GOM+Bokuto and Kuroo who are Familiars confessed their love to their witch s/o and it is forbidden for a Familiar and a witch to be together. (angst+fluff)

So I know I told you that I couldn’t figure out a way to give all these boys the same scenario without it feeling like I was repeating myself but then I remembered the “progressive story” method and came up with this. I really hope you enjoy it and thanks again for being so patient and flexible!

Kuroko – Hare

Kuroko could, of course, remember the first day they’d met. It had been at a familiar auction, one he’d been to many, many times but because of his unassuming nature and quiet disposition, he was always found to be less than desirable to be purchased. That is, until she came along. She’d taken one look at him and knew he was perfect for her. So the blue haired rabbit familiar went home with her and if he really considered it, that was probably the same day he fell in love with her.

Midorima – Snake

But, he’d never admit it, whether from pride or the futility in feeling such affection for his witch. So Midorima did the next best thing; became the most perfect familiar he could possibly be. He curled under her bed to keep watch while she slept. He made sure all orders were in perfect order and verified any and all magic items sold to them. If something seemed too good to be true, he’d call out the proprietor trying to pawn it off on them with little regard to feelings; his witch would be protected not only in body, soul and mind but also in her reputation.

Akashi – Fox

It did, however, become increasingly difficult to watch would be suitors attempt their wooing of her. Wizards, warlocks, male witches and wannabes, it didn’t matter who stepped across the threshold of their shop to try to win her affection, Akashi would watch them with glaring eyes. Thanks to his astute judge of character, he’d often be able to see right through their intentions and any falsehood, providing her with accurate (if extremely biased) opinions. She would usually laugh off his protestations, assuring him she wasn’t interested in anyone and perfectly happy to remain as she was. But instead of providing comfort to him, it fed him just enough to keep annoying hope alive.

Kise – Raven

Sometimes he wondered if he imagined it, wishful thinking growing too great, but he couldn’t deny that every once in a while it seemed like she looked at him like he knew he looked at her. Kise wasn’t stupid, despite his blonde hair and bubbly personality. She knew all of him, every last crevice of his personality by now and still remained faithful to him. It was just another reason he loved her as much as he did. And it was times like this he wondered if he could tell her, regardless of the consequences. But a moment later, she was back to normal, asking his opinion on a few orders with nary an indication of anything deeper than what he knew they had. So taking a deep breath, he sat next to her, going through items together.

Bokuto – Owl

Bokuto’s eyes remained wide as she retreated through the door, mind working overtime trying to figure out what had just happened. One moment they’d been laughing and joking about selling Oikawa explosive eye of newt and the next she was practically running away from him. He frowned, getting up from his seat and heading to the door. He knew it was probably a bad idea but enough was enough. Long life or not, he only had one time around and he was tired of hiding how he felt.

Kuroo – Cat

He followed her into her room, the sound of the shutting door drawing her attention to him. “I’m tired of dancing around,” Kuroo said, his gaze holding her in place. He stalked forward, eyes starting to glow. “You can’t not know how I feel by now,” he insisted, hands landing on each side of her head. She looked up at him with wide eyes, lips parted to speak but no sound would come out. He leaned down, mouth centimeters from her own. “I’m in love with you, mistress,” he purred, the title she’d come so used to holding a completely different meaning in this tone. “And I think you love me too.” Her eyes, which she didn’t remember closing, flew open to meet his betraying the truth of his assessment.

Murasakibara – Irish Wolfhound

“We can’t,” she sniffled. “If we’re found out, one or both of us could be killed!” Murasakibara drew her into his large, warm arms. “Don’t worry, _____-chin,” he murmured into her hair. Tilting her chin up, he kissed her, lips massaging hers open to caress her tongue with his own and swallowed her moan. Pulling away slightly he affirmed, “I’ll crush whoever tries to take you away from me.”

Aomine – Panther

Aomine kissed her again with all the ferocity of his nature, practically devouring her. She arched into his touch, mouth hung open gasping for air when his lips scorched a blazing trail down her throat to the top of her chest. “You’re gonna pay for always wearing these damn corsets,” he growled, descending his claws just enough to tear the fabric of her bodice. “Fucking teasing me all the time, shit.” He threw her to the bed, covering her body with his own. “I hope you’re ready for a long night,” he warned, ripping away her skirt before whipping his own clothes off. “Because I’m going to make up for all these years of torture, in the best way possible.”

For Supernatural October could I please request a scenario where a werewolf Kuroo accidentally finds out his s/o is a shapeshifter and is trying to tell her about his own ability. Thank you so much of your able!

Less accident, more unexpected but I hope you like it nonetheless

Kuroo hissed in pain. “Well, that’s gonna leave a mark,” he grunted to his captor, eyes narrowing at the silver blade glistening in the swinging low light. But before he could be cut again, an explosion caught both their attention.

Standing in front of a newly formed hole in the brick was another werewolf, though much smaller than either of the males despite their still being in human form. She growled, eyes glowing red, claws descending as she took a step towards Kuroo’s tormentor.

Kuroo’s eyes widened as her scent washed over him.

“________?” he asked despite his certainty.

She didn’t flinch, didn’t look at him, just kept her prey in sight. With a low snarl, she charged forward, slamming head long into the stomach of the other male.

He grunted. “I knew you’d come! And now I’m gonna show you why no one leaves me, you stupid bitch!”

Kuroo struggled against his bonds harder, cursing and shouting for her to get out of here while part of his mind focused on the fact that he’d not known until this moment she was one of his own kind! Did she know he was too? Or did she think he’d just gotten caught up in this world?

He couldn’t see behind him, but he could hear the fight, its brutality flashing in his mind’s eye and he couldn’t help assume things were going badly for her. A final howl of pain, deeper than expected, indicated the end and Kuroo couldn’t keep his incredulity off his face as she came back into view, fur matted with blood and breathing heavy. She was wounded, that was for sure, but she was alive and he let go of the breath he was holding.

Their eyes met, hers full of sorrow but before Kuroo could open his mouth to thank her, much less explain his own true nature, she was gone in a blur into the night. Did she…really just leave him strung up? Twenty minutes later, when Kenma and Yamamoto showed up, he learned they received “an anonymous” tip on where to find him.

“What the hell happened, Kuroo?” Yamamoto practically shouted as he undid his binds.

“What’s it look like?” snapped their pack leader. “I got ambushed then left with that asshole.” He pointed to the mass of guts and fur on the floor. “And then ________ showed up and-”

“________?!” Yamamoto screamed. “Where is she? Is she ok?”

“She’s the one who saved my ass!”

Kenma’s eyes widened, Yamamoto’s mouth fell open and Kuroo rubbed his forehead. Taking a deep breath, he looked at his fellow wolves. “Look, thanks for coming, but I gotta find her. She’s one of us and she doesn’t know it.”

“She doesn’t know she’s a werewolf?” Yamamoto asked, scratching his head.

Kenma groaned. “No, she doesn’t know we’re werewolves.”

Kuroo morphed into wolf form, tearing into the night, following her scent easily. Before long, he found her, back in human form, crouched before the river. He could smell her tears and stress and his heart cracked at her turmoil. Sensing his presence, she stood rapidly revealing her skin now clear of the blood and guts from her kill showing she’d bathed in the rushing cold water. A shiver racked her body, but she remained firm, eyes hard as she stared him down.

Before she could morph again, Kuroo shifted back into human form. Her eyes grew wide, hand covering her mouth. Without a word, she ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck. They both winced at the impact, but neither was willing to let go.

“I…I….I didn’t know, I thought you’d be…I don’t know.” She can’t speak, words mixing and tripping over each other.

“Shhhh, it’s ok,” he soothed, hand smoothing down her wet hair. Pulling back, he looked at her, one large hand covering the side of her face. “Thanks for saving me,” he said grinning, leaning in to nuzzle her nose.

She shook her head, eyes filled with tears. “I can’t believe he did that, I…I’m so sorry Kuroo.”

“That was your former alpha I’m guessing?”

She nodded, eyes casting to the ground. He tilted her head back up, mouth covering hers in a long deep kiss. Against her lips he whispered, “Now that you know the truth about me and I know the truth about you…and we love each other this much, do you…will you be my omega?” His teeth grazed her skin, fangs teasing. “Will you let me mark you?”

“Yes, but not here,” she replied, crowding closer to his body, seeking heat and comfort.

“Fine by me,” he agreed but they remained where they were, the reality of the situation overcoming them both. There was time later for what he was proposing, but in that moment, they just wanted to hold each other, thankful for their lungs still inhaling the cold night air and their hearts beating in tandem for love and devotion to one another.

Since it’s the start of the holiday season, Can I request some headcanons for how Tanaka, Yamamoto, Kyoutani, Koganegawa, Tendou, Bokuto, Lev and Terushima would react to their s/o kissing them under the mistletoe? Maybe for their first kiss? Just something fluffy and cute if you can! Thank you so much, and happy holidays!!!

hq-cuties-pls:

This is such a cute ask!!! We had to do this one in time for the holidays 😀

~Admins Alyx and Emma

Tanaka

He and Nishinoya definitely made a point of putting mistletoe up in strategic locations, hoping to get kissed by cute girls

That said, he was not actually expecting it. You completely take him by surprise, and even though you only kissed him on the cheek, he freezes, his eyes going wide as saucers.

When you lean back he’s blushing bright red. He opens his mouth like he’s going to speak, but is interrupted by a loud “NICE, RYUU!!!” from Noya.

Even you’re a little embarrassed at that, because now everyone is looking at you two.

You both laugh nervously and make your way away from the mistletoe, but you find him outside later and kiss him again–this time not just on the cheek.

Yamamoto

He lingers near mistletoe, hoping maybe to get lucky

Yet another part of him is absolutely terrified of getting kissed in public. He’s not at that level yet.

When you do approach him with your sweet smile and cute sweater, he nearly melts. You point out the mistletoe that he’s been standing under with a giggle, and he tries to put on a brave face, but he’s dying inside.

Your kiss tastes like hot cocoa, and even if its small and chaste, he just about combusts

After he composes himself he puffs up with pride and stomps over to Tanaka and Kuroo to brag that HE got kissed! See? There’s a lipstick mark to prove it!!!

Not before he gets your number, of course.

Kyoutani

Sweet baby avoids doorways, arches, ceiling fans, and idiots with those stupid novelty headbands just in case. He hates the custom, for the most part. Less because of the kissing and more because the public nature of it. Kissing is intimate, damn it, not something a plant should tell him to do just because.

His only exception, to be honest, is if you’re there. He’ll still get shy and weird if you push it, though.

However, if you make it a sweet, chaste kiss on his cheek, his nose, or his forehead, he is extremely weak.

Save the big kisses for when you’re in private, though. He does get extremely shy and flustered about it, and he really doesn’t need Oikawa or Yahaba teasing him about it.

Koganegawa

Completely oblivious to the fact that the mistletoe is there.

When you kiss him, he is really, genuinely confused. He just kind of stares at you, his eyebrows pulling together as he tries to work out what’s going on.

After puzzling over it silently for a few moments, he manages a very eloquent “Huh?!”

“Mistletoe,” you say with an amused grin, and watch as he looks up and realizes where you’re both standing. He blinks several times, and you can see the moment it sinks in that yes, you actually did just kiss him.

He continues to stand there for several minutes even after you walk away. “You broke him!” Futakuchi says with a laugh, waving a hand in front of Koganegawa’s face.

Tendou

He’s a big fan of catching other people standing under the mistletoe and obnoxiously informing them that they have to kiss each other now (and then teasing them about it).

You can’t help but notice that he’s pretty careful to avoid the mistletoe himself, though.

You have plenty of patience, though. You stand just close enough to the mistletoe that you don’t get caught under it with someone else, and wait until Tendou slips up.

When he does, you step forward and clear your throat, pointing up at the mistletoe. His eyes flit upwards before widening suddenly.

“Your turn,” you say, before tugging him down by the collar to kiss him sound on the lips.

He stares at you as you pull back, his cheeks bright red. You kiss him once more on the nose, because he’s too cute.

Bokuto

Stands or walks under the mistletoe as much as he possibly can.

It’s really kind of adorable; his eyes are bright and excited, and it’s impossible to miss how he keeps glancing at you.

You don’t wait long before you indulge him, acting like you just happened to walk under the mistletoe at the same time he did.

“Aha!” he says, pointing up at the mistletoe with a wide grin.

You smile and throw your arms around his neck, giving him a thorough kiss; “Merry Christmas, babe.”

Lev

He’s wondering why you told him to stand still under the mistletoe.

He’s also nervous because you whispered in Kuroo’s ear and now Kuroo is giving him that Look and he feels very attacked right now.

You return. You have a chair? Why do you have a chair?

You plunk the chair in front of him. You climb on the chair.

You give him a little smooch while standing on the chair.

He’s confused for a solid two hours, but once he gets it, he literally can’t stop laughing. Don’t worry, you and Yaku can team up on his titan ass later.

Terushima

He’s one of those idiots with the mistletoe on a headband (or worse–on his belt buckle)

He likes to jump around the party, telling everyone they have to kiss him! It’s tradition!

Even if you brush him off initially, he’s persistent. You’ve caught his attention and now he’s a dog with a bone and doesn’t want to let go.

Even if it’s just a little peck on the cheek to get him to shut up, he’s silenced pretty much immediately.

If it’s something more, though, he definitely needs some time to figure out how to Can again, because he’s broken now.

Awwww!!!! These are so cute !

Hey Jade :) May I request a scenario for Iwaizumi, falling for a supernatural s/o (your Choice what Kind)? Fluff, Angst, NSFW all are welcome.. lets see where this goes ?

So this kind of ended up on the sci-side of the supernatural spectrum but I hope you enjoy it!

His lungs burned, the heat and dust in the air piercing the sensitive tissue but he wouldn’t stop running. He heard her fall, the crush of gravel against her knees making her cry out. Turning, he picked her up in one go, throwing her over his shoulder and took off once more; he’d no time for decency.

Ahead he could see their sanctuary, where even the bots couldn’t reach them and increased his pace.

“Iwaizumi, just go, leave me, I’m not worth it, I’ll just-”

“Shut the hell up idiot!” he snapped.

To his right, the ground exploded in a burst of red; they weren’t shooting stuns anymore. He shirked to the left, only to narrowly avoid another shot. “Hemming me in,” he considered, ducking behind a large boulder. He set her down, drawing out his own weapon and checked its charge; only two, maybe three shots at best.

He better make them count.

Taking a deep breath, he looked around their cover and took quick aim upon one of their pursuers. The press of his trigger brought about another explosion, this time from a direct hit to the bot’s power pack.

“Yes!” he hissed, fist clenched. Upon the same, he felt the warmth of her hand. Turning his head brought them face to face, her white eyes imploring.

“Iwaizumi,” she begged, voice soft, “please, just let me go. I…I’m just a replication, a program, a…a thing. You…you’re alive. There’s no…you’re irreplaceable.”

From around the corner he could hear they were running out of time. He frowned, shaking his head and her grip from his hand. Refocusing his attention, Iwaizumi fired off two more shots, missing one while the other clipped the shoulder of one of the other bots. “Damn, we don’t have time to wait anymore,” he grunted. He turned, ordering, “Get on my back!” When she didn’t move he added roughly, “Now! Or we’re both really gonna die!”

When he felt the pressure of her body, he stood. Inhaling another breath, he took off once more, feet slamming against the ground. His body ached, he was sure he’d lost too much blood and he was quite literally dying of thirst, but he was going to get them out of this desert!

Finally, by some miracle, he breached the fortress’s perimeter, calling out, “Iwaizumi and one, seeking sanctuary!” He didn’t stop running, placing all trust on the occupants inside to hear his plea for safety. A deep rumble indicated their answer; they were saved!

A door opened, laser blasts flying over his head to give them cover and protect the entrance. Iwaizumi wasn’t sure where he found the ability but he ran faster, legs positively on fire, into the cool dark of their new home. WIth a resounding crash the door fell closed once more, shrouding them in complete darkness.

Panting heavily, he fell to the ground, both he and his passenger rolling a few feet before stopping on their backs. Greedily he gulped in air, willing his pulse and heart to slow down so he wouldn’t pass out. Her presence next to him was comforting, her own breath soft but loud in the seemingly cavernous darkness. Suddenly, a light fell upon them and in the center stood a silhouette outlined in the beam of warmth, comforting instead of blistering like the outside.

“Welcome, Iwaizumi Hajime and guest,” the form, male in tone said.

Iwaizumi could laugh, he was so relieved to have finally made it here. All the pain, all the hardship, all the shit they’d gone through, it was worth it because now…now they were in Freedom.

“This is ______,” he offered to their host as he stood, extending his hand to take hers.

“A beauty for sure,” complimented the man, stepping towards them. He tilted her downcast head, eyes filled with admiration and welcome. “You’ve come a long way. Which factory were you made in?”

She blushed, averting her gaze. “Sector 8,” she answered simply.

“Ah, I can see why you would need to come here then,” he replied. Turning to Iwaizumi, he added, “Let’s get you both cleaned up and then I think some food and water are in order. I’m Kuroo, by the way.” He pivoted, walking back the way he came, beckoning them to follow.

As Iwaizumi took a step, he halted when her hand grabbed his and turned back to face her. “Iwaizumi, I…I’m sorry,” she whispered, tears evident in her tone even if she could not shed them. “I shouldn’t have doubted you. I shouldn’t have been so ungrateful. I-”

He cut her off with a firm kiss. “You can make it up to me later,” he said, hand on her cheek. Then he smiled. “However you wish, you’re free now. And I never want to hear you say you’re not worth anything. Just because they treated you like a disposable doesn’t mean it’s true. And I’ll never treat you as anything but what you are…the woman I love.”

She threw her arms around his neck, both of them stumbling slightly thanks to his fatigue but he held fast, face buried in her hair.

He’d never intended to fall in love with a clone, but now that he had, he’d been willing to sacrifice everything to keep her safe. From her creators, from the law that called her “thing” and from those who sought to destroy what they didn’t understand.

Supernatural AU: Hinata being a wizard in training, and he is out in the night of October 30th trying to catch a special type of fairy, but miserably failing, and the reader, who is also his classmate, finds him discovering his secret. I know it’s supposed to be spooky, but the idea of Hinata as a young clumsy wizard makes my heart burst haha. THANK YOU.

“Gwah!” Hinata’s voice carries through the trees as he lands heavily on his butt, the fairy he was attempting to catch twittering with laughter as he stands up from the mud puddle, silk robe all but ruined. He really should have left it at home like his mother advised.

“Darn you!” he calls, shaking his fist towards the air.

More chipper laughter is heard, the flit of her wings disappearing in a wink as she takes off.

“No! Wait! Come back! I can’t wait another year!!”

“Hinata-kun?”

A voice from the dark makes him jump, his balanced lost once more and he falls heavily back into the mud. With a startled yelp, she rushes forward, heedless of her own clothes to help him stand. “Are you ok? What are you doing out here?” Her eyes take in his attire. “And what are you wearing?”

He rubs the back of his head, belatedly realizing the result is merely more mud on his person. Sighing he looks in the direction of his lost cause. “I…I’m a wizard. Well,” he adds quickly, scratching his cheek, “an apprentice at least.”

Silence returns to the forest before she laughs, more in nerves than actually making fun of him. “Oh? And who or what were you yelling at?”

His head whips around, eyes meeting hers. “A fairy, one that would help me fly.”

She tilts her head, covering her mouth to hide her smile. “Hinata-kun, I thought you already could.”

He mimics her motion, head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen you on the court, if anyone can fly,” she pats his shoulder, “it’s you.”

She walks back towards the pathway, leaving him gobsmacked and blushing. He still wants to catch the fairy and he still wants to fly for real, but for now, all he wants to do is catch up to her.

So he does.

L for Tender Salami please? ♥

SATORI!!!

Love (How do they show love physically, verbally, etc.?)

Tendou is another guy who initially takes a decent amount of time to reveal his feelings. He’s been ridiculed and shunned for a good portion of his life socially, so the idea that someone he feels strongly about genuinely returns those feelings is hard for him to believe.

When he does finally trust you enough to be forthcoming with his feelings, he’s all about making up for lost time.

Anytime you’re together, he’s got you right next to him. Whether it’s his hand resting on your waist, his arm draped over your shoulders, his hand holding yours or him pulling you to sit in his lap, he wants you close.

His fingers constantly play with your hair.

He loves giving you piggy back rides whenever you let him.

Cheek and forehead kisses constantly. His lips love connecting with your face. Don’t get him wrong, he’ll kiss you breathless if you let him, but even he tries to keep some things behind closed doors. Hence, pecks to the two above mentioned areas whenever you’re out and about together.

Thanks to Admins Lana and Kay at Haiykuties, I’ve kinda gone through as much of your Haikyuu pieces so far (OMG THEY’RE SO GOOD?) May I please ask for a spooky Vampire!Asahi and/or Ushijima who one night find his s/o a little more tasty than usual? Thank you very much for taking this into consideration!

First off, thank you so much for your sweet words! I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed my work so much. I’m so sorry this took so dang long to get done but I really hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoy it.

Asahi

Entering the room, Asahi stops in his tracks, eyes glowing. Much as he wants her forever, he’s steadfastly refuses to lead her into eternal darkness, but there’s something about her tonight that’s more enticing, more inviting…more tempting to take as much as he can.

A beat of her heart passes and then he’s there, drawing her up into his arms, cold fingertips caressing down her cheek to tentatively touch her throat.

“May I?” His voice is low, seduction curling around his words. As many times as he’s taken from her, he always asks.

She blinks, nodding before she realizes she’s moved.

His mouth opens, fangs extending and he bears down upon her neck. She flinches at the penetration, fingers gripping his bicep, her nails digging indentation into his pale skin. Asahi sucks firmly, drawing a deep dredge of her blood, moaning at the taste.

“What did you do?” he asks, words muffled by his lips refusing to lose one drop of her.

“Wha…what do…you mean?”

“Your blood,” he explains, licking his lips and meeting his eyes to hers. They’re fully dialated, the whites turned red in his literal blood lust. “Something’s different about your blood tonight.”

She shakes her head, unable to understand what he means and her pulse, faint as it is, reveals no treachery.

Maybe his beast is merely making know its own desires; it wants her forever as much as he does.

Ushijima

She’s always been special to him, ever since she alone withstood staring into his eyes and keeping her wits about her. From that moment on, he’d wanted her by his side. Someone, particularly a mortal, with that much strength could only be a positive he figured.

And he hasn’t been wrong.

But tonight, his thirst feels stronger, almost insatiable so he locks himself away from her, waiting for the urge to pass. He’s drained plenty of others dry before, but her he wants continuing on, living in the sunlight where he’s no longer able to be. If he goes to her now, he doesn’t know that he’ll be able to stop.

“Wakatoshi?” Her tone holds concern. “Are you ok? Were you injured in the fight?”

Ah yes, the hunters, the foolish brats who thought they’d best him. He’d won, of course, there was no contest and much as he wants to grab hold of a good excuse, he won’t lie to her.

“It’s nothing.” Ok, maybe a white lie. “I’ll be fine by tomorrow, just go to bed.” He tries to keep his voice even but he knows she can detect the faintest nuances.

“Toshi, please,” she insists, voice right outside his chambers, “let me help.”

Ushijima feels his fangs bearing against his will, the smell of her overpowering him even with the heavy stone door separating them. Unable to withstand any longer, he wrenches open the door, eyes narrowed, focused like a beast that’s spotted its prey.

“Waka…toshi?” she squeaks, falling back against the wall.

“I need you,” he rasps, surging forward to draw her close. “I want you.” He dips his head, inhaling her scent. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop,” he confesses before sinking his fangs into her skin.

If you’re open for the fluff hc could I get L for Tsukishima please?

Love (How do they show love physically, verbally, etc.?)

Our resident salt mine struggles with revealing the more tender emotions. Not because he doesn’t feel them, oh no, but because he guards his heart so much. Who wouldn’t after being lied to by someone they looked up to?

But in recent time, that wound (and the brothers’ relationship) has healed to a degree meaning Tsukishima is getting better about showing love.

It comes in stages, starting with compliments that become less and less back handed.

Physical love, at least in private, he’s comfortable with a lot quicker than anticipated. The first time you came over to watch a movie after getting together with him, he shocked you by pulling you flush against his side, arm draped over your shoulder.

Win or Lose with You

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It’s my darling son Kageyama’s birthday! For the occasion, I decided to do a bit of a follow-up to the birthday fic I wrote for myself in 2016. l focused this around the lyrics to Dessa’s “It’s Only Me” like with the last one (the title comes from the refrain). Honestly, I’ve raved about her on this blog before and I love everything she does, so please listen to her stuff because it’s gr8

Anyway, happy birthday to my Sweet Blueberry Boy, Tobio

– Admin Rachel Lauren

It’s quiet when Kageyama enters the apartment. That’s to be expected, though. He left at an ungodly hour and is returning in the same fashion, but this time without your exhausted presence to welcome him home like you had seen him off. He would have loved to seen you waiting for him outside the security check at the airport to drive him home. If it hadn’t been around two in the morning, that would have been the plan. No, now your sleep goes uninterrupted by his arrival.

It’s for the best, anyway, as you have to be up for work in the morning.

Just as he sits in the foyer to take off his shoes, Kageyama hears the creak of your bedroom door opening.

“Tobio?” Your voice is soft and drenched with sleepiness. He’s heard this voice of yours so many times already, and yet there’s something so uniquely beautiful to it this time. Even with your hair a tousled mess from just waking up and the way you squint in the hallway light is a sight for sore eyes. At least for him.

“Welcome home,” you mumble. A yawn comes out to punctuate that.

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Happy birthday Tobio!!!

L for kei??

More love for the salty boy!

Love (How do they show love physically, verbally, etc.?)

As he’s matured, Kei has become much better at expressing his love in a multitude of different ways but the most surprising is he starts writing songs / poetry for his girl.

It’s fairly canon how much Kei loves music, so it feels only natural that he takes more interest in it after high school. Maybe instead of continuing volleyball in college, he takes a few music classes, learning how to play piano or guitar (perfect instruments for those long fingers!)

For one of their anniversaries, he composes a poem for her. Then for her birthday, he writes a song.