Bless this sweet second year! I don’t read the manga so I’m hoping to see more of him in the coming seasons of Haikyuu!! Thank you for requesting and thank you for the love! I’m always so happy to hear when people enjoy my work. I hope you enjoy!

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Kinoshita Hisashi

“It hurts,” you whine, curling up into a tighter
fetal position on the couch, eyes squeezed shut.

“I know babe,” Kinoshita says rubbing your arm.

“How can you know? You don’t have a uterus trying to
kill you!”

He flinches slightly at your harsh tone but the next second
you’re crying. “I’m sorry, Hisashi-kun, it’s just, my emotions are all
over the place right now. I understand if you don’t want to be around me.”

While the temptation to run is high, mainly because Kinoshita
doesn’t know what to do, he knows you need him, so he’ll put up with your mood
swings.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” he murmurs
against your hair, pecking the crown of your head lightly. “I’ll get you
something to eat,” he adds standing upright. Looking down in your eyes he
asks, “What would you like?”

An unexpected flush erupts across your cheeks; you’re a bit
embarrassed by how much you pack away when you’re hormonal. He sees the crimson
stain of your skin and smiles warmly. “No judgement, just tell me what you
want,” he says softly.

“Um, well, pretty much anything that’s probably bad for me,”
you admit sheepishly pulling a slight chuckle from his lips.

“Ok bashful,” he teases lightly, “I’ll bring you some junk
food.”

He throws on his jacket, blowing a kiss to you before
striding out the door. Twenty minutes later he returns, one hand clenching a
fresh pizza, its scent sending your olfactory nerves to nirvana as moisture erupts
in your mouth at the tantalizing prospect of greasy cheese and pepperoni. In
his other hand are two plastic bags loaded to the brim with soda, chocolate in
various forms and, you think, your favorite flavor of ice cream. Hisashi sends
you a wink before ducking into the kitchen to prepare you a plate.

Another five minutes of waiting, rather impatiently if you’re
honest but you bite your tongue because he’s being so sweet to you, results in
a plate of piping hot pizza, a tall glass of your favorite soda and a candy bar
for dessert. To top it all off, he’s brought you some extra strength pain
killer.

Not only that, he’s brought a heating pad to combat your
killer cramps. Propping you up with pillows behind your back, he gentle places
the warmth against your stomach.

One you’re settled, he pops in your favorite romantic
comedy, the one that makes you laugh till tears come from your eyes, after
which he sits at the other end of the couch near your feet, his own plate of
food in his hands.

Together you watch the movie, and you’re laughing as much as
the pain in your stomach will allow but the endorphins are working as you
barely feel the crushing pain of your contracting reproductive organs.

Looking down the couch at Hisashi, you smile warmly. He catches
the look, blushing a little under the scrutiny of your gaze.

“What?” he asks, eyes averting back to the screen.

“Nothing, just thinking how lucky I am to have you,” you
reply before also returning your attention to the images flickering on the
screen.

As your food hits bottom, you feel your eyelids begin to
weigh heavy, glancing blows of your eyelashes hitting the line below your eyes.
You snuggle deeper into the couch, feet draped over Hisashi’s legs which be
begins rubbing after wiping his hands on the plentiful number of napkins needed
for the pizza.

You sigh in contentment, allowing your eyes to close as the
gentle pressure of Hisashi’s attention to your swollen joints and the
satisfaction of a full belly lull you into a finally peaceful sleep.

He really is the sweetest boyfriend in the world.