the conscious decision to have another and they have a beautiful little boy! It’s the perfect little family.

Ushijima Wakatoshi: Kids were something Ushiwaka always wanted and it wouldn’t surprise me at all if only after a year of being with his significant other (married or outside of it really) that they decide to start their own family. And it would take quite a few tries, but they would totally end up with just a bunch of girls. Like, girls everywhere. Lol, I just love the thought of this big man with tons of daughters.

(okay, so the Vice Captain of Shiratorizawa is a character named Jin Soekawa, but it literally has NOTHING on this boy, which makes me sad because I want to know about him. But because of this I decided to do the last one on Tendour because him and Ushijima are best friends and you can’t stop me!)

Tendou Satori: Dude, legit, I think this boy wouldn’t want to have any kids. I think his fear would be that they would get his genes of being a ‘monster’ like he was teased about being for so many years. But I think he could be swayed if his significant other really wanted them, because deep down he DOES want kids, but anxiety keeps him from thinking about it. In the end, they have a single boy and he’s the best decision this tender salami ever made to have.

I love thinking about them as dad’s too! These were fantastic!

Not everyone loves volleyball (as much as the boys think they should)

This was a request for Kageyama and Yamaguchi who have
girlfriends that don’t like volleyball. I’m keeping them together in one post
since they were requested as such.

Tobio Kageyama

“Hey Kageyama, is _______-chan going to be there today?”
Hinata asks loudly on the bus as Karasuno makes their way to a small practice
tournament.

“Shut up dumbass!” the setter hisses but it’s too late.

“Oi, who’s _____-chan?” asks Tanaka leaning over the back of
the seat the weirdo duo are sitting in.

Before Kageyama can answer Hinata is already speaking,
“Didn’t you know? That’s Kageyama’s girlfriend!”

Silence descends for just a moment before all hell breaks
loose in the form of Tanaka and Nishinoya erupting into choruses of, “What?!”
and “How can scary face Kageyama have a girlfriend when we don’t?” and various
other such exclamations and bemoaning complaints.

“That’s enough!” shouts Daichi momentarily ending the ruckus
but even he’s incapable of stopping the flow of questions that follow.

“Where did you meet her?” asks Yamaguchi.

“Is she cute? Does she have a sister, preferably an older
one?” Tanaka interjects.

“Why didn’t you tell us about her?” This from Asahi quietly.

“Has she ever come to a game? Was she there in secret?” Even
Yachi is drawn into the fray.

Sitting still with his hands clenched and teeth gritting,
Kageyama fights every urge he has to strike Hinata and keeps his eyes out the
window. Noting his discomfort, Sugawara deftly thwarts further questioning by
saying, “Come on guys, it’s pretty clear he doesn’t want to talk about it. Lay
off for now, yeah?”

Finally, everyone settles back down just in time for them to
arrive to their destination. As they file off the bus Ukai, who’d gone ahead to
help prepare for the matches, notices Kageyama looks more annoyed that usual.
He knows better than to ask the setter directly and settles for talking to
Sugawara, the team’s proclaimed handler of the temperamental first year.

“What’s eating Kageyama?”

Sugawara sighs. “Hinata let loose the fact that Kageyama has
a girlfriend. I’m sure you understand how that went over.”

Ukai groans, rubbing his forehead. “Sometimes I really
wonder about that kid. Do you think he’ll be ok? He looks really…upset.”

The silver haired shrugs his shoulders. “Usually he picks
himself back up, though I can’t understand why he’s so upset. I mean, yeah, the
boys teased him but he’s had much worse dealt to him before. Want me to talk to
him?”

The coach nods and Sugawara makes his way to the locker
room. Almost everyone is ready and starts to head to the courts to warm up.
Just as Tobio shuts his locker door Sugawara says, “Hold on a sec Kageyama.”
The black-haired setter winces already figuring why his senpei is telling him
to hang back but he respects the third year and does what he’s told.

Daichi sends an understanding nod towards Suga and ushers
the rest of the team out as quickly as possible. Once they are alone Suga looks
at Kageyama with kind eyes.

“You know, you seem much more upset about what happened back
there than I would expect,” he begins gently. When his kouhai keeps his eyes
rooted to the floor he goes on, “I know you don’t like talking about things but
if you need to, I’m available to listen. And I won’t say anything to the team.”

After a few moments of silence Tobio spouts out, “I’m pissed
because I don’t know why ______-chan won’t come to anything I ask her to. At
least, when it comes to volleyball.”

Suga’s eyes widen. “You mean you’ve asked her to come to
stuff and she’s refused?”

Tobio nods. “Yeah and she’s always got some lame excuse as
to why. I… I mean…” he meets Suga’s eyes for the first time since they’ve
begun speaking, “Do you think she wants to break up with me?”

Sugawara has never seen Kageyama look so vulnerable. “He must really like this girl,” he
thinks with an inner smile. Ah, young love.

“Well, since I don’t know her I can’t say but I do recommend
asking her what’s going on,” he offers. Stepping up next to the first year he
places a hand on his shoulder giving it a squeeze. “And if she can’t be honest
with you, is she really someone you should be in a relationship with in the
first place?”

Tobio sighs, shaking his head.

“Talk to her tomorrow, but right now, get your head in the
game, ok?”

He nods before the two setters make their way to the court.

The next day you’re sitting outside at a lunch table eating
your bento when Tobio sits down heavily across from you, his normally serious
face looking even more so. Before you can ask what’s wrong he blurts out, “Why
won’t you come to any of my games? And why don’t you want to meet the team or
see us practice?”

As used to his abruptness as you are, his aggressive
interrogation startles you. Fixing your eyes on the table you gulp. Really,
it’s a miracle the two of you have even started dating given the fact that you
avoid or deflect any conversation or question about volleyball. You should have
known this would happen sooner or later but still cling to the hope you can
brush it off like you usually do.

“Tobio-kun, I told you, I’m just really busy and-“

He cuts you off firmly, “It’s not just that. It’s something
else, something you’re not telling me! What is it? Do you hate volleyball or
something?”

Tobio knows he should be handling the situation more gently
but he’s extremely frustrated. It wasn’t just that he didn’t want to answer the
guys’ questions yesterday, it was that he couldn’t. As blunt and obtuse as he
can be sometimes, he knew not to confess that you’d flat out refused to meet
the team, only having met Hinata because he caught the two of you saying
goodbye before Tobio headed to practice one day.

When you finally look up at him your eyes are hard, the
result of your effort to keep your tears from falling. You’d sworn to yourself
you’d never cry over this stupid sport again.

“And what if I do? Hmmmm?” you challenge and are satisfied
to see open shock on his face.

After a moment, he clears his throat and says more gently,
“Er…that’s…that’s fine if it’s really how you feel. I just…I wish I knew why?”

Kageyama is very aware that his passion (more like
obsession) with volleyball is rarely met by anyone else save for possibly
Hinata. He also knows that there are people who flat out don’t like the sport.
He just never expected to be dating someone from the second camp.

Knowing you’ve come too far to back out now you sigh,
closing your eyes. You can’t look at him while you say this, it’s just too
embarrassing.

“Tobio-kun, I’m sorry for frustrating you like this. And I
don’t exactly hate volleyball.” He
relaxes at this, but remains silent waiting for you to go on. “But I don’t like
it anymore. It…it brings back painful memories from junior high that I’d rather
just forget.”

When you open your eyes, you’re surprised to see him
regarding you with almost a kind look on his face. It’s rare to see him relax
from his normal scowl, usually only happening when the two of you are alone or
(and this is just hearsay for you since you’ve never been to a game) when he or
his team complete a really good play or win a match.

“Tell me, maybe…maybe talking about it will help,” he says
and surprises you again by reaching across the table to take your hand.

Squeezing his in return you halting tell him about how you
were made fun of because you could never manage to spike the ball. No matter
how hard you tried you just couldn’t do it, always afraid of hurting someone or
looking foolish. And since you weren’t good at anything else to take the place
of being a spiker your team slowly by surely began to think of you and then
call you worthless. You quit after your first year because of it but the stigma
of your failure followed you for the next two years so by the time you reached
high school you tried to convince yourself that you hate volleyball but it was
only a cover for the hurt you felt.

You feel his hand clench yours tighter at your words but
before you can say anything further he says, “I know what it feels like to have
your whole team turn their backs on you.” Your eyes widen at his confession. He
goes on, “I mean…with me it was my own fault, but still…I understand.”

“Tobio-kun,” you say softly, your eyes brimming with tears.

Before you can start crying he continues, his eyes downcast,
“And even though I’ve worked on changing and things are going well, that
fear…it’s never really gone away. I just work harder on the things I need to
and ignore it.” Looking back up to your face he says, “I…I’d really love to
show you how great a sport this is. It’s…it’s important to me and well…you’re
important to me,” here his cheeks and the tips of his ears begin to turn red
making you giggle as he goes on, “And…and I’d really like to have the two most
important things in my life…together.”

Giving him a genuine
smile you nod. “Ok, Tobio-kun, please take care of me.”

He actually smiles as he stands tugging you to your feet.
Placing a swift kiss on your cheek he says, “We’ll start with you coming to
practice with me to meet the team. They know about you now thanks to dumbass
Hinata so don’t be surprised if they kind of ambush you.”

You laugh as the two of you walk back inside and suddenly you
feel lighter having finally released the heavy stone of burden you’d placed
upon yourself, thankful for the boy next to you who helped you let go.

Tadashi Yamaguchi

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Kei asks bluntly to Tadashi as
they enter the arena for the Interhigh Tournament. The timid pinch server looks
around, returning Yachi’s enthusiastic wave with a small one. Then, realizing
she can help, he runs up to the stands.

“Yachi-san, have you seen _____-chan around anywhere?” he
yells.

The first-year manager shakes her head but offers, “I can go
look for her, maybe she’s lost?”

Not wanting to burden her, he insists it’s fine and no doubt
you’ll be there soon. Yachi looks doubtful but holds her position per his
request. Turning back around he begins practicing serves with the rest of the
team hoping you’ll arrive in time for at least one of their matches. The
whistle blows indicating the teams need to get into position and in no time at
all the first match has begun.

After the nail biting fight against Dateko with Karasuno
emerging victorious Yamaguchi looks up into the stands once more. He sees
Shimada-san and Takinoue-san have arrived to cheer them on but you’re not
there.

When the final point falls to Aoba Jousai ending Karasuno’s
run in the Interhigh, Tadashi doesn’t even bother looking for you. He knows
you’re not there. Part of him is glad, at least this way you didn’t see his
epic failure of a serve in his first ever tournament but the fact that he’d
told you well in advance about this and expressed his hope that you’d be there
to be met with not even a text or a call hurts.

The evening following the devastating loss Yamaguchi is
behind the market with Shimada-san discussing the game. When they’ve finished
determining the pinch server’s next moves the shop worker looks at him
curiously.

“The game isn’t all that’s bothering you, is it?” he asks.

Tadashi shakes his head. “I…I invited my girlfriend to come
to the tournament. She said she’d try to make it but…” he trails off never
taking his eyes off the ground.

Tossing the ball as he talks Shimada- san advises, “You
know, Yamaguchi-kun, one of the most important facets of any relationship is
communication. If you’re this upset that she didn’t come you need to let her
know.”

Yamaguchi sighs, running his hands through his hair. “I
know, it’s just that…it seems like any time I bring up anything to do with
volleyball…it’s almost like she’s tuning me out. I mean, I thought it was just
me picking bad times to talk about stuff but now, I’m not so sure.”

“The problem won’t go away by ignoring it,” Shimada-san says
firmly, “And since volleyball is a big part of your life that you’re taking
very seriously, I think you need to have a conversation with her about why
she’s avoiding it.”

Nodding Tadashi stands, bowing low to express his thanks for
the help and the advice of his sensei before heading to your house. If he
doesn’t do this now, he’ll never do it.

Knocking with a shaking hand he waits patiently for you to
come to the door. You open it, your eyes widening in surprise at his presence.
Usually Tadashi-kun texts you when he’s coming over. “Hey,” you say opening the
screen door and stepping out, “Everything ok?”

Taking a deep breath, he meets your eyes, a surprising
firmness in his gaze. “No, _____-chan, everything’s not ok. Do you…do you have
time to talk? Maybe we can go to the park?”

A sudden shiver runs down your spine. You have a feeling you
know what this is about and really you can’t blame him for being upset. Nodding
you reach back into grab your coat off the rack, calling to your mom that
you’ll be back soon and then exiting with your boyfriend. The walk to the park
is silent, both of you lost in your own thoughts.

When you reach your destination the two of you each sit on a
swing, turning slightly to look at one another. It’s one of your more favorite
places to talk.

Steeling his nerves, Yamaguchi looks up at your face.
“______-chan, I…I want to apologize.”

Now that is not what you were expecting. “What do you mean,
Tadashi-kun?”

“I…I’ve been very upset with you the past couple days but
really the fault is mine. When I said I’d love if you could come see us play
yesterday I shouldn’t have left it such an open-ended invitation. I wanted you there and was really
disappointed when you didn’t show up or didn’t bother to call or text me about
the tournament once.”

Before you can respond he holds up a hand. You stay silent
as he goes on, “It’s become pretty clear there’s some issue here and for some
reason it’s related to volleyball. At first I thought it was me just being
paranoid or oversensitive but I can’t hold this in any longer. Volleyball is a
big part of my life and if you don’t want to be involved with it that’s fine.
But will be you please at least tell me why? Or tell me if it is me and I’ll
work on fixing whatever it is I need to fix.”

You feel your eyes start to fill with tears. It’s just like
Tadashi-kun to take all the blame on himself even as he’s telling you that you
hurt him. And it kills you that you hurt such a sweet, selfless boy who you
know would give you the world if he could. Reaching out you take his hand and
squeeze.

“Tadashi-kun, you have nothing to apologize for. It’s me who
should be apologizing to you. I just…I thought I’d buried this far enough in my
past that it wouldn’t bother me anymore and that it wouldn’t affect our
relationship, but…obviously that didn’t work.”

Sighing you stand up from the swing and begin pacing in
front of him as you talk. “When I was in junior high I thought volleyball
sounded like a lot of fun so I joined the club team. Everything was going great
until we started practicing spikes.” Here you pause gulping down the lump in
your throat. “I…I just froze! The coach was yelling at me to run and jump to
hit the ball but I was too scared! What if I jumped into the net? What if I
landed wrong and twisted my ankle? What if I hit the ball into some girl’s face
and broke her nose and she hated me for the rest of our lives?”

Yamaguchi struggles to hold back his grin; he’s never known
you have Yachi-syndrome when it comes to worrying and he feels bad for thinking
you look adorable right now with your wide eyes and frantically moving hands as
you recall the memory.

You’re still talking and he forces himself to focus on your
words. “And then it’s like everyone just turned on me! Started calling me
names, saying they didn’t want someone so useless on the team, stuff like that.
So I just turned tail and ran out of the gym never to set foot in it again. I
vowed from that day on that I would avoid anything to do with volleyball.”

Here you stop and look at him, tears trailing down your face
as you hiccup, “And…and then I met you…the sweetest, most amazing boy ever and of course you had to love volleyball so
I just…I just tried so hard to ignore all the bad feelings I got but it was too
hard! Then I wasn’t sure how to tell you because I really, really like you and
I was afraid that…I don’t know…I thought maybe if you knew why you’d think I
was stupid or something. I just…I didn’t know what to do and now I’ve ended up
hurting you and you probably hate me!” By now he’s stood up and is holding you
close, your shoulders shaking under the weight of your distress.

“______-chan,” he says softly in your ear, “first of all, I
could never hate you. Secondly, I don’t care if you don’t love volleyball, you
don’t even have to like it. I just didn’t understand why you were so distant
about it. Honestly, I thought it was something I’d done because, if you haven’t
noticed, I tend to think things are my fault more often than not.” You nod but
he keeps going, “And if anyone can understand how you feel it’s me. I’m nothing
but the pinch server and even that I
couldn’t do right. But you know what?” He pulls back to look into your tear
stained face. “I got back up again, and I think you can too.”

You frown in confusion and he smiles, wiping your tears
away. “Who cares if you can’t or don’t want to spike? Why not focus on becoming
the best receiver on the team? Look at Nishinoya-senpei! He’s not even allowed
to attack and yet he’s one of the most important players on our team!”

He hugs you close again, kissing your temple. “All I ask is
that you try to move on so you don’t have to carry this burden anymore.”

You nod, hugging his waist tightly as you breath in his
scent. When you pull away again he smiles more widely. “Will you meet me at
practice tomorrow after you’re done with cleaning the classroom? We can go out
for ice cream afterwards.”

“Sure, Tadashi-kun, that sounds nice,” you reply taking his
hand as the two of you begin to walk back to your house. When you reach your porch,
you stand on tip toes and kiss him sweetly on the lips.

“Wha…what was that for?” he asks blushing. He’s still not
quite used to being able to be affectionate like this with you.

“That was a thank you, for being so forgiving and
understanding and for helping to pick me back up so I can move on.”

“You…you’re welcome,” he stammers, his hand behind his head.
Clearing his throat, he takes one step backwards down the stairs, stumbling
slightly but covering it up with a nervous laugh. “Well, then, I’ll see you
tomorrow at school and after at practice.”

“See you then, Tadashi-kun,” you reply waving as he walks
away. With a sigh you go inside, slightly nervous but looking forward to the
day tomorrow.

I got just got my wisdom teeth removed and I’m in some pain… Could I get Kurro, Wakatoshi, Bokuto, and Oikawa taking cause of their female s/o after their surgery. Headcannons or scenarios are fine. Whichever you feel like. Thank you so much and love your blog <3

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Aw, sweetie, I hope that you’re feeling much better! I remember getting my wisdom teeth out, it’s not fun and I looked like I was beat up or something. Lol, but I hope everything turned out well!

Enjoy!

P.s. I’m settled on the couch with a glass of wine and Moana on TV and I’m gonna crank out as many requests as possible!

“Come on, babe,” there was a chuckle the accompanied the words that came daringly from his lips, “one foot after the other into the car.” Kuroo held her about the waist, only holding her up when he thought she was leaning too far in one direction or the other. The smile plastered on his face only grew wider as she attempted to crawl into the front seat, leaving her feet flat on the pavement. “Feet,” he encouraged, tapping at her ankle with his own foot.

“I know what I’m doing,” she answered instantly, not paying any mind to his nudging – perhaps she hadn’t even felt it – her words slightly muffled by that the gauze that was shoved into the back of her mouth. “Hey, did the car get smaller? I can’t fit.”

The laugh that came next was deep from inside his chest, his eyes sparkling with amusement and he now wished he had taken Bokuto’s advice in filming her for the first hour that she was free of the anesthesia. “It might’ve,” he smiled, listening to her coo in amazement, “but I need your feet in and your butt in the seat. Then we’ll get a milkshake, yeah?”

He heard her give an attempt at a ‘tsk’ before finally plopping down into the chair of the car and pulling her feet inside. “You’re so bossy,” she muttered as she fumbled with the seatbelt.

Kuroo took over gently and leaned to press a kiss to her forehead, his lips tugged up in adoration. “I know, babe, I know,” he confirmed as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “let’s get you home.”

As Ushijima piled more pillows behind her on their shared bed, he helped her carefully lean back against the soft support, his strong hands gentle. He listened to her hum in comfort before his gaze drifted down to her hands that were grasping for his. “Come cuddle with me,” she mumbled as the pain killers that were given to her upon returning home began to kick in.

Taking her hand in his, he gave a small squeeze as he kneeled at the side of the bed. “I don’t want to hurt you,” it was a simple comment, but it held so much meaning to him in that moment. Surgery was always a scary thing, even with something that was so widely practice as the removal of wisdom teeth. There were always factors that couldn’t always be anticipated. So while she had done perfectly through the procedure, all he wanted was for her to have a perfect healing process.

“Pfft,” the sound didn’t have as much force as she probably meant to put into it, “just don’t hit my jaw. Hell, I can’t feel anything or…” The words drifted away from her as her eyes grew heavier. There was no stopping the affectionate smile that pulled at his lips then.

He supposed she was right. There was no reason that he couldn’t lay next to her if he didn’t hit any spot that was tender. Carefully, he worked his way around her still form to place himself next to her, his fingers intertwining with hers as he leaned to press a small kiss to her temple.

He hoped that when the pain killers wore off, she would be just as fine as she seemed to be right then. Well, he supposed he would just have to wait until she woke up. And when she did, he’d do anything she needed him to do.

“Okay,” Bokuto called from his place in the kitchen to her out in the living room, “smoothie or soup, take your pick.” And really, he supposed her choices were even more limited than that. For she couldn’t have any soup that had any kind of chunks. With the surgery still being fresh, there was no way she could chew anything without getting something stuck in the stitches at the back of he mouth. But that was what she would have to deal with for the new couple days.

“Neither,” she answered almost immediately, bringing a snort from the male who was rummaging through the refrigerator, “I want a grilled cheese. Or something like a pork sandwich smothered with barbecue sauce. Oh, better yet, I want tons of mac and cheese with bacon and mushrooms in it.”

Laughter rolled from him as he turned to make his way into the adjacent room, his arms crossed over his large chest as he leaned against the doorframe of the door. “Well, you can’t have any of that,” he answered simply, “you get the choice of a smoothie or soup – specifically tomato, because that’s all we have.” When she pouted and sunk lower into the cushions of the couch, he smiled before moving across the room to seat himself next to her.

“A cold smoothie might help ease the pain,” he suggested, eyes lingering on the swelling that had started up along one side of her jaw. The poor thing looked like she was almost part hamster, at least she would if there wasn’t the bruising that seemed to turn darker with each hour that passed. 

She signed heavily as she sunk into his side, her head falling to rest against his shoulder. “Fine, I’ll take the smoothie,” he smiled at the answer, kissed the top of her head and popped himself up to make her the best smoothie of her life.

“No, I am not giving you are more of these,” Oikawa stated, shaking the bottle of pain killers as he stalked away from her moaning on the couch, “you got sick the last time you took them. There are other ways of stopping it from hurting.” It had scared him when he was woken in the middle of the night to her throwing up into the toilet. There was so much blood and he was sure it was in no way good for the wounds at the back of her mouth to come in contact with the bile that was coming up.

She groaned loudly, throwing her head back against the back of the couch, her hands delicately cupping over the swollen skin of her cheeks. “Tooru, please,” she begged. Her gaze turned to him and another moan of distress came from her when she saw the unsympathetic expression that covered his face. “You’re evil.”

He shrugged then. “It’s for your own good,” he answered, moving to start packing chunks of ice into a ziplock bag. It was cold against his fingers and he knew that the cold contact helped his knee when it was bothering him, so it would surely help her out – at the very least it would help with the swelling.

Moving back into the living room, he smiled at the look of slight resentment they were giving him. He knew what pain could do to a person and in no way held the way she was behaving against her, she had every right to complain – her mouth hurt and she could barely eat anything. It would definitely suck. “Here,” he spoke gently as he carefully pressed the ice filled bag against her jaw.

She flinched, which was to be expected, but after another moment she found herself leaning into the cold, a feeling of relief taking over her features. “Better, huh?” Oikawa teased lightly, chuckling when she rolled her eyes at him. He stood, fingers lifting her hand to place a single kiss to her fingers which then replaced his own on the bag. “I’ll get dinner started,” he spoke softly, grateful that he could do something to ease her pain.

Melt my heart these are wonderful!!

Kagami – Dating Prompt #24 Clubbing/Dancing

“But Taiga-kun, you promised!” you whine making your
boyfriend groan from where he sits on the couch.

He glances up at you, eyes a mixture of annoyance and
pleading. He really, really, really
doesn’t want to go out tonight, least of all to a club opening.

You cross your arms and tap your foot with impatience,
fixing him with your best pout. He’s not getting out of this no matter how much
he grumbles. You’ve put up with not being able to go out for months while Seirin battled it out for
the Winter Cup. Now that they’ve emerged victorious you’re damned determined to
spend some quality time with him.

Kagami avoids your eyes. He knows he’s being unfair but damn
it, clubs just aren’t his thing! He’s never really been one for dancing (not
that he’s ever really tried) and the
thought of being pushed and squished amongst sweaty strangers while blasting
music he’s not even fond of threatens to damage his eardrums makes him cringe.
He hears you huff in annoyance at ignoring your pleas, your steps leading away
from him to your now shared bedroom. Ever since your parents had to leave for
business like his own you’ve taken to staying with him more and more. Now
you’re practically a fixture in his home. Not that he minds. It’s been nice
coming home exhausted from practice to find a home cooked meal and welcoming arms.

As his thoughts trail over all you’ve done and sacrificed
for him, all the patience you’ve shown with his late nights, early mornings, when
he’s been stressed out of his mind and generally has piss poor attitude because
the pressures of the team and school got to be too much he sighs again. He’s
being a jerk. You deserve whatever the hell you want from him and if you want
to go to some stupid club then so be it.

Standing up he heads to the bedroom and finds you idly
searching through your clothes. Coming up behind you he wraps you in his arms
and kisses the top of your head.

“Ok, let’s go,” he says and you whirl around to face him your
eyes bright and smile wide.

“Really?!”

He shrugs. “It’s what you want to do, so let’s do it.”

It’s loud. So loud Kagami can hardly hear himself think, let
alone be able to hear anyone speak to him. He’s leaning against a wall, the
bass thumping against his back as it reverberates throughout the room, a bottle
of water in his hand which he sips from time to time as he watches you while
you swish and sway on the dance floor. Thankfully when the two of you arrived
you’d run into some friends and were, for the moment, content to dance with
your girls while he observed.

The whole situation is just as uncomfortable as he predicted
but the look on your face is worth the annoyance. Plus, had he not already
decided on his own to bring you here your clubbing attire would have made the
decision for him. A skin-tight tube dress in his favorite colors: black and
red. He smirks; what else would his girlfriend wear to get his attention? Your
hair is up exposing your slender neck and elegant shoulders. Anyone else would
have probably fallen over in the four inch heels you’re sporting but you’re
nimble and seemingly light on your feet.  He doesn’t admit this to anyone, but he loves
your elegance. You always look put together and graceful no matter the
situation and it brings a calmness to him he hasn’t experienced before.

Unfortunately, he’s not the only male here with eyes and he
see those around you staring a little too long, standing a little too close and
nudging one another in daring encouragement to approach you. For now, he stands
his ground; he knows you’re independent and don’t appreciate him exerting his
dominance all the time. But he knows you know that if you really need him, he’ll
be there in a heartbeat.

Out on the floor you’re having a great time with your
friends dancing and laughing, though mixed with the feeling of happiness is a
blending of disappointment and guilt. Tonight was supposed to be all about you
and Taiga reconnecting and having fun but he looked so out of place and
uncomfortable that you took pity on him allowing him to stand on the perimeter
while you danced your feet bloody. Looking up you catch his heavy gaze, the
burning in them making you flush a bit. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit that
you’ve been putting on a little show just for him, always making sure to keep
yourself in his line of sight. If he can’t enjoy dancing with you then he might
as well enjoy watching you dance, right?

Though you realize the flaw in your plan when a much too
friendly hand reaches around to grab your waist. Turning rapidly, you look up
into the face of, you suppose, a handsome man but he’s not your handsome man and is definitely too forward.

Stepping back, you push his hand away. “Excuse me, I’m just
here with my friends. “

He smirks, clearly unaffected by your rejection and steps
into your personal space again. “Oh, come on now, with moves like those do you
really think I believe you aren’t just begging for attention?”

His voice is smooth but it makes you shiver in all the wrong
ways. Stepping back again you bump into someone and apologize hastily.

“I’m just here to have a good time with my friends. Now, if
you’ll excuse me,” you say and turn to head towards Taiga but the man grabs
your arm pulling you back. Just before you’re about to slap him a good one you
feel a strong, familiar presence at your back. Taiga always was quick.

“You have one second to let go of her before you end up on
the floor,” he growls fixing the man with his most fierce stare. For a second
it looks like the guy is going to be stupid enough to try something but
thankfully he releases your arm roughly and disappears into the throng of clubbers.

“You ok?” he asks against your ear and you sigh.

“Yeah, thanks Taiga-kun,” you say and turn to face him.
You’re surprised by the room around the two of you. Then again, Taiga’s
presence is intimidating and no doubt the revelers around you instinctually
give him some distance. Just as you’re about to say you can leave you feel
Taiga’s hands grasp your waist and pull you right up next to him.

His body is hot, burning through his clothing to yours and
you feel a flush start from your feet all the way to your head. The next moment
you’re stunned as Taiga begins to move to the beat, holding you close and
searing you with his intensity. You inhale deeply, wrapping your arms around
his neck and staring into his eyes as the two of you lose yourselves to the
music.

At one point you turn, rolling your hips making him grunt at
the sensual connection between the two of you. His hands aren’t idle, running
up and down your waist, his lips pecking your neck every now and again making
you burn even hotter.

When the buildup becomes too great you grasp his hand,
tugging roughly to lead him off the dance floor to a dark corner of the room.
Turning to face him you lean up as he leans down your lips crashing into one
another in a heat, passion filled kiss. Pulling away for air he rests his
forehead against yours, both of you breathing hard from dancing and that kiss.

Opening your eyes, you meet his gaze again and smile coyly.
“And here I thought you couldn’t dance, you’ve been holding out on me
Taiga-kun.”

Smirking he brushes his lips lightly against yours before
his deep voice rumbles, “Kise isn’t the only one who can learn by watching.”

You giggle and kiss him again. The date may not have started
out the way you wanted but as long as it ended with you here, in Taiga’s arms,
you couldn’t be happier.

Oikawa Birthday Headcanons

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It’s the angel child’s birthday!! You think the nerd knows he shares a birthday with Alexander the Great? Probably. Happy Birthday, Oikawa!! We really love you, even if you drive us crazy sometimes. 
~Admins Alyx, Ellie and Emma


SFW:

  • Oikawa makes a Big Fucking Deal out of his birthday. This doesn’t really come as a surprise to anyone, but in the days preceding it he definitely makes a point of oh-so-casually mentioning that his birthday is coming up.
  • Oikawa also jokes about the extravagant gifts and treats he wants for his birthday.
  • Hanamaki and Matsukawa poke plenty of fun at him for it. “Alright team, as you all know, Oikawa’s birthday is next week. As such, we’ve made some arrangements as befitting our revered captain. Kindaichi, Kunimi, Yahaba, Kyoutani, you’ll be in charge of carrying the palanquin…”
  • Despite all of his elaborate demands, he’s really genuinely touched by even the smallest of gestures. Underneath his dramatics, what he really cares about is that it’s heartfelt. Whether it’s something you made, or something you saw that made you think of him, he absolutely means it when he tells you he’ll cherish it.
  • This nerd is probably aware that he shares a birthday with Alexander the Great, and is very dramatic about it, proclaiming himself OIKAWA THE GREAT. Makki and Mattsun bring back the joke about the palanquin.
  • Do not give him a birthday crown/pin/sash/anything unless you are prepared for the reality of him wearing it all day long. He will do it. Yes, even that ridiculous, glittery tiara that says “Birthday Bitch” on it.
  • 100% uses his birthday as an excuse to eat all the sweets and junk food he wants. You weren’t gonna stop him anyway, though; the adorable little smile he gets on his face as he eats his fifth milk bread of the day is just too damn precious.  
  • He’s a bit of a social butterfly, so he’ll definitely want to go out or have a party. Even once he’s old enough to drink, it’s more about hanging out with friends than drinking, though. That said–don’t let Makki and Mattsun talk him into thinking birthday shots are a good idea. It will end badly for everyone involved.
  • If you throw him a surprise party, he will die–in the best possible way. To be fair, he probably knew about it weeks ahead of time; boy is observant af. It’s not the surprise that matters to him, though, it’s the fact that you went to all that effort to him. He’s really touched, and even if the surprise isn’t much of a surprise, his reaction is pretty genuine and he probably cries anyway.
  • At the end of the night, though, he’ll want some quiet time to have you all to himself. You’re both so busy a lot of the time, he lives for the times he gets your undivided attention.

NSFW:

  • PAMPER. THAT. BOY. It’s his birthday, and he deserves it. Whether it’s a nice long massage, a new toy or lingerie, or just showering him in extra love, he craves it. Just make him feel special.
  • He loves all things lacey when it comes to lingerie, but he also loves naughty cut outs and crotchless things. That way he can have all your sensitive parts without taking the pretty things off.
  • He’s a switch for the most part, but the boy loves to be submissive. Tie him down, ride him, make him beg for more. He’ll be putty in your hands by the time you’re done.
  • Want to get Oikawa sobbing? Gag him and pull his hair. He lives for it, and he’s a bit of a screamer when he’s overwhelmed.
  • Bigger isn’t always better–a discreet-but-powerful prostate massager is by far his dream toy. He’s super responsive when it comes to p-spot stimulation, and he adores being overstimulated there. Keep him going until he can’t anymore, and you’ll have a spent and sated Oikawa.
  • If the dom/sub angle isn’t your bag, that’s ok. He is also a big fan of the soft, sensuous love-making variety. If you let him, he will spend a solid hour worshipping your body. It’s about 90% teasing but it’s still very good.
  • He’s a big fan of kissing during foreplay. He can honestly just make out for hours, gently touching and caressing and holding you. He just loves the closeness.
  • He’s a king of oral, and he will go down for hours if you let him. He’s very good at figuring out what you like, and once he does, he’ll vacation between your legs for a couple hours if you let him. He loves the feel and the taste and the smell and a pair of thighs over his shoulders are just literally the best for him.
  • He’s a big fan of eye-contact during sex proper. He likes any position where you can look into each other’s eyes, whichever one of you is on top. It doesn’t’ really matter–he just needs that connection.
  • Honestly, no matter what kind of sex you have (rough and kinky or sweet and vanilla) he needs to hold you when you’re done. He needs to feel loved and cherished and appreciated, and he needs your skin on his. It is the best feeling in the world to him (a little praise never hurt, either.)

As always, amazing! Happy birthday Oikawa!

Hey babe, good to see you again! For the body ask can I please get Inuoka – arms and torso Tanaka – lips and eyes? Thanks lovely!

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INUOKA ARMS

What kind of hugger are they?

Inuoka is the type of hugger that will surprise you by wrapping his arms around your waist from the behind, his grip firm and comforting. He is a cuddle monster so throughout the relationship you’d be more than accustomed to his surprise attacks but you’d always look forward to them. His height makes you feel safe and the kisses he gently trails down your neck have the ability to calm you down regardless of how tense you are.

How do they carry their s/o to the bed?

Usually he’s the stubborn one who refuses to go to bed unless there’s certain bribe involved, so he’s most likely to be the one to carry you to your bed only when you fall asleep on the couch even if he told you to go to bed a dozen of times. He is caring, yes, but he is also a little bit on the sadistic side so unless you were really sleep-deprived due to how busy you are, he is probably going to throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he playfully scolds you about how you never listen to him. Yes, he is that much of a dork.

INUOKA TORSO

Do they like to cuddle?

Pffft, does he like to cuddle? Hell yes he does! He’s the type that will cling onto you no matter how hot it is outside, he believes his true life calling is being the big spoon. You better drag your ass towards him or he’ll sulk like there’s no tomorrow.

What do they like to eat?

Cannonly, his main concern in life is “I’ll eat and eat, but I’m still hungry!” so I think it’s more than accurate that he likes quite a number of things—his favorite is home cooked meals. If you made it for him you can rest assured that he’ll brag about it to his teammates or colleagues to no end.

TANAKA LIPS

What kind of sweet nothings do they whisper?

He’ll start out by being unbelievably smooth, with reassuring and supportive words in a voice that would be unrecognizable compared to the one he has on court as he caresses your hair in a soothing, steady rhythm. Then somehow, all of a sudden, he’d manage to end up switching the topic to how he is such a caring senpai and how great/ smooth he is being. He usually does it just to make you laugh if you’re having a bad day and for the most part, it actually works!

What do they like to talk about?

I’m assuming that while he does like talking about the topics you have in common, he prefers it when either one of you is talking about your passions. He adores listening to you getting excited and absorbed in your own world but at the same time he is in love with how interested you seem when he is doing the same. Bonus points if he knows that you’re not that well informed or interested but you’re listening carefully and actively engaging in the conversation just because it’s him discussing it. At the same time though, he loves thinking aloud about what your future together may look like. Even if they are just bizarre ideas which aren’t humanly possible.


Can they sing?

Uhh… Well would you look at the time! I have to go now, my bus is running late—I mean I have to run if I don’t want to be late! Jesus Christ I never run that is such a lie.

TANAKA EYES

What do they look for in an s/o?

A patient, athletic person would suit his interests quite well, but in all honestly he’d like someone who is somewhat needy and clingy. He adores the feeling of being needed, it makes him appear more manly! He’d expect them to be loyal to the bone too, he isn’t the type to mess around and he craves for security in a relationship. No matter how tough he tries to act, he will be over the moon if his family approves of his significant other, so someone who is polite and well mannered should go without saying. An affectionate and attentive person would make him melt, I honestly think he would be the type to fall for a domestic type of partner. A wild side would only be a bonus if you know what I mean 😉

  What do they like to see on their s/o?

I mean, it’s a given that he likes it when you wear feminine and elegant clothing, but there is nothing that he enjoys more than having you cuddled up by his side while you’re watching a movie, dressed in clothing that is obviously too large for you. It makes you ten times more cuddly and while he wouldn’t say it twice, he is a big fan of that. Be quiet though, he has an imagine to protect so don’t go around telling people about it!


 Their favorite part of their s/o?

As weird as it sounds, the nape of your neck is his absolute favorite. After a long day he’ll wrap his arms around you from the behind as he rests his head into the nape of your neck; that way he would have his personal teddy bear in the most comfortable position ever + he’d get to watch whatever movie you’re watching with you. He’ll probably make Nishinyoa take pictures of you two at one point just so he can post it on insta with the hashtag #goals because girl, you know that is exactly what you are!

These were so cute!! I’m so glad to see you on my dash again!

Dating Prompt – #56 Poetry Reading – Asahi Azumane

Asahi-kun has been acting nervous all day. Well, more
nervous than usual, fidgeting in his seat and casting glances at you and
blushing for no apparent reason. You have to stifle a giggle when the teacher
asks if he has to go to the bathroom and he turns a deep crimson as he shakes
his head no. When the bell for the end of class finally rings he’s up on his
feet and out the door in a flash.

“What’s up with him?” your friend asks as you shoulder your
backpack.

Normally you would say he was just eager to get to
volleyball practice, there is a big game coming up after all, but his behavior
doesn’t seem to match that. He was definitely affected by you for some reason.
It’s true the two of you have been sort of dancing around one another lately,
your acquaintanceship moving to friendship through after school study sessions
and more recently you’ve been getting the impression that he may like you.
Which thrills you to the core because you really, really like him, but you’re
way too nervous to say anything.

When you reach the exit gates of the school you’re surprised
to see Noya-san holding onto Asahi-kun’s shirt in clear effort to get him to
stay put. The sight makes you giggle as you call out, “Hey guys, what’s going
on?”

Asahi-kun freezes, his eyes widening at your sudden
appearance. Apparently he and Noya-san are in the middle of an argument because
the short libero hisses, “Do it now!” When the ace shakes his head his pint
size friend smacks his arm. “Be a man, or so help me I’ll do it for you, you
big chicken.” Satisfied that his threat carries enough weight on its own,
Noya-san waves to you before jogging back towards the gym.

“Aren’t you going to practice, Asahi-kun?” you ask, unsure
what’s going on with your friend.

“Um, yeah,” he says haltingly scratching the back of his
head, “I, uh, I just wanted to…” he stops, closing his eyes and taking a deep
breath. When he opens then again he meets your gaze and says in a rush,
“Areyoubusyfridaynight?”

“What?” you ask, unable to make out the jumbled sentence.

Rubbing his head he tries again, this time with a deep blush
on his cheeks. “Are…are you busy this Friday night?”

“No, why?”

He looks to the side, mumbling out, “I, uh, was wondering if
you’d like to go to this new little café I found near my house. It’s nothing
big, or anything, just a cool place…I…I thought you’d like it.” He ends his
invitation by finally meeting your eyes again.

You smile and nod. “I’d love to Asahi-kun, should I meet you
there?”

“Um, no, I’ll pick you up,” he says hastily but you frown.
Didn’t he say the café was near his place? What good would it do for him to
come all the way to your place and pick you up?

“Asahi-kun, you don’t have to-“ you begin but he interjects.

“I’d like to _______-chan, it…I’m not asking to just hang
out.” He doesn’t go on, but you’re pretty sure this is a date request.

Smiling again you say, “Ok then, what time will you pick me
up?”

He smiles back faintly, his breathing finally a normal pace.
“Does 7:00 work?”

“That’s perfect. See you tomorrow at school, have a good
practice!” you say cheerily as you wave and walk towards home.

The rest of the week crawls by as you become more eager for
your date with Asahi-kun but you’re trying not to read too much into it too
soon. It may be that he just wants to try this out, see if maybe you’d work as
a couple. The thought is both exciting and scary because what if he realizes he
doesn’t really like you enough to actually date you? Will things be awkward after
this? Your own anxiety starts to creep up but you push it down. Asahi-kun is a
kind boy, he wouldn’t do something like this just to do it, so he must feel
something for you…right?

Finally the night arrives and you’re a jumble of nerves,
your only saving grace knowing that Asahi-kun is probably a bigger mess than
you are. When he arrives promptly at 7:00 and you open the door you see you’re
right; he looks a little pale as he thrusts a small bouquet of white daisies at
you. Taking them to the kitchen you set them in a vase before returning to your
date, finally taking in his appearance. He’s wearing dark denim jeans and black
sweater, but still manages to look absolutely gorgeous.

You walk to the train station to take the line back to his
neighborhood, the two of you finally falling into normal casual conversation
like you usually have because you are friends after all. Once you reach your
destination, Asahi guides the two of you to the café. It’s a quaint little shop
and when you walk in your overwhelmed by the smell of delicious coffees and
baked treats.

The two of you get in line to pick your drinks and food,
Asahi-kun adamantly insisting he pay since he asked you to come and what
gentleman wouldn’t pay for his date’s food? Once you have your items the two of
you sit down at a quiet corner table, talking in low tones about this, that and
the other, but he’s beginning to look nervous again, his eyes continually
straying over your head. When you turn to see what he’s looking at all you can
see is a clock on the wall. Is he hoping the date will be over soon? You
thought you were both having a good time.

When you turn back around he’s got an odd look on his face
but before you can ask what’s wrong you hear someone clearing their throat over
the sound system. Turning back around you see someone dressed all in black
talking. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to open mic night. Most
of you who are planning on sharing tonight have already signed up but if you
have something you’d like to contribute our sign up is at the back. Now,
without further ado, our first amateur reader tonight is Azume Asahi.”

Your eyes widen till you think they’ll pop out of your head
as polite, quiet applause accompanies Asahi-kun while he makes his way to the
front of the room. The lights are dimmed in the main area, a spotlight fixed on
a stool and stand next to the now open mic. You had no idea Asahi wrote
anything outside of school work and poetry no less.

Turning your chair around you fix your eyes on him. When he
gets settled he lifts his gaze and focuses solely on you. Slowly it’s as if the
rest of the room completely disappears and it’s just the two of you here in
this moment. Your heart is pounding with anticipation and a little nervousness
on his behalf. Who knew the timid ace wouldn’t have stage fright?

He takes out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket,
unfolding it. The creases show he’s had this for a while, folding and unfolding
it over and over. Clearing his throat, he says, “This is entitled “The Hero”
and it’s dedicated to ______-chan.” You inhale sharply as he begins to read.

The Hero

Fear has been my constant companion

I look both ways twice and then again

Risk is hard, it makes my chest ache

Taking a chance, my knees will shake

People don’t seem to understand

You can’t tell all by a person’s hands

Ridiculed for my stature and age

It just felt easier to remain backstage

But then you came around and shown your light

You’re a brave new world that I can’t fight

In the midst of your torrent, you still bring me peace

You make me feel confident, assured and at ease

I know it’s supposed to be the other way around

But I believe a hero in a woman can be found

And you are mine, though you’ve never known

You’ve taken my hand and helped me up off the ground

I can never repay you for the kindness you’ve shown

Your care and consideration are gifts of value untold

So here is my heart, to have and to hold


He ends with a sigh, a weight seemingly lifted from his
broad shoulders. As the audience claps you feel tears trailing down your
cheeks. Asahi-kun reaches your table, his face full of concern at first but
when you smile he returns it. Without a word you stand up, throwing your arms
around his neck and hugging him fiercely. He returns the embrace, his strong
arms tight around your waist and the café erupts into larger applause at your
display. Ignoring your fiery cheeks and butterfly filled stomach you pull back
and look up into his face.

“I accept,” you say making him smile widely. Leaning down he
gives you a sweet, chaste kiss on the cheek, so very Asahi-kun. When he goes to
pull away you place your hands on the back of his head pulling him until your
lips meet. You can feel the flush of his face but you don’t care; he’s yours
and you don’t care who sees it.