can you do hc for kuroo, bokuto, and oikawa where they come to fem!s/o’s house for the first time and there’s just,,,so many,,,animals. like what their reaction might be like (ex; i have 3 dogs, 2 cats, a pig, a turtle, and a bunny)

You have a fun sounding house!!! I love animals! I’ll gear this based on your numbers!

Kuroo

Contrary to common belief, Kuroo is not just a cat person. He likes a wide variety of animals, cats just happen to be his favorite.
Your kitties immediately fall prey to his charms (who can blame them, you did too after all) and are all over him, vying for lap space.
By the time you return from the kitchen with snacks, he’s got one on each leg, scratching their ears while the three pups look on wistfully.
“Sorry guys, I only have so much room,” he says with a grin.

Bokuto

SUPER excited because his parents won’t let him get a pet, so he’s in heaven at your place.
Immediately gets on the ground to play with the dogs, playing tug of war, wresting around and generally making such a ruckus the cats look like they will never forgive nor come near him ever.
Becomes the best doggie step parent on the planet, constantly asking to take them with him on his runs.
You actually get a little miffed that he seems to call to play with them more than you.
But he’s so sweet and cute and earnest that you quickly forget your ire and decide to just go with them. The exercise is good for you anyway.

Oikawa

“You have a bunny!” Oikawa becomes positively enamored with the fluffy creature, talking baby talk to it.
Coos and awes as it eats baby carrots out of his hand.
Holds the bunny on his lap the entire time he’s there
The next time he comes over, he brings rabbit treats and a scarf “because he needs to look fashionable”.
Constantly takes pictures of the bunny and selfies with it, showing them off at school so much everyone just assumes it’s his.

Ooooooooooooooo! How about late night cuddles with Ennoshita???? The fluffier the better!

I am so sorry this took soooooooo long! I’m still struggling with writing especially since I just got over being sick but I’m hoping this will be to your liking and I hope you’re doing well! This is quite self-indulgent since because of said sickness I couldn’t get MY snuggles in with my hubby until recently. lol

Ennoshita wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into the nape of your neck and takes a long deep inhale through his nose; it’s been too long since he held you last.

“Chikara-kun, I just got back my ability to breathe,” you complain, but he’s not fooled, he can hear the smile.

“Deal with it,” he mumbles, adding another bit of pressure to make his point, “you’ve been out of my arms for too many nights.”

“Blame my lazy Killer-T cells.”

He chuckles, the deep rumble in his chest vibrating against your back pleasantly; “Look who thinks they’re an expert just because you watch Cells at Work.”

“Hey! It’s a highly educational show!” After a pause you sigh, “I can’t wait for White and Red to fall in love.”

Ennoshita laughs again, trailing his fingers through your freshly washed and dried hair; it felt so good to take a shower and feel clean again.

Silence falls between you save for the blessed sound of you breathing normally, his own breath caught up on your skin, warming it. After a few minutes, he says quietly, nuzzling between your shoulder blades, “I really did miss holding you. I missed your warmth, I missed the feeling of you in my arms. You’re like my own special security blanket, or body pillow I guess.”

He rolls you to your back, pressing soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, your jaw and finally, your lips, against which he murmurs, “I missed kissing you, so, so much.”

“Chikara-kun,” you whisper, overwhelmed with the wealth of affection swimming in his eyes; “It was only three nights.”

He kisses you again, a bit longer, a bit harder, one hand holding the side of your face, his half his body covering yours; “It felt like forever.” He keeps kissing you, but doesn’t go beyond that, still mindful of your depleted energy and need to fully rest.

Eventually you both settle back down, him on his back with your head on his chest, his arm around you and your hand settled on his neck, your fingertips tracing idle patterns on his skin. Just before you fall asleep you hear him whisper, “I love you,” against the crown of your head.

Fluffy scenarios with Asahi, Bokuto, Nishinoya and Ukai cuddling with their s/o that’s scared of thunderstorms?

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Wow it’s been 84 years, but I return with this self-indulgent nonsense! Did I crib a lot of notes from Ouran? Yes. Did this really resonate with me because I am absolutely scared of thunder? You bet. Does it matter than thunderstorms in Japan aren’t really a Thing because of their climate? Not even a little bit. I hope you enjoy!
~Admin Emma (Your Local Goblin)

Asahi

What had started as low rumblings before bed turned into cacophonous thunder that woke Asahi up from a dead sleep. That was no easy feat, given how heavily he slept, but thunder woke him easily. Not that he was afraid of thunder–far from it, actually–but he knew you were. The last time a storm had rolled through, he’d come home to find you shivering in the back of the closet with a pillow jammed around your head. That night was no exception.

“Hey,” he said, running his hand over the curve of your waist. You tensed under his touch, shrinking further under the covers. He wrapped a thick arm around your waist, holding you close. “Hey, ssh, It’s ok.”

“Asahi…” you whimpered, flinching when there was another flash of lightning. The thunder followed a few seconds after, loud and terrifying. It practically shook the entire house.

“Hey, hey,” Asahi soothed, pulling you a little closer. You buried your face in his chest, and he’d almost be embarrassed by the gesture if you weren’t so clearly afraid. He started rocking you gently, murmuring softly under his breath. “It’s going to be ok.”

This was a ritual for you. It was hard to see you so afraid, but he had things that scared him, too. He had totally irrational anxieties that turned him into a shaking, shivering, self-hating mess. You were always there to help him with those; so he would be there to help you with the thunder. He knew nothing he did that was rational would help. So he just allowed his presence to be enough, when it could be enough.

He would always protect you.

Bokuto

While he was no big fan of thunderstorms, he was more afraid of the power going out than anything else. His ADHD made his ears ring if it was totally silent, so if the power went out, he didn’t have his fan, and therefore he couldn’t sleep. So when a rare storm rolled through, he was instantly on high alert. He made sure his battery-powered white noise machine was charged, the candles and lighter were within easy reach, and the emergency supplies were where you’d left them last. You had leftover rice in the cooker, so if he got hungry he didn’t need power…

The storm rolled in so quickly, it didn’t take long for the thunder to roll over his head with a deafening crack. Up until that point, you’d been reading in the living room, bundled in one of his sweatshirts. You’d been pretty absorbed in your book, but the thunder yanked you right out of it. You were as alarmed as a sighthound catching movement in the bushes, and when the thunder cracked again, your eyes went wide.

Bokuto knew he had to get to work; “Hey, ____, I was thinking… I want you to show me that game. That crazy shooting RPG… Mass Effect?”

“You… you want to play Mass Effect?” You jumped when thunder cracked again, louder than before. But it was easier to get your attention again.

“Yeah! It looks fun! And you and Kuroo have that inside joke about ‘best store on the Citadel’ or whatever, and I want in!”

“Right…” you gulped when you saw the lightning flash again, but he held your attention. “Right now?”

“Yeah!” Bokuto said, exuberant and bright.

He wasn’t great at comforting. He wasn’t soft or gentle, he didn’t know how to hold you until you stopped being afraid. He was a man of action–a fixer. He needed to fix it. And he couldn’t fix an irrational fear.

But he could distract you, and make you feel loved and happy. And that was all he needed, really.

Noya

He came home from practice soaked to his skin, the sudden storm catching him by surprise. The apartment was dark, and the low hum of the AC unit was shockingly absent. The only sound was the driving rain outside. The power was out. You were nowhere to be seen.

“____?” Noya called, peeking into rooms as he searched. “____? You home?”

A flash of lightning, followed by an immediate crack of thunder. And then, he heard you. Just the tiniest whimper… you were in the bedroom. He should have known. He dropped his wet clothes into the laundry basket, scrubbed a towel over his hair quickly, and fished his phone out of his backpack. Thankfully, it didn’t get too wet. He plugged in his good headphones–the noise cancelling ones–and cracked the closet door. There you were, curled pathetically in the corner like a beaten dog.

He hated it. He hated that you were so scared, that he couldn’t be there for you. All he wanted was to make it go away. He stole the blanket from your bed and touched your knee. You practically leapt through the ceiling, your eyes darting nervously around before settling on him.

“Y-yuu…” Your voice shook, and you yelped when there was another crack of thunder.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said softly, whipping the blanket around your shoulders. He put the headphones over your ears, blasting your favorite playlist, and gathered you close. “It’s ok. I’m here.”

He rubbed your shoulder soothingly, feeling pleased with himself when you started relaxing into his side. He did this for you every time there was a storm. He didn’t even get that itch under his skin when he sat still for too long. This was too important to him. You were too important to him, and he didn’t want you to be scared anymore. He’d do anything…

An hour later, the power came back on, and you were fast asleep.

Ukai

He didn’t care about thunderstorms one way or the other; they came so rarely in Miyagi that he never really had to think about them. Okinawa, though… that was a different story. Many of the locals had warned him that day about a storm brewing just off the coast. Considering the big, ominous-looking clouds on the horizon, he’d taken it seriously. He was glad you’d packed your earplugs for the trip.

Sadly, the thunder was so loud and rain hit the window so hard it was near deafening, the ear plugs didn’t help. You’d tried to go to bed early, but the tension from the potential storm had kept you up. And now, with the rain and wind going full force, you were awake and likely not going to sleep any time soon.

He sighed, scratching at his hair as he climbed into bed with you. He snuck a hand under your shirt, rubbing soothing circles into your bare back; “Hey, it’s ok.”

You nodded, relaxing into his touch, but stiffening when lightning flashed again. He counted the seconds between the flash and the crack of thunder, and the storm was practically on top of the hotel. If he stared through the gauzy curtains, he could see thin cracks of light striking the sea. It would have been cool if you weren’t in his arms, shaking like a leaf.

He did the only thing he could do… the thing that you always said you liked. He sang to you. It was an old song, a traditional song his grandmother sang to him when he was young. It always soothed him, and despite the fact he wasn’t the most gifted singer in the world, you always seemed to love his singing voice. The first few times it had been embarrassing, but after years together, all self-consciousness about the roughness from years of smoking and his tone deafness and the way his voice cracked on higher notes had vanished. All he wanted was to make you feel loved.

After a time–he honestly lost track–your shaking stopped. He peered down to check on you. You weren’t asleep, but you were staring up at him with such naked affection in your eyes, his face flamed.

“Thanks, Keishin,” you said, brushing your fingers along his jaw in a way that made him shiver. “You always know what to do.”

He grinned, pressing gentle kisses to the corner of your mouth; “Anything for my future wife.”

I’M MELTING!!!! I, too, do not like thunder. I think storms are cool but they scare the crap out of me so I can totally relate. These were so, so, so SWEET Emma! You always knock it out of the park!

Heya! It breaks my heart requesting this, but I got a prompt for you: “Buy yourself something nice. Because I don’t want this ring.” for Terushima? (I am scared about this one already)

A hundred years later, I finally write this one! I hope you like it!

You never knew your pulse could beat so loud, the thunder of it in your ears drowning out all sound. Around you, the bustle of people starts to slow; they’re noticing, pointing with giggles and delighted gasps at the display before them.

Terushima shifts slightly, his knee no doubt feeling the bite of the uneven concrete but he remains knelt, hands outstretched and fingers clasping a box—red in color and velvet in feel— in which lies a sparkling diamond ring.

Tears prick your eyes and you curse them—curse him—because he would have to put you in this position in front of strangers. Perhaps you should be thankful it’s not in front of friends.

“Terushima,” you say and see him start, his wide smile falling slightly at the use of his last name; no wonder since you’ve been together for nearly two years.

Actually, it has been two; today’s your anniversary.

You swallow the lump in your throat and begin again, “I… I can’t accept.”

Terushima stares at you for a moment then lets out an obviously forced laugh. “Haha, good one, _____!”

You ball up your fists. If he wants to do this here, fine.

“Asking me to marry you doesn’t change the fact you cheated, Terushima.”

That wipes the smile clean away. He face falls and he scrambles to his feet, tugging you to an alley.

Then he’s down again—this time on both knees—and tries to push the ring on your finger. “Please, _____, please don’t. That was a mistake. It didn’t mean anything and—“

“But it does mean something. It means I’m not enough for you!”

Terushima crumbles, leaning back on his heels, his head down. You’re not sure but you think he’s crying which makes you cry more but you have to do this; you have to be strong for yourself.

He looks up, tears rolling down his face and you choke on your breath.

He shakes his head as you stretch your hand towards him and say, “Buy yourself something nice. Because I don’t want this ring.” You release it, unwilling to stand here any longer with your torn heart on display.

It falls to the ground with a clink, rolling slightly away but he makes no effort to get it as you stride past him and disappear into the crowd.

could you do a scenario with iwaizumi and a gf who’s a writer. i’m working on my own book right now and lately i’ve been staying up super late trying to reach my deadlines, sometimes even pulling all nighters. i need some comfort :(

imagine-that-haikyuu:

Wow, I’m so sorry this is late. Congratulations on your book! I hope you were able to meet all of your deadlines. Hopefully this will still bring you some comfort. Honestly, it’s coming at a time where I’m also not satisfied with writing and the rate at which I’m writing, so I hope you don’t mind if I use this for myself too!

– Admin Rachel Lauren

Ko-Fi

It’s two in the morning and Iwaizumi can’t sleep. Life’s cruel in that way; the person who can afford to sleep now can’t, and the person who needs to rest the most is forcing herself to stay awake. He gets out of bed and wanders into the living room where he’ll find you. You could probably use the company anyway.

He still swells with pride when he thinks about the fact that you’re publishing a book. Even on the rougher days of this whole process–like tonight, for example–he hopes you retain some of your pride in the matter.

There’s one more deadline you need to make for the time being. It’s a sorry sight to see you like this, though. Only one lamp lights the room along with the backlight of your monitor. Your head is in your hands, palms pressed to your eyes. A moment passes before defeated sigh escapes your lips.

“I know,” you murmur. Iwaizumi doesn’t know what your responding to exactly. You do this on occasion: acknowledge some small, idiotic thing you’re doing as you’re doing it that you know he isn’t happy about. But this time he hadn’t been thinking of anything. He decides to go with it, however. It might cheer you up if he plays his cards right.

“Well, then I don’t need to say anything about it,” he says, wandering over to stand beside where you’re seated.

“I know I should turn on the other lamp too so that I don’t strain my eyes and straighten my back so it doesn’t start hurting.”

He places his hand on your head, nails grazing your scalp with a gentle force in just the right way. “Yeah, probably,” he says. There’s a warmth to the way he says this, almost teasingly, if you had to describe it. At the feel of his touch, your shoulders relax. You pull your hands from your face too and sigh again.

“And that I should have done a little more each day than I did so I wouldn’t be up all night tonight having to do the rest.”

The scratching stops. Iwaizumi’s hands now rest on your shoulders.

“Hey, enough of that. What’s done is done, right? He presses his face to the top of your head where he places a kiss. “You’re doing great, ____.” He can’t see your expression, but he knows you’re giving a weary, half-smile that would be a full one on any other night. But now you’ve sat up straight and readied your hands at your keyboard once more.

“Thank you, Hajime.” Your voice is a near whisper. “ I really needed to hear that.”

He hums in satisfaction and kisses the top of your head again. First, he’ll go turn on that other lamp for you. Then, he’ll make you some tea. They aren’t grand gestures, but they are what you need. Iwaizumi can’t help you write the book, but he can do those small things to get you through it. And for him, you’re more than thankful.

So sweet Rachel Lauren! And good luck writer-chan! We’ve been there and are rooting for you!

May I have Hoshiumi (if you do manga characters, of not you could change it to Yaku) trying to ask their crush out who always attended their games, please?

Hoshiumi looked up into the stands, eyes scanning quickly. Sure enough, there you were. He smiled, bright and wide. He could always count on you being there, cheering him on.

Accompanying his happy expression were red rose cheeks. He really wanted to ask you out but his teammates’ teasing echoed in his head.

Are you even sure she likes you?

And as much as he didn’t wanted to admit it, they could be right. He knew he liked you but maybe you really just came to the games to support the team as a whole; not just him.

But he wasn’t a chicken! He was the little giant after all! He could do this!

So after the game, sweaty and running on adrenaline from their big win, he rushed into the halls and up the stairs searching frantically for you.

He found you, talking to your friends. The prospect of an audience doubled his nerves but he wasn’t going to back down. Running up the stairs, he practically shouted, “_____-chan!” You stopped dead in your tracks, eyes wide with surprise as he bowed before you. “Thank you for your support!” He looked back up, eyes shining. “Will you please go out on a date with me?”

You blinked at him, shock on your face. He felt his heart thundering, new sweat breaking out on his brow as the silence between you stretched on.

Then you smiled. “Sure, Hoshiumi-kun, I’d love to go out with you.” You wrinkled your nose a little. “But first maybe you should take a shower.”

He nodded, tearing back down the stairs, shouting over his shoulder, “I’ll meet you outside in ten!”

Could I please request, Kuroo trying to get close to his crush who is considered to be an Ice Queen but instead just has really bad social anxiety and is very shy.

Kuroo knew there was more to her than meets the eyes. No one was one dimensional, no matter how hard they tried to give that impression; even himself from time to time.

But every time he tried to talk to her, she shut him down or avoided him all together.

“I don’t know why you’re trying so hard,” Kenma said, eyes focused on his PSP.

“Haven’t you ever heard of the thrill of the chase?” Kuroo replied.

Kenma glanced up briefly. “If you’re just playing with her-”

Kuroo put up his hands. “I’m not, I’m not. I just… find her intriguing. I can’t really explain it but I really do like her and want to get to know her better.” He sighed, dropping his hands. “If she’ll ever let me.”

“So what’ll it take to get you to agree to coffee?”

You looked up with a start, pen almost dropping out of your fingers. You fixed your face into your usual scowl. “Leave me alone, nerd.”

Kuroo snorted. “Wow, original. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, how about answering my question?”

You got up, intent on walking away but he blocked your path. You looked up into half fringe covered eyes, startled at the seriousness you found. “Why would you want to go out with someone like me?”

Kuroo put his hands in his pockets, shrugged his shoulders. “You’re… different and intriguing and… pretty,” his cheeks colored slightly at this last, eyes casting to the ground. “What do you have to lose?” he added.

Your eyes searched his face for deception, for teasing, for anything to indicate an ulterior motive; and found none.

Finally, you smiled, faintly but true. “Ok, Kuroo-san, I’ll have coffee with you.”

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Short Aone/reader fic done for a commission. This was a joy to write! Our gentle giant needs more love.

If you’re interested in getting a commission, you can find links to commission info on the Admins page!

~Admin Alyx

You collapsed onto your brand new sofa, heaving a sigh of relief. You could feel the soreness setting into your muscles already, and your t-shirt clung to your sweat-damp skin, but the satisfaction of a job well done outweighed any physical discomfort.

You were finally moved into your new place. Yours. It was a small one-bedroom, no frills and honestly pretty cramped, but… it was your place. The knobs for hot and cold water in the tub were reversed, and the kitchen cabinets were painted an odd green that looked a little dated, but in your mind these quirks just added to the charm of the place.

You looked up at Aone, who was just standing a little uncertainly next to the sofa.

“Takkun?” you said with a laugh. “You gonna sit down or what?”

He had done most of the heavy lifting, so you knew he had to be tired, too, even as strong as he was. He sank carefully onto the sofa beside you, leaving a short distance between you that you quickly closed, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“I’m sweaty,” he argued, but you snuggled against him anyway.

“Like I’m not!” you said. He apparently relented, because he relaxed against you, finding your hand and winding your fingers through his own. It had surprised you, when the two of you first started dating, how tactile he was. In retrospect, it made sense. Though he’d opened up to you, he still was a man of very few words. He expressed his feelings through actions, and when he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, you understood him perfectly.

“Thank you so much for your help today,” you said. “I have no idea how I would have managed without you.”

He gave a soft hum in response, brushing his thumb against the back of your hand.

You stuck your hand into your pocket, nervously tracing the outline of the key you’d slipped in there. You’d been rehearsing this in your head all day, but even so you couldn’t help the surge of nerves that overtook you now.

“So, um…” you began, cringing slightly. Off to a great start. “Taka… hold out your hand and close your eyes!” you said quickly. This wasn’t how you’d planned this, but you weren’t sure how to actually say it, so you chickened out. Nevertheless, he did as told, shutting his eyes and holding out his free hand in front of you.

Slowly, you pulled the key out of your pocket and held it over his hand, hesitating for a long moment before you bit the bullet and dropped it.

“Okay… open your eyes.”

He blinked his eyes open, lifting his hand towards his face.

“It’s… a key,” he said in a monotone.

“I had an extra made,” you said. “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to… to… moveinwithme?” You uttered the end of the sort-of question on one breath, the sounds jumbling together so much you wondered if he’d even understood.

Aone was silent. This wasn’t out of the ordinary, exactly, but given the circumstances the silence made it only that much more nerve-wracking for you. You snuck a glance at him and saw that his serious eyes were fixed unblinking on the key in his hand.

“You mean it?” he said finally, his voice deep and earnest and heartbreakingly hopeful.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly, looking up at him. “I want you to stay with me. I want this to be our place.”

His brow was furrowed, and to anyone else it might have looked like a scowl, but you knew him. You’d learned the nuances of his facial expressions, and you could see the particular curve of his mouth, the slight wobble of emotion.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice deep and almost hoarse. “I—yes. Yes, I want to live with you. Nothing would make me happier.”

His hazel eyes shone, and without warning a rare grin spread across his face, making your breath catch in your chest. You treasured his smiles. He smiled a little bit like he’d heard a smile described secondhand once, but had never actually seen one to know how. His mouth was too wide, baring every one of his teeth, and even a full-blown smile wasn’t enough to fully smooth the furrow in his brow—you’d learned that his face really was just like that. His eyes, though. His eyes shone so brightly and so earnestly when he smiled that you couldn’t help but grin back at him.

“Really?” you asked.

He stared back into your eyes, his brow furrowed deeply with emotion. Then he did what he did best: he let his actions speak where words could not. He took your face gently in his broad, calloused hands, gazing intently at you. You could feel the cool press of metal against your cheek where he’d hooked the key ring around his pinky finger.

He leaned forward ever so slowly until his lips pressed firmly against yours. His fingers slid back into your hair as he kissed you, his lips moving slowly and intently against your own. He hummed against your lips, and you could feel the vibration as it rumbled low in his chest. A rush of love and giddy excitement hit you—he’d said yes, you were moving in together—and you poured yourself into the kiss, sliding a hand over his chest. He pulled you closer, drew you in until you were leaning over him at an odd angle. At that point you threw caution to the wind, throwing one leg over his lap so you were straddling him.

He exhaled sharply, making a sound low in his throat that was something akin to a growl. His hands slid down your neck, falling to your sides, travelling down over your thighs and back up to encircle your waist, his broad hands splaying over your back and pulling you close. He broke the kiss for a moment to stare up at you, his eyes somehow conveying what words couldn’t. You knew the feeling—the whirl of emotions you were experiencing at the moment was utterly indescribable.

You took a leaf out of his book, letting your actions speak for you. You kissed him again with renewed vigor, his lips parting readily for you as your tongue slid against his, hot and wet and eager. You could taste the salty tang of sweat—his or yours, you couldn’t say—but it didn’t deter you. His arms tightened in a vise grip around your waist, until you were pulled flush against him, your legs parted in a lewd stretch over his lap. You could feel him through the flimsy fabric of his athletic shorts, hot and practically pulsing with desire.

“Shall we…” you said breathlessly, licking your lips and swallowing thickly. “Shall we christen the—our—new bedroom?”

He growled again, wrapping his arms securely around your thighs and rising from the sofa, lifting you and carrying you towards the bedroom like it was nothing. You laughed joyfully, burying your fingers in his hair.

You’d take that as a yes.

Love!!!! I just adore Aone and this was so sweet!

could i get a kuroo x fem reader in their last year and they liked each other from the beginning but were “just friends” and she thinks he doesnt like her but confesses and they get a happy ending? i realy need one, i lost mine

kuroast:

i’m so sorry to hear that, and trust me i’ve been there and ofc it’s going to hurt but you’ll fall again and hopefully it’ll be requited 😘💕 stay strong! i’m here if you need to talk~

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You twirled the alcoholic drink in your glass as you absentmindedly watched how the moon reflected upon it. In all fairness, while the fact that this field trip was the last one you were going to have with the volleyball team, a part of you was still shaken up after suspecting Kuroo fell for another. He didn’t admit to it himself, but doubt inflicts more damage than certainty ever could.

A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned into the chair that was positioned, in your ever so humble opinion, rather perfectly on the balcony; it allowed you an astounding view of the starry sky yet kept you hidden from the wind. With a single glance at what was going on back in the livingroom, you could barely suppress a smile at the sight of Kuroo massaging his temples in despair over the nonsense Lev was spewing.

It was the perfect picture; one you were certainly going to miss once you leave.

Mere seconds after, Kuroo’s eyes locked with yours, resulting in him breaking out in a smile. With a single eye roll at the first year, he got up and made his way towards you.

“I feel like a failing parent,” he commented, closing the balcony door behind himself before placing the beverage that he tried his best not to spill, on the table.

“Next time, use protection,” you winked before raising your glass towards him in a sarcastic manner. He matched your pace and took a sip himself, a smug grin gracing his lips at your taunting.

Comfortable silence followed in; truth be told, atfter the entire day with the team, not even Kuroo would complain about finally getting some peace and quiet.

“Do you realise this is goodbye?” he suddenly blurted out as he awaited your reaction— was he the only one dreading it?

“I prefer to think of it as an opportunity to think of all the good memories we’ve had— it might be a goodbye, but not forever. It’s just that this chapter of our life is over.”

The male quirked his brow quizzicaly, rotating so that he was turned towards you properly, “Deep conversations under the stars with accompanying alcohol? Sign me in.”

Through a stiffled laugh you shook your head at him and found yourself regretting it afterwards. Perhaps you had a sip too many and dizziness overcame you.

“That’s what I’m talking about; every trip we go on, we end up like this. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to drink on a balcony without a part of me hoping you’re going to follow suit.”

“One day, I might,” he added, trailing off. As he opened his mouth to continue, you beat him to it. Nine chances out of ten you were going to regret it— at that point, the alcohol was talking and you had nothing to do with it.

“Don’t get my hopes up like that. You always do that,” your tone changed and you could no longer maintain eye contact. Puzzled by the change in the atmosphere, the raven leaned in, prepared to offer you a shoulder for whatever you might need.

“I like you,” you blurted out, “And I know you don’t like me. And I’m trying so hard to get over you. I kept letting go, I kept convincing myself that I was ready to do so. At times I was. It’s you, though. I blame you. You’re the one who won’t leave no matter how many chances I give you. In a crowd you look for me, you never leave my side— you don’t even give me five minutes with my other friends. I mean, for fuck’s sake, you aren’t supposed to chase a girl through the field, blowing dandelions at her unless you like h—“

“I do.”

“W-what?” your voice cracked; at that very given moment, your heart was racing so lound that you could hear it, and most likely he could as well.

“Have you ever once thought that I was always by your side because I like you? Because I need you? Because I want you? Because I would choose your company over anyone else’s?” he continued, getting up from his seat so that he could face you properly, “Every time you brushed me off as just a friend, it hurt, but I was prepared for it if it meant staying by your side.”

“What about—“

“(Name), you said it yourself. A guy doesn’t chase a girl through a field, blowing dandelions at her unless he likes her.”

A moment of silence followed suit; you spent it staring at one another, whether in amazement or disbelief— perhaps even in wonder, as you marveled at the fact that you were blind despite your perfect sight.

So all it took, after countless nights of empty “what ifs” and daydreams, was a mere confession. Oh, the trouble you could have saved yourself from.

“Kuroo, you absolute idiot, kiss h-nhmp!” Lev was cut off by the hand of an exhasperated Kenma as he drew the curtains with the other, swiftly apologizing for the intrusion.

Previously unaware of their presence, the male’s cheeks burnt bright red as he took a step back, prepared to turn into a stuttering mess at any moment, only to have you pull him in for a kiss in the brief moment of drunken courage.

It was a short peck, for the height difference didn’t allow much else without the additional help of the flustered raven, but you beamed with happiness nonetheless.

“Say, what you want, but for once, he’s right,” you commented cheekily. Having the doubt and fear of rejection lifted from your shoulders, you found it in you to smile brightly with no regrets.

—————

And there it was, a short, happy ending for all of those who didn’t get theirs.

Awwww!!! I’ve missed your stuff! It’s always so good! I love that you call Kuroo a raven because as much as he’s a cat, a raven is a good description too and I love it!

hello! i’m back with another request that’s somehow specific; a fluff where asahi carries his drunken wife home in his back after a Karasuno reunion party. She kept on rambling about how she loves Asahi while drunken and when they arrived home and he lets her down, she just went over kissing him and fell asleep

imagine-that-haikyuu:

i constantly have delusions of myself in about five years
getting drunk at my 10-year reunion but this is probably a lot nicer than
something i would do when that comes

I GOT CARRIED AWAY THIS IS LONG

“Oh my god,” you squealed. You were practically in tears
when Suga showed you a picture on his phone of him, Daichi, and Asahi as first
years on the volleyball team. “Oh my god, my husband is a baby here! He has no
beard! I love him.”

Suga laughed while you brought your hands to your cheeks
and smiled at thought of Asahi at fifteen. Eyes not leaving the screen while
Suga swiped to the next picture, you reached for your glass and brought it to
your lips. Concern graced your features when only drops of ice water hit your
tongue. You hadn’t even realized your glass was virtually empty; that was
unacceptable.

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I died! Asahi is perfect husband material. So, so cute and I love future fics where the boys are all still friends!