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 :(

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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!

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

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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!

lemme fill your inbox with Asahi request again; Asahi’s s/o is an idol/model/anything that is really popular in the school. Normally, she’s really sweet and kind to everyone, but one day she snapped and got mad when she overheard a rumor of Asahi threatening her to date him (probably from one of her fanboys who is jealous or something) and then Asahi watched it all in an awe. (Bonus of later after, she went straight away to cuddle Asahi and saying that he’s the best she could have)

imagine-that-haikyuu:

one of these days, i won’t get carried away when it comes
to an asahi request. today is not that day.

i just have a lot of feelings about him and i may have
angsted a little and by a little i mean i spent like 3 nights on this and it’s
just shy of 4k words like @ me wtf

Asahi still thinks a lot about the first time you
spoke to him in his second year of high school. You had just transferred to Karasuno a week before that exchange,
assigned to sit in the empty desk next to his in class.

You approached your desk, and him by proximity. You were
tall, probably only a few centimeters shorter than him, and easy on
the eyes

of course. He’d never describe you as intimidatingly beautiful, but he never
hesitated to describe himself as someone intimidated by beauty—in a good
way—but still. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you and instead
offered a curt nod and a faint smile. You stared at him curiously but nodded
too before taking your seat.

In that week, neither of you ever had a chance to say
anything to each other. Nearly every opportunity there would be to make even
small talk ended up filled by your other classmates. If they weren’t
enthusiastically asking you questions about whether or not you really were a
model (“Yup! But only for some catalogs and lesser known magazines at the
moment), they were determined to integrate you into their social circles before
anyone else could. Meaning, there were times when the bell would chime and only
a moment later, someone would already be chatting you up or whisking you off
elsewhere.

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My first Haikyuu crush!!! Ugh he’s just so pure and sweet! This was beautiful!

How would Kuroo, Asahi, and Tanaka propose to their girlfriends?

imagine-that-haikyuu:

i got a nasty cold that i was hoping would just be
allergies, but that wasn’t the case. ε-(＞．＜;; hence, why updates were slower
this week. sorry, about that, folks. i needed a little pick-me-up and used this
for that reason

totally based tanaka’s on how my cousin recently proposed
to his girlfriend, which was much cuter than his original plan, if you ask me

Kuroo

Basically, he pulls a Jim from The Office where he does something purposefully
to make you think he’s going to propose but doesn’t to build suspense for when
he actually proposes (i.e., getting down on one knee while saying your name,
looking you in the eye, and then going to tie his shoe)

But
he’s not going to propose at a gas station mini-mart, rest assured.

No, you’re at the monthly trivia night at your
usual bar. As always, the two of you are way more into it than any of your
friends are and you’re tied for first against the one team you always lose to
at the last question of the night.

You’ve never been more pumped to write down the answer on the dry erase board at a moment’s notice. The game
host gets his question card ready and makes everyone wait on baited breath.

“Last question of the night. For twenty points:
___…”—You look up at the host clearly confused—“will you marry, Kuroo
Tetsurou?” And sure enough while you’re processing that this is actually
happening Kuroo’s still sitting right beside you with the ring out.

While your giggling uncontrollably, you write
down “Yes” on the white board and hold it up for everyone to see.

While everyone else is applauding the two of you
and cheering, he’s sure to ask again in his own voice and you respond all the
same.

Asahi

You’re sure he’s already bought a ring, so it’s only
a matter of time. Every time you think it might be the perfect chance,
though, it doesn’t happen. But you know he’s not the spontaneous type; he’s going
to have everything planned and do it in a very romantic setting.

It’s after a rough day at work and texting him
the whole time, he offers to take you somewhere that will cheer you up once you
get home. He doesn’t specify where, but when you ask him he answers with a, “Uh,
it’s a… surprise…”

This and how clammy his hands are when you hold
his on the way there is assurance enough that it’s happening now. Now you just
have to wait and see how he does it.

It’s so simple, but beautiful: a picnic already
set up at sunset into early evening at your favorite park.

You can tell he’s incredibly nervous, but he’s
keeping it together very well. He takes your hands and thinks over what he’s
going to say before slowly saying it. He’s not going to trip over his words and
ruin the mood he’s set for the evening.

“I
know I took longer than I should have to do this, but I needed the weather to
warm up enough so that it didn’t get too cold after sunset. So, please, ___,
will you marry me?”

And
god, it’s so cute and sweet and that you start laughing and crying and that
makes him start laugh and crying too. Somewhere in there you’ve managed to
squeak out a yes.

Tanaka

He’s got this planned to a T. He’s going to
propose while you’re at lunch with your parents—who are in on the plan—that afternoon.

He keeps the ring in his back pocket from the
moment he gets dressed in the morning, which ends up being early for him. His
excitement woke him up earlier than usual.

Tanaka’s ready for the day before you’ve even
properly woken up. You’re still in your pajamas and somewhat sleepy while you
prepare breakfast.

There’s no
way he’s going to make it until lunch. The very sight of you makes him
swell up with so many emotions. After only a few steps into the kitchen, he gets
down on one knee right there despite your back being turned to him.

You hear his footsteps and turn to greet him
sleepily only to be stopped mid-sentence by the sight of him kneeling and
holding up little red box opened with a ring sparkling inside.

He doesn’t even say anything and you’re already nodding
and trying to remember how to say yes.

“Will
you m—”

“Yes.”

“C’mon.
You’ve got to let me finish saying it first! ___, will you marry—”

“Yes!”

He
can’t argue with you after that because you’ve tackled him to the ground in an
embrace and keep shrieking “yes” with increasing excitement.

Going through the Asahi tag and oh my gosh how could I forget this gem?!! They are all so, so sweet!! 💖💖💖

May I have some headcanons on Kuroo having a female friend who’s only 5’2 and he likes to tease her about being so small in different ways? He likes annoying her and making her mad in a cute way as long as he doesn’t actually upset her but he really just has the biggest crush on her?

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Kuroo is a fucking nerd, we’ll fight you
~Admin Alyx (With a little help from Admin Emma)

He does that thing where he leans and rests his arm on her head. This always earns him the most unimpressed glare.

“Oh, _____, do you need help reaching that? I can get it for you if you want!” This one backfired on him when she climbed up on the counter out of sheer stubbornness to retrieve her stuff and almost broke her neck getting down.

He’s also a huge fan of the classic “Oh, didn’t see you there!”

He tends to get headbutted in the sternum for that line, though, so he uses it sparingly.

On the flipside, he loves carrying her around on his shoulders–though he gets high key flustered by the feeling of her thighs around his head. He’s not trying to have his mind in the gutter, she’s just making it very difficult, okay?

He definitely has a whole slew of nicknames to make fun of her height, too.

Of course, she can give as good as she gets. The look on his face when she asked him what the weather was like up there was pretty priceless.

He does that thing on the train where he grabs the handhold in just a way so she can steady herself on his arm because he fancies himself a shoujo manga love interest but is, in fact, a huge nerd.

If he ever does take the teasing too far and actually upset her, he feels so bad. He goes way over the top trying to apologize and make it up to her. He probably gets a little carried away trying to explain how he actually likes her height, and subsequently gets all flustered and awkward.

A bonus of their height difference, for him, is that it makes it harder to notice the way he looks at her all the time.

He’s completely weak for hugging her. Her cheek is warm against his chest and he leans over to rest his head on top of hers, resisting the temptation to press a kiss there.

In general, he’ll make any excuse to get close to her. She’s just unbearably cute and he wants to cuddle her at all times.

If for any reason she ever ends up borrowing his shirt or jacket, he is high key compromised. He ends up staring straight up trying to hide how bright red his face is.

Cute Kuroo!!

can i just ask for iwaizumi, oikawa, bokuto, kuroo reacting to their gf, who’s a volleyball player/captain in them shorts. like, imagine these dorks.

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OMG Yes please!! This was fun to write. Enjoy!

~Admin Emma

Iwaizumi: He’s a fan of the fact that he can practice with you and talk about an important element of his life with you. He’s also an athletic guy, so having someone he can work out with and play with is just another element of fun. I’ve mentioned before that Iwaizumi is very much a leg man, and that is very true with those teeny tiny volleyball shorts. (Low key: he will bite your thighs sometimes where your shorts will definitely show them off. He does it on purpose, don’t let him fool you.)

Oikawa: One thing that he’s always had trouble with is finding people who understand him. So the fact that you can probably relate to his passion and his super busy schedule is huge for him. He likes to practice with you, he likes to cheer you on, and he definitely gives you pointers for how to improve. Sometimes, he’ll be a little mean and do “receiving practice” with his killer serves just to show off a bit, but for the most part, it’s just sort of a dream come true for him. He honestly doesn’t really pay attention to the shorts or your legs in them until much later, but that’s because on the court, he is serious, and that extends to his time with you there, as well.

Bokuto: Wow, he’s excited. Like, way too excited. He wants to do everything with you! He gets to go to meetings with the school just for captains, and he wants to compare notes at festivals and he wants to practice with you and he wants to set up training sessions with you and your teams… it gets a bit much. His favorite element, though, is the fact that he has someone to lean on when things get tough. You can be there for each other when the pressure starts getting to you both, and you both understand. You also help him with his moods, and he helps keep you in check.

Kuroo: Trash Talk Power Couple Aesthetic. You tease each other near constantly, shouting at each other on game days, teasing each other in classes, heckling each other at practices. It gets a little out of control some days, and Kenma doesn’t put up with it at all. Seriously, if the three of you are ever together, volleyball is banned as a topic. However, if you ever want to get back at Kuroo for his teasing, just slowly take off your track pants in front of him. He’s weak for your ass, and his brain won’t have enough space to come up with creative insults when his entire blood supply has flown south for the winter.

So funny and cute!

May I get a scenario for my sweet kitty Kenma and his female s/o(who’s similar in personality) are hanging out on a quiet Friday night just cuddling, gaming, watching movies, and just doing whatever with a few kisses here and there until the sun comes up and they finally fall asleep… Until everything changes when Kuroo and Bokuto attack wanting them to go out a hang with them?

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This was fun!! I finished that massive project I was working on, so now I’m actually working on requests. Shocker! Note: Himiko and Shinji are my OCs and they are Bokuto and Kuroo’s girlfriends respectively.

~Admin Emma

You and Kenma prided yourself on your Trash Master Suite, the name you’d lovingly given to your shared apartment when the two of you moved in together after college. It wasn’t dirty, per se. Just messy. But you knew where everything was. And you took out the trash and did dishes before the smell set in. It wasn’t like you were infested or anything. You just had better things to be doing with your time than keeping up a meticulous apartment that no one saw anyway. It was your little garbage dump haven. And you loved it.

It was finally the weekend. Kenma’s crunch time at the studio where he worked was finally over, and he was spending his first full night at home in a long time. You were also pretty wiped from work, and all you wanted was a quiet night in with your sweet, sweet boyfriend who was never home as much as you wanted him to be.

That night, you were lounging on the sofa in one of Kenma’s oversized t-shirts; he was sitting in front of the sofa on the floor, burrowed into his customary blanket burrito and concentrating intensely on one of his games. He’d already marathoned through Final Fantasy XV when it’d come out, but now he was playing the New Game Plus to try and 100% it, so it was mildly more relaxing. You assumed. Your unwind game was like, Pokemon Sun and Animal Crossing, but hey. To each their own. Besides, you were pretty absorbed in your manga and the Chocobo theme wasn’t bad background noise.

Then, everything changed when Kenma’s friends attacked.

Bokuto and Kuroo had a spare key to your apartment and, in hindsight, that was probably not a great idea, seeing as they didn’t much respect your boundaries in the first place. You and Kenma shot them matching glares when they burst through your front door.

“Wow, that’s spooky,” Bokuto said. “Some couples dress the same. You two just emote the same.”

“Did you need something, Bokuto-kun?” you grumbled. You didn’t mind all that much, really. You liked Bokuto and Kuroo a lot. But they were both in your apartment unannounced and they were both dressed to the nines, which could only mean they had something nefarious planned.

“Yikes, ____,” Kuroo said, but his smirk told you he wasn’t the least bit cowed by your cold demeanor. “We’re here to invite you out! And by ‘invite’ I mean ‘drag’ because we haven’t seen you and the girls miss you and we want to spend some time with you.”

“Really, Kuro?” Kenma asked, quirking his eyebrow. “My first night home with ____ in, like, six months and you want to drag us out? Really, Kuro?”

“Look, I get it,” Kuroo said. “You want to burrow into your blanket burrito and not emerge until your next assignment. I also know that the second you get really caught up in it, you won’t emerge for anything, and I’d like to spend a night with my best friend. It’s not like ____ isn’t invited, or anything.”

Kenma narrowed his eyes suspiciously, a move that made him look like that meme cat with the knife. You snickered under your breath.

“Where are we going?” Kenma asked.

“Just dinner and drinks,” Kuroo said, holding his hands out defensively. “If we feel up for it, maybe dancing, but I promise, just drinks and dinner for now.”

You nudged Kenma with your knee; “Drinks and dinner doesn’t sound bad. Especially if Kuroo-kun is paying.”

“Who said I’m paying?” Kuroo asked.

“You sort of did,” Bokuto said with a shrug. “But it’s not that big of a deal. Come on, Himiko-chan and Shinji-chan want to see you! We promise, it’ll be super low key!”

“Nothing is ever low key with you, Bokuto-kun,” you laughed. “But if Kenma’s in, I’m in.”

Kenma narrowed his eyes at you, trying to gauge how much you really wanted to go. You weren’t thrilled with the idea, but Bokuto and Kuroo’s earnestness was sort of infectious, and you knew that if you refused them, they would be genuinely crushed. You couldn’t handle Bokuto’s giant puppy eyes or that note of genuine hurt in Kuroo’s voice at the moment, so you decided to go along for the ride.

Worst case scenario, you came home a little drunk and a lot tired. There was still time to spend with Kenma.

Having found a satisfactory amount of enthusiasm in your expression, Kenma shrugged; “Alright. Let me get my shoes on and we’ll go.”

“Oh, no,” Kuroo said, steering Kenma away from the genkan towards the bathroom. “Change out of those ratty sweats. And wash your hair!”

“You said nothing about showering,” Kenma grumbled, and you had to laugh. Kenma avoided washing his hair like the damn plague–the bleach made it a little crusty if he didn’t deep condition every time.

“Kozume Kenma, so help me, if you don’t wash your nasty ass hair, I will do it for you!” Kuroo had his Dad Voice on. He broke it out so rarely, and it was usually only with Kenma and hygiene.

“Come on, babe,” you said, slipping your hand into his. “I’ll join you.”

“No hank or pank, kids!” Kuroo shouted. “The girls are waiting!”

You led Kenma down the hall to the bathroom, sweeping his baggy t-shirt off over his head. You smoothed your hands over his chest, delighting in the pleased little shiver that ran down his spine at your touch. He gently cradled your jaw, smoothing his thumb over the swell of your cheek,

“I wanted to spend tonight with you,” he grumped.

“You had to know that as soon as your crunch time was done, those two would be all over you,” you said, starting up the shower. “This way, we get it out of the way, they buy us dinner, and we have the rest of the week just the two of us. It’s a win-win.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed, getting the claw clip to hold his hair in place during the conditioning step. “I want to stop at that bakery on our way home.”

“The late night one? With the mini tarte tatins?” He nodded and you had to laugh. Leave it to Kenma’s sweet tooth to motivate him. “Anything you want, babe. I love you.”

He grinned softly, nuzzling your temple with his nose, which was Kenma-speak for ‘love you too.’

Emma this is sooooooo cute!!!