ASK: We’re not just friends and you fucking know it with bokuto and a slightly younger reader, maybe first year, please? i love your blog so much omg
Thank you for the love!!! Sorry, this ended up angsty!
The closet is cramped, though that is of course the point. Pick a space technically meant for one and shove two into it, what do you get? The perfect opportunity to get really close. That is, if both parties are willing. But Bokuto is very aware of how not close ______ is to him and it’s disheartening.
“Um, isn’t the point of this to, you know, be kissing?” he asks, his voice surprisingly quiet.
He feels more than sees her stiffen – it’s impossible not to be touching at least somewhat in this tiny space – and he wonders again at his ability to understand people. Maybe it’s just girls he’s bad with.
She takes a shaky breath, the exhale ghosting over his arm drawing goosebumps. “I…I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” she confesses.
Bokuto’s stomach feels like it’s filled with rocks. He should open the door. Should put an end to her obvious discomfort and his growing despair but he can’t stop the “why” that comes from his mouth.
She pauses again and for a moment he doesn’t think she’ll answer. But then there’s another shaky breath and a soft, “Because you don’t make out with your friends.”
He really should be opening the door but Bokuto isn’t exactly known for his good judgement in high stress situations, at least not all the time. His hands reach forward, palms pressing against her arms and fingers wrapping around her biceps; she’s so small compared to him. He works hard to keep his tone gentle, but the hurt isn’t fully hidden when he says, “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
She gasps and he’s not sure if it’s from his words alone or the fact that he cursed but he’s not letting this – or her – go, not yet.
His eyes have finally adjusted to the dark and he realizes he’s looking at the top of her head.
“______, look at me,” he says, one hand gently pushing against her chin. When she does raise her head he goes on, “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel something deeper between us.” Her head shakes a tiny bit, resistance to a truth that’s been staring them in the face for the better part of the year still strong. “Why? Why won’t you admit you feel it too?” he asks unable to wait out her silence, hands cupping her face and he winces when he feels it’s damp.
“Because you’re leaving and I don’t want to fall more in love with you when you’ll just be gone in six months.”
“Hey, that’s not-”
“Ok you two, times up!” The door whips open letting in blinding light and ______ takes the opportunity to bolt from the closet, the room, then the house where this stupid party is taking place. Bokuto stands blinking, trying to get his bearings then takes off in pursuit, leaving behind a very startled and concerned crowd of friends.
ASK: YAY! Please some Ukai with “I think I forgot how to breathe.” THANK YOU
Ukai can recall a handful of things that have robbed him of oxygen. Now is definitely at the top of that list.
“Keishin? Did you hear me?”
He sucks in deep. “Sorry,” he almost gasps, gulping in another breath. “I think I forgot to breathe there for a moment.” His hand slides tentatively over skin, ear pressing to her stomach though he knows he won’t hear anything at this stage.
But still he whispers, “Hello baby, this is your papa.”
The storm has been raging all day, but never getting quite
cold enough to transform the precipitation into snow. Sitting on the train,
Aone watches as streaks of water shoot down the window, eyelids drooping thanks
to an extra long practice and the general darkness of the sky.
It comes to a stop, doors opening to let in more waterlogged
travelers but one visage in particular catches his attention. Sopping wet,
without an umbrella or slicker in sight, ______ stands shivering as she clutches
one of the support poles. He can see from here her fingers are almost blue.
He wants to help, but is hesitant. He’s fairly sure she’ll
recognize him given that he’s a rather hard person to miss at their school, but
will she even want help from someone like him? That question is answered as her
eyes land on him, an unexpected smile erupting on her face dispelling the
discomfort formerly there.
“Aone-san,” she greets, walking briskly to his position and
taking the empty seat next to him. “Am I glad to see you!”
He grunts a short greeting, hands clenched together in his
lap.
A shiver runs over her body, followed by sniffles. He has no
doubt she’ll end up sick because of this. Before he can talk himself out of it,
Aone shrugs out of his heavy, water resistant jacket, plopping it over her
shoulders. Too cold to protest, she tugs it around like a blanket while sending
him grateful smile, one that drives away any feeling of cold from his body.
As the train reaches her stop, _______ stands once more and gathers
her bags. “Thanks for helping me warm up,” she says, pushing the jacket towards
him.
He shakes his head, standing along side her and gathering
his own belongings. They exit the train to a thankfully covered platform where
he extracts the bags from her hands and gestures that she put on the garment
once more.
“Oh, but I’m just a few blocks from here,” she protests, “I’ll
be able to take a warm shower and change in no time!”
Aone chastises himself for the blush threatening to erupt on
his cheeks at just the mere mention
of her in the shower. Shaking his head, both in opposition to her protesting
and to shake off inappropriate imaginings, he sets down the bags, wraps the
jacket (which is more like a dress on her) around her body and zips it up,
tugging up the hood for good measure.
Nodding once, Aone picks up the bags and gestures for her to
walk.
Sighing, she does so, picking up the pace as they emerge
into the deluge. It takes a bit longer to get there thanks to the slick
sidewalks but eventually they reach her home. She opens the door, beckoning
Aone to enter as well which he does.
Setting down her things, he waits for her to take off his jacket.
Upon it’s return, he places one arm then the other through the arm holes. Despite
their frigid and wet walk, the inside is warm and smells faintly of ________’s
perfume; Aone wonders if he’ll ever want to wash this jacket again.
“Thanks again.” Her voice draws his attention to her face.
Looking up at him, hair still wetly matted and face slightly pale she crooks
her finger. He bends down obediently only to have shock rush through him
followed by a whole new type of heat when she pecks his cheek. He stands
quickly, eyes wide and she giggles. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Aone-san.”
He nods, hand grasping the door and body practically flying
down the steps but a smile, small but strong, refuses to leave his mouth, no
matter how hard the rain falls on his head.
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A low hum of appreciation sends your toes curling as Bokuto strokes his tongue languidly against the apex of your legs. He’s learned to slow down and take his time, more conscious of your need to be built up in stages.
“You taste so good,” he mumbles against the wet slick of your plumped lips, unwilling to part further than absolutely necessary to form words. “I could eat you out all night if you’d let me.”
You moan encouragement, emphasizing it with a tug against his hair to put him back flush against you. He obliges, groaning as your grip gets tighter when he hits that one spot.
“Kou,” you whine, hips canting up slightly seeking more pressure, more contact, more of his talented tongue driving you to the edge of completion and over it.
“That’s it baby, let me hear that pretty voice saying my name.” His voice is low, words caught in his throat making them come out guttural and sex infused.
“Please, Kou, more.” You can do little else but gasp the request, crying out sharply as his lips seal over your clit and he sucks hard. Orgasmic pleasure rips through your body sending your limbs flailing but he holds you down, sucking longer than you think he has breath to do until you’re practically sobbing.
When he pulls away you look down, bright golden eyes meeting yours and a smug smile covered in your essence.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he says, wiping the evidence of your satisfaction away before crawling over you to lay delicate kisses across your face as you catch your breath.
L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)
As much as Bokuto loves giving compliments, he also loves receiving them. Tell him not only how good he makes you feel but what you love about him. He’ll get a huge boost of confidence when you say how safe you feel in his arms. Tell him how much you love his eyes and seeing all he feels for you. Compliment his strength.
Bokuto is vocal and he enjoys it when you are too, not only when he’s doing things to you but when you’re reciprocating. Moaning around his cock will have his head kicking hard back against the pillows (or chair or wall or lockers or wherever you decide to hit your knees for him).
Loves when you run your fingers through his hair, especially after it’s freshly washed and still slightly damp.
Grip his biceps, boy works hard on those and feeling you appreciate them makes him happy.
In the afterglow, trail your fingers lightly over his back if he’s face down or on his chest if he’s face up. He relishes in contact.
A low hum of appreciation sends your toes curling as Bokuto strokes his tongue languidly against the apex of your legs. He’s learned to slow down and take his time, more conscious of your need to be built up in stages.
“You taste so good,” he mumbles against the wet slick of your plumped lips, unwilling to part further than absolutely necessary to form words. “I could eat you out all night if you’d let me.”
You moan encouragement, emphasizing it with a tug against his hair to put him back flush against you. He obliges, groaning as your grip gets tighter when he hits that one spot.
“Kou,” you whine, hips canting up slightly seeking more pressure, more contact, more of his talented tongue driving you to the edge of completion and over it.
“That’s it baby, let me hear that pretty voice saying my name.” His voice is low, words caught in his throat making them come out guttural and sex infused.
“Please, Kou, more.” You can do little else but gasp the request, crying out sharply as his lips seal over your clit and he sucks hard. Orgasmic pleasure rips through your body sending your limbs flailing but he holds you down, sucking longer than you think he has breath to do until you’re practically sobbing.
When he pulls away you look down, bright golden eyes meeting yours and a smug smile covered in your essence.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he says, wiping the evidence of your satisfaction away before crawling over you to lay delicate kisses across your face as you catch your breath.
L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)
As much as Bokuto loves giving compliments, he also loves receiving them. Tell him not only how good he makes you feel but what you love about him. He’ll get a huge boost of confidence when you say how safe you feel in his arms. Tell him how much you love his eyes and seeing all he feels for you. Compliment his strength.
Bokuto is vocal and he enjoys it when you are too, not only when he’s doing things to you but when you’re reciprocating. Moaning around his cock will have his head kicking hard back against the pillows (or chair or wall or lockers or wherever you decide to hit your knees for him).
Loves when you run your fingers through his hair, especially after it’s freshly washed and still slightly damp.
Grip his biceps, boy works hard on those and feeling you appreciate them makes him happy.
In the afterglow, trail your fingers lightly over his back if he’s face down or on his chest if he’s face up. He relishes in contact.
The storm has been raging all day, but never getting quite
cold enough to transform the precipitation into snow. Sitting on the train,
Aone watches as streaks of water shoot down the window, eyelids drooping thanks
to an extra long practice and the general darkness of the sky.
It comes to a stop, doors opening to let in more waterlogged
travelers but one visage in particular catches his attention. Sopping wet,
without an umbrella or slicker in sight, ______ stands shivering as she clutches
one of the support poles. He can see from here her fingers are almost blue.
He wants to help, but is hesitant. He’s fairly sure she’ll
recognize him given that he’s a rather hard person to miss at their school, but
will she even want help from someone like him? That question is answered as her
eyes land on him, an unexpected smile erupting on her face dispelling the
discomfort formerly there.
“Aone-san,” she greets, walking briskly to his position and
taking the empty seat next to him. “Am I glad to see you!”
He grunts a short greeting, hands clenched together in his
lap.
A shiver runs over her body, followed by sniffles. He has no
doubt she’ll end up sick because of this. Before he can talk himself out of it,
Aone shrugs out of his heavy, water resistant jacket, plopping it over her
shoulders. Too cold to protest, she tugs it around like a blanket while sending
him grateful smile, one that drives away any feeling of cold from his body.
As the train reaches her stop, _______ stands once more and gathers
her bags. “Thanks for helping me warm up,” she says, pushing the jacket towards
him.
He shakes his head, standing along side her and gathering
his own belongings. They exit the train to a thankfully covered platform where
he extracts the bags from her hands and gestures that she put on the garment
once more.
“Oh, but I’m just a few blocks from here,” she protests, “I’ll
be able to take a warm shower and change in no time!”
Aone chastises himself for the blush threatening to erupt on
his cheeks at just the mere mention
of her in the shower. Shaking his head, both in opposition to her protesting
and to shake off inappropriate imaginings, he sets down the bags, wraps the
jacket (which is more like a dress on her) around her body and zips it up,
tugging up the hood for good measure.
Nodding once, Aone picks up the bags and gestures for her to
walk.
Sighing, she does so, picking up the pace as they emerge
into the deluge. It takes a bit longer to get there thanks to the slick
sidewalks but eventually they reach her home. She opens the door, beckoning
Aone to enter as well which he does.
Setting down her things, he waits for her to take off his jacket.
Upon it’s return, he places one arm then the other through the arm holes. Despite
their frigid and wet walk, the inside is warm and smells faintly of ________’s
perfume; Aone wonders if he’ll ever want to wash this jacket again.
“Thanks again.” Her voice draws his attention to her face.
Looking up at him, hair still wetly matted and face slightly pale she crooks
her finger. He bends down obediently only to have shock rush through him
followed by a whole new type of heat when she pecks his cheek. He stands
quickly, eyes wide and she giggles. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Aone-san.”
He nods, hand grasping the door and body practically flying
down the steps but a smile, small but strong, refuses to leave his mouth, no
matter how hard the rain falls on his head.
Re-blogging cause it’s sure to get buried.
Friendly reminder to turn off best stuff first, turn on notifications and PLEASE reblog. Likes are great but reblogs boost our confidence.
The storm has been raging all day, but never getting quite
cold enough to transform the precipitation into snow. Sitting on the train,
Aone watches as streaks of water shoot down the window, eyelids drooping thanks
to an extra long practice and the general darkness of the sky.
It comes to a stop, doors opening to let in more waterlogged
travelers but one visage in particular catches his attention. Sopping wet,
without an umbrella or slicker in sight, ______ stands shivering as she clutches
one of the support poles. He can see from here her fingers are almost blue.
He wants to help, but is hesitant. He’s fairly sure she’ll
recognize him given that he’s a rather hard person to miss at their school, but
will she even want help from someone like him? That question is answered as her
eyes land on him, an unexpected smile erupting on her face dispelling the
discomfort formerly there.
“Aone-san,” she greets, walking briskly to his position and
taking the empty seat next to him. “Am I glad to see you!”
He grunts a short greeting, hands clenched together in his
lap.
A shiver runs over her body, followed by sniffles. He has no
doubt she’ll end up sick because of this. Before he can talk himself out of it,
Aone shrugs out of his heavy, water resistant jacket, plopping it over her
shoulders. Too cold to protest, she tugs it around like a blanket while sending
him grateful smile, one that drives away any feeling of cold from his body.
As the train reaches her stop, _______ stands once more and gathers
her bags. “Thanks for helping me warm up,” she says, pushing the jacket towards
him.
He shakes his head, standing along side her and gathering
his own belongings. They exit the train to a thankfully covered platform where
he extracts the bags from her hands and gestures that she put on the garment
once more.
“Oh, but I’m just a few blocks from here,” she protests, “I’ll
be able to take a warm shower and change in no time!”
Aone chastises himself for the blush threatening to erupt on
his cheeks at just the mere mention
of her in the shower. Shaking his head, both in opposition to her protesting
and to shake off inappropriate imaginings, he sets down the bags, wraps the
jacket (which is more like a dress on her) around her body and zips it up,
tugging up the hood for good measure.
Nodding once, Aone picks up the bags and gestures for her to
walk.
Sighing, she does so, picking up the pace as they emerge
into the deluge. It takes a bit longer to get there thanks to the slick
sidewalks but eventually they reach her home. She opens the door, beckoning
Aone to enter as well which he does.
Setting down her things, he waits for her to take off his jacket.
Upon it’s return, he places one arm then the other through the arm holes. Despite
their frigid and wet walk, the inside is warm and smells faintly of ________’s
perfume; Aone wonders if he’ll ever want to wash this jacket again.
“Thanks again.” Her voice draws his attention to her face.
Looking up at him, hair still wetly matted and face slightly pale she crooks
her finger. He bends down obediently only to have shock rush through him
followed by a whole new type of heat when she pecks his cheek. He stands
quickly, eyes wide and she giggles. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Aone-san.”
He nods, hand grasping the door and body practically flying
down the steps but a smile, small but strong, refuses to leave his mouth, no
matter how hard the rain falls on his head.
A/N: Here is something I made on a whim lmao. I hope it can help you guys with how I do matchups, and it can help you do them as well. Also, these are just my HC and they are pretty broad. I’m sure any of these boys can make it work w/ anyone as long as there is love.
Lemme know if you want another one for a different school!
Daichi: Someone driven, ambitious, and/or focused. He likes people who are passionate and know what they’re about, but are humble and caring towards others. He doesn’t really mind whether they are outgoing or not, but overly shy people wouldn’t work out well with him (he’s just very social due to being a captain and his partner will most likely have to meet a lot of people through him) Also, someone with sass or spunk is a huge plus in his book.
Suga: Like Daichi, he is drawn towards people who have a sass to them but are caring. Suga tends to go for shyer, “bookwormish” people who have a more extroverted side to them when you get to know them. Suga tends to be a nurturer too, so anyone he can take care of (and will also take care of him in return) would be great.
Asahi: He can go two ways. Someone loud, proud, and basically the total opposite of him (yet is kind and can encourage him) is pretty much a perfect match for Asahi. They would keep him on his toes and prevent him from succumbing to his own anxiety at times. However, someone who seems meek and sweet but doesn’t take shit of any caliber would work just as fine.
Hinata: He really doesn’t need much from a partner? Just someone to engage in his hype for volleyball and just be supportive of him. However, he does need someone who is mature(ish) and can “keep him in check”. He’s more of a beneficial person to date, though. His enthusiasm and optimism is infectious.
Kageyama: Kags isn’t a very needy person and he’s focused on his sport. So someone who can support him and either plays or has knowledge about volleyball would be best for him. He can be awkward and cold at times, so someone who can take charge of conversations and PDA and make him see the brighter sides of things would be great too. He’d feel more comfortable around them and unafraid to share his true feelings instead of closing them off.
Tanaka: Tanaka has a innate attraction to shyer girls, like Suga. Although, that aspect doesn’t really matter. Anyone who’s willing to have a “best-friend” type of relationship with him and engage in his antics will do him well. Also, someone who isn’t easily intimidated and can see past his rough exterior would make him SO HAPPY. He also really likes stereotypically “cute” people (but who isn’t cute in Tanaka’s eyes lmao). He also wants someone he can care for/protect? He just wants to feel like a necessity in a relationship.
Nishinoya: Like Tanaka, Noya tends to fall for cute people and prefers a “best friend” type of relationship. He can also go two ways with a partner as well. Shyer people can benefit from him since he’s so loving and encouraging, and he’ll enjoy the quiet moments and conversation they give him. And they can easily be attracted to him since he can be pretty introspective and observant too. But on the other hand, Noya can do just as well with someone similar to him. Yeah he’d be pretty loud/outgoing with this person, but all around it’s an adorable, supportive relationship.
Tsukishima: Idk if this is an unpopular opinion or not, but I don’t see Tsukki falling for anyone very outgoing, unless they were more on the quiet side. Tsukishima would quickly find himself falling for someone with a strong mind (not necessarily smart? Just isn’t easily manipulated and has good common sense) and quick wit, who genuinely cares about whatever they do and is honest. Someone materialistic or superficial would instantly make him dislike the person. Also someone with thick skin who doesn’t mind some teasing coming their way from time to time would suit him.
Yamaguchi: This boy…I’m sure he could fall for pretty much anyone on the introvert/extrovert spectrum as long as they weren’t overly extroverted or overly introverted (like “i wanna stay in the house all day” type of introvert). Someone with a sweet disposition would attract him immediately and could be tender towards him. Like Tsukishima, superficial people would drive him away. He’s insecure about people liking him (since usually people want his friend’s number) so someone who would encourage him and give him validation would be great. Yamaguchi is a great inspiration as well, so someone dating him can expect to be encouraged by him too in their low moments.
I loved all of these and I think you nailed them perfectly!
In honor of the birth of the lovely @setter-crush-central here
is a fluffy, romantic birthday scenario with Sugawara Koshi!
The ringing of your cell phone wakes you from a lovely
slumber, a groan pulling from your lips when you notice it’s still slightly
dark outside. Who in the world would call you this early? Picking up the phone,
it’s light so blinding you’re unable to see who’s calling, you answer groggily,
“Hello?”
“Rise and shine beautiful,” Koshi’s way too chipper voice
says from the other end.
“Koshi, do you know what time it is?” you moan, rolling onto
your back.
“Yep, it’s time for you to get up! You have exactly one hour to get ready before I’m at your
house to steal you away, no matter your state of dress. So I suggest you get
moving!”
“You’re such a brat,” you grumble but your tone is laced
with endearment, a smile on your face he can hear in your voice.
“Yes, but you love me anyway,” he quips back. “Now hurry up,
I’ll see you in an hour.” He hangs up and you snort; he can be such a pest
sometimes but he isn’t lying. You love him anyway.
Rolling out of bed, you stumble to the bathroom. As you dry
off from your shower, you realize you forgot to ask what you should be wearing
so you shoot a text to your boyfriend before turning on the hair dryer. A few
seconds later you receive a reply: Something
comfortable, most likely would be best to wear layers. T-minus thirty minutes!
Rolling your eyes, you shoot an emoji of the same expression
receiving one with its tongue stuck out in return that makes you laugh.
Hair dried, you pick out dark denim jeans, tennis shoes and
your favorite shirt, throwing over it a sweatshirt you stolen from Suga when
you first started dating. When you finish applying your makeup, you send
another text asking if you should eat breakfast before he arrives.
Of course not! What
kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make sure you were well nourished?
You shake your head, making your way to the kitchen to wait
for him. At preciously one hour since the time he called you there is a knock
at the door. Opening it you find your pretty (he hates that you call him that
but you do anyway because it’s true) boyfriend standing on your porch with a bouquet
of your favorite flowers and a backpack on his back.
Smiling, you take them, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks,”
you say before turning away to put them in a vase with water. That done, you
turn back to him. “So, where to first?”
“First, food,” he answers, taking your hand and tugging you
towards the door.
“Wait, I have to leave a note for my parents,” you say but
he shakes his head.
“I already told them our plans to make sure it was ok that I
stole you for the whole day,” he says and you smile; he’s so considerate.
Following him out, you lock the door and the two of you make your way down the
quiet, lamp lit streets. Soon enough you’ve arrived at a little café the two of
you have dubbed “your place” as it is the location of your first ever official date.
You’ve been coming here consistently throughout the length of your relationship,
their breakfasts one of the best in town.
“I thought about taking you somewhere new, you know, because
it’s your birthday and all, but I figured it would be better to take you where
I know you love the food,” Suga says as he pulls out your chair. You sit down,
not even needing to look at the menu.
You both order your favorite breakfasts, then looking across
the table smile at each other.
“So far so good,” you say playfully tapping the top of his
hand.
It doesn’t take long for your food to arrive since you’re
the first customers of the day. You actually had no idea this place opened so
early. As your piping hot breakfast is set before you, your mouth waters.
Giving thanks for the food, you both dig in, chatting idly about everything and
nothing as you often do.
Once the meal is over and Suga has paid, he takes your hand
again. You love that he always holds your hand no matter where you are. At
school, on the train, watching a movie, his hand consistently seeks yours,
threading your fingers together and maintaining a firm grip.
Your second stop is atop of hill where Koshi pulls out a
blanket from his bag. Setting it down, he sits, motioning for you to follow.
Once you are seated, he scoots right up next to you, wrapping his arm around
your shoulders.
“And, here we go, in three…two…one,” he says lowly. As he
ends, the sky begins to shift in color from light indigo to faded violet, then
pink, then orange. The sun crests the horizon, gold flashing across the
buildings of Torono Town, your vantage giving you a perfect view. You don’t
realize you’ve been holding your breath until your chest burns prompting you to
exhale. It’s been so long since you saw a proper sunrise.
“You light up my life,” Koshi says and you turn to look at
him, “even in my darkest times you’ve lit up my world with colors and beauty.”
“You’re so cheesy,” you whisper but you’re blushing.
Nuzzling your nose, he murmurs back, “You know you love it.”
The two of you turn your attention back to the scene before
you, Koshi with his arm still around you and your head on his shoulder. After a
few more minutes, he shifts and you look at him again.
“Ready for the next surprise?” he asks and you nod.
Standing up, he extends his hand and helps you to your feet.
Packing up the blanket, he slings the bag onto his back before taking your
hand.
You walk together to the train station. After a couple hours,
you arrive in the Yamanashi Prefecture.
Koshi hurries you along, clearly excited to spring his
surprise. Rounding a corner, you see a bus.
“What are we doing?” you ask as you board, Koshi showing
tickets to the host.
“Fruit picking and lunch at Kiyogato Kogen Hotel,” he
responds grinning.
You smile widely; this is something you’ve never done before
and you’re thrilled he picked an activity that will give you the whole day
together experiencing something new.
The rest of the day is spent window shopping, fruit picking
and eating some of the most delicious food you’ve ever tasted while meeting new
and fun people who are on the tour as well. Koshi is smiling his beautiful
smile the whole time, it getting bigger whenever he sees you really enjoying
yourself.
By the time you return to the train to go home, you’re full,
sleepy and happy. As you approach your door, you turn to face Koshi.
“Thank you for a wonderful birthday,” you say and kiss him
lightly.
“It’s not over yet,” he whispers then throws open the front
door.
“SURPRISE!!!”
Inside are all of Karasuno’s volleyball team, including
Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei along with your parents and a handful of your
other friends from school.
Looking at Koshi, your eyes wide, you splutter out, “How…when…you…”
“What? Did you think you’d get away with just celebrating
with him?” Noya-san asks loudly.
“Yeah, since when do we pass up an opportunity for fun and
food?” Tanaka pipes in with a laugh.
You grin wider, moving forward to greet each friend with a
large hug. Soon the party is in full swing, talking, laughing and more eating
taking place. You’re surprised you have room for any more food, but your mom
made your favorites so you can’t pass them up.
After all the presents are opened and the guests properly
seen on their way, you hug Koshi tightly, kissing him a bit longer. “This has
been the best birthday ever,” you sigh.
“One last thing,” he says reaching in his back pocket. Moving
his hand forward, he presents a long, thin box, wrapped with a red bow. Opening
it, you find a necklace with your birth stone hanging on it.
“Oh Koshi, it’s beautiful,” you breathe out. He takes it
from your hand, turning you around so he can put it on you.
When you look back at him, he smiles. “Now it’s beautiful,”
he replies. Leaning forward he kisses you once more before saying, “Sleep well
my love, I’ll see you at school on Monday. I love you.”
As you lay your head on your pillow, you fall asleep with a
smile on your face. You’re so happy to be loved by so many people but you feel
luckiest to be loved by Koshi.
Like I said, fluff!!!! I hope you enjoyed it and that you
have a super awesome birthday!! Also, I got the idea of the date when looking
for romantic things to do in Japan. Here is the link to the site I found with a
description of the outing.
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