Daichi packs his things in
record time as soon as the professor dismissed them, and is out the door after
a hasty goodbye to some of his classmates.
He’s set to meet Kuroo for
today, as he promised he would take him to the shopping district and give him a
tour of the town. His only class for the day should have ended earlier, but his
professor went overtime and then one of his thesis advisee asked a bit of their
time to answer a survey to which he couldn’t get out of.
In short, he’s running late.
And with no means of communication to tell Kuroo so, his only chance is to run
really fast in hopes he can make it to the bus station and take the scheduled
trip that would arrive in 8 minutes. It’s not for the first time that Daichi is
thankful for the years he’d spent as an athlete because the only thing helping
him deftly avoid other students and colliding into walls and posts is the sense
and instincts he’d honed during the years of playing volleyball.
He’s almost near the gates and
is already rejoicing internally when he accidentally bumps into someone. Hard.
The collision causing him to fall back on his behind.
Sentence #15: “If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought.”
“Ne, Kageyama, you know what I wish?”
Kageyama didn’t bother with a verbal reply, merely grunted to indicate he heard Hinata’s question.
“I wish I’d get confessed to. Tanaka-senpai and Nishinoya-senpai do all the time. I’ve yet to get even one.”
Kageyama turned his fierce dark blue eyes in him; “What the hell are you talking about, baka?”
Hinata frowned; “What? It would be nice to have someone feel something for me—“
“If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought!”
Kageyama’s interruption left them both slack jawed and blushing for nearly a full minute before Hinata stammered, “Bu…But I thought you didn’t even like me!”
“Huh?!” Kageyama took two steps closer. “How could you possibly think that, you idiot!”
“That’s how!” Hinata shouted back. “You’re always insulting me, calling me names, acting like I annoy you.”
“You do!” Kageyama grabbed him by the shirt, tugging him closer. A bit more quietly he said, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t also have feelings for you.”
Hinata met the fierce glare head on as he always did; “Prove it, then.”
When Kageyama kissed him, it left no more room for doubt.
“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep wondering if something’s wrong. I can’t keep wringing my hands and pulling my hair out and questioning whether you want me! ” Hinata’s flushed face looks up at him, his eyes blazing as much as they are tear drowned. “I love you so much but I can’t tell if you care Kei and it’s killing me!” He takes a deep breath, saying more quietly, defeated, “I… I can’t be with you anymore.”
Tsukishima swallows the lump in his throat. He could fight back, try to persuade; fuck, a part of him feels compelled to beg Hinata to take back his words.
But his pride burns those words to ash and what comes out is vitriol; “You can’t tell I care? All I’ve ever done since you blundered your way into my life is fucking care! Volleyball, our friends, our family, you. Just because I don’t fawn, just because I don’t swoon, just because I don’t say a lot doesn’t mean I don’t care! How could you have been with me this long and not understood me at all!”
He’s crying now, can feel the wetness on his cheeks and Hinata’s stunned expression makes him wonder if he’s actually never done so in front of him before. Probably not.
Well, it’s too little too late on both their parts.
He grabs his jacket, pulling it on hard enough to strain a seam or two. The keys in his pocket jangle and he extracts them, wrenching lose the key of their shared apartment and flings it against the wall. “I wish I never met you,” he sneers then storms out the door and out of Hinata’s life forever.
Sentence #12: “If you’re so bored, I have other ideas on how to pass the time…"
I modified the phrasing of the sentence to fit the scene. Hope you enjoy! It’s my first time writing Hanamaki, so I hope I did him justice!
Matsukawa scoffed at the blood on his suit. “If we survive this, you’re buying me new threads,” he grunted to Hanamaki as he reloaded his gun.
“What? Why? Just get it dry cleaned!” the pink haired male snapped, trying to get a clean shot and nearly getting a bullet to the head for his troubles.
“It’s white, dumbass! The best they’ll be able to do with it is turn it part pink and while that may be your favorite color, it isn’t mine!”
Hanamaki pouted, raising his gun to pick off one of the punks that had managed to get behind their safe zone;
“Shut up, you love pink.”
“Could you not fire so close to my ear?”
“Oh my mistake, next time I’ll just let you take a bullet to the back instead, asshole.”
Matsukawa opened his mouth to retort only to snap it shut when he felt a bullet graze his temple. Ok, maybe they really should start paying attention. His eyes, though appearing half closed, didn’t miss the movement to his right and he fired off three shots, a satisfying scream of agony indicative of hitting his target.
Hanamaki huffed, “You know, if you were so bored, I had other ideas on how to pass the time.”
“Oh, such as?” Matsukawa asked, cocking one of his ridiculously attractive eyebrows.
“Stealing cars, I don’t know… maybe dancing?”
Matsukawa chuckled, reloaded and fired again. “I don’t know, this feels sorta like a dance.”
“Yeah, dancing with death,” Hanamaki snapped, taking note they were really getting surrounded now.
Matsukawa shrugged; “Like we’d have it any other way. Just another day in the life, right?”
Hanamaki nodded; “Let’s just hope we live to be bored again.”
“The next time you two morons pull a stunt like that, I’ll kill you myself,” Iwaizumi snapped before slamming the door of Matsukawa’s room.
After a beat of silence, he smirked at Hanamaki; “So, last night you mentioned dancing…”
This is not happening. It absolutely, positively is not happening. How could anyone ever think that he would be the “perfect date” for him? Yaku considers bolting but those golden eyes are too quick and catch sight of him, wearing this stupid red collared shirt so that he would stand out in the crowd.
“Well this is a surprise,” Kuroo purrs–actually fucking purrs.
“Uh huh, remind me to write in a complaint to the developers of that asinine software,” Yaku snaps.
“Morisuke, you wound me! At least we’re matched with someone we have some things in common with!”
“We never agree on anything!”
Kuroo flashes that irritating smirk and it makes Yaku want to smack him. “Look, we’re already here, why don’t we just… hang out? We don’t even have to call it a date if you want.”
Yaku is about to tell Kuroo to shove it when he catches just the faintest hint of…worry? Well, they are both new to town, and it’s kind of lonely when you’ve left everything and everyone you’ve known for years behind.
“Fine, but no funny business!”
Kuroo snorts, “Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.”
And so they “hang out”, going to a movie (it takes them nearly an hour to decide which one) and get food (they end up flipping a coin because they can’t reach a mutual decision).
But despite all that, Yaku has to admit at the end of the evening that he’s had a good time. Despite all his maddening annoyances, Kuroo is actually a good date… non-date… whatever. And Yaku finds he doesn’t mind so much that they don’t see eye to eye on everything (anything) because even if he doesn’t agree with Kuroo, the man’s at least intelligent enough to present a convincing argument.
And then Kuroo breaks his ability to think when he says, “Morisuke… if I kissed you right now, what would you do?”
Yaku whips his head up, stopping dead in his tracks and stares at him. But he’s not teasing. He’s completely and utterly serious.
He blurts out a firm “why” and gets the satisfaction of seeing Kuroo ‘Thinks he’s so cool but is really a dork’ Tetsurou blush.
“Wha… No fair! Answering a question with a question!” he whines.
Yaku smirks, rising up on his toes (damn the man for being so tall) and whispers, “Ask me out on a proper date… then we’ll see.” He walks away, leaving a spluttering, cursing Kuroo behind him.
He doesn’t make it home before his phone is ringing, Kuroo’s stupid, handsome face illuminating his screen.
Combining these two, because Iwa-chan is one of my biases. I may have gone overboard. My apologies… #sorrynotsorry
~Admin Emma
SFW
-Likes to do Spartan Races. If you’re into that, he would be high-key pumped to do it with you. He comes up with training regimens and has the day planned to the second. Afterward, he wouldn’t even care that you’re getting mud all over his car; he had too much fun and he can’t wait until next year to do it again!
-Loves dogs, and hopes you love them too. When he gets his own place that allows them, he promptly adopts 2 older mutts from the local shelter. He takes them running and bought a huge bed so they can sleep with him. I hope you’re ok with that, because if sexy times aren’t happening, the dogs are in the bed with you. Unless you’re allergic, of course, but if you just don’t like his dogs, he might get a little bit defensive. (They are literally the sweetest, chillest dogs ever and they love you anyway because you love Iwaizumi so you’re cool by their standards)
-High-key likes chubby girls. Like, he obviously looks for personality and doesn’t care about looks too much, but if he spots a chubby girl from across the room, he literally can’t take his eyes off of her. He loves a girl who’s soft and curvy and plush with thick thighs and soft arms.
-Gets easily stressed around big groups and big personalities, so his home-life is pretty low key. Take-away and Netflix is his ideal date, mostly because he can have his dogs with him. If you must leave the house, he’s usually up for a gym date, a jog around the park, the movies, or a secluded cafe. Not really a club-hopper or concert goer (although he will go to a concert, if it’s a band he really likes)
-Loves rock music, especially mid-2000s pop-rock-punk. His guilty pleasure is the Emo Holy Trinity (PatD, FOB, MCR), but other than that he is into Three Days Grace, All Time Low, and Breaking Benjamin. More recently, he has been getting into some newer stuff like Walk the Moon and Neon Trees, but he always gravitates towards his favorites. Still collects CDs because he likes the aesthetic.
-Likes to drive. A lot. It relaxes him. He had a friend who transferred to an American school back in the day and they talked about how fucking bizarre it was to have to drive more than four hours to get to a place. Iwaizumi just internally screamed ‘lucky’ for the rest of eternity.
-Not the fanciest cook in the world, but knows his way around the kitchen (Trashykawa would have starved if he didn’t). The first time he cooks for you, he is low-key panicking the whole time. It takes all his self control not to interrogate you after every bite, but you notice that he keeps asking you how everything came out every ten minutes or so. Please just tell him in excruciating detail how delicious his food is.
-Romantic, love-sick dweeb. He looks so scary and big and stand offish but he loves to snuggle, touch your hair, draw meaningless shapes on your skin with his fingers… his love language is physical touch, and he shows it.
-As a result of that, PDA is mostly hand holding, maybe an arm around your waist or over your shoulder (Not that you’ll complain with those perfect arms of his unf). Gets high-key flustered if you try for more than a kiss on the cheek.
-Call him sexy, cutie, or handsome in public if you want a beet-red, sputtering Iwa-chan. You won’t be disappointed.
-1000000% big spoon. He’s a koala cuddler. He’s a backpack capable of love. Also loves to sleep, and will definitely sleep through his alarm, so feel free to wake him with kisses. It makes him so happy. Side note: he has the best morning voice, so enjoy that.
NSFW
-Dom! Dom! Dom! Seriously, he gets so turned on telling you what to do (in the bedroom only, of course, you are your own person, after all) and likes to control everything in the bedroom. I hope you don’t mind being totally submissive to him, because that’s what he looks for.
-He has a novel of kinks–dirty talk, lingerie, bondage, mild exhibitionism, roleplay, toys, lingerie etc.–but he has a few secret fantasies that he’ll share with you after you’ve been together for a while. He wants to have at least one threesome; he wants to try total sensory deprivation one time (no sound, no sight, totally gagged); he wants to roleplay at least one “encounter” scenario (where you go to a bar separately and pretend you don’t know each other).
-He’ll never ask you to call him Daddy–it weirds him out a bit–but you jokingly called him ‘Sir’ in bed once when he was spanking you and the top of his head nearly blew off and now it his thing; you now call him Sir in bed, and he will 100% get in the mood.
-When he finds the right person, he wants to try to train her to orgasm on command. He read about it one time, and it requires a ton of trust and understanding, and he finds it equal parts unbelievably hot and shockingly intimate.
-He’s a biter. He loves to bite your thighs, your ass, your shoulders… he loves to see you all marked up, knowing he’s the one who put it there.
-His need for closeness and physical touch translates in the bedroom. It doesn’t matter how intricately he has you trussed up, he needs to touch, he needs to hold you close, and he needs your skin against his.
-A God with his hands. Seriously, let him tease you under the table at dinner; you won’t regret it
-As much of a dom as he is, he’s always wanted to let his partner try it out on him. The idea sort of turns him on.
-Seriously, this guy is so intense in bed, emotionally. He may be kinky af, but sex is so important to him, emotionally. Like, he loves the intimacy. His aftercare is 11/10 would recommend.
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