OMG yay, thank you I’m so glad!! ^-^ I’ve read some of your scenarios and I found them really amazing!! You’re such a great writer I just have to request some more hahah xP I want another Ki-chan (srry, Kise trash here!), how about spending his bday with s/o-cchi? Something sweet and heart-warming (possibly tear-jerking) would be nice ♡♡♡ ;) thanks a lot!!

You sweet angel thank you for your flattering words, seriously
I’m so happy that you enjoy my work so much. Thank you for being SO PATIENT. I have
NO IDEA why it took me so long but I really hope this hits the mark of what you
were looking for.

Kise sighs, a slightly melancholy look on his face as he
stares out the window. You watch him for a moment before making your
presence known. When he turns to look at you, his bright smile is plastered on
his face but it doesn’t reach his golden eyes.

“_____-cchi, I didn’t hear you come in,” he says rising up.
Gathering you in his arms, he takes another deep breath, inhaling your scent.

“Ryouta,” you say softly, pulling back to look in his eyes. “What’s
wrong? If anything I’d expect you to be extra happy, it is your birthday after
all.”

He shrugs noncommittedly, smile dropping a few degrees. “I
don’t know, I just feel…”

His response is cut off by a knock at the door. Not
expecting anyone but you today, he frowns as he moves to answer it. At the door
stands a delivery man, a warm smile on his face as he asks, “Kise Ryouta?”

“That’s me,” answers your boyfriend.

“Sign here please,” replies the man. Kise does so and is
handed a brown box with small holes poked in the top.

“Who’s it from?” you ask trying to read the return address.

“I don’t know recognize the sender, looks like it came
directly from a distribution center,” he answers sitting at the kitchen table
once more. He grabs a knife and slits the tape to open the package. From within
he draws out a plastic container holding two goldfish. Next comes a pretty
glass bowl and a bag of bright blue and yellow shiny pebbles.

“What an odd thing to send someone!” you exclaim. “Is there
a note or anything?” Kise shakes his head but he’s already distracted by the
pretty fish swimming around in their makeshift home. “Well,” you go on, “why
don’t you get them set up while I fix us some lunch, hmmm?”

Kise nods, moving to the sink to fill the bowl with water
before taking it to the living room and placing it on the coffee table. You hum
to yourself as you prepare the ingredients for onion gratin soup. Soon the
scent of simmering onions and butter fills the room. You’re working on chopping
vegetables when the doorbell rings.

You see Kise get up from the couch and open the door, surprised
to find another delivery person, this one female, standing in the threshold.
You chuckle under your breath at her expression; Kise is rather overwhelmingly
gorgeous and if you’re not expecting it, he’ll catch you off guard. After a
moment of silence you hear him say, “Yes, can I help you?”

“Sorry!” she exclaims and you almost laugh out loud. “Delivery
for Mr. Kise, is that you?”

He nods and she gains his signature before proffering
another box, this one white with a blue ribbon and local bakery insignia on it.
He thanks her and shuts the door turning to look at you. “Did you order this?”

“Nope, looks like it’s another surprise. See if this one has
a name attached to it.”

He looks over the box but there’s no clue as to who the
sender is. Setting it on the counter, he opens the lid and finds a decidedly large
and decadent looking chocolate cake nestled within. “Another mystery, huh?” you
ask and he nods as he locks eyes with you.

“Did you do something?” he questions suddenly.

“Me? The only thing I’m doing is making my boyfriend his
favorite meal for lunch on his birthday.” You shrug returning your attention to
the simmering liquid in the pot. “Maybe your more determined fans are
sending you birthday gifts now.”

“If that’s true, I’ll have to move,” he mumbles under his
breath. It wouldn’t be the first time some crazies got a hold of his private
information. While he loves being a full-time model now, it does come with some
undesirable side effects.

“I wouldn’t worry too much, Ryouta,” you comment taking a
taste test and adding more salt. “It’s probably your family and they just
forgot to put a card in or something.”

He pouts a bit but doesn’t argue with you further. The soup
is almost done so you turn off the burner and set the broiler temperature to
heat up the bread and melt the cheese. Five minutes later, you and Ryouta take
seats to enjoy the soup of your labor.

“This is always so good, _____-cchi,” he says taking a
spoonful.

“I’m glad you enjoy it,” you hum.

Lunch finished, you glance at the clock; your present should
be here any minute now.

“______-cchi, I was thinking for today we could-“

Again Kise’s sentence is cut off by a knock at the door.

“Oh what is it now?” he asks flinging open the door only to
choke on his breath. Standing together before him are Kuroko, Aomine, Akashi,
Midorima, and Murasakibara, all clad in shorts, t-shirts and sport shoes.

“Wha…how…you…” Kise stammers.

“Oi, get a move on!” shouts a voice Kise recognizes as
Kagami’s. Kise’s five former teammates make their way inside, each offering him
a happy birthday. As Kagami comes into view, Kise is further startled to see
Kasamatsu, Nakamura, Hayakawa, Moriyama and Kobori. His apartment, while rather
lavish, still feels tight with all his former teammates in it.

Turning around, Kise’s tear brimmed eyes lock with yours and
you nod once. He rushes forward, gathering you into his arms in a fiercely
tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispers into your ear.

“I knew how much you were missing everyone even if you try
to hide it so I called Akashi-san to see if he could help me,” you admit.

Kise looks at his former junior high captain who shrugs but
his face holds a surprisingly warm smile. “What’s the good of having a private
jet if I never use it for my own pleasure?”

“So,” you go on drawing Kise’s attention back to you. “The lot of you are going to go to the court in downtown
and play ball. Then, when you’re done, we’ll all meet at the hotel they’re
staying at to get cleaned up and ready to go out to dinner.“

Kise smiles widely but a look of confusion floods his face. Turning around he considers for a moment then points to Midorima and Murasakibara. “If you guys were already planning on being here, why did you send those gifts ahead of time?”

“What on earth is he talking about?” Midorima asks looking at
Mura who shrugs.

“The…the fish! Aren’t they my lucky item Midorimacchi? And the cake! Who else but

Murasakibaracchi

would send such a huge dessert?”

“Your sisters,” you answer stepping up to his side to show a
text message conversation between you and the two other most important women in
his life. “Both of them did send cards but they were lost in the transit.”

Kise flushes in embarrassment but you kiss his cheek and
encourage him to go get ready. He hurries off to his room while the rest of the
gang say their official hellos to you. You give Akashi a particularly long hug.
“Thank you so much for your help, you really should let me pay you back or at
least pay a portion for the hotel.”

“Nonsense, ______-chan,” he says evenly, “It’s no trouble at
all. Please don’t worry about it.”

Kise is back quickly, eager to get going. The twelve men
clamor down the stairs and flood into the street, the sound of ribbing,
teasing, arguing and just generally catching up flooding through the open
window. You look out of it, watching as they go pleased at sight of the biggest
and brightest smile you think you’ve ever seen on Kise’s face.

With a sigh, you flop onto the couch, immensely glad your
surprise came off so well.

A Takeda scenario please~~! With s/o who is was angry at him for forgetting their anniversary due to much work and that he is also planning to propose to her. can the whole team help him in doing the proposal?

This came out really long but I hope you enjoy it! LOTS of fluff!

Takeda inhales a sharp breath. The moment he sees you his
memory finally kicks in to realize he’s committed one of the worst dating sins;
he forgot your anniversary. You don’t say a word, you don’t have to. The weight
of your stare from across the polished floors breeds tension in the room that
even the most oblivious of the volleyball idiots can sense.

“______,” begins Takeda.

“Don’t,” you say putting up your hand.
“Just…don’t.” Turning on your heel, you exit before the first of many
tears to be cried tonight falls. Takeda moves forward but stops in his tracks
when you shout over your shoulder, “And don’t follow me!”

There’s silence in your wake, none of those left behind sure
what to say to their dear sensei. They don’t know what happened but it’s clear
he made a mistake and a grave one at that. But he’s amazing; shouldn’t all his
good outweigh one bad move?

“My apologies,” Takeda says turning back around,
“um, let’s get back to work I suppose.” The team tries to regroup but
are distracted with concern for their advisor.

“Sensei, are you ok?” Hinata can’t help asking.

“Tch, it’s obvious he’s not,” sneers Tsukishima.

“Alright guys, take a lap to warm back up. Daichi, get
their heads back on straight,” Ukai orders.

“Hai!” responds the captain, ushering the team
outside.

Now alone with his friend, Ukai scratches the back of his
head and shifts his feet. “You, uh, wanna talk about it?”

Takeda smile is dull, a deep sigh pushing out the words of
his mistake.

“Welp, not surprised she’s upset but I mean, everyone’s
allowed one royal screw up, right?”

“I think this is heavier than that, Ukai-kun.”

The coach shrugs, thrusting his hands in his pockets. A beat
of silence passes then Takeda is speaking again. “I don’t mean to put her
on the back burner, I just get so focused with work and the team! She’s really
the most important person in my life. I… I want to ask her to marry me.”

Ukai’s jaw drops slightly; he’d no idea things had gotten
this serious between the two of you.

“You should sensei!” shouts Noya startling them
both. As the group surrounds them he adds, “We’ll help you!”

“Noya, you really shouldn’t-” begins Asahi.

“No, I think it’s a great idea. She really loves all
of you,” Takeda says smiling a bit wider. “And I’ll take all the help I
can get.”

The next morning you’re at home, eyes red rimmed and puffy.
You know Ittsetu would never do anything to hurt you intentionally, but it’s
hard not to feel a bit heartbroken to have been forgotten so easily. No, not
forgotten, more like overlooked but it stings all the same. A knock at your
door brings you out of your haze, hand rubbing your eyes in attempts to gain
clear vision again. When you open it, you’re surprised to see Yachi and Shimizu
on your porch.

“Good morning, _____-san,” Shimizu says politely while Yachi
just waves, her body quivering a bit but you can’t tell if it’s trepidation or
excitement; with this girl, it could be anything.

You offer a watery smile. “Good morning girls, is there
something I can help you with?” Then, your face bears concern as you ask
hurriedly, “Is something wrong? Did something happen to Takeda-sensei?”

“No, no,” Shimizu assures quickly shaking her head, “That’s
kind of why we’re here. We just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“Oh, you two are very sweet,” you reply with a sigh. “I…I’m
sure he and I will work it out. You didn’t have to come all this way just for
that!”

“We…we were hoping maybe…maybe we could do that girls’ day
thing you mentioned!” Yachi says. “You know? To help cheer you up?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” you begin trailing off when you see her
expression drop. Perking yourself back up, you force a smile. These girls took
time out of their day off to try to help you feel better and you’re not going
to let their efforts be wasted. “You know what? You’re right! It’s the perfect
day for girl time!” Yachi lets out a yelp of encouragement while Shimizu smiles
softly. “Come in,” you continue drawing back from the threshold to allow them
entrance, “I just need to take a quick shower and get dressed, then we can go.
Did you have anything in mind?”

“We have a few ideas,” Shimizu says kindly as she takes a
seat on your couch.

“Ok then, you girls figure out the details and I’ll be back
in a jiffy.”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re dressed in one of your favorite
dresses, hair up and light makeup in anticipation of the heat of the day.

“Ohhhh, you look so pretty!” exclaims Yachi covering her
mouth.

“Thank you, Yachi-san,” you reply picking up your purse. The
next minute the three of you are outside headed to the train station. “So,
where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” the girls say together making you laugh.

The train ride is pleasant, filled with gossip about the
boys and you and Shimizu gently prodding Yachi to make a confession to Hinata.
It’s plainly obvious the two of them like each other and even though they’re so
young, you can’t help but be swept up in the memory of high school love. The
thought brings your own man to your
mind and you consider what to do about your current situation. You love Ittsetu
with all your heart and were of the mindset that he felt the same way, but now
you’re not so sure.

The train arrives to your stop and the three of you exit.
You get a few feet ahead of the girls before you realize they’re no longer
right behind you. Turning around, they’re standing next to one of the platform
pillars, smiles on their faces. Walking up to them, you ask, “What’s the hold
up?”

“We owe you an apology,” Shimizu says handing you an
envelope. “This was never about spending time with us, but we hope you’ll
forgive us the small deception.”

Confused, you open the envelope and find a note inside:

My dearest, ______, by
now you should be standing if not exactly at least near to the place you were
the first time I ever laid eyes on you. Your beauty took away my breath but
when you looked at me I couldn’t meet your eyes. It would take me months to finally
work up the nerve to even speak to you. But I’m so glad that I did. You are so
much more than just a pretty face, but yours is the only one I want to look at.

–
Ever your
captive, Ittsetu

When you look up, there are already tears brimming in your
eyes as you search for your beloved. “He’s not here, but this is your next
stop,” Yachi says handing you another ticket. The girls wave as you get back on
the train.

The next stop is one you know well since it leads to the
first place Ittsetu took you on a date. As you round the corner of the little
side street, you’re surprised to find Narita and Kinoshita seated at one of the
outside tables of the bistro.

“Good morning boys,” you say kindly, “you’re out early.”

“Good morning, _____-san,” they say together, both of their
voices a little shaky.

There’s a beat of silence before Narita is reaching under
the table and pulling out a bouquet of the same flowers Ittsetu gave you on
your first date while Kinoshita hands you another envelope and offers you his
seat to read it. You sit down, setting the flowers upon the table so you can
properly hold the paper.

Darling ______, the
stop was probably enough to give away where you’d end up next. This place will
always be ours, much as I hope you’ll always be mine. Whenever I catch wind of
these flowers, I’m reminded of you but their scent pales in comparison to the
natural sweetness that is your essence. When I breathe you in, you give me
life.

–
Intoxicated
by you, Ittsetu

Your smile is bigger now, letter clutched to your chest.
Silently, Narita hands you another ticket for which you thank him before
heading back to the station.

Again, the train whisks you away and again you smile widely
as it pulls to a stop. Exiting, you know right where to go, the park a quick five minute walk away. Looking at the top of the hill, you see four figures in
the distance but you don’t have to get close to know who they are.

Hinata is bouncing on the balls of his feet while Kageyama
and Tsukishima argue about you don’t know what. Yamaguchi has a sweet blush on
his cheeks as he hands you a box. Opening it, you find a tube of lipstick which
surprises you until you read the accompanying letter.

My star, you’re now at
the spot we shared our first kiss. I think the only other time I have been that
nervous was when I got my first kiss ever in junior high. But kissing you was
one of the most significant things to happen in my life, even if I did get
teased relentlessly by my fellow coaches and advisors for having a smear of
your lipstick on me. This will forever be my favorite color because it always
reminds me of that first kiss.

–
Willingly
marked, Ittsetu

“Here you go, ______-san!” Hinata exclaims loudly, shoving a
ticket into your hand.

You giggle, patting his head in thanks, before giving a wave
to the rest of the boys and taking your leave. Upon the train, you sigh softly;
Ittsetu may have made one of the biggest errors ever, but he’s definitely making
up for it now.

Another stop, another memory, this time in the form of the
place where you first told each other “I love you.” Now expecting to see
familiar faces, you grin widely at the sight of your two favorite misfits; Nishinoya
and Tanaka. The left winger spiker and libero rush over to you, eager to get
their gift and letter into your hands.

“Open it!” Tanaka says excitedly while Noya nods
enthusiastically.

Chuckling, you do as bidden, revealing a beautiful sterling
silver locket but instead of heart shaped, it’s fashioned to look like a book.
Opening it reveals a picture of you and Ittsetu at a faculty Christmas party,
both you dressed to the nines.

Every day a new
chapter of our lives is written and I cannot express the joy I have in my
heart that our stories are now intermingled. You enrich my life with color and
substance but ground me to the things that are most important. I never want to
part from you.

“This is your last stop,” Noya says giving you another
ticket. You kiss both their heads bringing furious blushes to their cheeks.

Exiting the train at your final destination brings you face
to face with the third years, each of them smiling warmly as you approach.

“Good evening, ______-san,” Sawamura says.

“Hello boys,” you reply. “I have to admit, I’m stumped on
this one, must be a new thing Takeda-sensei has in mind.”

“Always so perceptive,” Sugawara comments with a grin.

“Co…could you come with us, please?” Azumane asks quietly.

You nod, beginning to walk forward but Suga puts up his
hand. “Ah, ah, you have to put this on first,” he says handing you a blindfold.
You frown and pout playfully but tie it around your head obediently. The three
boys usher you slowly and carefully to wherever it is Ittsetu wants them to
take you.

“Ok, _____-san, here’s a seat for you,” Sawamura says
helping you to sit down. “Just wait here,” he adds then steps away.

It isn’t long before you feel movement near you and you just
know it’s Ittsetu.

“Ittsetu, can I remove this now?” you ask fingering the
blindfold.

“Yes,” he answers, voice a little rough with emotion.

Pulling away the fabric, you blink to gain your vision back
then gasp as you take in the sight of a huge oak tree lit from base to almost
its top with fairy lights. You’re seated at a table for two but Ittsetsu is
kneeling on one knee…oh god…

“______,” he begins taking your hand, “today you went on a
journey of our firsts. And now, I hope to make one more first,” he opens a
small box, ring gleaming inside, “and a last. I want you and only you by my
side until I leave this world. Will you…will you marry me?”

“Oh Ittsetsu, of course I will!” you cry, flinging yourself
into his arms. He holds you tightly, face buried in the crook of your neck
which he peppers with kisses.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you. I promise, I won’t ever do
anything so stupid again,” he breathes against your ear.

“It’s ok, I forgive you,” you reply hastily, pulling back
before moving forward again to plant a long kiss on his lips.

“I’ll take that as a sign she said yes.” Ukai’s voice snaps
your attention to the base of the tree where all the team begin to emerge with
tables, chairs and food; all the makings of an engagement celebration.

“Wait, where’s Ennoshita? He’s the only one I didn’t see
today,” you ask looking around.

“I’m here,” he says stepping out from his hiding spot. “I’ve
been following you the whole day documenting your trip. I’ll have the video put
together by the end of next week. Only,” he looks at Takeda, “Sensei, could I
have your permission to use it for my art school submission when I graduate
high school? I have a feeling it will be my best work yet.”

“Of course,” he answers quickly then looks at you, “Only,
that is, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind as long as we’re the first to see it,” you
reply and the second-year nods.

“Alright, then, let’s get on with the celebrating!” Ukai
calls.

“Whoohoo! I’ve got the sake!” Saeko cries making herself
known as she sets up drinks and food.

The rest of the evening is spent surrounded by the team
who’ve in the past year become like a makeshift family to you and Ittetsu and
as you watch them all interact with one another, you just know these bonds,
like the one you will make with your fiancé, will go on forever.

Hey I think I’m still in time for a song fic request?^^’ Could I please get the song “first day of my life” by Bright eyes for Kuroo. I don’t mind what the story is but I had a scenario incase you were stuck. Maybe a foreign exchange student comes to Nekoma High and they slowly and shyly fall for eachother? Like they have to cope with the language barrier and she’s shy but they feel comfortable around eachother and he realised he doesn’t want her to leave? Thank you so much, have a good night:)

Thank you for the request! I’m sorry this isn’t exactly as you
requested but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

“First Day of my Life” by Bright Eyes – Kuroo

Kuroo doesn’t know why today feels different but there’s a
buzzing in his head that just won’t go away. It’s like all the world is tense
and waiting, waiting for something to happen. He rubs his eyes, ready to
believe he just didn’t sleep well last night. Flopping into his seat, he takes
out his notebook filled with volleyball formations to give a quick review
before class starts.

Your musical laughter sounds from the front of the room and
he looks up. His breath catches in the hollow of his throat. It’s like he’s
seeing you for the first time.

Yours was the first
face that I saw

I think I was blind
before I met you

The room and people around him fade away leaving only your
beauty caught in his gaze. How can it have taken him this long to notice how mesmerizing you are? And what changed? Did
you cut your hair, dye it? You wear the same uniform as all the other girls in
school but somehow, today, it hugs you just right, showing off your feminine
figure more acutely than ever before. His mouth goes from dry to wet, a quick
gulp of his throat taking down the extra saliva that has suddenly pooled there.
Is he seriously almost drooling over
you?

He notices too late that you’ve caught him staring and he
can only imagine the look that’s on his face when he sees your reaction to it.

Kuroo stands up, moving swiftly to your position by the
door. Without a word, he grabs your hand and tugs and you follow him without a
second thought. He’s your friend, you trust him and clearly something is wrong
if his expression is anything to go by. Soon enough you’re in a semi-secluded
spot near the lockers, away from the eyes of hall monitors, at least for now.

Kuroo turns around, towering over you as he looks down into
your eyes. You can’t read his expression, are unsure of what is happening or
where this is going but you stay silent waiting for his words.

I don’t know where I
am, I don’t know where I’ve been

But I know where I
want to go

A wave of nerves shakes Kuroo to his core; he finally
realizes what’s happened. It’s like he’s waking up from a haze. It isn’t that
his life has been bad before, but he knows, he just knows, that having you in it in a more permanent capacity will make
it so much better. So he swallows his fear, takes your hands in his and opens
his mouth.

“I don’t know why I never saw it properly before, _____-chan,
but…you’re amazing.” His words send your pulse into overdrive, the threat of
fainting real when he squeezes your hands and continues, “I know this is out of
the blue and I could have probably chosen a better time and place to do it, but…this
couldn’t wait.”

And so I’d thought I’d
let you know

That these things take
forever, I especially am slow

But I realized that I
need you

And I wondered if I
could come home

“Kuroo-san,” you whisper but he shakes his head and you fall
silent.

“______-chan, I…I really, really like you,” he confesses,
hands sweating as the words roll off his tongue. “Would you…would you consider
going out with me?”

Your eyes open wider in surprise but a second later you’re
smiling. Giving his hands a squeeze you nod your head slowly. Kuroo grins,
swooping down to gather you in a large hug around your waist. You let loose a
giggle as your arms wrap around his neck.

The impulsivity of his confession and your acceptance will
no doubt create waves in both your lives, especially since you’re a foreign
exchange student set to return to your home country at the end of the year. But
as you look in Kuroo’s eyes you know this is right and somehow, despite time
and distance in the future, you’ll make it work.

This is the first day
of my life

I’m glad I didn’t die
before I met you

But now I don’t care,
I could go anywhere with you

And I’d probably be
happy

Hello dear~ Aone is a minor character right?? May I request a scenario where he tries to comfort his gf who is agitated/upset that people keep telling her to smile and to not look so cranky, when in fact she basically just has resting bitch face? (She actually hates when people tell her to smile) also this is totally not based on real life events, nope nope~ please make extra fluffy :)

Oh my dear, I love this gentle
souled giant SO MUCH! Thank you for requesting and I hope this makes you smile!

“_____-chan, why don’t you smile more? You know you’d look so much
prettier if you do.” You knew your best friend was just trying to help, but how
could that not be taken as a backhanded compliment?

“Really, ______, you have so much to be happy about, why do you always
look so glum?” If your mother was trying to encourage you, she failed miserably
only adding to your feelings of frustration.

“Geez, bad day?” a random classmate asks as you take your seat.

That was it. “No! It’s not a bad day, or a bad life, or a bad
anything!” you shout before you can think better of it. “Maybe I just have a
bad face!” There’s stunned silence around you but before anyone can say anything
else you run out of the room, Aone looking after you with a concerned frown. He
gets up, trailing behind you quickly and easily covering the distance thanks to
his long limbs.

He takes your hand, tugging you down a flight of stairs and under
it. You’re trying not to cry but failing miserably and he knows you’re embarrassed
so he sits on the ground and tugs you into his lap, allowing your arms to wrap
around him, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

“Why can’t people just leave me alone?” you mumble. “It’s
not like I’m doing it on purpose! This is just…my face!”
As you cry harder, his
embrace tightens, a deep rumble of disapproval at your predicament emanating
from his chest. Aone has never been one to speak a lot of words and can only
hope you understand how he feels through his actions.

After a few minutes, you quiet down with the only evidence of your emotional outburst being tear streaks on
your cheeks and the damp spots on his shirt.

“Why are people so judgmental?” you mutter.

Aone shrugs. He’s no stranger to people’s misplaced perceptions.
Truthfully, he’d been a little intimated by you himself when you first met but
he’d quickly learned how kind and compassionate a person you are, especially
when you were willing to sit next to him when no one else word. Over time, you’d
coaxed him out of his shell, never pushing him but rather waiting for him to open
up on his own. It’s one of the many things he loves and admires about you.

You inhale a deep breath, finally looking up at him, lips curling
into a soft smile at the look of concern on his face. “Sorry,” you whisper, “I
guess I’m just being a big baby.”

“Don’t apologize for how you feel,” he replies, large hand cupping
your cheek. “Just remember that you’re beautiful in every way, no matter what
anyone else says.”

You always bottle up Aone’s words like gifted treasure and these
sparkle like so many diamonds and rubies. A wider smile erupts on your face and
you lean up, kissing him gently. Locking lips with you never fails to bring a
blush to Aone’s cheeks but he bears the weight of possible embarrassment for
the privilege of your intimacy.

“I love you,” you say softly and he offers a small smile of his
own before he’s the one kissing a blush onto your cheeks.

for minor character monday: a fluffy scenario, please? where akiteru and his girlfriend work in the same office, but haven’t told any of their coworkers that they’re dating yet. they try to tone down their flirting at work, but they fail miserably (and comically)

Akiteru can’t believe his luck. Not only has he scored an
amazing job after graduation but he’s managed to meet the girl of his dreams at
the same time. The only challenge is, one coincides with the other and you’re
both hesitant to reveal your new status to the people you work with. A new
relationship, while fun and exciting, is difficult enough to navigate without
the added annoyance of work place teasing. Plus, neither of you are sure of the
policies surrounding inner company dating.

And yet, even with those potential pitfalls, Akiteru can’t
help himself from sidling up next to you, chest grazing your back as he
reaches above you in the guise of trying to get a coffee cup while his hand
ghosts over the curve of your rear.

“Akiteru,” you hiss under your breath, “stop that!”

“How can I help myself when you have such a fine ass?” he
questions against your ear.

Before you can answer, a voice belonging to one of your
co-workers asks, “What’s that about ass?”

Akiteru jerks away from your body almost dropping the coffee
cup in the process. He fights a losing battle of a blush as he stammers, ‘No..nothing
new, just my brother being an ass as usual, you know, kids these days.”

“He’s in college now, isn’t he?” you ask, eager to keep up
the farce.

“Yeah!” Akiteru answers a bit too loudly, “But, hey, he’s
still a kid to me.”

“Uh huh,” your fellow cubicle dweller responds slowly.
After a moment of silences, she goes on, “A word of advice, if you want to hide
the fact that you’re dating you might want to practice better subtly. Or, you
know, stop thinking you’re fooling anyone.
Everyone already knows.”

Akiteru groans, “Everyone? Including Mr. Ishima?”

She sends a sly grin over her shoulder. “You just helped him
win the bet.”

hi! can you write a fluffy scenario for kinoshita and his fem! s/o, who’s on her period and can’t move from bed/couch/etc.? maybe include him being terrified of her temper and being literally the biggest cinnamon roll? thank you! i love your blog so much, by the way!

Bless this sweet second year! I don’t read the manga so I’m hoping to see more of him in the coming seasons of Haikyuu!! Thank you for requesting and thank you for the love! I’m always so happy to hear when people enjoy my work. I hope you enjoy!

Kinoshita Hisashi

“It hurts,” you whine, curling up into a tighter
fetal position on the couch, eyes squeezed shut.

“I know babe,” Kinoshita says rubbing your arm.

“How can you know? You don’t have a uterus trying to
kill you!”

He flinches slightly at your harsh tone but the next second
you’re crying. “I’m sorry, Hisashi-kun, it’s just, my emotions are all
over the place right now. I understand if you don’t want to be around me.”

While the temptation to run is high, mainly because Kinoshita
doesn’t know what to do, he knows you need him, so he’ll put up with your mood
swings.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” he murmurs
against your hair, pecking the crown of your head lightly. “I’ll get you
something to eat,” he adds standing upright. Looking down in your eyes he
asks, “What would you like?”

An unexpected flush erupts across your cheeks; you’re a bit
embarrassed by how much you pack away when you’re hormonal. He sees the crimson
stain of your skin and smiles warmly. “No judgement, just tell me what you
want,” he says softly.

“Um, well, pretty much anything that’s probably bad for me,”
you admit sheepishly pulling a slight chuckle from his lips.

“Ok bashful,” he teases lightly, “I’ll bring you some junk
food.”

He throws on his jacket, blowing a kiss to you before
striding out the door. Twenty minutes later he returns, one hand clenching a
fresh pizza, its scent sending your olfactory nerves to nirvana as moisture erupts
in your mouth at the tantalizing prospect of greasy cheese and pepperoni. In
his other hand are two plastic bags loaded to the brim with soda, chocolate in
various forms and, you think, your favorite flavor of ice cream. Hisashi sends
you a wink before ducking into the kitchen to prepare you a plate.

Another five minutes of waiting, rather impatiently if you’re
honest but you bite your tongue because he’s being so sweet to you, results in
a plate of piping hot pizza, a tall glass of your favorite soda and a candy bar
for dessert. To top it all off, he’s brought you some extra strength pain
killer.

Not only that, he’s brought a heating pad to combat your
killer cramps. Propping you up with pillows behind your back, he gentle places
the warmth against your stomach.

One you’re settled, he pops in your favorite romantic
comedy, the one that makes you laugh till tears come from your eyes, after
which he sits at the other end of the couch near your feet, his own plate of
food in his hands.

Together you watch the movie, and you’re laughing as much as
the pain in your stomach will allow but the endorphins are working as you
barely feel the crushing pain of your contracting reproductive organs.

Looking down the couch at Hisashi, you smile warmly. He catches
the look, blushing a little under the scrutiny of your gaze.

“What?” he asks, eyes averting back to the screen.

“Nothing, just thinking how lucky I am to have you,” you
reply before also returning your attention to the images flickering on the
screen.

As your food hits bottom, you feel your eyelids begin to
weigh heavy, glancing blows of your eyelashes hitting the line below your eyes.
You snuggle deeper into the couch, feet draped over Hisashi’s legs which be
begins rubbing after wiping his hands on the plentiful number of napkins needed
for the pizza.

You sigh in contentment, allowing your eyes to close as the
gentle pressure of Hisashi’s attention to your swollen joints and the
satisfaction of a full belly lull you into a finally peaceful sleep.

He really is the sweetest boyfriend in the world.

Kuroo – At the Café

Running in from the torrential downpour that erupted, Kuroo
shakes the water from his head and shirks his now soaked Nekoma team jacket.

“I thought the forecast called for sunshine today,” he grumbles, wringing the drenched garment over
the nearest potted plant. Shaking it out, he places the cold material over his
forearm as he readjusts the bag hanging on his shoulder. Looking around he
smiles. He’s never been to a place like this before but he’s heard Kenma talk
about them. Thanks to the sudden storm he’s found himself stranded in a book
café. Usually lacking any spare time to read for pleasure, he’s never had
reason to seek one out but it will do as a haven in this tempest.

Turning his head, he notices a chalkboard with the “perfect
pairings” of the day. Looking closer he sees these are recommendations of books
to read and which drinks to enjoy while you do.

“How clever,” he
thinks reading over the list:

A Study in Scarlet –
Lapsan Souchong Tea

Sense and Sensibility
– Earl Grey Tea

Harry Potter and the
Sorcerer’s Stone – Butter Beer Soda

The Hobbit – Hot Rum
Coffee

Chuckling to himself, Kuroo makes his way further into the
café, eyes trailing around to take in the décor. The walls are, unsurprisingly,
lined with shelves of books stretching all the way to the ceiling of the rather
tall building with ladders that have signs saying, “PLEASE ASK FOR ASSISTANCE.”

In the center of the room are various chairs, couches,
chaises and stools all exceptionally comfortable looking. In the very back,
around another shelf of books, lies an almost hidden alcove are four pods nestled
within the shelves where one can stretch out if they so desire. Finding them
empty, Kuroo takes advantage of his luck, slinging down his bag and crawling
into one of the spaces.

He’s surprised to find he fits and commends the
establishment for considering their taller patrons. Placing his hands behind
his head he’s just about to close his eyes when a giggle carries down the rows
of make believe causing his eyelids to fly open and himself to catapult out of
the comfy nook. Neglecting his bag, he rounds the corner to find the source of
the noise.

In little time, he comes across the drink and snack
dispensary and it’s there he finds what, or rather who, he’s looking for. He’d
know that giggle anywhere, no matter how many years it’s been since he last
heard it. His eyes widened when they land on your profile. You’re talking to a
customer, a regular from the looks of it, your eyes shining and grin confident.
You always were so sure of yourself, it was one of the things which attracted
Kuroo to you in the first place even at a young age.

He can’t help but stare at you because the last time he saw
you, when you both were twelve years old, he thought you were the cutest girl
in the world. Now…now you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Your hair
is perfectly styled but at the same time has a natural look to it and his hand
itches to run his fingers through it. Your smile is bright and wide, one of his
most favorite features you possess. He’d always try to come up with ways to
make you smile, whether it was at his expense or the expense of others. He’d
loved making you blush, learning to craft his art of provocation based on your
reactions. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit he’s tried a time or two to make
other girls react the way you did when you were together, but it never is quite
the same.

And now, after 6 years, he can finally talk to you again.
That is, if he can get his legs to move or his mouth to work. He wasn’t
expecting this reaction to seeing you again. It’s like you’re the same person
and someone completely different at the same time. His teenage hormones aren’t
helping the situation either but that’s neither here nor there; there’s no way he’s leaving without at least
talking to you and hopefully getting your number.

He realizes he’s never fully let go of the crush he had on
you and just seeing you again has brought those feelings all the way to the
surface frighteningly quick. Despite his nervousness, he finally gets his feet
to work, striding to the counter now that the other customer has left.

Your back is to him as you arrange their order and when you
turn back around he’s smirking in the teasing manner he’s known for.

Your eyes grow exceptionally wide as you inhale a breath of
surprise. Then, before he knows what’s happening, you’ve launched yourself over
the counter, throwing your arms around his neck. His body moves on autopilot,
arms wrapping around your waist as you say rather loudly, “Oh my god, Tetsukuroo!”
The old nickname makes his heart warm further and he squeezes you tightly.

“Hey ______-chan, fancy meeting you here,” he says
chuckling.

When you finally pull back you’re blushing like mad, mostly
due to the snickers coming from behind by your co-worker. Extracting yourself
from Tetsuro, you smooth out your apron and shirt trying to calm your heart.
It’s been ages since you last saw him. You don’t quite know how you lost touch
when you moved but all the years seem to melt away when you look in his eyes.
Time has done him well. You always thought he was cute but now…damn!

“So, how long have you been back?” he asks, hands in his
pockets.

“Um, not very long, just under a month,” you reply tucking a
strand of hair behind your ear.

Just as he’s about to ask another question a throat clearing
catches both of your attention. Turning around you see your manager looking
pointedly at you and then the cash register. Squeaking out an apology, you grab
a napkin and hastily scrawl your phone number.

“Call or text me later, I’m off at 4:00,” you say hurriedly
and then dash back behind the counter.

Clutching the napkin like a life line, Kuroo makes his way
back to his stuff. The nook is still open so he lays back down. He’s thrilled
to have run into you again and even more happy at how happy you looked to see him.
Having you in his arms wasn’t bad either. Glancing at your number he puts it in
his phone but he has no plans of calling you. He’s going to wait here until
you’re done with your shift.

Pulling a random book from the shelf next to his head he
begins reading, finding the story surprisingly interesting. Before long two
hours has gone by and it’s time for you to get off. Gathering his stuff Kuroo
waits around the corner from where you have to walk to exit the food and drink
area. As you pass him he slinks up behind you and says, “Boo.”

You squeal turning around rapidly and almost dropping the
load of books in your arms. Helping to steady you, Kuroo laughs. “Still such a
scaredy cat,” he teases making you blush.

“And still such the schemer I see,” you retort with mock
irritation.

He grins and ruffles your hair. Again it’s like no time at
all has gone by and nothing’s changed save for the thundering in your heart
when you look at him.

Kuroo, unbeknownst to you, is having similar thoughts and
feelings. What he believed to be a childhood crush is rapidly growing into a
firm attraction for you.

“Get a grip Kuroo,”
he thinks as he walks with you to the exit, “You literally just found each other again. Don’t scare her off by
coming on too strong.”

“You didn’t have to wait for me you know,” you say as you
put the stack of books onto a cart that says RETURNS on it.

“Who said anything about waiting for you? I got wrapped up
in a book,” he quips smirking at you. It’s not entirely a lie, he really did
get sucked into the story he was reading but he can’t pass up an opportunity to
tease you.

You roll your eyes, shifting the bag on your shoulder.
Looking outside you can see it’s still raining cats and dogs out there and the
thought of rushing to the train stop in this downpour is less than inviting.
Looking back at Kuroo you say, “Well, since you’re here anyway we may as well
catch up. At least until the rain stops.”

“Sounds good, how about over there?” He points to a couch
near a hearth where a pleasant fire is burning. Nodding you follow him over,
the two of you placing your bags down before taking a seat facing one another.

Over the next two hours you talk about everything. What
you’ve been up to in your new home before coming back, how he’s the captain of
the volleyball team and all the preparations and practice the team is doing to
make it to Nationals. You talk school, friends, family, anything and
everything.

Eventually both of your stomachs rumble louder than the
thunder crashing outside.

Looking sheepish Kuroo asks, “I don’t suppose that little
place in the back does dinner?”

You laugh shaking your head. “No, just drinks, pastries and
simple snacks. I’m afraid if we want actual food we’re going to have to brave
the storm.”

Gathering your stuff, you make your way together to the
front door. Neither of you have an umbrella so you’ll have to make a run for
it. Dashing out the door you’re both soaked within seconds but are laughing as
you scamper towards the train station. Looking at Kuroo with his wide silly
grin makes you fall for him even harder. How can you feel so deeply for him
after only a couple of hours?

When you finally reach the station and look at each other
you burst out laughing at the same time. Kuroo’s hair is completely plastered
against his head and face and you doubt you look much better. The train hasn’t
arrived yet and as you wait you shiver. It’s quite cold in addition to being
wet. Suddenly you feel strong arms around you and turn into them, wrapping your
arms around Kuroo’s waist.

As your head settles on his chest you listen to his heart.
It’s beating fast and you can’t help but wonder if that’s due to the run or
because he’s holding you.

When you look up you find him already looking down at you.
Your eyes meet and a thousand words pass without a sound. You tilt your head
up, your face inching closer to his.

“_____-chan,” he says lowly, his warm breath caressing your
face. All you do is nod and he closes the distance, kissing you softly at
first. Then, as if setting a match to a tinder box, his arms move from your
shoulders to your waist tugging you against his firm torso. His lips are
insistent, hungrily massaging your own until you yield, allowing his tongue to
graze yours. Instant heat floods your belly moving outward to your limbs. This
is now your most favorite way of warming up.

For need of oxygen, you pull away inhaling deeply before
opening your eyes. Kuroo’s own are wide and dilated, his cheeks a rosy red and
his mouth curling up into his signature grin.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like me
_____-chan,” he says nuzzling your nose.

You giggle giving him another peck. “You always could read
me like an open book, Tetsukuroo.”

He groans. “Argh, you and your puns!”

Then his eyes turn a little serious, his hand cupping your
cheek. “But that won’t stop me from liking you. I mean, really, really, really liking you.” He pauses, taking in
a deep breath before asking, “Be my girlfriend?”

You nod and he kisses you again, the perfect end to your
fairytale day and the perfect beginning of a grand new adventure.

Heelllooo!! If you still have slots open, can I have Moriyama and his s/o attending a summer festival please~? can you include them visiting several stalls and watching the fireworks at night? Uwaa (/▽＼) sorry I’m such a constant requester here but I love your writings too much ❤❤

Hello sweetie! Don’t apologize for requesting! It’s requests that
keep blogs alive so I definitely appreciate you giving them! And thank you for the
compliment on my writing, it means a lot to me. Thank you for your patience
waiting for this, I’m sorry it took so long.

As you walk up to Moriyama in your traditional yukata he exhales a
long breath; you look so lovely in that color, its hue setting off the sparkle
in your eyes. He’s glad to see you’ve opted to wear your hair up seeing as he
enjoys looking at and stealing little touches of your elegant neck.

The sight of your boyfriend dressed in the grey yukata you hand-embroidered
with an orange lining makes you smile.

“Ready to go?” he asks offering his arm and you giggle as you take
it, the two of you strolling slowly through the ever-thickening crowd.

Your eyes dart this way and that, trying to take it all in; the
sights, the sounds, the smells! Everything is so festive and brightly colored
it makes your heart feel light to be surrounded by it all. Not to mention you’re
reveling in the time you get to spend with Yoshitaka. You feel a squeeze
against your hand and look at him.

“Enjoy it so far?” he asks with a smile.

You nod enthusiastically. “I’ve been looking forward to this all
year! I can’t believe it’s already time!” you exclaim happily.

Nearing the shop booth line, you squeal out at all the cute items
people are selling. Moriyama loses his grip on you as you fly towards a booth
selling figurines of your favorite anime, eyes shining with excitement.
Chuckling, Moriyama watches as you gingerly pick up one and then another,
taking in their detail. Sighing, you turn away, expression slightly wistful.

“What’s the matter?” he asks concerned; you looked so happy a
second ago.

“Nothing, Yoshi-kun, I just wish I made a lot more money at my
part time job. They have one of the figures I need to complete my collection
but it’s too expensive.”

He doesn’t say anything, just gives your hand a squeeze and tugs
you towards more booths. The next you stop at has intricate masks for sale and
you ask the keeper all about their process, fascinated that they are able to
make them look so lifelike. Moriyama, for the most part, just follows where you
lead. It isn’t that he doesn’t enjoy this, but you’re much more into it than he
is; at least when it comes to shopping.

As the two of you round another corner the scent of fried foods
and searing meat hit your nostrils making both of your mouths water.

“Let’s get something to eat, I’m starving,” Yoshi comments and you
nod.

Soon you’re holding a kabob in one hand and a frozen chocolate
covered banana in the other while Moriyama opts for an order of takoyaki, proffering
one to you on his fork. You take the fried octopus from him, almost moaning at
how good it tastes. For dessert, his first and your second, he orders taiyaki,
the little fish shaped pastries making you squeal with how cute they look.

After your meal, Moriyama leads you to the game booths, offering
to win you a stuffed plushie of one of your favorite anime characters. He succeeds
in the ring toss easily, handing you the prize which you hug with gusto before leaning
up and kissing his cheek. Feeling a blush cross his face, he grips your hand a
bit tighter, but his smile is more pronounced.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur of walking around until
eventually he leads you back to the first stall you stopped at and purchases
the figurine you wanted despite your protests. As you head to the grass to
stake a claim to watch the fireworks you sigh happily; the day really has been
perfect.

Sitting down, Moriyama leans against a rock and draws you to sit
between his legs. The position is rather intimate giving your surroundings but
he doesn’t care, he loves having you in his arms and wants to enjoy the
fireworks this way. Idly playing with your hair that has since come down as the
day wore on, the two of you discuss the upcoming school year and his basketball
schedule.

With a resounding boom, the first wave of fireworks cascade across
the night sky and you jump, your reaction making Yoshi laugh at you a little.
But he hugs you tighter to himself, chin resting on your head as you watch the
colorful display. Shifting his head, he looks at your face, loving the look of
awe upon it. Leaning forward, he pecks your cheek then whispers in your ear, “I
love you.”

Turning to face him, you plant a long, slow kiss on his lips.

Happy birthday~ <3 Hope you have a fantastic one! Who's your favorite character from KnB? How about some headcanons (or scenario if you prefer) for him baking you a a cake for your special day~? ;)

Thank you so much darling but ARGH, pick a favorite?! So, so
hard, honestly! I started watching through the anime again and it seems like
every time I do someone new is my favorite lol. For this, I’ll say…Kasamatsu,
because that captain is just amazing!

Furrowing his already pensive expression, Yukio stares at
the ingredients spread out on his counter. What in the world possessed him to
try to bake you a cake? Not only is this his confession but to top it off it’s
your birthday tomorrow so everything has to be perfect.

A knock at his door draws his attention and when he opens it
he groans.

“Hello senpai!” Kise says enthusiastically, barreling in
without an invitation.

“What the hell are you doing here, Kise?”

Kise blinks at him. “Why, I’m here to help you with the cake
for _____-chan!”

His captain flushes a dark red before roaring out “How do
you know anything about that?!”

The ace rolls his eyes as he grabs an apron off a hook. “I
saw you at the store buying supplies and put two and two together. I may be a
blonde but I’m not dumb, senpai!”

“That’s debatable,” mutters Yukio.

“So rude,” Kise pouts but continues to look over the
ingredients.

“What do you know about baking anyway?” Kasamatsu asks crossing
his arms.

Kise smirks. “I grew up with two sisters, senpai. Trust me,
I know what I’m doing.”

The brunette sighs, hand covering his eyes as he takes in
another breath. Looking up, he makes a decision. “Look Kise, it’s not that I don’t
appreciate you wanting to help-“

“Could have fooled me,” the blonde mumbles earning a smack
to the back of the head.

“Oi, don’t interrupt! Like I said, it’s not that I don’t appreciate
it, but if this is a gift from me, I’m gonna make it without anyone’s help.”

“But senpai-“

“I said no!” Kasamatsu shouts, then adds quietly, “Thank
you, but…no.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Kise unties the apron and hangs it
back up before heading to the door. “Ok then, I wish you good luck!” With that
he’s gone and Yukio is left wondering if he just made a big mistake but he
shakes away the doubt. He can do this, it can’t be that hard…right?

The next day Kise is bouncing around the front gate of the
school, eager to see the creation his captain came up with for you. He really is
rooting for him, knowing you’re the perfect girl for him and can only hope
today goes well. When he sees Kasamatsu approaching, he smiles widely, waving
and shouting a good morning.

Yukio’s face has his usual stoic countenance
firmly in place though the light dusting of pink on his cheeks is a bit of a giveaway
that he’s super nervous. Kise bounds up to him, exclaiming, “How did it go? Is
that the cake? What flavor did you make?”

He’s answered by a firm kick in the thigh. “Will you be
quiet?” hisses the captain.

“Sorry senpai, I’m just so excited for you!” Kise half
whispers.

With a sigh, Yukio keeps walking, the overeager ace
following in his wake. “I’m not gonna show you, if that’s what you’re waiting
for,” he says and Kise pouts. “I want her to be the first to see it.”

Kise whines a bit, but hastily apologizes before running to
his class when Kasamatsu gets ready to punch him again. He’s friends with you
so he’s sure you’ll show him later anyway but he can’t help feeling a tenseness
all day on behalf of his friend; will you accept and reciprocate his
affections?

When the final bell rings, Kise is running towards the exit,
needing to expel some of his energy but he stops dead in his tracks when he
sees you and Kasamatsu talking in the courtyard. From his vantage point, he can
see everything clearly and though he feels just a tiny bit bad about it he can’t
stop himself from watching the proceedings.

He sees Kasmatsu shifting from foot to foot, one hand
rubbing the back of his neck and he’s barely able to maintain eye contact with
you as he talks. Slowly he brings the box out from behind his back and Kise watches
your eyes widen a bit, a grateful smile on your face as you take it.

But before you can open it, Kasamatsu says something else
and then hurries off. Blinking, Kise runs downstairs, finding you where his
captain left you with the box still unopened in your hands.

“Hi, ____-chan, happy birthday!” he exclaims giving you a side
hug. Looking down, he feigns ignorance. “What do you have there?”

“Oh, it’s a present from Kasamatsu-san,” you reply looking
up at the tall blonde.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Open it!” Kise says with a
laugh.

Smiling a bit, you carefully pop the tape holding the lid
down off and lift it. Both you and Kise’s eyes go wide. Inside is a decidedly lumpy
cake. The frosting has run down the sides, smearing on the bottom and Kise
doesn’t know if that’s because Yukio put it on while the cake was still too
warm or if it’s just been ravaged by being carried around all day. His stomach
drops a bit, nerves on behalf of his captain flaring up and he tries to read
your face to see what you’re thinking.

A gasp from your lips makes him look at your eyes and he
follows your line of sight to the box once more.

Written on the underside of the lid is a note: Happy birthday ____-chan. I’m sorry this
doesn’t look like much but I’m hoping you’ll forgive the exterior in favor of
what’s inside; just like you do with me. I don’t know if you know but I like you
a lot and would be very honored if you would consider going out with me. I’ll
be at the Tea Leaf Lounge on Saturday at 1:00. If you accept, meet me there. If
not, well, I hope we can remain friends. – Yukio

Kise holds his breath; he’d really not intended to infringe
upon this moment but it’s too late now, he knows you know he saw the message.

Without a word, you put the box down on a nearby table,
grabbing a fork from your bento. Scooping a piece of the lumpy, soft cake you
take a bite. As the flavor hits your tongue, you widen your eyes; it’s actually
really good, but you would have said
yes regardless.

“I didn’t expect to get a boyfriend for my birthday,” you
say softly and Kise has to stop himself from picking you up in a large hug.

He decides to skip practice, opting to incur his senpai’s
wrath instead of risking the ruin of your response. Plus, he figures he’ll be
forgiven because Kasamatsu will be so happy to finally have you as his girlfriend.

He’s wrong and is given extra laps but it’s worth it when he
rounds the corner and sees you standing with his captain, giving him a peck on
the cheek before leaving the gym. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Yukio that red but he’s also never seen him smile that
wide.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAIKYUULOVERCOMPANY!!

To celebrate the very sweet and talented @haikyuulovercompany I have constructed this Tendo fluff for her (and your)
enjoyment. HAPPY BIRTHDAY darling! I hope your day is filled with love,
laughter and Haikyuu! Everyone send her some birthday love! 🙂

A resounding crash followed by cursing has Wakatoshi walking
into the shared kitchen of his dormitory where he discovers Tendo standing in
the middle of what looks like a bakery war zone.

“Satori-san, what are you doing?” asks the ace with a
deadpan face.

Raising his head, his pants sporting a splatter of what
looks to be cake mix, the guess monster groans out, “I was trying to bake
_____-chan a birthday cake and the bowl flew from my hand while I was mixing
and well,” he ends lifting his arms, rotating back and forth before
allowing them to fall back to his sides.

Leaning down, Wakatoshi picks up the errant bowl, some of
the viscous goo sticking to his fingers as he places it in the sink.
Absentmindedly, he sucks the pink sludge from his finger, a slight tremor
shooting through his body though his face remains neutral.

“Satori-san,” he says and Tendo looks up from where he’s knelt
to start wiping up the mess, “It’s probably a good thing you didn’t end up
baking this.”

“What do you mean?” the red head asks perplexed.

“Did you taste it?”

Shaking his head, Tendo swipes a clump off his pant leg, encasing
his finger between his lips. His eyes widened, a cough spluttering out as he
rushes to get a glass of water. After chugging it down he pants, “What the hell
was that?” Looking at the ingredients spread across the counter he reaches into
a clear bin containing a white substance and licks his fingers again, groaning
as he realizes his mistake.

“I used salt instead of sugar!” the middle
blocker cries. “Why are none of these ingredients labeled?”

Patting him on the back, Wakatoshi grabs more paper towels
and begins wiping the counter down. Tendo returns to the task of cleaning the
floor before washing the dishes and putting them away, again with the ace’s
assistance.

“Thanks for your help,” Tendo sighs collapsing in a chair.

“You’re welcome, but why were you doing this? Can’t you just
buy her something?” he asks sitting as well.

“Of course not! I want her to know how special she is to me
and store-bought goodies aren’t the way to do that!”

Wakatoshi remains silent, unsure how to assist his friend.
He’s not a cook nor a baker. Finally, he says, “Just figure out something else
to get her.” He stands nodding once and then exits the room.

Tendo rolls his eyes. “Oh sure, cuz it’s the simple,” he
mutters to the empty room.

Sighing he places his head on his hand, leaning against the
table, eyes closing as he tries to think of what to make for you. He really
does want you to know how special you are, the one girl who’s liked him for
him, who didn’t run away from him in fear or start rumors or make snide
comments. But it’s not just those things he loves about you, oh no, there’s so
much more. There’s your smile that crinkles up your eyes until you can’t see, your
laugh that bubbles up like sparkling cider from your chest, your eyes that
shine like stars when you watch him play, your shouts of encouragement he
somehow always hears above the cacophony of noise in the gym.

His eyelids fly up; he knows what to do for your birthday.

Walking through the halls, your arms laden with various gifts
from friends, you know your cheeks are going to hurt for hours from all the
smiling you’ve done. Everyone just made you feel so loved! But a twinge of
sadness hits your heart when you think about how Satori had to miss school
today. You were so looking forward to seeing his goofy grin, feel his arms
around you and get your birthday kiss but a stupid cold kept him locked in his
room.

As you near the door to exit the building Wakatoshi steps
out of a classroom, his eyes landing on you. You feel a slight tremor of
nervousness shoot through you; even though you’re his best friend’s girlfriend,
he still intimidates you. But, you reason, it’s probably because you’re never
sure what he’s thinking. Being with Tendo, you’ve grown used to hearing him
speak his mind and the loudness of his behavior so someone quiet tends to
unnerve you.

“_____-chan, would you like some help?” he offers eyeing the
load of goodies in your arms.

“Tha…thank you Ushijima-san,” you stammer allowing him to
lift your burdens.

“I told you, call me Wakatoshi,” he says and you smile.

You walk in silence towards your dormitory for a bit before you
ask, “Do you know if Satori-kun is feeling better? I wanted to visit him today
but he said not to because he didn’t want to get me sick.”

“He’s fine,” the ace answers simply.

“Oh,” you reply turning your head back to look ahead of you.

Reaching your door, you grab your keys from the pocket of
your purse and unlock it. As the door swings open, you gasp, hands flying to
your mouth. Before you stands Satori, clad in a black suit (with a tie no less)
holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Turning to look at Wakatoshi, you’re
shocked to see a very small smile on his face.

“Here,” he says handing you back your gifts, all of which would
have ended up on the floor thanks to your shock if he hadn’t been carrying
them. You realize now his reason for waiting for you and blush.

“Thank you, Wakatoshi-kun,” you say and he nods once.
Looking at his friend, he flashes a thumbs up before walking away. Entering
your room, you shut the door, dropping your presents on the bed. You rush to
Tendo, throwing your arms around his neck as he picks you up in a large hug.

“Happy birthday, lover,” he says in your ear making you
sigh.

“You little brat,” you retort, smacking his arm gently, “It’s
not nice to lie to your girlfriend, especially on her birthday!”

He chuckles as he sets you down, caressing your cheek with
his hand. “I wanted to surprise you and the only way to do it was to get everything
ready while you were in class. Besides, I think you’ll forgive me when you see
your gift.”

“What, you’re not my gift? I rather like the wrapping,” you
say blushing at his dapper appearance.

He grins widely, standing aside to reveal a pretty dress
picked especially for you. “I’ll admit, I needed help picking it out, so you
can thank Kayami-san for that.” It’s your favorite color, knee length and cut
modestly but is fancy enough to match his suit.

“I’ll wait outside,” he says opening the door. “I’d say take
your time but we do have a reservation so if you can be ready in twenty minutes
that would be great. I tried to get it later but this was the best they could
do.”

“It’s fine!” you say quickly, hurrying to pick up the
garment. “I’ll be ready in fifteen!”

He shakes his head at your cute eagerness and shuts the door.
True to your word, fifteen minutes later you step out, hair and makeup done to
perfection. Tendo stares openly, his mouth slightly agape.

“You look amazing,” he breathes, hands settling on your
waist.

“Thank you,” you whisper blushing.

Grabbing your hand, he leads you outside to the gates of the
school where a car is waiting. Inside you see his mother grinning and waving
from the driver side and you return the wave with a bright smile. Opening the
door for you, Tendo helps you get seated then sits down himself.

The ride to the restaurant is filled with you telling Satori
about your day and all the lovely gifts and thoughtful messages people gave
you. Eventually you arrive to the new fusion restaurant that just opened about
a month ago that you and Satori kept saying you wanted to go to.

His mom says she’ll be back in a couple hours before waving
the two of you off.

As you enter, Satori goes to the hostess podium and gives
his name. She smiles at him then you, indicating you to follow her. Walking to
the back, you’re surprised to find a private table set up with candles, more
flowers and soft music playing; it’s all so romantic and sweet. Satori pulls
out your chair, helping you get seated before taking his own.

Reaching across the table, he grabs your hand, trailing his
thumb over the back of it and staring in your eyes. Clearing his throat, he
retracts his hand, grabbing a small wrapped box from his inside jacket pocket
and hands it to you.

“Happy birthday,” he says grinning.

You smile back, tugging the paper off and opening the box; inside
is a piece of folded paper.

Unfurling it, you see Tendo’s spikey but somehow legible
writing scrawled across the white square. Pulling it near your face, you read:

Lover,

I tried to bake a cake
for you

It really seemed not
hard to do

But salt and sugar
look the same

Needless to say, it turned
out lame

I’m not a sculptor,
painter or such

My sense of colors
really sucks

So to make you art would
be too hard

But I just couldn’t
buy a generic card

And thus far if you
couldn’t tell

I don’t write poetry
very well

But it was the only
thing that I could do

To explain how much I
really love you

I love your eyes and the
sparkle they hold

Your cheering always
makes me bold

Your kind-hearted, selfless
spirit

I can’t believe you’d
let me near it

I love the way you laugh
and smile

You make my heart beat
at a hundred miles

You really don’t know
how much you mean to me

But I hope over time
you will see

So thank you for your
grace and love

I treasure all of you,
my precious dove

As you look up, a stray tear slides down your cheek, but you’re
smiling softly as Satori watches you. Standing up, you come to him and kiss his
lips gently.

“This is the best present I received all day, thank you
Satori-kun,” you say and he smiles.

Retaking your seat, you giggle out, “Did you really mix up salt
and sugar?”

He blushes, nodding his head and you laugh a bit harder but
he loves your laughter, even if you’re laughing at him and eventually he laughs
too, thinking really it was quite funny. Before long, you’re ordering a sampler
platter to share, chatting away about this and that and just generally enjoying
one another’s company.

“By the way, what made you decide to go to dinner all
dressed up? You didn’t have to do all this you know?” you ask before taking a
bite of dessert.

“I wanted to spoil you a bit. You do a lot for me and take
so little in return. Plus,” he adds taking out another box, “That wasn’t your
only present.”

You take the box, unwrapping it carefully. Popping it open,
your breath catches, eyes widening as you look at its contents. Nestled in
bright pink tissue paper is a silver locket, but instead of a heart it’s round,
the pattern of a volleyball etched into its surface.

“I had to go to Tokyo to get that, hence my absence from
school today,” he confesses. He pauses before saying, “Open it.”

Gently you unclasp the latch and open the locket, gasping
when your eyes fall upon a picture of you and Satori from your first date a
year ago. Inscribed on the other side are the words: “A monster and his lover.”

Satori stands, moving behind you and taking the necklace
from your hands to clasp it around your neck. Leaning down, he kisses your
cheek, whispering, “I love you.”

You turn your head, lips capturing his before you breathe
back, “I love you too, my lovely monster.”