Date Prompt #24 – Clubbing/Dancing – Ushijima

“But mom! Why do I have to go?” you whine. Mother fixes you
with her sternest glare, placing hands on her hips to let you know she’s
serious.

“Because the Ushijima family is very influential, we need to
get into their good graces,” she answers with a huff.

Rolling your eyes, you storm upstairs to look at the dress
she’s picked for this debacle you’re being forced to go to. Every year a large
gala is thrown by some of the top families at Shiratorizawa Academy for the
upper classman; their version of an elaborately over done prom you suppose. You
never thought it possible you would ever go period, let alone now as a first
year. And with Ushijima Wakatoshi of all people! The biggest stick, no, trunk in the mud you’ve ever met! You
just can’t understand his appeal to the girls in your group. Granted the boy is
handsome, but he’s silent, morose looking, and eats, drinks, and most likely
sleeps volleyball.

And of course your family would be the type of
traditionalists who adhere to the line of thought that daughters do and say
what they’re told to. Overall, things haven’t been so bad, but once your dad
heard who was asking to take you (and was smart enough to ask him and not you) there was no getting
out of the evening.

Entering your room your eyes fall on your bed, upon which
lies a rather beautiful gown. It’s a-line with a v-neck, the shoulder straps
covered in faux diamonds which match those around the waist. Picking it up you
find the back is lace with a delicate u-drape of fabric. The skirt is flowy but
not too wide, the color a rich, plum color. In a box you find a pair of low
heeled silver shoes. Trying on the dress you gasp. Even you have to admit you
look good!

Mom comes in and claps her hands. “Oh honey, you look
beautiful! Here, let me help you with your hair and makeup.” Without much
choice in the matter she sits you down at your vanity, primping, curling,
painting and manipulating your face and hair to just how she wants it. When
she’s done your hair is in an elegant up-do, a beautiful diamond (real this
time) hair pin tucked in the back. She’s accomplished a subtle fresh look for
your face, but opted for a deep bold burgundy lipstick. You’re surprised your mom
would choose such a color. Flushing a bit when you look in the mirror you can’t
help but smile at her in the reflection of the glass.

“That’s my girl,” she says before a knock at the door draws
her attention away. “And that much be your handsome date, I’ll get the door
dear. Wait here a minute, you must make a good entrance.”

You snort as she leaves; sometimes she can be so silly but
you love her anyway. From downstairs you hear Wakatoshi’s deep voice resonating
as he greets your mom in short simple syllables. Suddenly, you’re really
nervous. You’ve been so caught up in the preparation and fun girly time with
mom that it completely left your head why you’re even doing this. Swallowing
down your nerves you step out of your room and head towards the stairs just as
your mother is calling up, “______-chan! Ushijima-san is here!”

Taking a deep breath, you carefully navigate the
stairs, managing to not fall by keeping your eyes on your feet. When you
finally reach the ground floor you look up, just barely managing not to gasp.
Standing before you is Ushijima and he looks good. You’ve only ever seen him in his school uniform or once in a
while his volleyball one. This is the first you’ve ever seen him in “real life”
but it feels like a fantasy.

He’s clad in a black tuxedo with royal purple shirt
and white tie. In his hand he holds a corsage of white lilies.

Mom clears her throat, reminding you that you really
should stop staring and say something. Bowing slightly you say, “Good evening
Ushijima-san.”

“Good evening, ______-san, thank you for
accompanying me this evening,” he replies though his face is as expressionless
as ever. Either he’s not as impressed with you as you are with him, or he
really isn’t able to remove that look from his face.

After some awkwardness of getting the corsage on
your wrist and begging through clenched teeth for your mother to stop taking
pictures, the two of you make your way outside. You’re not surprised to see a
limo, the driver standing beside the back door, opening it as you approach. He
takes your hand guiding you in and you scoot further across the seat as
Ushijima follows you. The door shuts and when the driver takes him place up
front you’re on your way.

Unsurprisingly the ride there is silent, you looking
out the window and your date staring straight ahead. You’re fairly sure he
wants to be here about as much as you do and so try not to begrudge him too
badly. When you arrive to the hotel where the gala is being hosted the driver
opens the door allowing Ushijima to exit. When you scoot over and extend your
hand out for assistance you’re surprised to find it’s the stoic male and not
the driver who has taken it to help you out. An unexpected blush floods your
cheeks at the contact.

He shocks you further by wrapping your arm through
his, leading you to the entrance. Seems he’s been more trained than you
previously thought, not that you’re exactly a debutant. You still don’t
understand why out of all the girls, particularly rich girls, he could have chosen he picked little ol’ you.

When the doors open your eyes widen; everything is
covered or made of glitzy silvers, golds and ambers. Ushijima guides you to the
main ballroom. The moment he lets you go, numerous girls flood around him
asking all sorts of inane questions. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you
make your way to the drink and hors d’oeuvres table. Grabbing a plate and a cup
you fill up since you’ve not had dinner.

Finding a quiet corner table, you sit down and eat
your snacks, observing Ushijima dealing with his sudden fan club. You snort to
yourself thinking how awkward he looks, knowing that if Oikawa were in the same
position he’d have the lot of them blushing and giggling in no time. He appears
to be looking around and when his eyes land on you he stops. Without preamble
or explanation, he guides himself through the throng of estrogen and reaches
your table.

“Why did you leave?” he asks sitting down.

You smirk. “Didn’t want to get in the way of your
fan club,” you respond cheekily. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he
was annoyed with you at leaving him alone to deal with that.

His next statement confirms it. “Why do you think I
asked you to come to this? To avoid, that from happening.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “Um, sorry I guess,
usually when guys are flocked by beautiful girls they don’t complain too much.”

“I don’t appreciate cheap flattery and fake
niceness,” he replies looking back across the dance floor at the girls now
glaring at you. You could care less. It’s not like you’re friends anyway.

Shrugging your shoulders you offer an olive branch
in the form of a mushroom stuff with toasted cheese. “Hungry?” you proffer. He
nods, plucking the fungus from your fork and popping it in his mouth. The action
makes you laugh.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing, just…never mind, it’s really nothing,” you
giggle. He looks at you with the same stone expression but his eyes seem to
have warmed slightly.  

Eventually the two of you finish the plate of food together,
all in silence. You’re surprised to feel so comfortable with it, and him, so
quickly. Glancing at the dance floor again you can’t stop a sigh from escaping
your lips. There are numerous couples twirling and swaying about in a
traditional waltz. Dance has been one of your hobbies since you were a young
girl and you’ve always dreamed of being in a place like this, wearing a dress
like the one you are and dancing the night away with a handsome prince.

Casting side eyes at your date you chuckle to
yourself. Ushijima may be handsome, but a prince he is not. And that’s ok,
really, but still it would be nice…

Your thoughts are cut off when he stands up.
Thinking he’s about to go get a drink or something you don’t look up but are
startled when his hand extends into your line of vision. You look at it and then
up at him, floored to see him with his other hand behind his back, his waist
bent in a slight bow as he silently asks you to dance.

Taking his hand, he easily lifts you out of your
chair and ushers you to the dance floor. Turning you around, he places one
large hand on your waist, the other still holding your hand and guiding it into
position. With a short nod he indicates he’s about to start and off he goes,
leading you in a perfectly timed waltz, falling in line with the circle of
dancers already present.

Round and round he guides you, his hold firm but
gentle, his eyes never leaving your face to look at his feet; he knows exactly
what he’s doing.

You’ve never danced with someone outside of your
classes and feel your nerves begin to take over. You stumble a bit on your
dress but he holds you up, effortlessly turning your fumble into a slight dip
before bringing you even closer to himself. Leaning down he says in your ear,
“Don’t over think it, follow my lead.”

You nod in understanding, the rest of the dance
going off without any further issues. At the conclusion of the song you and the
rest of the dance floor occupants clap in appreciation to the musicians.
Thinking the moment over, you turn to leave but when the next song starts you
feel yourself pulled back into Ushijima’s arms. At your look of surprise he
offers, for the first time ever, a slight smile. You understand a little bit
more girls’ attraction to this boy.

For the rest of the night the two of you are lost in
your own world of dancing. It’s a means of communication you’ve always heard of
but never experienced because most of the partners you’ve had always either
tried to be too smooth or were too nervous, constantly talking or stammering
away. But with Ushijima, it’s easy and surprisingly fun.

On your way home, you manage to get him to open up a
little when you ask about volleyball. When you ask about where he learned to
dance he replies simply, “Refinement courses.” You can’t hold back your giggle
and see another hint of a smile quirk his lip up.  He’s been a perfect gentleman the whole night
and you’re thrilled to have been given a glimpse into another layer of
Ushijima.

When you reach your home he again exits the car and
helps you out, leading you to your front door.

“I had a good time tonight,” he says simply.

“I did too, thank you for requesting me.” You
curtsey with a giggle.

He bows in good nature of your playfulness and says
goodnight.

The next day on your locker is a white lily and a
note:

               I really enjoyed our time together. Go out
with me again?

                               –
Wakatoshi

You smile, sliding the note into your bag. Later
that afternoon you make your way to the gym, taking a seat in the bleachers to
watch Wakatoshi practice. When he sees you, he jogs over during a water break.

“Is this a yes?” he asks and you nod. “Good, wait
for me. I’ll take you out when I’m done here.” You nod again and he runs back
to hit more spikes.

Aomine –  Drabble Prompt #12 – “Say it!”

Aomine knows, not too deeply down, in fact, he’s quite sure
he’s being irrational. But no matter how hard he tries he can’t shake the
feeling that something is going on
between you and Kagami. Ever since he introduced the two of you (what possessed
him to do so he’ll never know) you’ve been hanging out more and more, doing
things together that he, quite frankly, doesn’t have any interest in.

At first, it was great. Instead of bugging him to death to
go to a cooking class or volunteer or whatever whim you’d picked up that week
you now had Kagami to drag along with you. And, being the lazy ass he is,
Aomine’s been grateful to have a substitute for those things. But now…now
you’re hanging out at his apartment…alone…when you were supposed to be with
him.

Not that you exactly know
you’re supposed to be with him, because Aomine doesn’t communicate what he
wants very well. He knows this about himself and yet for so long you’ve
intuitively known what he needs or wants that he just got used to you almost
reading his mind. Until you started hanging out with Kagami. It’s not enough
that the red headed bastard beat him at his own game but now it seems like he’s
moving in on another territory of his: you.

His phone is gripped in his hand as he stares at your
number. If he clenches any tighter he’s sure he’ll crack the screen. Taking a
deep breath, he hits your contact to call you.

You answer on the second ring, no doubt concerned because he
almost never calls, opting to text
more often than not. “Hey Daiki-kun,” you say, voice holding a tinge of
confusion, “what’s up?”

“When are you coming home?” he asks without preamble. You’re
surprised again. Usually he just waits until you come home and crawl in bed or
on the couch with him. His tone warns you that he’s upset but you’re not sure
why.

“Um, I don’t know, maybe a couple hours? Kagami-kun and I
just finished dinner and we were going to watch a movie with-“

He doesn’t let you finish, snapping out, “You’ve been over
there all damn day!” Which is Aomine code for, “I miss you, but I won’t admit
it.”

Taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart you say,
“Yeah, I know, sorry, time just sort of got away from me. Do…do you want me to
come home?”

“Tch, do whatever the hell you want,” he says bitterly and
hangs up. Throwing his phone against the bed he flops down on it and covers his
face with his hands. That was not how
he’d wanted that to go and yet he allowed his temper to get the best of him
again. He knows he should calm down, he really does want to talk to you when
you get home to try to sort this out but the more he thinks about all the
possibilities of what’s happening at Kagami’s the more and more angry he gets.

Back at Kagami’s you grab your jacket, shrugging it on. Your
friend looks at you with concern in his eyes.

“Everything ok, ______-san?” he asks as you pick up your
purse.

“No, Kagami-kun, I think Daiki-kun is upset with me for
staying over here so long,” you reply giving him a sad look.

“What? Why the hell would that be? I mean, it’s not like we
haven’t hung out before!” he says heatedly.

Patting his shoulder, you smile weakly. “You know how he can
get. I’ll go home and get this all sorted out. Tell Kuroko-kun I’m sorry to
bail before he gets here. Enjoy the movie.”

As you move to leave, he places a hand on your shoulder.
“Text me and let me know what’s going on, ok?” You nod and he releases you
allowing you to exit.

When you get home Daiki-kun is sitting on the couch, staring
at the TV but it’s not on. You takeyou’re your shoes and coat, setting your
things down before you slowly make your way towards him. As you round the edge
of the couch you can see his face is set in a harder frown than usual. He’s
really angry and the look in his eyes when he looks at you makes you gulp.

“So, decided to finally come home huh?” he asks lowly.

“Daiki-kun, what’s wrong?”

You’re not prepared for the simple question to result in a
torrent of angry words.

“What’s wrong?! What’s wrong?
Oh, I don’t know _______-chan, could it be that my girlfriend seems to want to spend more time with another guy
than with me? And not just any guy, my
rival?!” When he stands up you move away, a bit frightened of his
intensity. You’re sure he won’t hurt you, but his volatile behavior is making
you nervous.

“What are you talking about-,” you begin but he cuts you
off, slamming his hand against the wall you’ve back into and staring down at
you with fierce eyes.

“Just say it!” he
commands.

You look at him in confusion, tears stinging the edges of
your eyes.

“Say what?” you whimper.

“Just say you’d rather be with him than with me!” he shouts.

There’s silence for a moment before you push him away from
you and storm towards the door.

“That’s right, go running back to Kagami, I’m sure he’ll be
waiting for you with open arms!” he yells as you hurriedly put on your shoes
and coat. Grabbing your purse, you rush out of the apartment and down the
stairs, finally allowing your tears to fall.

Back in your shared dwelling, Aomine punches the wall hard
enough to make a hole and his knuckles bleed. When he finally calms down enough
to think rationally again he feels almost ready to cry for the first time in
years and possibly the first time over a woman. The very thing he was trying to
avoid, he has been the cause of. You’re back with Kagami, and now not even
Aomine can blame you if you decide to stay there.

Aomine – Drabble Prompt #59 – “I’m yours”

“What’s the big idea
and just who the hell do you think you are?” you say angrily to the tall blue
haired male in front of you.

Aomine glares down at you, his arms crossed and face stern.
“I don’t like it when guys flirt with you like that,” he says firmly.

Your blood boils; how dare he! Like he’s one to talk! You
have to put up with all his fan girls fawning over him, some faking being your
friends to try to get to your best friend. “Daiki, that isn’t for you to
decide! I don’t get in your way when
it comes to dating, so why are you getting in mine?”

He strides forward but before you can back up his hands are
on your arms gripping you tightly. With a heated look he states, “Because
you’re mine, ______-chan.”

Before you can retort he kisses you firmly, stealing your
breath. When he pulls back he murmurs against your lips, “Don’t you get it? I’m yours. I always have been.”

Murasakibara – Dating Prompt #15 “Snuggling on the Couch”

While on the train headed to your boyfriend’s house you
can’t sit still, your knee bouncing as you watch the city pass by in a blur.
It’s the first time in what feels like forever that Atsushi has the day off. No
school, no practice, no game, no anything. And you get him all to yourself
because his parents are on vacation. When the train arrives at your stop you
race out the doors and down the block, running at full speed. You have so much
energy you hoof it up the five flights of stairs rather than use the elevator.

It’s funny, people didn’t think the two of you would have
lasted this long given your energetic disposition compared to your purple
haired boyfriend’s tendency to be as lazy as possible. But somehow the dynamics
work and you couldn’t be happier. Atsushi, to you, is basically a ginormous
teddy bear and it still makes you laugh when you see people’s incredulous
stares at the two of you whenever you’re in public.

Even after the mad dash to get here you’re bouncing on
the balls of your feet as you wait for an answer to your knock. Impatiently you
try the door and find it’s unlocked. Typical, but at least you can get in.

“Atsushi -kun?” you call. The interior is dark, the shades
drawn and no lights on. Frowning and worrying your bottom lip you carefully
walk forward, your eyes adjusting from the well-lit hallway to the cavernous
apartment.

You hear a dull murmur coming from Atsushi’s room and make
your way there. He’s sprawled out on his back on the couch that acts as a foot
end for his enormous bed. His room is a veritable paradise for the uninclined
and comfort seeking. He even has his own mini fridge and a bin stocked with his
favorite drinks and snacks so he doesn’t have to go to the kitchen. Sighing you
cross your arms as you lean in the doorway. There’s some sort of cooking show
on TV but his eyes are pretty much closed.

 Atsushi -kun? Did you forget about today? Are you feeling
ok?” you ask and his eyes open at the sound of your voice.

“Hmmmm? Oh, hey ___-chin, I didn’t hear you come in.”

You roll your eyes. “Obviously. But seriously, are you ok?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, just tired. It’s been a long season,” he
yawns stretching long limbs above his head and leaving them draped over the arm
of the couch.

Sighing you move next to the couch and reach over him to
grasp his large hands, pulling them forward and tugging with all your might.

“Come…on…” you huff under the strain of the effort to move
his 218-pound frame. At this rate, you’re bound to pull something. When you
feel him shift you stupidly believe you’re actually having an affect only to
let out an indignant squeak when he turns the tables on you by clenching your
wrists and pulling you onto his large frame with ease.

One strong arm wraps around your waist while the other’s
hand rests on the back of your head holding you to him. Despite being composed
of mainly firm muscle (in spite all the snacks he can put away) he’s very
comfortable but you struggle to get away regardless; you want to actually go do something today!

But it’s a fruitless endeavor as Atsushi effortlessly holds
you still and the longer you struggle the more tired you become.

“______-chin, relax.” His deep voice rumbles in the ear you
have pressed against his chest.

“But Atsushi -kun! We were supposed to go on a date today!”

He let’s go of your head allowing it to lift. When your eyes
meet he surprises you by saying, “What if I just want to hold my girlfriend? I
can’t do that out there.” He nods his head in a vague direction indicating the
outside world. It’s not completely untrue, he tends to avoid PDA, usually only
going as far as holding hands and even then you end up wrapping both your arms
around one of his large ones because of the height difference.

Sighing you lay your head back down, surprised when he
trails his fingers through your hair. Getting this giant to show affection was
like pulling teeth when you first got together but over time he’s learned the
things you appreciate and genuinely tries to remember to do them. You think, or
rather know, you owe some of his behavior change to Tatsuya-kun pestering him
to be a better boyfriend if he wanted to keep you.

Inhaling deeply, you catch a whiff of the body wash you gave
him for his last birthday, a scent he’s decided to only use when he knows the
two of you will be together. It’s a sweet simple gesture that warms your heart.
Despite appearances he didn’t forget you were coming over today and attempted,
in his own way, to make himself as appealing as possible to you, undoubtedly to
get his way and stay indoors.

A sudden crack of thunder makes you jump, followed by the
sound of rain pounding on the window.

“See, _____-chin? Even the weather says we should stay
inside today,” he teases poking your side and making you fidget.

Turning your head, you rest your chin on his chest and look
at his face. He has a small, content smile that pretty much only you see on his
face.

“I guess you’re right,” you sigh sliding up his body to
plant a gentle kiss on his lips. Pulling back, you tuck your face into the
crook of his neck enjoying his warmth and deep masculine scent as the sound of
the rain lulls the two of you into a peaceful slumber, snuggled up in each
other’s arms.

AnonJD, pt 2. Scenario where Ushijima notices a new (smol but cute) girl but never has a chance to talk to her but finds things in her that he’s interested in (is noticed!), and one day after a practice (and people come to watch sometimes including her), she comes up to him and boldly asks him on a date in front of the team?

imagine-that-haikyuu:

aaaaaahhhhh i didn’t really write that the new girl was smol, save for one line in the middle and i am so sorry about that

but i absolutely loved writing this, and i hope you guys like it!

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You were here again. This time a
couple of other girls were with you, gawking at everything and yelling at stray
balls. They were positioned right next to the gym entrance, and exactly in
Ushijima’s view.

He should be focusing on the
tosses that Shirabu was giving him for warm-ups, but every move you made seemed
to catch his eye. He couldn’t say he didn’t like it, though. You fascinated
him. The girls who would join you gawked at the ball, flinched and dodged at
stray balls that weren’t even close to hitting them. Whereas you… You would
watch everything with a keen eye—how the players moved, how Shirabu would set
the ball, how Reon would dive to receive a ball, saw where Tendou was looking
to block a spike. You didn’t seem like an ordinary spectator to the game; it
was more like you were analyzing every play and making notes for improvement in
your head.

And it piqued his interest.

Ushijima couldn’t count how many
times he almost talked to you, if it wasn’t for the coach being very strict
during practices. Though it wouldn’t really show, he would become very anxious
whenever you were near, waiting and hoping you were still in the court so he
could actually talk to you. But whenever they got dismissed you would be gone
already.

“Wakatoshi-kun,” Tendou would say
after notes, “what’s got you so antsy? Did that girl come again?”

He would nod and turn away
without another word, despite the redhead’s successive questions.

It was like a routine at this
point—practice would begin and people would start trickling in, Ushijima would
spot you and you would lock eyes, he would keep sneaking glances at you during
breaks and you stayed until the end, he would go with the team for notes with
the coach and when he turned around you would be gone.

To be truthful, he was getting
tired of it. He so wanted to break the ordinary and start a new and
surprise-filled arc in his story, but he didn’t even know your name. He didn’t
know your year or class or if you were actually interested in him or not. All
he knew was that you liked watching them play.

But maybe today would be the day.
Maybe today he could ask your name and year and class and why you would always
come to watch. Maybe—

“Ushijima-kun.”

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This is so awesome! How cute!!!

Can I have scenario with Akaashi, Kageyama, Kei and Lev reacting to their shy s/o becoming a flustered mess whenever they kiss. Good luck with your blog BTW… I’ll show as much love as possible😆

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Akkashi Keiji: You always waited for him to finish practice, cherishing the time you two had with each other to the fullest since you often missed each other due to separate classes and club activities. It’s only been a few weeks since the two of you started dating and absolutely nothing has happened yet. He was always a gentleman and would never do anything you weren’t comfortable with but you could sense his patience wearing off and suspected he had tried to kiss you several times but to no avail. Every move he made to become closer to you or when he would brush your cheeks, you would laugh and push his advances away, too embarrassed to reciprocate his actions. 

“Thanks for waiting,” His breath was white from the winter breeze and his nose red from the sudden pricking wind. You smiled and offered your hand to him. 

“It’s fine, Keiji. How was practice today?” He talked about Bokuto-senpai and how he found out his sendai was more observant of himself than he initially thought. You listened and hummed at the right moments before being stopped by your boyfriend. It was dark and the only thing that allowed you to see his face were the street lights. 

“What-” Before you could finish, he pulled you in and kissed you, steady, but softer than you expected. You could feel your face heating up and your eyes were still open from the unexpected movement, but he gave you time to process it and soon you were kissing back, albeit more tentatively than he would have liked. He pulled away, glee evident in his usually composed face and proceeded to continue the conversation like nothing had happened. If you could have crawled under a giant, dark hole, this would have been the perfect opportunity to. 

This boy is going to be the death of me. 

Kageyama Tobio: You two had gone to a volleyball practice center to teach little kids how to play-well Kageyama was and you were going to watch-as a date. You didn’t mind because you were able to see him play the sports he loved so much, plus you liked playing with the little kids. As he went on to teach the kids the basics, a little girl tugged at your sleeves and whispered in your ear. 

“Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?” You blushed, and nodded. It’s been two weeks since you two started a relationship and even though the two of you were fairly new at this, he seemed to be the one leading as you were terribly embarrassed to even hold his hand in public. The little girl squealed catching some other girl’s attention and soon you were swarmed with a flood of girls around you asking about the two of you. 

“What’s going on?” Kageyama walked over, apparently finishing teaching the rules and letting the kids practice their receives. The girls moved from you to him and began bombarding him with questions. ‘How long have you been dating?’ ‘You girlfriend is pretty!’ ‘Have you two kissed?’ He turned pink at that question which prompted them to egg him more. Kids these days were so eager; you urged them to go play volleyball and they reluctantly walked away. Clearing his throat, he sat down next to you on the bleachers. 

“So-sorry, they were just being kid-” He pecked your lips, the kiss lasting just mere seconds. The two of you were a blushing mess as the kids who caught them in the midst of their act all giggled and hooted. 

“When I grow up I want a boyfriend like Tobio-san~.“ 

Tsukishima Kei: You were slumped against his shoulders, dozing off occasionally lulled by his music and the bump of the train. It was mostly empty, save for the elderly couple on the other side of your seat and a young teen who was too occupied with her phone. You and Kei had been going on dates and getting to know each other more after meeting at one of their favorite bands concert. Today was one of those days where you spent the entire day at a cafe and music store. He was usually aloof, but you noticed today he had been fidgeting and glancing at your way more than usual. 

The music was blaring in a soft way, loud enough for you to hear but not to the elderly couple in front of you. The pad of his thumb rubbed your intertwined hands; you could tell he was contemplating. He stared at you, not knowing if it was time or not. 

“Why do you keep staring at me?” He looked down on you and scoffed, a small blush adorning his cheeks. 

“I’m not.” The blush on his cheeks said otherwise. You argue back and retort but was shut up by his lips on your mouth. It was sweet and so unlike Tsukishima. The brief passion lasted for a second before he pulled away and went back to staring at his phone. You turn bright red and touch your lips, feeling the unfamiliar heat on your mouth. The old couple smiles warmly at them and comments. 

“Oh, how adorable. Remember when we were like that?“ 

Haiba Lev: “I’ll be bringing you two some snacks later!” Your boyfriend’s sister calls out to the two of you as she closes the door to his room. It was your first time meeting Alice and needless to say she was gorgeous as Yaku-san put it. A bit intimidated by her beauty, you reluctantly agreed to the home date, but she was also as generous and kind and made you feel at ease the moment you stepped in. Lev just laughs and sits down, stroking his pet cat. 

“Sit down, ______.” You take a seat beside him and pull out your books. He made a face at the mathematics textbook, but pulled out his utensils anyway. An hour of focus and Lev had lost interest in all the numbers and letters and laid down and had begun playing with his phone. You were still trying to solve the question that you were certain was going to be on the test when he pulled at your hair. 

“Let’s rest for a bit! We can get back to those later!” You shake your head; if you lost your concentration now, the fact that you were in a room-a boys room-with your boyfriend would register in your mind more and you wouldn’t be able to maintain your composure. His face was suddenly closer to yours and you let out a squeak before he licked his lips, almost resembling a cat, before his lips crashed into yours. He nipped at your lips hungrily and although you weren’t sure what to do, you gently kissed back, the heat from your face escalating in seconds. At that moment, his sister burst in, carrying a tray full of delicious smelling cookies and tea. She gasped, but held onto the tray. 

“My, my! My little brother’s all grown up~." 

These are so adorable! I love kisses!

Sober – Blink 182 / Aomine. After a fight. These lyrics are just awesome as f*ck.

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So I wasn’t sure how I wanted to do this because I’ve seen
fics that are inspired by the song but don’t have the lyrics while others do.
This turned a bit more serious than I meant it to given the happy tone of the
song but I hope you like it nonetheless. Sorry it’s so short! Titles will have links to the songs!

“Sober” – Blink 182

Aomine groans, trying to sit up but his head feels like it’s
in a vice; staying on the ground it is. As he rouses to further consciousness the
feel of water on his face startles him. Blinking, he curses when he realizes it’s
dumping buckets and he’s drenched, prone next to a dumpster with the staccato of
rain drops echoing in the empty bin. Finally able to move, he props up against
the brick wall behind him, the rough material snagging his t-shirt.

“What the hell happened last night?” he mutters to the ether.

Stumbling to his feet, he shuffles his way home, unable to
move quickly and since he’s already soaked he doesn’t see reason to push
himself any harder than he already is. Finally reaching his destination, he
climbs the stairs and enters the apartment.

Turning on the shower, he begins shucking his clothes, turning
to the medicine cabinet to get some much-needed aspirin but when his eyes land
on the reflection staring back they widen. Well, one does because the other is
bruised and tender, the effort to open it wider making him hiss in pain.
Leaning forward, he inspects the injury, citing a small cut with dried blood
crusted on it just below his eyebrow.

Frowning he tries to think of how he got the shiner and a
flash of memory strikes the forefront of his brain making him wince in new
pain.

You and him, fighting again. Shit, why was he always such an
asshole to you? Alcohol certainly didn’t help the situation either. He
remembers insulting you about something before heading out the door only for
you to follow him still yelling. By the time you’d reached the foyer of your
apartment building you’d garnered plenty of attention from the neighbors.

“You know what? Don’t come back until you’re sober, I can’t
deal with you like this,” you’d shouted.

“And if I don’t?” he grabbed your arm.

“Then I’ll knock some sense into you!”

“Tch, like you could!”

He didn’t expect the hit, a perfect punch to his left eye
from your right hand. “Get the fuck out Daiki, I’m done with your bullshit!”

And yet, you’d called, at least fifty times by his call log
count when he finally looks at his phone. He should be pissed that you clocked
him, but he can’t be, not when he knows he deserved it. Seems he’s one of those
people who it takes a literal kick or punch to the head to wake up.

But where are you now?

Intent on finding you, he tugs on a clean pair of basketball
shorts and t-shirt. He opens the door, almost bowling you over in his haste to
leave. You’re soaked, eyes filled with tears when you look up at him. But despite
your clear concern, you smack him, though it’s not hard.

“Asshole, why didn’t you answer your phone! I was worried
sick!” you snivel.  

“Stop fucking hitting me,” he mumbles drawing you into his
arms. After a moment he adds, “I’m sorry, clover.”

You smile into his shirt when the stupid nickname he gave
you rolls off his tongue. “I’m not lucky, in fact I’m pretty sure I’m bad for
you.”

He shakes his head, kissing your forehead. “I’m the bad one,
you’re better.”

And so, he drags you back into the apartment, taking both of
you to the shower to warm and makeup, after which he dumps all the alcohol in
the house down the drain; he doesn’t want to risk losing you.

hc for kuroo, terushima, tsukishima, & iwaizumi w/ a tiny & cute girlfriend who has a fierce side and is a fuckin bOSS at self defense like if anyone bothers them, she steps in front of them and goes from the sweetest looking bunny to the most intimidating person on earth and she will fUCK ANYONE WHO BOTHERS THEM UP

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LOL, I love this so much, Anon! I think it’s so freaking adorable and all of these boys would just freaking LOVE having a girl like this!

Hope you enjoy!

Kuroo Tetsurou

  • Lol, I can see something like this happening for the first time in their relationship and she’s not taking any shit as she steps up with his arms crossed over her chest and Kuroo’s all “babe, I got this” right before she throws down and takes the dude to the ground in a single blow.
    • Um, SHOOK. But also, like, that was totally the hottest things he’s ever seen and, god damn, that’s his girlfriend and holy fuck he’s never felt so turned on in his life.
  • But he’s totally impressed, like, he knew she did self defense, but that seemed like it was on a completely different level. Doesn’t matter though, all he want to do is get her home so she can demonstrate all those badass moves on him!
    • Legit, boy would probably get too excited about that and then end up getting hurt because he tensed the wrong way in the middle of something.

Terushima Yuuji

  • Duuuudes, Terushima probably fell victim to her awesome moves when they first met! Like, he was trying to get her number or something coming off rather strongly and probably stepped a little closer than he really should’ve and then BAM! He’s staring up at the ceiling with stars behind his eyes!
    • Then she shows up in his vision – still flat on his back – and he thinks an angel has showed up in his life because she is by far the most extraordinary person he’s ever met.
  • Guarantee he ends up in that same position several more times before she gets anywhere close to agreeing to go out with him. His persistence can be quite endearing if he goes about it the right way.
  • And when someone actually starts to mess with them, this boy wouldn’t even bat an eye when she steps forward with that Look on her face. He’d just be like “dude, ya sure you wanna keep going down this path?” He’d totally reward her with kisses and cuddles afterward too!

Tsukishima Kei

  • Seriously? I feel like this kid would provoke anyone because he KNOWS that she can take them down. So when they’ve finally had enough of his shit, they’re making a go at him and the next thing they know they’re arm is being twisted behind their back and they’re on their knees.
    • This little shit would just smirk with his hands in his pockets and just be all “oh yeah, and have you met my girlfriend?” He’d be all smug that he had the upper hand even though he didn’t do anything except start shit!
    • LOL, the dude is still probably trapped there on the ground as Tsuki strolls up to give her kisses as thanks! Random dude is NOT amused.
  • As much as she loves this tol bean, no doubt that he’s been the victim to her defensive moves. Maybe his teasing goes a little too far and before he knows it, his vision goes dark because she pressing into a pressure point at just the right spot. Apologies are instant, followed by pouting.

Iwaizumi Hajime

  • These two probably took the self defense class together, that’s how they met and got to know each other. They were partners through the course and kept seeing each other afterwards, so he’s had firsthand experience at just how good she is.
  • So it really is no surprise that she goes to take on whoever is bugging them head on. Like, both Iwa and this random dude have amused expressions on their faces, but for OBVIOUSLY different reasons: the random guys thinks it’s just adorable this little girl wants to fight whereas Iwaizumi KNOWS that she can kick his ass.
    • Iwaizumi probably stands over the dude after he’s been taken to the ground and is like “I probably should’ve warned you but I didn’t feel like it” before wrapping his arm around her shoulders and taking her out for ice cream!
  • I’m sure when a bunch of them all went out together, Oikawa kept pestering her to show him her moves! And Iwa keeps being like “you’re stupid, Shittykawa, let it go” but then she agrees and Makki films it and posts it on social media and it’s the funniest day of their lives (except Oikawa’s, lol).

These made me laugh, loved it!