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First Tears [Kasamatsu Yukio]

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[Name]
apologized as she jostled her way passed people that were leaving the
audience, cursing herself for not breaking free from the crowd once the
ending buzzer had sounded off. She had been too shocked, frozen to her
seat when the game had ended. The feeling of dread had washed over her
entire being as she read the scores over and over again. Kaijou had
lost—granted, it was a very close game, the scores going back and forth
between all four quarters, but the team had just run out of steam by the
time the end of the fourth quarter came around. Their opponents, a team
from a school [Name] had never heard of, just had more stamina than
those in Kaijou, ultimately earning them the victory.

Finally
making her way out of the crowd, [Name] ran for the area she knew the
locker rooms would be in. More specifically, she ran towards where she
knew Kaijou’s locker room would be. As she ran, she passed by a plethora
of athletes sporting different jerseys from all over the surrounding
geographical area. Many schools she couldn’t even recognize save for the
few she remembered considering when she entered high school. Most guys
she passed were sporting large grins as they talked about previous games
they played or those yet to come, excitement evident in their voices.
It reminded [Name] of how they all had been only a few days ago when the
competition began.

Bouncing in
her seat slightly, [Name] couldn’t keep the excited grin off her face
as she watched the rest of the Kaijou basketball team load onto the
rented bus. Beside her, Kasamatsu was staring at her behavior with a
confused, yet slightly annoyed expression. His eye twitched a bit as she
obliviously continued to bounce in place, unknowingly bothering
Kaijou’s captain. A complete minute passed and, once she showed no signs
of stopping on her own, Kasamatsu found he would have to take the
initiative. Grasping onto her smaller hand, he tugged on it slightly to
get her attention, effectively getting her to cease her movement.

“Oi, what are you so giddy about all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t
it obvious?” She asked, only to be answered with a blank look that told
her to continue. “This is the first time I’m going to see you play in
an actual game and not some practice one or friendly one brought on by
my friends at Seirin.” Lifting her free hand towards her face so it
could rest on her reddening cheeks, [Name] looked her boyfriend in the
eyes. Kasamatsu could practically see them sparkling. “I’ll finally be
able to see you in your official basketball jersey!”

Kasamatsu
sputtered a bit at her confession and immediately retreated his hand
from hers, lifting both of his in an attempt to cover up the blush
creeping onto his face. Behind him, he could hear the rest of his
teammates let out a string of laughter at their captain’s embarrassment.

“Hey,
what about me, [Name]cchi?” Kise asked, leaning his arm on the back of
her seat. “You’re excited to see me play too, right?”

[Name]
could only nod at the blonde boy before Kasamatsu roughly shoved Kise’s
face away from his girlfriend’s, not liking the proximity he was in.
Whining to himself about the rough behavior, Kise retreated into his own
seat, faux tears prickling at the corner of his eyes due to his
senior’s roughhousing.

“Enough laughter already,”
Kasamatsu announced to the bus once the last of the team had settled in.
Standing from his seat, he turned to face his teammates. [Name] could
only watch in awe as his leadership skills shined. “I don’t know about
you guys, but I’m ready to win this thing!”

The occupants
in the bus cheered as Kasamatsu went through his speech, everyone
grinning with determination in their eyes. When the bus had started
moving and Kasamatsu’s speech had ended, [Name] could practically feel
the team’s excitement rolling around in the air. As he sat next to her,
she couldn’t help but find her initial admiration for him had grown
stronger over the course of their relationship.

“I promise to cheer extra loud for you if you promise to play extra hard.”

Kasamatsu merely nodded, grin settled on his features.

Finally
making it to the hallway she knew Kaijou’s locker room was located in,
[Name] slowed her running pace to a speed walk. Five doors down and she
would be just outside the place the team would retire to after every
game. She held her breath in suspense when she noticed familiar blue
jackets that had already exited the locker room. All their faces
dejected, they looked towards the ground as they shuffled their way
towards the stairwell that would lead them to the audience seating. Now
that they couldn’t play anymore, they would have to spend their time
watching the rest of the games before going home.

“Oh, [Name]cchi.”

Kise
was the first to notice the young Seirin female, looking at her with
eyes that seemed to be fighting back a good amount of tears. His voice
had lost of all his usual pep and his leg muscles seemed to twitch at
every little movement he made. It came as a surprise to her that he was
still standing, seeing as he had probably played the hardest out of all
the Kaijou members.

Jogging the distance between herself and the
team, [Name] noticed her boyfriend’s lack of presence from amongst the
group. Noticing her worried glance, Moriyama pointed back towards the
locker room.

“He said he wanted to hang out in there for a while.”

Nodding
in thanks, [Name] made her way passed the rest of the team, a few of
them giving her reassuring pats on the back as they marched off towards
the audience bleachers. [Name] could hear her heart beating loudly in
her ears as she approached the door to the locker room, a hesitant hand
reaching up to knock on the wooden door.

“Damn it!” The outburst,
followed by a loud metallic sound, caused her to flinch, retreating her
hand from the door as if its mere presence had burned her. Trying again a
moment later, she immediately reached for the doorknob instead, turning
it and entering the room before anyone else’s prying eyes could see.

“Y-Yukio?”

He
was standing at the far end of the lockers, head cast towards the
ground and a fist up against a locker’s door. His arm was shaking due to
punching the cold metal in frustration and his jaw was clenched
tightly, eyes screwed shut in an attempt to not show any more emotion
than necessary. He had failed once again. He had failed his team, he had
failed his coach, and he had failed himself. Kasamatsu felt like a fool
for believing he could carry Kaijou to victory. Growling in
frustration, he lifted his fist to punch at the locker door once again,
the sting from the impact reverberating up his entire arm.

Worry
and panic washed over [Name] when she saw a few tear drops fall from his
face to the tiled floor below and she quickly made her way to his side,
removing his now bruised hand from its place against the lockers. Her
heart ached seeing him like this, but it hurt her more knowing that he
was trying to bottle up all his emotion. Not knowing what to do or say,
she merely stood to the side of him, finally wrapping her arms around
his waist once a moment of dead silence had passed. Kasamatsu stiffened
at the gesture, not wanting to seem weak in her embrace.

“I think
it’s stupid, you know?” She murmured after feeling him tense up. Her
voice was barely above a whisper, but in the quiet of the empty locker
room it spoke volumes. “It’s stupid how guys feel like they need to be
stronger by not showing any emotion. It’s okay, you know? To feel.”

“Y-yeah…”

[Name] tightened her grip on him as the first tears of many started cascading down his face.

{EXTRA}

Once
the tears had stopped coming from his eyes and his body stopped
shaking, Kasamatsu finally got a sense of his surroundings. His knuckles
hurt, his heart ached, there was a pressure on his abdomen from where
his girlfriend was holding him tightly, and his clothes felt a little
damper than they had previously. Pulling away from her embrace,
Kasamatsu held [Name] at an arm’s length to get a good look at her.

“Idiot,
why are you crying too?” He said, the usual bite in his insult gone. He
reached his hands up to her face, his thumbs rubbing at the tears that
had gathered in the corners of her eyes.

“I-I-I get s-sympathy
t-tears, okay?!” [Name] hiccupped, lightly slapping his hands away
before furiously rubbing at her eyes to rid herself of the embarrassing
waterworks. “S-so it’s y-your f-fault I’m c-crying, st-stupid.”

Oh poor Kasamatsu! So sad!!

First I Love You [Kasamatsu Yukio]

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[Name] sighed in
relief when she finally spotted the wide open doors of Kaijou’s gym
before her, jogging the rest of the way towards the entrance. Noting
that the massive crowd of females were no longer present, she came to
the conclusion that ordinary practice for the basketball club had ended
long ago, leaving only the regulars behind. However, once she had
approached the open doors to the gym, she noticed that neither the sound
of bouncing basketballs nor the sound of squeaking shoes reached her
ears. Looking inside, she noticed that the gym was completely empty.
Worried, she quickly took her phone out of her bag, reading the time on
the illuminated screen and sighing in self disappointment. She was
fifteen minutes late for the end of basketball practice.

Frowning
to herself, [Name] placed her phone back into her bag before wiping at
the sweat that had started to form at her brow. She cursed her teacher
for making her stay later than usual after class and she cursed herself
for missing the first bus that would take her to Kaijou. Idly walking in
the direction of Kaijou’s school gates, she wondered if Kasamatsu had
already left to go home.

“Hey, [Name]-san!”

The sudden call
of her name caused the first year to falter in her step. She turned to
look back towards the gym, noticing a few familiar people waving at her
as they walked in her direction.

“Oh, hello again Kobori-senpai,”
[Name] greeted as Kasamatsu’s teammates reached her. “It’s nice to see
you again. You too, Moriyama-senpai, Hayakawa-senpai, Kise-kun.” She
nodded to them all in greeting as she said their names, giving them all a
charming smile.

“[Name]cchi, why didn’t we see you during practice today?”

There
it was. That nickname again. [Name] scrunched her face in slight
confusion as she looked at the blonde, choosing to ignore his question
in favor for her own. “Why do you call me that?”

“Eh? You’re
Kasamatsu-senpai’s girlfriend now,” Kise answered, as if it were the
clearest reason to all her confusion. “Getting him to actually interact
with a girl is a pretty amazing feat in itself. You must’ve been pretty
persistent.”

[Name] wasn’t sure whether to take his answer as a
compliment or not. Deciding to brush it off as one of those quirks she
would never understand about the blonde, she answered his previous
question from before with a heavy sigh.

“I really wanted to watch
you all practice again, but I got held back to make up a math test I
missed.” [Name] scratched at the back of her head as she explained
herself, avoiding the guys’ eyes as she pouted to herself. Remembering
that she had specifically wanted to watch Kasamatsu practice again, she
looked around for said captain before asking. “Hey, where is Yukio
anyway?”

Kobori smiled, having noticed the way the young Seirin
student called Kaijou’s captain by his given name. “He’s discussing
things with Coach Takeuchi about our upcoming game.”

“You should come watch,” Moriyama added in. “The more pretty girls in the audience, the better I can play.”

“I
would love to come watch you all play,” [Name] said, ignoring
Moriyama’s usual flirtatious tone. Her smile widened as she thought
about finally seeing her boyfriend’s team in an official match.

“Come
on, [Name]cchi, let’s go wait for Kasamatsu-senpai at the front gates,”
Kise excitedly said, latching his arm into her own in order to easily
drag the female along. He smiled down at her, his eyes shining with a
mischievous glimmer. “We have some questions for you.”

“Questions?
Sure, what do you need to know?” [Name] asked, oblivious to the model’s
ulterior motives. As she was dragged along, she noticed that the other
team members kept up in pace, following behind the pair.

“How did you meet him before you two started dating?” Kise asked, getting straight to the point.

“H-huh?”
[Name] muttered, surprised by the question. “Well, we never really met
prior to me asking him out…” [Name] thought back to the day she had
first confessed to Kasamatsu, cringing at how awful it had been for the
both of them. “I just saw him playing basketball once in junior high and
thought he was cool. He’s even cooler now that I actually know him…”
She trailed off, smiling at the memory of a younger her watching a
younger Kasamatsu play. Comparing the memory to an image of herself now,
there wasn’t much of a difference. She still got pretty giddy whenever
he was able to make a basket and she would instantly melt when she saw
his determined smile.

“So you confessed to him first?” Moriyama
asked, butting into the conversation quickly before Kise could ask his
next question. Kise, who was just about to ask the same thing, gave a
pout as he looked at his senior.

“Yeah, I confessed first.”

“And
he rejected you.” Kobori stated casually more than asked. [Name] only
nodded in confirmation, not knowing quite why the guys would want this
information.

“I don’t know why he would reject such a cute girl,”
Moriyama sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “I know I would’ve said yes in
a heartbeat.”

“You would’ve said yes to anybody that asked,”
Kobori muttered under his breath, earning a glare from Moriyama and a
few laughs from [Name], Hayakawa, and Kise.

By now the small group
had made their way to the front gates of the school. They slowed their
pace to almost a crawl before coming to a stop near the school sign,
standing in front of the big blue letters that announced Kaijou’s
presence to the area around it. Kise had let go of [Name]’s arm as soon
as they made it to the front gate, choosing instead to waltz his way in
front of the girl so she couldn’t escape his form even if she wanted to.
The other three basketball players stood to the side, watching as Kise
continued his interrogation of the Seirin student. Every so often they
would put in their own opinions or ask their own questions.

“Hey,
if you liked him so much, why didn’t you come to Kaijou?” Kise asked. He
had finished asking her about her past and was now moving on to
questions about the present.

[Name] sighed a bit, wondering if
Kise’s onslaught of questions would ever end. “My dad got transferred to
a different office and my family moved homes so his commute wouldn’t be
too bad. Seirin was a lot closer to home than Kaijou, so it only made
sense. Besides, why would I follow someone who clearly rejected me?”

Kise
waggled his pointer finger, giving a small wink. “I’m the one asking
questions [Name]cchi.” Thinking to himself for a moment, Kise wrestled
with his mind a bit to see if there were any more questions he had for
[Name]. When none came to mind, he decided to just say what was on his
mind, hoping more questions would come from the conversation. “So when
you saw him again, you must’ve been really excited. Or nervous, I guess,
since he rejected you before… But then you confessed again!”

[Name]
felt herself flush in embarrassment at the memory of her second
confession. She had forgotten that Kise had been there for the event as
well. When the others started to ask Kise what had happened during the
second confession and Kise had started describing in detail, hand
motions and all, she had to stop herself from punching the blonde.
Kasamatsu’s violent tendencies were starting to rub off on her.

“I
thought you were asking me questions,” [Name] reminded them in order to
save herself from further embarrassment at the memory.

“Oh yeah,”
Kise said, telling the guys he would tell them the rest of the story
some other time. “So, how long have you guys been going out now?”

“Uh,
almost a month and a half now,” [Name] answered, thinking back to the
night Kasamatsu had asked her to make their relationship official.
Telling Kise to continue with his interrogation had been the wrong move
after all, seeing as [Name] was slowly starting to find it harder to
keep a blush from forming every time he asked her about her previous
dates.

“How many guys did you date before?”

“Three.”

“And how long did those last?”

“About two months at most.”

“How long do you want this relationship to last?”

“A-As
long as possible of course!” [Name] felt stupid for playing into Kise’s
game as he smiled at her answer in a mischievous way. Her cheeks
continued to redden and she placed her hands upon them in a desperate
attempt to hide the color.

“Oh,” Kise drawled out in a teasing tone. “So, you really like Kasamatsu-senpai, huh?”

“I-I
more than like him,” she declared easily despite her darkening cheeks.
Kise gave her yet another teasing smiling as he raised a single brow,
asking her to continue. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she croaked
out more words in a vain attempt to get Kise to end his questions. “What
more do you want me to say? That I love him? B-because I do.”

[Name]
had closed her eyes in order to obtain the courage to say those words,
but after realizing that she was met with only silence, she opened them
in order to assess the boys’ reaction. It confused her as to why they
were all grinning widely until a strangled cough from behind caught her
attention. Turning to look towards the noise, she was met with the sight
of a very red faced Kasamatsu. He had a hand to his cheeks and his eyes
were wide, darting back and forth between her and his teammates. [Name]
could feel her own face flare up with another heated blush as her eyes
met with Kasamatsu’s steel blue ones.

“See, Senpai,” Kise
exclaimed, cutting into the awkward atmosphere with his bubbly
personality, “There’s no need for you to worry! [Name]cchi really does
love you!”

Kise could only cry as he became the victim to countless kicks to the back.

{EXTRA}

Silently
holding hands, Kasamatsu and [Name] walked to the station where they
would part ways for the day. His teammates, who he had reprimanded
harshly for their teasing, had already left and were long forgotten. As
they walked, Kasamatsu couldn’t help but replay [Name]’s and Kise’s
words in his mind. It would be the last time he confessed to the blonde
about his relationship troubles ever again.

“I meant what I said,”
[Name] murmured, breaking Kasamatsu from his mental stupor. She wasn’t
looking at him, instead opting for gazing at the trees they passed by as
the red of her cheeks slowly crept back. “I-I really do love you,
Yukio.”

Kasamatsu faltered in his steps before coming to a halt,
causing his younger companion to stop as well. He opened and closed his
mouth a few times, incomprehensible syllables spluttering forth as he
tried to gather his thoughts. Finally, after a moment, he took a deep
breath.

“I-I love you too, [Name].”

So funny and cute!

Headcanons or scenarios, your choice, of Suga, Hinata and Noya seeing their s/o walk down the aisle on their wedding day

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OHohohohohoho! I have two separate requests for these three babies! This one and the other one is asking for some naughtiness…. So this will be cutesy fluff… and the next will be your “honeymoon night” with these angels ;D Thanks for requesting! -Admin Satori ❤

Sugawara Koushi:

“Breathe, Suga….” Daichi reminded quietly, just as two people stepped into the aisle.

Suga had been breathing, or what he thought was breathing. But the moment he saw you, in all your glory, the veil just being so transparent he could see your eyes oh so clearly, he realized he’d never been breathing properly before this exact moment. He felt tears brim in his eyes as he realized this was it. This was the moment he’d been waiting for all his life with you. He crossed one arm over his chest, resting the elbow of his other on his crossed arm, bringing that hand to his mouth and cheeks as he felt his emotions overwhelm him completely. You were gorgeous. More gorgeous than he’d ever imagined, and any little thought he’d had was put to shame. Aphrodite herself wept in jealousy over how absolutely stunning, how breathtaking you were. Suga didn’t care about your makeup, or the dress, or the veil. Just the sight of you approaching him, approaching your future with him, seeing the desperation in your eyes to get to his side as you saw in his own, made his tears overflow and streak down his cheeks. The crowd felt their own emotions in their chest at the sight of your groom weeping in your beauty, and you couldn’t stop the blush creeping into your cheeks at your fiancés reaction. You’d known he’d be emotional, hell it took a special kind of weirdo to not cry at weddings, but seeing his tears and seeing him covering half his face to keep from losing his composure completely, you couldn’t help but feel how surreal this moment truly was. This was the beginning of the rest of your life as Sugawara ______.

Hinata Shouyou:

“Stop panicking and look, dumbass.” Kageyama grumbled, reaching over and pulling Hinata by the hair to look down the aisle.

There you were. His whole life. His reason for existing. Before you’d come into his life, he focused on little else but volleyball and growing taller, but now… Here you were. Walking down the aisle in your radiant white dress and veil. All his nerves vanished and he felt like he’d finally been completed – he could just imagine how he’d feel when you were finally by his side and he was able to hold your hand. Hinata blinked a few times, and realized his vision was blurry because he was on the brink of crying – his tears brewing so much they were obstructing his view. He reached up and wiped his eyes furiously, blushing when the crowd noticed and aww’ed his way. How could he not feel emotional in a time like this? You were so beautiful, so gorgeous, walking towards him as if it was nothing more than a regular afternoon, acting as if everything was natural; And he fell in love with you even more. Your natural walk was for him, to make him feel comfortable and make him focus on you, nothing else. His entire face turned as red as his hair now, and you knew it was from his trying not to cry in front of all these people. Hinata wiped at his eyes again as they filled with tears once more, and as soon as he pulled his hands from his eyes, the smile he was met with made his nervousness and anxiousness feel idiotic. His energy may be compared to the suns’, but it was your smile that rivaled its warmth.

Nishinoya Yuu:

“Nishinoya, your jittering is giving me an upset stomach.” Asahi groaned quietly, his arms holding his stomach; Anxiety by proxy was one hell of a symptom of your marriage to Nishinoya. Tanaka smiled widely and patted Asahi’s back, being dual best men meant they both had to look cool for Nishinoya.

Just as Nishinoya was going to explain why he couldn’t stand still, the doors opened and a wave of fresh air washed over him, he had to force himself from not blinking just so he could catch sight of your beauty. Before your walking into the aisle, his hands had been a sweaty mess, rubbing against his slacks to try to dry them, they’d been shaking, his nerves making his fight or flight senses go haywire; But he forced himself from either of the options, knowing you were on your way. But the sight of you, your cheeks pink with a natural blush, your lips so kissable, your eyes focused solely on him straight ahead of you… his heart stilled, his jittering stopped completely, and his breath caught in his throat. You gave him the smallest of smiles, and he felt like his heart beat out of his chest, and the returning smile to you was brilliant in its relief and awe of you. And while he smiled, he felt tears brim in his eyes, how had he gotten so lucky? How had he managed to get someone as perfect, as beautiful, as amazing as you to fall in love with an absolute dope like him? This was what everything had come to – from the arguments that never seemed to end to the lazy mornings in each others arms – finally, the two of you would be tied to each other until death did either of you part, and as your husband, Nishinoya vowed you’d never live a day without him.

Adorable!!!!

oh oh the inbox is open!! can I ask forrr like late-twenties hcs for yamaguchi, hinata, and noya please? what they’re like with their s/o or just in general. all grown up :’)

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I love thinking about these boys when they’re all grown up! Like, especially beyond college even, I just love it so much!

Hope you enjoy, Anon!

Yamaguchi Tadashi

  • Okay, okay, here me out of this. Think about this kid on a motorcycle. He probably got it after he finished college cause he felt like he just needed to spice his life up and do something a little spontaneous rather than what was expected of him, right? And it’s his baby now, he loves taking it out any day or night of the week!
    • His mom totally hates it – thinks its a death machine – but he doesn’t care. He probably picked his significant other up on it for their first date or pulled into the parking lot where they were meeting for the first time on it. SWOON. But he’d always ask if they were comfortable riding it rather than assume they’d just hop on.
  • I can see him working as a waiter or barista for a year or two after he finishes college. Not only because it’s harder to get a job than people make it seem, but because he’s terrified of the idea of having to have his life figured out.
    • They surely have conversations about that very thing all the time. Yamaguchi would be hanging out at their place and they’d ask him about his job hunting and he’d just dive right in – boy doesn’t hold back on any thoughts or emotions with them, he’s a complete open book.
    • It’s also them that probably pushes him to actually actively pursuing a job related to his field. With them backing him up and supporting his choices it was a lot easier for him to feel comfortable moving forward in life!

Hinata Shouyou

  • I see this boy being an avid cafe visitor. He’s definitely got his spot that he goes practically twice and week without fail. And he always orders the same thing and tries to sit in the same spot. It’s also where I see him on his laptop checking and editing his photos – in an AU where he’s a photographer, maybe for sports?
    • Oh, this is totally where he met his significant other! Either it was someone that Hinata became painfully aware was constantly coming in on the same days as him or he just felt brave that single time seeing them and NEEDED to ask them out for coffee.
    • Lol, their first date is totally at that very coffee shop! And it’s been a symbol in their relationship ever since – like maybe they did their engagement announcements there or perhaps the proposal took place there, lol!
  • Oh, I just have this gut feeling that it took this boy a couple times before he figured out how to pay his bills on time. Like, he was always so caught up with everything else he was doing, the last thing on his mind was paying some electric bill.
    • Lol, watch the two of them be going at it in the shower or something and next thing they know the gas gets turned off and they’re just dowsed with a downpour of cold water! “NOT AGAIN!” “THIS HAS HAPPENED BEFORE????!!!?”

Nishinoya Yuu

  • My favorite headcanon to associate with Noya ever is that he and Tanaka room together and they have a complete open apartment. So, literally anyone and everyone they know are walking through the door at any given moment and it’s completely normal, they’re even greeted with offers of food – or in some people’s cases, no offer is needed!
    • And I think that even after Tanaka moves out – to move in with his significant other – that policy just sticks to him. Omg, watch him start to date his significant other, right, and they’re not aware of just how openly people wonder in and out of the place and they find themselves in quite the predicament wondering around in their underwear!
  • I just totally get the feeling that Noya goes backpacking all the time. He’s got a weekend off, hiking, he gets two weeks vacation, doing a portion of the Camino de Santiago, decides he needs to get away for a month, hiking the John Muir Trail. Oh, and it would totally mean the world to him if they were willing to go with him, even for a day hike or something.
  • Legit always in contact with everyone from the team. He calls Asahi, Tanaka, and Hinata almost every other day and the rest he chatting with at various points throughout the week, even Tsukki! They’re bonds that were very important to him and he refuses to let them all just disappear!
    • I can see him setting up reunions and such too, or maybe always suggesting that they meet up somewhere. And he always brings them along with him not only to show off his amazing catch but because he wants them to know the people that are important to who they fell in love with!

This is so precious!

A scenario of Oikawa, Akaashi and Kuroo making breakfast for their future partner with their child(ren)? Either for their birthday, they were sick or just because. Also, can you add some comedy, such as burnt food or mistaking salt for sugar? Thank you :]

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Ahhhh domestic stuff
gives me life! I love the idea of our volleybabes growing up and having
precious babies to teach their volleyball skills to T~T I love them all so
much! Thanks for requesting! -Admin Satori ❤

Akaashi Keiji:

You didn’t know the meaning to taking it easy, regardless of
your status as being 7 and a half months pregnant. But your husband, Akaashi,
knew how to handle it, since you’d done the same for your two other children,
Takeji and Amari.

So, as soon as you started showing signs of being sick,
Akaashi had called your boss and explained that you would not be coming in;
Your boss had been relieved to get the call from your husband, thinking maybe
Akaashi hadn’t noticed as quickly as he had the previous two times, but agreed
nonetheless and submitted your already filled out paperwork for maternity
leave. You’d been asleep when Akaashi had disabled all your alarm clocks and
had your two young children hide your work shoes and briefcase.

He woke up early that morning and got out of bed to head
into the kitchen silently, pulling out all the needed supplies for the soup he’s
made for you for your health to bounce back. Akaashi yawned as he set the pot
to boil slowly as he got to work cutting up vegetables and getting the
measurements of all the spices.

“Daddy?” Akaashi turned his head to see his daughter, Amari,
staring up at him with bleary eyes. He smiled softly and picked her up, setting
her on the counter next to the stove, and pointing at her quietly so she knew
not to get any closer to where his current workstation was. Amari smiled
sleepily at her father, “Are you taking care of mama and my little sister?” She
asked as the smell of her father’s remedy soup filled the kitchen, making her
little belly rumble with hunger.

“Yes… Your mother doesn’t know when to stop pushing herself,
so she’s going to be staying home with you and Takeji until after your sibling
is born.” He explained simply before pulling out a bowl and serving her some of
the soup before he added the medicinal herbs, knowing she only liked the broth
he made. “Is your brother awake, Amari?” He whispered, looking at his daughter
as she brought the bowl up to her cherub face and sipped at the hot soup,
pulling away a bit abruptly and whining when the hot broth burnt her tongue.
Akaashi couldn’t help but chuckle, “Be careful, it’s hot.” He smirked a bit
when she squinted her eyes at him accusingly, “You saw it boiling before I served
you.” He pointed out, reminding her that she was to blame for her burnt tongue.

A tug at his pajama bottoms made him look down to see his
son, Takeji, looking up at him silently. Akaashi knew you were worried that
your son was mute or even deaf since he was almost 2 and a half years old and
he hadn’t uttered a single word, but Akaashi wasn’t too concerned. He hadn’t
spoken when he was a kid until he was in classes in kindergarten. Takeji still
had a year and a half before he started classes.

Amari smiled down at her big brother, waving at him happily,
seeming more of the older sibling than Takeji, “Daddy’s making mama and little
sister some yummy soup.” She explained after Akaashi had set Takeji next to
Amari on the counter and Takeji glanced into her steaming bowl curiously.

“How do you know it’s a sister, Amari?” Akaashi asked after
a few minutes of silence, as he finished making the soup, putting it in three
bowls before handing one to Takeji.

“I just know.” Amari smiled widely at her daddy, giggling
happily when he pulled her into his arms, “I’ll carry mama’s soup!” She
exclaimed as she took the bowl from the counter, now holding hers and yours
before marching up the stairs to the bedroom where you were still asleep.

Takeji looked up at his father after being set on his feet
with his own bowl in his hands, his dark green eyes matching his fathers completely
and making Akaashi feel like he was looking in a mirror; Or a picture of
himself as a child, at least. Akaashi smiled down at his son before patting his
head, “I don’t know, Takeji… I think it’s a little brother, too.” He murmured
quietly before taking his small hand in his and walking up the stairs to where
you and Amari were now sitting on the bed.

You looked up from your excitedly babbling daughter, who was
talking adamantly to your swollen belly, to see your husband and still sleepy
son. You smiled gently and held Takeji’s bowl as he climbed onto the mattress
before handing it back to him, “You didn’t have to, Keiji. I’m fine.” You
assured, but cursed internally when your scratchy throat made itself known.

Akaashi wasn’t going to hear it though. He knew when you
were getting sick. He took his place next to you, nudging his bowl against
yours, “Drink it.” He stated simply before doing the same with his own soup.

“Mama needs to stay healthy!” Amari whined, pouting when you
met her gaze after drinking some of your soup. Takeji nodded silently in
agreement before reaching out and laying his hand on your belly, pulling back
quickly with wide eyes when he felt the baby inside kick at his touch. Amari
giggled excitedly, “Little sister is awake and likes daddy’s soup!” She smiled
widely before laying her ear against your stomach, humming happily when you
stroked her dark brown hair out of her face. These were mornings you cherished,
and Akaashi knew. You turned your head and smiled as he was all too eager to
press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss, making your two little ones
become even more interested in your belly instead of what you two were doing.

Oikawa Tooru:

“Tooru! How do you always manage to burn down the house when
I’m just in the other room?” You yelled as you walked into the kitchen after following
the smell of burning food. Your husband couldn’t cook to save his life,
something you teased him endlessly about, but he had been training himself
behind your back. You let out a loud sigh as you stood in the doorway of the
kitchen, seeing the burnt toast and overcooked eggs.

Oikawa turned to look at you then, your 5 year old son,
Yukio, perched on his back and looking at you with more or less the same
expression your husband was currently sporting. Surprise. “Mama! Daddy burnt
ALL the food!” Yukio tattled just before squirming off of his fathers back onto
the floor and running to hug your legs. You looked down at your son, seeing his
light brown eyes staring up at you expectantly, “Daddy is going to make us all
starve! Including little sister!” Yukio cried dramatically, pointing to the
baby carriage on the counter where your daughter, Kaneko, was wrapped in her
baby blanket.

“Traitor!” Oikawa called to his son, rushing forward to grab
at him but stopping short when you raised a hand at him. He smiled charmingly
at you as he stood over you, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips
against your forehead, “Good morning to you, too, ______-chan.” He greeted,
praying you’d fall for his sweet tone enough to forget that he wasn’t allowed
in the kitchen without your supervision. “Happy birthday, as well!” He cheered
as he swayed with you wrapped in his arms, “You’re getting more and more
beautiful every day, _____-chan! How old are you today? 22?” He tried flattery,
thinking maybe you’d fall for it this time.

You didn’t though. You’d never fallen for his tricks, not
even in high school, which he had said was why he’d fallen in love with you so
quickly; You’d been the one to call him out on his masks almost daily when he’d
flirt with you. But you decided to play along, wrapping your arms around his
neck and pressing your lips against his after pulling your head away from his
lips. You two shared a brief kiss before you smiled and pulled away, “Yes,
Tooru. I’m 22. Which means I had Yukio when I was 17 and had to drop out of
high school to care for him.” You rolled your eyes and pushed him away from you
slightly before walking over to the messy countertop next to Kaneko’s baby
carrier.

It warmed your heart, truly it did, to see that your husband
had put actual effort in trying to make you breakfast in bed for your birthday.
Oikawa had never stopped trying to impress you, and you knew he probably wouldn’t
ever stop. He thought that the day he stopped trying to impress you would be
the day you’d stop loving him and move on to someone who actually deserved you.
You loved him though. You loved him more than he could imagine, and you’d told
him so on multiple occasions. And he loved you equally, if not more, but that didn’t
calm his anxiety.

“Hmmmm, could you imagine if that actually happened,
_____-chan? Like… What would have happened?” Oikawa pondered as he quickly
picked up Yukio in his arms and pinched at his cheeks as a form of revenge for
tattling on him, “Maybe Yukio-chan here wouldn’t be as much as a loudmouth as
he is now, hmmm?” He smirked at his son, who whined and pushed at his fathers
hands before trying to squirm out of his arms.

“Impossible. You’re his father. He was bound to have that.”
You said offhandedly as you pulled Kaneko out of her baby carrier and held her
close to your chest, smiling to yourself when you heard both your husbands and
your son’s whines in disagreement. “Come on, Kaneko. Let’s go back to sleep
while daddy and big brother clean up the mess they made.” You cooed sweetly at
your baby girl, feeling your heart beat faster when the 6 month old baby squealed
excitedly at hearing your familiar voice.

Oikawa stared with a pout of his face as you easily walked
passed him, “______-chan~! Come on! At least take Yukio-chan with you so I don’t
get bullied by him!” Oikawa whined loudly as you entered the bedroom. “Your
mother is so cruel to me, Yukio-chan.” Oikawa pretended to sniffle as he went
to start cleaning up the kitchen of his cooking mishap.

Yukio giggled to himself before picking up some of the mess
from the floor and putting it into the trash can, “And what about me, daddy? I
have to deal with you acting like more of a baby than little sister!” He
giggled behind his hands as his father whined louder, complaining about how
Kaneko was the only one who really loved him. “Come on, daddy! The faster we
clean, the faster we can go lie down with mama and little sister!” Yukio
cheered happily as he pushed his father’s legs to get a move on on the cleaning
already. Oikawa smiled to himself as he started to wipe down the counter and
giving Yukio the dirty plates to rinse and put in the dishwasher. This was all
Oikawa could have wanted for his life with you.

Kuroo Tetsurou:

When you turned over in bed to cuddle next to your husband,
Kuroo, and found his side of the bed cool, you frowned and sat up, looking
around the bedroom with furrowed eyebrows. Telling from the soft light coming through
your window, it was just barely past dawn, which meant it was too early for
your husband to be even close to out of bed. He cherished the days he could
sleep in.

You reached up and rubbed at your sleepy eyes, letting out a
long and loud yawn, “Where did that sly cat get to….?” You mumbled to yourself,
about to toss the blankets off of you to get up and search for Kuroo, but
jumped when you saw movement out of the corner of your eye.

“Sly cat? I haven’t heard you call me that in a while, kitten.”
Kuroo smirked as he walked into the bedroom, handing you a plate that smelled
of marvelous things. “Good morning.” He hummed as he leaned down and pressed
his lips against yours, pulling you to rest between his legs with your back
pressing against his chest.

“Morning.” You whispered against his lips, using one hand to
hold the plate of food while the other cupped his cheek to keep his lips
against yours. “What’s with the breakfast in bed? How are you even functioning this
early?” You asked curiously as you pulled away from his lips, leaning your head
against his as he rested it on your shoulder.

Kuroo shrugged and wrapped his arms around your middle,
closing his eyes with a serene smile on his face, “I can’t surprise my wife
with food?” He asked curiously, laughing softly, “It wasn’t easy either. The
little monsters were pestering me all morning saying how I wasn’t cooking it
the way you do.” He turned his head and pressed his lips to the juncture of
your neck and shoulder, smirking when you shivered in his arms.

The mention of your three children made you freeze before
putting food in your mouth; Your children took after their father far too much
for this to be a good idea. You bit your bottom lip and nudged the food against
Kuroo’s lips after he went back to resting his chin on your shoulder, “Oh? Is
that so?” You asked, biting your lip roughly to keep from smiling too wide as
he took the food in his mouth before coughing at the taste. “Haven’t you
learned from your past already, Tetsu? They’re literally little yous…
Pranksters.” You called towards the bedroom door where you could see three
heads of unruly black hair poking around the doorway to watch what their little
switch had done. “They switched some of the ingredients, I see.” You brought
the plate up to your nose, sniffing it before letting out a few coughs and
setting the plate off to the side, “Curry powder instead of salt.” You wheezed
out, feeling like your sinuses had been cleared.

Kuroo was still having a coughing fit behind you from the
spicy taste. Why had he thought his children helping would ever be a good idea?
He turned his golden gaze over to the doorway, squinting his eyes when he saw
the three culprits move to stand in the doorway with their hands behind their
back. “Sorry, daddy.” Your eldest, Souma, apologized, but the small smirk on
his face made you cover your mouth and turn away from them so you could snicker
at how identical your eldest son was to your husband. Your middle child,
Hiroshi, looked down at his feet with a slight pout, genuinely sorry for what
their little trick had done to their father. While your youngest, Misaki,
giggled and rushed into the room as best as she could, climbing onto the bed
and sitting in front of you, smiling widely when you wrapped your arms around
her and pulled her closer.

“Oh, I’m so sure you are, Souma.” Kuroo grumped, but only
for a few seconds before his own smirk slid easily onto his face, “Don’t worry,
you little monster. I’ll get you back.” He assured his first son.

“Tetsu, no threatening the children.” You reminded, laughing
gently when Hiroshi rushed to join you and Misaki on the bed, hiding his little
face in your chest when he caught his father’s eye. He was the unsure one of
your children, and that made him the victim of many of Souma’s pranks, but he
knew his father was a genius at jokes, so he usually tried his hardest to stay
out of his fathers sight so he didn’t get teased for being so naïve.

Kuroo chuckled lowly and reached his arms out to wrap around
the three of you in his arms, sticking his tongue out at Souma, “Guess you don’t
get to join in the family cuddle then, evil mastermind Souma.” Kuroo teased as
he let his right hand stroke his second son’s hair soothingly, knowing he and
Misaki weren’t involved (too much) in the ingredient mix up.

Souma stood alone in the doorway of the room, his smirk
falling and a pout coming to his face, “No fair! I wanna cuddle with mama!” He
whined loudly as he rushed to the side of bed, laughing when Kuroo caught him
in his arms and started to tickle him mercilessly, making sure he leaned back
so Souma’s kicking legs didn’t accidentally catch you in the back of your head
or one of the other little ones. “Ahhh! Daddy! Let me down! Ah! No! Why! Why
are you like this?” Souma laughed loudly, pushing his fathers hands away as
best he could, “Mama help me!” He yelled, laughing harder when Kuroo found
Souma’s super ticklish spot on his side.

“I’ll save you, baby.” You cooed as you reached behind you
and pulled Kuroo in for a deep kiss, making the man forget what he was doing
and allowing Souma to scurry into your lap with his siblings, his golden eyes
watching what you had done to stop his father’s attacks. You smiled against
your husbands lips, letting one hand reach back and stroke through his messy
hair, holding his lips to yours for a few seconds before pulling away and
turning back to your three children, who were now arguing amongst themselves
over who was more to blame for the spice prank going wrong.

You smiled widely as you felt Kuroo’s chin rest on your
shoulder again, his lips pressing against your ear, “You don’t play fair.” He
whispered quietly, his breath tickling you. You giggled and turned your head to
be able to see him as best you could, “Don’t worry, Kitten… I’ll get you back
tonight when they’re fast asleep.” Kuroo assured easily, wrapping his arms
around your middle once more and letting his eyes watch your three children
giggle and curl up against your chest or your stomach while they continued to
talk to each other. You don’t think you’d ever been excited for bedtime to
come.

Oh my god! Honestly, the reason this so long for me to finish was because I wanted to find fitting names for the kids lmao I can’t find wat Takeji means but it sounds like Keiji so I really liked it for Akaashi’s son and Amari means “Strength” Kaneko means “Golden” Souma means “True or Reality” Hiroshi means “Generous” and Misaki means “Beautiful Blossom” ******

***** These are just general google searches of the name. I don’t know Kanji, sadly, so I can’t put a meaning to each syllable. T~T

More cuteness!!!!

Ahh could I request a couple of NSFW scenarios for Oikawa, Iwa and Kuroo where their fem s/o surprises them wearing only their jersey, panties and thigh highs~ (wow I feel really sinful asking for that, oh well no shame)

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

No shame at all, I
agree! Honestly, I wish I was small enough to even think about doing this with
any of the characters T~T Oh well… Thank you for requesting this sinful
perfection! -Admin Satori ❤

Oikawa/Iwaizumi/Kuroo Bokuto/Akaashi/Daichi

Oikawa Tooru:

Your arms slid around your boyfriend’s shoulders from behind
as he sat at his desk, his laptop open and playing video feed for the latest
games of their next opponent. Oikawa was in the zone, you knew, but you didn’t
pay that any mind, knowing he’d been whining at you earlier in the day about
how you didn’t pay enough attention to him. Well, now you were available to do
so, and you weren’t going to let a video stand in your way.

Slowly, your hands slid down his shirt, and you turned your
head so you were pressing open mouthed and sloppy kisses all along his neck and
jaw, licking the shell of his ear as you slowly lifted his shirt a bit so you
could press your fingers in his smooth skin, feeling the muscles ripple under
your touch. “Tooru~…. I have a surprise for you~…” You purred into his ear,
smiling when you noticed his hand twitch towards the mouse pad, but a
particular set of the game had his attention back on what was happening on the
screen and not what was happening with your hands on his body.

Oikawa didn’t move further, his eyes wide and watching the
screen, flickering between players. He didn’t even notice what was happening
until he felt out of breath. Finally allowing himself to pause the video, he
looked down and noticed your right hand in his sweatpants while your left hand
lightly scratched against his stomach. He grunted and leaned his head back at
the feel of your hand stroking his length, but pushed your hands away in confusion
at the sight of a familiar shade of light green of the fabric you were wearing.
“______-chan….” He turned around in his chair to look at you properly. But his
mouth shut closed as soon as he set his eyes on you.

“Yes, Tooru?” You asked with a small smirk, crossing your
arms under your bust, the folding of the fabric pulling up his jersey enough to
show your favorite lacy panties, the thigh highs decorating your skin with a
lacy trim. Shivers shot down your spine at the sight of him licking his lips
excitedly. “What’s the matter, Tooru? Jealous someone is wearing your jersey
better than you can?” You teased, but squeaked in surprise when he suddenly shot
up and forced you to walk backwards until your legs hit the bed and you fell on
top of the blankets.

“Oh, on the contrary, _____-chan…. I was thinking of ways I
could get you to wear that outfit more often…” Oikawa hummed thoughtfully as he
stood above you. You were about to sit up and continue where you’d been force
to quit earlier, but laid flat on your back at Oikawa dropped to his knees
right before your slightly spread legs, his lips pressing against your inner
thigh and making you shiver excitedly.

But that didn’t stop your smart mouth. “Oh? So eager to get
on your knees for me, Tooru~?” You giggled, but gasped when you felt his teeth
press into the soft skin just below the apex of your legs, your hands flew to
the jersey, pulling it up enough to be able to see what he was doing.

Light brown hues met yours almost immediately, his teeth
digging into your soft skin again before his warm tongue swiped over the wound
to sooth the pain at least a little. You bit your bottom lip and whimpered as
he moved to press his lips against your covered core, his lips taking your
swollen clit into his mouth and letting his saliva soak your panties completely
as he sucked at your clit. The whiney moans and breathless gasps that left your
lips spurred him on, and he quickly moved upward, pushing his jersey with his
travels so it rested in a bunch above your breasts. You stared at him intently
as he pressed open mouthed, sloppy, wet kisses against your skin around your
nipple of one breast before taking the nub into his mouth. You arched your
chest against his face, closing your eyes and feeling yourself get worked up
over his ministrations.

Oikawa smirked, his eyes watching how your face contorted in
pleasure as he continued to nip and suck at your breast, his right hand
reaching down and slipping into your panties, pressing his fingertips against
your slick folds. “Ah, _____-chan~. Always so wet for your captain.” He hummed
appreciatively as he let one of his fingers slowly push into your tight hole, “Oh~
And you’re sucking my finger in. You’re so greedy, _____-chan~!” He purred into
your breast before standing up and away from your body, his hands reaching down
and pushing his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles before his fingers
tugged your panties down your thighs and off from around your ankles. “So lewd,
____-chan, laying bare like this.” He crooned down at you before crawling back
over you and grabbing the back of your knee to rest against his waist so he
could press his hardened cock against your wet folds.

You threw your head back and let out a frustrated groan, “Please,
Tooru. Please fuck me into this mattress.” His cock twitched against your folds
at your words, but he didn’t move any closer. Reaching up, you pulled his head
down and smashed his soft lips against yours, “If you don’t fuck me… I’m going
to fuck you…” You threatened into his mouth as your tongues swirled around each
other.

“_____-chan~! You’re so impatient!” Oikawa whined into your
mouth before grinding his hips against yours, his left hand holding his weight above
you while his right hand went down to his cock, stroking it a few times before
aligning with your hole and pushing himself in slowly. You arched your back and
pressed against his body further at the feeling of his length filling you, “Oh…
But the sight of you taking my cock so well is so worth the wait…” He hummed
appreciatively after he pulled away. Slowly, he pushed his hips against yours,
sliding in and out of you easily, his shaft rubbing against your clit at a
constant pace and slowly working the both of you to oblivion. But Oikawa pulled
his body away so he was standing, you still laying on the bed and reaching for
purchase in the blankets as he dragged your body closer to the edge of the bed
so he had more room to work his magic inside you.

“Ah~, please, Tooru~.” You begged, closing your eyes and
tossing your head back as you felt his calloused fingertips stroke at your
clit. “Please, please.” You whimpered, his name tumbling from your lips in a
broken mantra as he snapped his hips against yours.

Oikawa licked his lips as he stared down at you. Your cheeks
flushed with your eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed; his jersey bunched up
above your breast to reveal your pert nipples to the crisp air of the bedroom;
his hard cock thrusting in and out of your tight hole while his fingertips
rubbed at your clit and worked you closer to your bliss; his other hand
gripping your thigh hard enough to leave bruises to form under the thigh highs.
“_____-chan, you look so good. So good just for me. Taking my cock like a good
girl. Ah, you feel so good around me, ______-chan.” He whimpered into the dimly
lit room. The idea that you’d surprised him with such a beautiful view had him
teetering on the edge, and he quickened his pace, wanting you to find your end
just as he was.

He practically dove down to lock your lips together with his
as you trembled around his cock, “Ah, ah~ T-Tooru~!” You moaned into his hot
cavern, “P-please Tooru.” Your hips were moving against his and with a sharp
snap of his, you were falling over the edge with a scream. He’s glad he had
pulled away from your mouth just before snapping his hips, feeling orgasm wash
over just as you let your scream sound. He let himself cum inside you, knowing
the two of you would need a shower before bed anyway and he’d be able to clean
you up then.

“Don’t think this is over, _______.” Oikawa panted above
you, his face flushing a bit more as you looked up to meet his eyes, “You
started it, and you’re going to end it.” He smirked, reminding you how you’d so
rudely interrupted his viewing of the volleyball match. You shivered under him,
the motion causing his semi-hard cock to rub against your clit and make you let
out a breathy moan at the feeling. Overstimulation was a game you two enjoyed
thoroughly.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Okay, you admit, it wasn’t just because it was laundry day
that you were dressed in your boyfriend’s volleyball jersey and thigh highs
with just panties underneath. Though, you’d refuse anything else if asked.
Which you knew he wouldn’t ask. You knew Iwaizumi very well enough to know as
soon as he saw you wearing his jersey that he’d be all over you.

And you weren’t wrong.

“Hey, ______, do you know where my…..” Iwaizumi stopped as
he walked into the laundry room to see you bending over to get some clothes out
of the drier; Your ass high in the air, his jersey lying on the small of your back
and hanging around your stomach while your lace panties pulled up a bit on your
ass so some of it was hanging out the trimming, your thighs looking so bitable
with the decoration of your thigh highs. He cleared his throat suddenly, and
you smirked to yourself as you continued to reach for a nonexistent piece of
clothing in the back of the drier.

“Hmmm? Know where your what is, Hajime?” You asked as you
slowly pulled out of the drier, holding a towel you’d had in your hands for the
past 5 minutes just to give him ample time to stare at your ass. Turning
around, you tossed the towel into the basket of clean clothes before walking to
the washer to start another load, feeling his eyes following you the entire
time. “Is that the TV remote in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
You couldn’t help but tease as you caught sight of his hardening bulge.

Iwaizumi wasted no time as he walked up behind you, wrapping
his arms around your waist, “You think you’re so slick….” His voice rumbled
against your back and into your chest, making you shiver in his arms as one of
his hands slowly went under his jersey to stroke at your smooth skin, “What’s
all this then? Teasing me like that? Are you going to take responsibility?” He
growled as he pressed his bulge against your ass.

You bit your bottom lip and smiled, nodding as you pressed
your ass against his bulge in return, “Yes, sir, Hajime.” You whispered,
wrapping one arm around his neck while your other hand reached out and braced
against the side of the washer.

His rough hand under his jersey palmed your breast,
squeezing at it whenever you would push back against him. He hissed and shook
his head, his other hand moving from your waist and reaching out in front of
you, turning on the washer, “I don’t want to interrupt your chores, of course.”
Iwaizumi smirked before attaching his lips against your neck, his hand going back
to your waist. But it didn’t stay there for long, his hips pressing you so your
hips were pushed flat against the now vibrating washer as it cleaned your
clothes. The vibrating against your clothed clit made you lean your head
forward and rest against the cool metal machine, “That’s it, baby girl, spread
wide for me.” He growled behind you.

“Hajime… Please…” You whispered, pulling the jersey up a bit
more so you had less between you and the vibrating machine. His fingers pulled
your panties to the side, pulling his hand from your breast to hold the fabric
away from your wet folds as he let two of his thick fingers slowly press into
you. You moaned loudly, the sound being drowned out by the loud machine under
you.

“I’ve barely touched you, _____, and you’re already soaked….”
His rough voice sounded against your spine, making you shiver and whimper with
a nod. “Such a good girl, always ready for me. Ah, ah, ah, don’t pull away from
the washing machine…” He pushed your ass so you were pressing against the
vibration once again, his fingers curling inside you at the same time. He bit
his bottom lip before quickly dropping his pants and underwear, “I can’t help
myself, ____. You look so damn good spread like this.” He growled as he maneuvered
himself to press his throbbing cock against your tight hole, pushing into you
and snapping his hips so you were being pinned to the washing machine.

You cried out, gripping the corners of the machine as he
started to thrust inside you, the vibrations against your clit coupled with his
thick cock snapping into you made you see stars; You could already tell the
laundry room would be a favorite place to screw around in. “Ha~jime~!” You
moaned into the metal under you, wanting to push back against him, but knowing
he would only hold you against the machine. “Oh, God… Please, Please Hajime!”
You begged, tilting your head back and panting into the room.

Iwaizumi grunted loudly, his pace quickening, the vibrations
of the machine transferring from your clit and wrapping around his cock, making
him come closer and closer to his end. His hands were gripping so tightly at
your waist, he knew you’d show bruises the next morning. But that wasn’t on his
mind right now. Right now he was working on pushing you closer and closer to
the end. “Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck, you feel so good, squeezing me so
tight.” He groaned against his jersey on your back.

Arching your back against him, you fell over the edge just
as the washing machine’s cycle ended. He grunted against the back of your
shoulder as your walls squeezed him tightly, allowing him to find his own end
and spill his load into your tight hole. You panted loudly in the small space
of the room, leaning forward on the machine completely and turning to look at
him over your shoulder with a tired smile.

“I think laundry day is my new favorite day.” Iwaizumi
breathed heavily as he pulled out of you, his fingers stroking the smooth skin
of your ass before turning you around and pulling you to rest against his
chest.

You laughed softly and wrapped your arms around his neck,
pressing your lips against his sweetly, “Hmmm, I think we should just get a
vibrator and save on water for the washer.” You giggled as you pulled away.
Iwaizumi laughed softly and nodded in agreement, leaning forward and capturing
your lips with his once more, his hands slowly going to cup your ass and making
you squeak in surprise. You knew he was hungry for more, you’d been planning on
it really. But that didn’t mean you had to act like you knew it. Your favorite
thing to see was him get frustrated in hinting at a round two. He always gave
up and ended up showing you just exactly what he wanted.

Kuroo Tetsurou:

“______, Come on, kitten! I’m tired!” Kuroo complained from
his spot on the edge of the bed, having been about to pull you into his arms to
head to bed when you’d suddenly rushed off to the bathroom. He assumed it was a
bathroom issue, “Alright, alright. I hear your message loud and clear, _____.
We won’t go to that restaurant anymore.” He smiled before laying back on the
bed, closing his eyes and feeling sleep pull at his mind.

You took a shaky deep breath as you opened the bathroom
door, sneaking over to where he lay on the edge of the bed before moving so you
were straddling his lap in a kneel, “Tetsu~… won’t you look at me?” You purred,
biting your bottom lip nervously as his large hands slowly moved from behind
his head to stroke along your thigh highs, his long fingers tucking underneath
the fabric when he felt a fold. He kept his eyes closed, but his lips quirked
upwards in a smirk as he let one hand continue up your thigh.

Long fingers twitched back when he felt a familiar fabric,
“Hmmm?” He hummed quietly as he let his fingers feel at the material, his lips
widening when he put a piece of clothing to the feel, “Ohohoh? Someone’s
playing dress up?” His golden eyes slowly peaked up at you before looking at
every piece of you. You squirmed slightly under his gaze, lowering your body
enough so you were pressing against his groin, feeling your insides cool when
you heard his grunt at the body contact.

Smiling widely, and letting go of your lip from between your
teeth, you lifted his Nekoma jersey enough to show what was hiding underneath,
“Well, I’m very bad at dressing up if I’m still half naked.” You giggled when
his eyes widened at the sight of your lacy panties that he loved so much.

“Very bad…” He agreed as he let his eyes go from looking at
your thigh highs with the cat ear design to your lacy panties you were still
flashing him, his black and red nekoma jersey hanging on you just right. He
couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him when he noticed the plastic, but
blingy, cat ears that rested in your hair on a headband. “Even I’m not that
obsessed with cats, _____.” He teased as he reached up to pull your face to
meet his in a heated kiss.

From the hardening under the apex of your legs, you could
tell he liked what you were wearing. And he was well enough awake to enjoy what
you’d surprised him with. You licked your lips and leaned forward, your clothed
folds rubbing against his restrained cock, as you brought your hands up to rest
on either side of your face, tilting your head a bit. “Nyah~?” You smiled at
him cutely, laughing when he threw his head back with his own hearty chuckle at
your antics. Of course, you took that moment to lean forward further and press
open mouthed kisses against his throat, shivering when his hands moved from
your thighs to grip at your ass. You moaned quietly against the skin just under
his ear as his strong arms pulled you closer to him, being sure to drag you
slowly against his throbbing cock.

Kuroo grunted and pressed his fingers into your skin, one
hand snuck under his jersey and cupped your bare breast in his palm. You
whimpered and pulled your lips from his neck, tilting your head so you could
watch him attach his lips to your nipple over the smooth material. Your hips
rubbed against his as his fingertips twisted at your neglected nipple, and you
couldn’t help but pant quietly at how electrified your body felt under his
touch. “Such a dirty kitty, _____.” He smirked up at you from his spot against
your breast. You huffed and reached down between your pressed bodies, pulling
down his pants and boxers just enough to allow his cock to spring free.

“But I’m your dirty kitty, Tetsu~.” You whispered heatedly,
pulling his head up from your chest by the scruff of his hair so you could
press your lips against his to swallow his groan just has your other hand
stroked at his hard cock between your bodies. Kuroo groaned loudly into your
mouth as you continued to pump his length, and he quickly pulled his hand out
of his jersey to slip behind you, his other hand already holding your panties
off to the side. His long digits stroked along your folds, and you jolted back
from his lips in a gasp, gripping him in your hand a bit tighter in response.

His lips moved to rest against your ear as you laid your
forehead on his shoulder, your eyes watching how his cock was weeping with
precum from your hand working him. “That’s it, kitten… Watch as you jack me off
and ride my fingers…” He purred into your ear as he slipped a finger inside
your tight hole, reveling in your breathy moan and the way your walls clenched
around the intrusion. He let out a heavy groan as you swiped your thumb over
his tip, feeling your hand slightly trembling around him from you trying to
concentrate on making him feel good while his fingers worked you to your end.
But you wanted him inside you when you both fell over the edge.

You pulled his lips against yours once again, pulling your
hand away from his cock and dragging yourself closer so your clit rubbed
against his shaft, causing him to move his fingers from inside you and grip
your ass tightly. He swallowed your moans as you grinded against him for a few
moments, and in turn panted into your mouth before biting hard on your bottom lip
as he slipped inside you after one of your slides against him allowed his tip
to press into you. Kuroo pulled away from your lips to see he’d accidentally
drawn blood from your lip, quickly swooping back in and licking along your
wound, moving his hips against yours slowly to take your mind off the sharp
pain.

“Tetsu~…” You gasped quietly, wrapping your arms around his
neck and holding him close as you rode him, moving your hips against his,
feeling his length slide in and out of you with ease and making your body feel
on fire with how good he felt inside you. You tangled your fingers in his
unruly hair, closing your eyes tightly, “Oh, God…. Tetsu, right there… Please
don’t stop.” You whimpered loudly against his lips.

Kuroo smirked as he pulled away, burying his face in your
neck, “Let it out, Kitten… Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” He
murmured, one hand gripping your ass tightly under the material of his jersey
while his other gripped your thigh, feeling the soft fabric of the thigh highs
against his fingertips and repainting the image of what you’re wearing in the
forefront of his mind. He leaned back, dragging you down with him, and used the
new position to thrust up into you, rubbing against a spot inside you that made
you see stars.

Volume control was non existent whenever he asked to hear
you. “Ah~, Tetsu. You feel so good, baby. So damn good fucking me like this.
Ah, right there… Ah, please don’t stop~!” You pleaded, leaning up a bit as his
hand on your thigh went to grab at your ass like his other, his hips slapping
against yours. “F-fuck! You always know how to make me feel so good, Tetsu~!”
You scratched at his chest and stomach, feeling your walls quiver around his
throbbing cock. “Ah, shit, Tetsu.. I’m…. I… Ah..” You couldn’t even get the
words out with how his cock was sliding in and out of you, his shaft rubbing
just right against your clit. “F-fuck!” You cried out as you fell off the edge,
your nails digging into his skin. He hissed loudly and gave a hard thrust,
falling right after you, emptying his load into your tight hole and holding you
on his chest as you collapsed on top of him. Kuroo smirked contently and leaned
his head against yours on his shoulder. After a few seconds of the two of you
panting and trying to catch your breath, you couldn’t help the teasing smile
that lit up your face against his neck, “So…. I take it you like my outfit?” You
giggled, feeling his hands still holding onto your ass under his jersey.

He hummed, “Maybe… I think I need to get a view of it from
the back before I tell you definitely.” He squeezed your ass and smiled when
you laughed. You knew he wasn’t kidding. But then, you didn’t expect to clean
up after one round. Especially when you were dressed in his clothing and thigh
highs.

Whooo boy, these are hot, hot, hot!!

could you do the breakfast in bed for their partner with child(ren) with kageyama, tsukishima, and bokuto please? :) I l i v e f o r d o m e s t i c f l u f f

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I LOVED this prompt so much when I first posted it! Ah, memories lmao I’m so useless now! xD Ah well, I’ll try my hardest, sweetie! Domestic shit is what I LIVE for!!! Hopefully this will make up… partially… for what I’m about to do to Tobio in a different request…. – Admin Satori ❤

Oikawa/Kuroo/Akaashi Kageyama/Tsukishima/Bokuto

Kageyama Tobio

Hitomi (Blue eyes) – daughter (2)

It was the sound of pacing that woke you up from your deep sleep, your eyes struggling to open, weighing down from a head cold taking a toll on your body. You could barely move with how sick you were, so you were relying on your husband to take care of you, and your child. And you figured with all his pacing, he was trying to figure out his next steps. But the moment your eyes caught sight of who was doing the soft secondary pacing, you smiled fondly.

Kageyama was pacing the hallway outside the bedroom door, going this way and that as he tried to get everything in his arms to take back to you for your comfort and care. You could see in the dim light of the morning sun peaking through your blinds that his arms were filled with blankets and pillows. And of course, just the sight of that alone was enough to melt your heart, but what really did you in was the little shadow following his exact footsteps.

Your daughter, Hitomi, loved her daddy with all her little heart, and wanted to be exactly like him in everything he did. Her little legs struggled to make the long strides her father was making, but she managed to keep up with him quite well, always being right below his line of sight when he handed her something to carry. Right now, you could just barely see her messy black pigtails over the large pile of pillows in her arms.

Suddenly you sneezed, and Kageyama jumped almost 5 feet in the air in surprise. His deep blue eyes snapped to where you were leaning against your elbow on your bed, and before you could ward him away with the threat of catching your illness, he was right there next to you. His left hand took your free right hand in his and brought it to his lips, and you relished in the sight; he’d been so awkward when the two of you first started dating in high school, your remembered him barely being able to even walk properly if he tried talking to you at the same time. You closed your eyes for a few second, letting out a deep sigh, “What has you so worked up, Tobio? I told you it’s just a small cold… It’ll be gone in a few days.” You assured, pulling your hand from his and cupping his face, stroking your thumb over his cheekbone gently.

He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, “I know… But… What if it doesn’t?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in worry, thinking back to before you graced his life, knowing he’d only lose track of himself like he did back then; focusing only on his condition for volleyball and not really taking care of himself outside of that. You’d shown him he could be someone other than his teams setter, he could be both himself and a key player without having to give one or the other up.

You shook your head, your eyes catching the movement of a shadow at the edge of the bed by Kageyama’s legs. “Tobio, it’s not that serious, sweetheart. I’ve gotten sick before… I was sick when I was pregnant…” You raised an eyebrow at him, “Maybe you’re going to be a father again?” Your suggestion made his eyes widen before looking down at your flat belly.

“S-seriously?” He asked, and you smiled at the quiet excitement in his voice; He’d fallen in love at the sight of your daughter, who he now pulled onto the bed to rest between the two of you. “D… Do you know for sure?” His voice was soft, and you looked over at your bag from the store, you’d gone to get some pregnancy tests just before the illness had incapacitated you, but you hadn’t had the strength to actually take them yet. His eyes followed your line of sight, and his body stiffened, “You were going to check… Why didn’t you tell me?” He turned his eyes back to you, and you shrugged, not really expecting it to be a big issue. You’d checked last time without him. But then, last time you’d found out he’d been away at a game overseas.

“I didn’t want to get you excited…. Just in case it really was just a bug and not something more…” You sighed, reaching up and rubbing your eyes before looking down at your daughter, who was turning her attention to whoever was talking in your conversation. “Hitomi would have to really get used to the idea of a little sibling… She’s crazy about you, Tobio.. I don’t think she’d much care for having to share you attention.” You mused quietly before looking back up at your husband.

Kageyama’s small frown didn’t go unnoticed by you, of course. You remembered how he’d wanted to be by your side throughout everything when it came to your pregnancy with Hitomi, and you knew this ‘maybe baby’ was no different. Kageyama took pride in being a father and husband more than he cared for his national career as Japan’s primary setter!

“Tobio,” His eyes met yours without any barriers, and you could tell he was disappointed you hadn’t come to him first about what you thought was happening, “I love you, Tobio… And I wouldn’t do anything to hurt your feelings… I, honestly, was going to tell you.” You assured quietly, your hand cupping his cheek once again, “Hitomi… Can you give daddy a big hug? Please?” You requested, and Hitomi almost immediately was up on her feet with her little arms wrapping around her father’s neck.

Hitomi only knew a few words, not too many to make much sense, but she was very aware of everyones emotions around her. She buried her little face in her fathers neck and babbled quietly, saying ‘dada’ and ‘papa’ over and over in some places. You knew she didn’t know why her daddy was feeling sad, but she truly believed she could make him feel better with her hugs. The innocence of a child was something that would never cease to amaze you and Kageyama.

Kageyama wrapped his arms around his daughter, pressing his lips to her little ear and smiling when she squealed and pushed away from him suddenly, “Uh-oh! Tickle monster!” You smiled as Hitomi’s blue eyes widened in faux fear and she bounced off the bed, her little legs taking her around the corner of the room and into hers in record time. But he didn’t run after her, knowing she’s get sidetracked by her toys in her playroom. You let out a sigh and laid back down on the bed, closing your eyes when your head hit the pillow; You knew his eyes were on you, and you opened your arms, smiling when you felt him lay his head on your shoulder, one arm wrapping around your middle while the other laid on your belly ever so gently. “…. If I am pregnant…. Do you want it to be a boy or a girl?” You asked curiously, burying your nose into his hair and pressing your lips against his forehead.

“I want it to be healthy…” Kageyama said truthfully, and you nudged him with a small laugh, he smiled as he stared down at his hand on your belly, “_____, I don’t really mind the gender of the baby… As long as they’re healthy.” Your fingers stroked through his hair and you could feel his breathing getting deeper and deeper.

“I think I want a boy… A little clone of you.”

Kageyama was up suddenly, and you stared at him in surprise, not being able to ask him what was wrong before he was out of the room. You sat up, hearing for his movements before letting out a small laugh when you heard Hitomi’s squeal of surprise, then he was back in the room, getting comfortable in your arms again with Hitomi resting between your bodies. You smiled and turned your body to be able to face your beautiful family. Hitomi giggled and reached up, laying her hand on her fathers face and squishing his cheeks, her giggling rising in frequency as your husband made faces while she pushed and squished his cheek. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, again, but you knew the sickness was only starting if you truly were pregnant again. But oh…. How worth it it was when you held that little bundle in your arms for the first time.

Tsukishima Kei

Satoshi (Wise) – son (7)

Hikaru (Radiance) – son (5)

Being the only female in the Tsukishima household gave you some priority. Waking up, alone, but with your breakfast already made and placed beside you, was one of them. You blinked a few times, the smell of the freshly made chocolate waffles with fresh strawberries prompting your stomach to cramp in hunger. But so early in the morning, you didn’t want to do anything but sleep in. You carefully placed the tray on the side table beside the bed before curling up in your blankets and falling back asleep.

“Daddy… Mama didn’t eat her waffles.”

“Shhhh, Hikaru, let mommy sleep.”

A large hand stroked your hair out of your face, but the familiarity of it made you smile softly, feeling the bed dip twice before you felt a small body lay against you, their little head pressed against your chest and hearing how your heart slowly beat a little faster as you came back into the conscious world.

“Good Morning, beautiful.” Your husband whispered, and you gave him a sleepy smile, seeing how he just barely sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still cupping your face ever so softly. If there was one thing Tsukishima loved, it was watching you sleep. As embarrassing as it was, he claimed you never looked more peaceful than when you slept, and just the sight would make him forget whatever argument had taken place that previous day or whenever.

You hummed, “The world must be ending for you to be calling me beautiful so early in the morning.” You teased quietly, turning your head and kissing his palm softly before looking down at who occupied your chest, seeing your youngest son smiling up at you, blinding you with how completely radiant his smile was. “Oh my goodness, who let this ball of sunshine in the room?” You smiled back down at your baby, running your fingers through his short blond hair and letting out a small laugh when his cheeks were tinted with a soft pink.

“Good morning, mama!” Hikaru greeted happily, scurrying up from his place against your chest so he could wrap his arms around your neck, pressing his lips to the tip of your nose.

Tsukishima turned and sat next to you on the bed, letting his hand stroke through your hair slowly, knowing it took a while for you to actually wake up in the mornings. He’d been the one to actually do the cooking this morning, but it’d been the idea of your two sons to make it for you. And while he’d tried his best to keep the kitchen clean, having two sons made it practically impossible. “You feeling okay enough to eat?” Tsukishima asked calmly, pulling the tray from the side table to rest on his lap, “Because if not, I think I’ll just have to share it with Satoshi.” He smirked.

“But daddy! That’s for mommy!” Satoshi piped up from the doorway, and you saw he’d gone to clean his glasses from whatever mess awaited you in the kitchen. “I can’t eat what we made for her, that’s mean.” He whined as he climbed on the bed with the rest of his family, kneeling at the foot of your bed, not being able to really see much without his glasses on.

You looked up at your husband with a teasing smile, “Yeah, daddy, that’s for me!” You stuck your tongue out at him, laughing softly when he gave you a warning deadpan stare, remembering the last time you’d called him daddy you’d ended up getting pregnant with Hikaru. Slowly, you sat up, still holding Hikaru in your arms, nuzzling your nose into his little cheek and smiling when he giggled and nuzzled his own nose against yours. “Come here, Satoshi, come give mama some cuddles.” You pouted, reaching out an arm for your eldest to come closer.

Satoshi took a lot after his father. Blind as a bat and not very outwardly affectionate. There were few days after he’d become self aware that he’d voluntarily would cuddle with you or let you coddle him. There were points in time where he’d feel vulnerable and would need your comforting hand or your words of kindness, but very rarely would he actually reciprocate any sort of cuddling motions. But being half you, he had a lot of softness to his heart. He loved everyone as deeply as his little body would let him, it’s just his father’s hard outer shell made it hard for him to express it properly. Like now.

He pursed his lips and looked down at his glasses, making sure they were completely clean before putting them back on, pushing them up the bridge of his nose so his eyelashes were practically curling against the glass. His golden eyes glanced at his father, seeing how close his dad was to actually digging into the food, before he looked over at you, “But mommy, the food? Daddys gonna eat it all, and then you won’t have any left over.” He pointed out, trying to change the subject.

For now, you played his game. Leaning over, you laid your head on your husband bicep, “Hey… uh…. You’re not… thinking about…. Eating that…. Are you?” You asked cryptically, not being able to conceal your quiet giggles when you felt him tense at your slightly threatening tone, “Because… I don’t think those were meant for you….” You reaching over and took a strawberry from the top of the waffle stack, popping it into your mouth and winking at your husband when his eyes snapped to watch where the strawberry was being hauled off to. “I’m sure there’s something else I can give in exchange for the food though, Kei.” You smiled knowingly, sitting back up and patting your youngest son on the back softly, feeling him start to fall asleep from just being in your arms. Your little radiance easily tired himself out from the mornings happenings.

“Who’s to say I’ll agree to the exchange?” Tsukishima asked curiously, raising an eyebrow over at you when your eyes widened at his response, “What if I want the waffles more?” He pondered to himself, puling a small piece from the stack before popping it into his mouth quickly.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, “Liar.” You called easily, laughing when he let out a small huff at his bluff being founded so quickly. “Satoshi? Do you want some food? We can all share it!” You smiled over at your eldest, seeing his eyes squint at your suspiciously before he slowly crawled over to sit between you and your husband. While he was focused on pulling a piece free from the waffles, Tsukishima helping him make sure he didn’t make a complete mess of the meal, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to Satoshi’s temple.

He whined and looked up at you with puffed cheeks, crossing his arms after putting the waffle in his mouth, “Mommy! Why?” He let out a long sigh, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his perturbed face; almost an exact replica of his fathers. You smiled and wrapped your free arm around him, pulling him to your chest and nuzzling your nose against his head, “Nooooo, whyyyyy, Daddy! Help me!” He reached out to his father, but Tsukishima only smirked and waved ‘goodbye’ to his son.

“Ah, don’t act, my little Toshi, you know you love mommy!” You cooed, pressing a kiss to his forehead before just holding him in your arm, your other arm holding your sleeping son. You felt a chill go down your back as you realized Hikaru was actually drooling all over your collarbone as he snoozed. “Ah, Kei!” You whined, looking at your husband, who only smirked and waved you off, “Come on, he’s drooling all over me.” You pleaded, quiet laughter bubbling in your voice at how ridiculous this was getting.

“Sounds like a you problem.” Tsukishima teased, but his hands made quick work to put the tray off on the side table once more before he was pulling Hikaru out of your arms and into his, “Ah! No, wait! Regret. Why.” His voice was barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake up his son, but you couldn’t stop from laughing at his disgusted face, “How can something so small produce so much drool?”

“I don’t know, sounds like a you problem.” You shot back easily, wrapping both arms around your eldest son, feeling your heart warm when he relaxed in your arms and let you dote on him. “I think he’s dreaming of the waffles.” You mused, snorting when your husband gave you a sour look, “Let’s just hope he doesn’t dream about being potty trained all over again.” You teased, hiding your smile in your eldest sons hair when Tsukishima gave you a concerned look.

“That does sound like a you problem, daddy.” Satoshi smirked up at his dad, and Tsukishima’s eyes widened; It was like looking in a goddamn mirror.

Bokuto Koutarou

Koichi (Light/Shining First (child)) – son (7)

Shoji (Soaring Second (child)) – son (6)

Hideki (Splendid Opportunity) – son (4)

Tetsuo (Wise Hero) – son (3)

Aiko (Little love) – daughter (1)

Waking up in the Bokuto household was always a gamble. There were a number of things that could be wrong with how bountiful your family had grown, four sons and a single daughter… The messes were bound to be plentiful. Everyday was different from the other. Every day held a new adventure for you, for your children, for your husband.

But for now, opening your eyes to your year old daughter sitting in front of your face, her little hands pressing into your cheek and patting your forehead with the lightest of taps. You exhaled with a small smile on your lips, “Ah, Aiko… You escaped your crib once more.” You mused, reaching up and stroking her black hair out of her face, hearing her babbling away quietly as a way of responding to you. Turning to lay on your back, you pulled her to lay on your chest, her little head resting on your collarbone, chewing on her hand around her babbling. “The day has started…” You closed your eyes for just a second before they snapped open at the sound of your bedroom door slamming open.

“MOOOOOM! Hideki put baby powder in his hair!” Koichi, your eldest son, called, holding his little brother on his hip as best he could while walking into the bedroom, setting the younger boy on your bed. It was true, your second youngest son’s hair was covered in the baby powder, down to his very roots. Though he hadn’t been very precise in his aim, and a good amount had landed all over his face and shoulders.

You sat up, crossing your legs and setting Aiko in the space between your legs, reaching out and running your fingers through Hideki’s hair, “What in the world were you doing with the baby powder, Deki?” You asked with a fond smile, pulling your hand back to see it completely saturated in the powder.

“I wanna be like daddy!” He hollered, having absolutely no volume control. He thew his hands up in the air and cheered, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!!”, his wide golden eyes sparkling at the mere idea of becoming like his father.

“Like… daddy?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to figure out what he was trying to say. “Oh!” You couldn’t help but laugh, realizing the baby powder gave his hair the black and white pattern that your husband had sported ever since he learned how to dye his own hair. “Koutarou!” You called, knowing your husband could hear you wherever he was throughout the house.

Koichi stood in the middle of the room, his arms crossed as he gave his little brother the stink eye, but you knew his inner monologue was somewhere along the lines of ‘why didn’t I think of that???’. “I’m going to go clean up the mess he made.” He huffed, not liking that his chores had been added to just because the four year old wanted to copy their dad. He stomped off into the room where the crime had happened. “MOM!!” Came his voice not too long after he’d left, “Tetsuo got into it too!”

“You rang, Mrs. Bokuto?” Came your husbands cheerful voice as he walked into the room, having grabbed Tetsuo and your second son Shoji before they could make a mess of the whole house. He was covered in baby powder as well, and Shoji whined in his fathers arms when Tetsuo reached over with his powder covered hands and squeezed his older brothers face.

You raised an eyebrow at your husband, your eyes going from your powdered covered sons, to his black and white hair, then meeting his large golden eyes, “You’ve created a disturbance in this household.” You teased, picking up Aiko in your arms when you saw Bokuto’s arms move to toss the two in his arms onto the bed. “Koutarou! Why? Now there’s powder everywhere!” You whined, holding your daughter close to you so none of the white mess got on her. Shoji bounced once before scurrying away, dodging his father’s arms and ducking between his legs to go get his older brother. You could hear him laughing as he ambushed his older brother, then Koichi’s responding yell of distaste. “We’ve lost another one, Aiko.” You sighed, and Bokuto laughed at your dramatization of the small issue.

Tetsuo, your youngest son, bounced twice before he just laid there, staring up at the ceiling, for a few seconds. You figured he was trying to figure out how he’d ended up on the bed, but then he was up and jumping on the same bed within seconds, Hideki copying his movements and jumping up and down with his younger brother. Little Aiko saw the fun her older brothers were having and struggling in your arms, whining and babbling, pointing at her brothers and looking back at you with determination in her gold eyes.

“Noooooo, not you, too, Aiko! Traitor!” You pretended to cry out as the little baby broke free from your hold, wobbling on her legs on the bed before Hideki helped her stand up straight, holding her hand as they jumped together on your bed. You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrows at your husband, “Kou… Your children are far too rambunctious.” You huffed, watching as he took his space next to you on the bed, forcing yourself not to lean into his embrace as he pulled you into his arms, “No more. No more babies.” You sent him a playful glare, “They only make messes and eat all my food.”

Bokuto nodded thoughtfully, but the glint in his eyes made you struggle not to laugh, “MY children came from YOUR womb… soooo I think that makes them your kids, too.” He pondered, then pouted, “Whaaaat? You don’t want any more babies? Come on, ______. I can make it worth your while.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your ear, making your face feel like it’d been set on fire. “It’s fun making babies with you… Don’t you want another little bundle of joy?”

Biting your bottom lip, your forced out the memories of conceiving each of your children, trying not to let your memories show on your face as you whined and pushed against his chest, giggling when he nuzzled his nose against your neck, “Koutarou!” You laughed, “Those bundles of joy grow up into these little beasts!” You waved your hand to show your three youngest still jumping on the bed, your ears picking up on the sound of your two oldest running around the house; No doubt Koichi running away from Shoji as the latter tried to douse him in whatever was left of the baby powder. You looked up to see Bokuto looking at your children with only the sort of pride a father could feel. Yes, it was a messy house with messy children. Yes, there were days you wanted to pull your hair out and yell at all the boys in the house for being so psychotic. And of course, there were days you reminisced on sleepless nights with your husband before your children… But looking at your children jumping on the bed, hearing your other two running throughout the house, feeling your husbands supporting arms and hearing his heart beating in sync with yours, with your children. “Alright…” You smiled up at your husband, reaching up and stroking his cheek, internally laughing when you noticed some baby powder get smeared on his cheek and jaw, “Let’s have another.”

These are so cute!! I can totally see Bokuto having a brood of children!

Can I request a college au scenario where a girl suddenly asked Kuroo to be a nude model for her photography competition?? (I am melting just trying to imagine Kuroo posing nude) at first he wanted to be cool etc. but turns out the girl is interested in his dorky self and so she tries to make him laugh during photoshoot. Or it can be just a normal portrait (not nude) it is up to you!

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Okay… So for this one… I kinda stole the idea from a NatsuxLucy (Fairy Tail) fic I read a LONG time ago… And I really REALLy loved it…. So the fic I read was pretty lengthy and had a few angsty parts, but this will just be the condensed version, basically… I don’t really have too much time to make an entire fic haha! Thanks for Requesting! – Admin Satori ❤

Kuroo Tetsurou:

How in the hell were you supposed to do this assignment? Nude drawings? Of someone you knew? Someone who spoke to not only to your art form but to your very spiritual core? You huffed and tossed your paperwork off to the side, watching it slide just a bit out of the way and start to fall off the bench you were sitting on. You suddenly lunged for it, trying to grab just the edges when suddenly a large hand appeared on the other end of the paperwork, catching it just in time. Your wide eyes slowly traveled up the toned arm to meet a pair of golden eyes. “T-Tetsurou?” You blinked in surprise, not having expected him of all people to be attending the same school as you.

Kuroo smiled, “_____! Hey, how’ve you been?” His voice was calm, testing the waters of whatever acquaintance he still had with you. You’d grown up with Kuroo, had dated him for a few months back in middle and early high school. But things had gotten in the way, and the two of you had slowly lost touch over the years….

Try as you may, date as many guys after him as you had…

Yet, your heart still belonged to him.

“I’m doing great! Wow, it’s been a long time.” You smiled fondly up at him, barely seeing his hand place your items back on the bench within reach. “You have classes here? I would have thought the big shot you are would have gone on to be Tokyo’s greatest volleyball player!” You teased, knowing he’d, at one point, truly dreamed of becoming a national player.

His hand waved you off and you couldn’t help but laugh softly, “I’m nearly 24, ____. I can’t be daydreaming of the national team that never will be.” Kuroo chuckled, “They’re loss really.” He shrugged before taking a seat next to you, your school bag being the only thing separating the two of you on the bench. “What’s all this then?” He asked, pulling your assignment back from your bag and reading it over. Your eyes widened and quickly took the paper from him, not wanting him to see the embarrassment you’d have to be put through.

“Nothing…. Just a dumb assignment…. You know… I need a few electives before graduation is even a possibility…. So I thought ‘why not take art? It’ll be easy!’”

“And you got slapped in the face with the nude drawing assignment?” He raised a dark eyebrow at you, and, still, you didn’t meet his gaze, your cheeks dusted in a light blush. “I’ll do it for you.” He offered suddenly, and your eyes immediately snapped to meet his, “I’ll be your model.” He smirked at you, leaning towards you, squishing your backpack between his thigh and yours, “You just have to try not to fall in love with what you see.”

You laughed and pushed him away playfully, “You’re so dumb.” You mumbled before shaking your head and standing up with your things, “I couldn’t ask that of you, Tetsurou… Although we may have dated for a few months, you know as well as I do that neither of us saw each other naked, so I don’t know if I’d be too comfortable with that.” You admitted easily, moving your backpack to your chest to be able to put your paperwork back in it’s proper place.

He stared up at you from beneath his dark lashes, and your breath stilled in your throat from the intense sight. What you wouldn’t give to actually draw that stare of his and keep it for yourself. The project be damned. But his smirk made your mind clear and remind yourself that he wasn’t exactly the serious type, he didn’t really seem like he’d let you live down drawing him in all his glory. And if you drew him wrong? Sketched something completely different than how it was? Forget ever being able to think without his teasing and mocking. You knew he wasn’t saying anything for a reason. He was trying to smolder you into agreeing and have him be your model. And for fuck sake if it wasn’t working.

Sighing in defeat, knowing this was going to be one hell of a project, you closed your eyes and nodded, “Fine, Tetsurou… you can be my model.” You mumbled, “Be at my apartment around 8 next Monday… and we can get started.”

Next Monday came, and while Kuroo was undressing in your ‘art studio’, which was just a section of your bedroom that you’d designated with the best lighting for your art, you were quietly panicking in the bathroom.

The week between meeting him since high school and today had blurred past you in a series of small dates with the stranger turned close friend. He’d taken you for coffee, dinner, lunch, he’d buy your breakfast and he’d even run errands for you. You couldn’t fathom why either! You couldn’t even tell if he was confused that this was simply a project and not something you’d planned to get him back.

But each and every one of his actions towards you, his favors, his running your errands… his thoughtfulness towards you, it filled you with hope. Maybe you two would get back together.

A knock at the door scared you out of your delusions and you looked towards it with wide panicked eyes. “____? You ready to sketch this perfection?” Kuroo called through the door and you wanted to smack that smirk out of his voice. Maybe you didn’t want the two of you to get back together after all.

“I’m coming.” You called back lamely, taking a deep breath and washing your face in water before opening the door. He stood just outside the doorway, his right hand leaning on the wood of it while his left hand held a towel in place around his waist. You had to pause for a moment, blinking a few times to try to make sense of what it was you were supposed to be doing again. How could someone so infuriating and annoying be so… goddamn attractive? He smiled down at you, his black hair as messy as ever and covering half his face. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from drooling before maneuvering around him as best you could, “Come on, the assignment is due next week.” You reminded, forcing yourself from looking back at him and feel your insides warming at how fluidly and perfectly, even gracefully, his body moved as he followed you.

“You have time… I mean.. I’m not really sure how thought out this project needs to be, but all that’s left now is you to actually draw me…” He shrugged, following your instruction as you placed him on your rented model stand, moving him around to best suit your art style. He watched you closely, even when you turned his head to best fit what form you were going for, and the way your eyes focused so intensely on his bare skin made his heart almost beat out of his chest. He still loved you. Years later, and you were still on his mind, running through his dreams, reminding him to better himself. He wanted you back, he truly did – that’s why he’d taken up this opportunity to be your model… So he could spend his days with you while his dreams were filled with you during the night.

Finally the moment for his towel to be removed came and your hands shook as you reached for the fabric – his only cover from your eyes. His eyes watched you intensely, and you couldn’t help but notice the small blush on his cheeks as your hand made contact with the towel, the slightest pressure making his usually calm nerves suddenly become erratic. You suddenly cleared your throat before pulling the towel from his waist, tossing it behind you so as not to hide from the entire view of his body.

You didn’t really know what you’d been expecting. He was a tall young man, dark bedhead hair, long long legs that you felt went on forever, everything about him was relatively big… And his penis was no different. While the moment called for embarrassment, Kuroo was thankful he wasn’t sporting a hard on with your first viewing of all of him. But he knew the more you looked at it, the more self conscious he’d become about his size and his exposure.

Realizing the moment was becoming a bit more embarrassing than an artist needs to make it for their model, you stepped back, tilting your head this way and that to make sure everything looked in place. Everything. The assignment asked for an organic type of pose, not something completely robotic and mechanical looking. Sighing, you sat down and pulled the paper close to you, getting ready to work your magic. “Okay…. Tetsurou…” You called quietly, seeing his golden eyes trained on you still, “Don’t move.” You instructed, seeing his lips quirk in a small smirk before you were focused on getting his exact likeness in your drawing.

“This just looks absolutely awful…” You groaned into your hands after closing your journal. It’d been a whole week since he first came to pose for you, and almost every day since you’d worked endlessly on the art piece so it was absolutely perfect. You’d barely had any sleep, and you were wearing yourself almost completely ragged; Kuroo saw this, and not only felt enormously guilty for not being the perfect model, but also felt concerned over your dedication. Were you putting this much effort just because it was him? Or did you give this much of yourself in all of your pieces? When you both had reunited a little over a week ago, you’d spoken of the class as if it was something to laugh at, so he figured you’d just half ass it and turn it in…

He looked over at you, breaking his pose and seeing you visibly shaking. Kuroo integrally panicked before grabbing the towel to wrap around his waist and walk over to you. He took a seat next to you and let his right arm rest on the other side of your body as he nudged you with his shoulder, “No way – if you’re the artist, I’m sure it’s perfect!” He tried to encourage, but couldn’t really formulate what exactly he wanted to say. His left hand reached for the journal, but you slapped it away. His hand recoiled and he gave you a shocked expression, “What? I can’t even see it?”

You shook your head, “No. It’s completely just a mess… I can’t get your likeness at all.. Every time I try… It’s like my hand automatically reverts to cartoons and hard lines…” You whined, tossing your head back and feeling only a little surprise when the base of your head came into contact with his shoulder. You groaned and closed your eyes, “I think I’m just going to drop the class… Then I can take something better or easier – it’s just an elective anyway…” You muttered, your frown slowly turned into a pout and you crossed your arms over your chest; Now you were just being childish.

Kuroo smiled down at you, and before he could actually think about what he was doing… His lips were gently pressed against your pouting ones. You only tensed for a moment, having not expected him to make his move at this juncture of your struggling, but in the next second you were kissing him back. No one said anything, there was no apologies for inviting himself into your personal space, and there was no hesitation or rejection coming from your end. It’s almost as if the two of you just continued where you’d left off back in high school.

Only…. He was still naked.

You don’t know when or how this had happened; when you’d fallen for him all over again, so easily, without any fear. But you had. You’d always loved him, but falling in love with him all over again had definitely been an adventure for the both of you. An unexpected turn in your lives, two souls finding one another again after time apart. And you were completely positive your hearts and your souls would continue to find each other – no matter how many times the two of your separated.

The morning light streamed through your blinds right into your eyes, and you inhaled suddenly as you were pushed into the conscious world. You blinked a few times, holding your hand in the way of the sunlight so your eyes were thrown in the shade once more, trying to get your bearings. You closed your eyes again, feeling your body come into your senses once more, feeling soreness.

Soreness…

Your eyes snapped open and you sat up in your bed, looking down at your body as the sheet fell away to reveal your decorated skin. The decorations being hickies and bruises. You blinked, not understanding what it was you were currently seeing, not understanding what you’d just done with the person sleeping in the bed next to you…

Turning your head, you finally realized someone was sleeping next to you. As peaceful as ever, Kuroo slept while facing you, his left arm thrown out and resting over your waist while his other was bunched up under the pillow under his head, his lips were a little bruised and slightly parted; You could hear his steady breath as he continued to dream, his lips twitching into a serene smile now and then, and you wondered what it was he was dreaming about. Though, you had an idea of what it could be. His hair, as bedhead as it usually is, was actually pushed back from his face while he slept, making his expression look all the more relaxed with the new reveal of the right side of his face.

Something was running through your veins, and you reached over him as quietly and discreetly as you could to grab your sketching journal. Sitting back, keeping his arm on your waist, you focused all your energy into drawing his likeness into the paper; the only sound in the morning light being the scratching of your pencil on the paper, and yours and Kuroo’s combined breathing. Though, focusing so much on your drawing, you noticed you were holding your breath most of the time. Motivation wasn’t what pushed you – it wasn’t even inspiration… It was something more. Something stronger that pulled your hand over the paper, getting all his angles and gentle curves – every point in his messy hair to the very delicate curvature of his lips and eyelashes.

The final product was… There were no words for how not only perfect it’d come out, but for how the picture you’d drawn almost completely mirrored the peaceful man beside you. You placed your journal and drawing utensils off to the side of the bed, knowing your class wasn’t until later that day, before curling up in the blankets once more, scooting as close to Kuroo as you dared. But you didn’t have to worry about waking him up by getting too close, because once he’d felt you start to stir, he pulled you close to his body with the arm that was laying on you. You tensed just the slightest, waiting for some teasing remark from him or even some snarky confidence – but the only thing you heard was a content exhale. You closed your eyes and let your ear rest against his chest, hearing his heart beating strong in his chest. And you realized…

His heart beat matched yours – exactly. In every way possible. You felt connected to this man in more than just the physical sense. You felt it spiritually. You felt his soul entwining with yours, and you knew you could overcome anything as long as he was by your side.

Your teacher said you’d mastered the assignment.

Edit: So I realized after making the entire scenario that the request was for PHOTOGRAPHY!!!!!….. I done goofed!!!!! Uuughhh But I hope you like it, sweetheart!!! Please accept my apologies!!!! 

I love this and I think it works better somehow as a sketch instead of photography. Really well done!

Scenario of Hyuuga now a coach of a high school team (can be Seirin if you want) and his cute wife brings him his forgotten bento. Hope it’s not too specific!

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Coming right up @vball-baes-bball-babes! It’s short but I hope you enjoy it!

“Again!” Hyuuga commanded again as soon as his players reached the court line. His eyes trailed each player as they ran at their own pace, hearing echoes of their pants throughout the gym as they abruptly stopped at the beginning line. “Again!”

As the new generation of Seirin’s basketball players sprinted across the court, Hyuuga noticed some of the boys look towards the door behind him. He turned to find you with a smile. Hyuga smiled at you as you walked towards him with a wave. The Seirin basketball players began to loudly pant as they finished their run.

“Okay, five-minute break. Go!”

“Yes, Coach!” the team responded just before they ran off even faster than their sprints. Their water bottles were calling them more than finishing the sprints wholeheartedly.

You giggled to see your husband shake his head. “Don’t be so hard on them right now. It is the first week of practice.”

“Go ahead and say that in front of Riko and see how she responds. She’ll think I’m even weaker than I was in high school,” Hyuuga scoffs. His eyebrows raise to see the bag you held behind you. “What’s that?”

“You forgot your bento, so I brought it to you,” immediately, you pouted. “Just how busy have you been that you forgot to eat lunch?”

Hyuuga flinched with a nervous smile. It grew even timider when you began to scowl. Your body leaned closer with the plastic bag up but your scowl would not leave, even as Hyuuga rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish laugh. Your growl became more intimidating.

Wives were scary.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Hyugga protested in a hushed tone. You had to hold back your small laugh when Hyuuga’s cheeks became pink. He would look to his players that snickered then back to you. As he snatched the plastic bag swiftly, Hyuuga snapped to his players with a pointing finger. “Time to lift weights, go!”

Immediately, every player groaned as they ran to the weight room.

You laughed. As Hyuuga turned to you with a pout, you grasped his shoulder and stood taller. The softness of your plump lips against his cheek made his cheeks turn to a bright red.

“H-Hey, I told you not in front of the players,” Hyuuga grumbled. Your husband was the cutest ever. As you kissed his cheek again, a smile shyly appeared.

“That’s why you sent them to the weight room, right?” you teased, poking Hyuuga’s nose.

Suddenly, Hyuuga wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him. The two of you laughed together when your lips pressed tightly against each other. Your eyes met as your foreheads pressed against each other. The aura of the gym changed from hectic and cold to comforting and content. Hyuuga could never admit it, but it was obvious his world could change in seconds.

“Thank you. I’ll see you at home, okay?” Hyuuga said as before kissing your lips lightly again.

You lightly pressed your lips against his with a small laugh. “Hurry home, okay dear?”

Awwwww!!!! Thank you, this is so cute!!! I simply adore Hyuuga and this was a pleasant surprise to get tonight!

First Photographs [Kasamatsu Yukio]

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Kasamatsu could
barely keep his eyes focused on the large movie screen displayed before
him, most of his focus going towards fighting the heated blush
threatening to devour his face. Though his upper body was as stiff as
stone, his lower body was shaking almost violently and he was quickly
becoming a vibrating mess in his seat. A shrill screech from the
overhead speakers resonated within the theater and Kasamatsu jumped in
his chair. Though, it wasn’t from the movie being played. No, he had
jumped because, at that exact moment, [Name] had decided to quickly grip
at his arm, pulling it towards her body in her own shaking fear.
Glancing over at her, Kasamatsu could see her wide, worried eyes
transfixed on the movie screen as if she were trapped in a spell. Her
lips were pressed in a thin line and her knuckles had started to turn
white from how hard she was gripping him. He could feel the edges of her
nails prodding at his skin through the sleeves of his team jacket.

“Please don’t go in there,” she weakly whispered to herself, urging the movie’s main actress to stay away.

Turning
his attention back to the movie screen, Kasamatsu tried hard to
remember why he had suggested a movie date in the first place. He had
overheard a few of his classmates talking about the newest horror film
out in theaters and couldn’t help but eavesdrop when they mentioned
taking their own girlfriends to the movie. Upon hearing how their girls
had been clinging to them the entire time, Kasamatsu decided that he
would give it a try. It’s not like he had any better ideas anyway. As
soon as basketball practice had ended that day, he promptly picked her
up from her home and walked with her to the theaters.

“Tch.”

Kasamatsu
gave off the small noise upon feeling [Name] lace her fingers with his
own in a desperate attempt to calm herself. The plan had worked
splendidly, yielding the exact results Kasamatsu had hoped for: his
girlfriend was definitely a quaking mess in need of his comfort.
However, the poor Kaijou captain had neglected to add his own nervous
habit into the mix when thinking about the plan. Now that it was
actually in action, Kasamatsu could do nothing but freeze whenever her
small hands brushed up against him. He had also become a quaking mess,
but it wasn’t due to the blood and gore that were artistically displayed
on the screen.

“K-Kasamatsu-kun,” [Name] whispered, turning in her seat so she could face him better.

Looking
down at her from the corner of his vision, Kasamatsu noticed how her
eyes danced back and forth between his face and the screen. He turned
his upper body as well, giving her his full attention. Shakily, [Name]
opened her mouth to speak, but just as she was about to talk the sound
of a motor revving up and an evil cackle boomed throughout the theater.
[Name] screamed instead, causing a chain reaction as multiple other
people in the audience screamed as well. Feeling an embarrassed flush
rise to her cheeks, [Name] hid her face in Kasamatsu’s shoulder and
squeezed her eyes shut. Kasamatsu stiffened at the contact. He hoped she
wouldn’t be able to hear his heart practically beating through his
ribcage.

He felt bad for dragging [Name] to this type of movie,
but he hadn’t known she would react this way. Feeling a blush worm its
way onto his face, he leaned a bit closer to her. “W-We can leave n-now…
If you want,” he whispered, his larger hand squeezing hers.

Receiving
a quick nod from the first year, Kasamatsu gathered up the drinks they
had purchased for the movie before standing from his seat. Luckily the
pair had decided to sit in the back of the theater, upon [Name]’s
request, closer to the doors. She had probably seen this sort of outcome
being the result of their movie date and didn’t want to bother the
other moviegoers when they would inevitably leave during the middle of
the show.

“Let’s go,” Kasamatsu grunted as he felt [Name] curl her arm around his.

Making
their way out of the dark room, Kasamatsu dumped their drinks into a
rubbish bin near the doorway before leading [Name] to the main lobby of
the theaters. The lobby was much more brightly illuminated than the room
they had just been in and Kasamatsu found himself squinting a bit as
they walked through it. There were still crowds of people in the movie
theater lobby, some of them hanging around and chatting about movies
they had just finished, others standing in line as they waited to order
their snacks, and even more standing idly around as they waited for
their own movie to start. Kasamatsu grimaced as he tried to make his way
through the crowd. Eventually, the mass of people had become so thick
that [Name] had to relinquish her hold on his arm and settle for
latching her hand to his, making it easier for them to weave through.

“A-Ah, Kasamatsu-kun, wait!”

[Name]
called out after her boyfriend when, at one point in their journey
towards the front door, their hands had separated to allow passing
children run by. Before she knew it, a small wave of people had taken
that break as their cue to walk in front of the girl, causing her to
lose sight of Kasamatsu altogether. Feeling a slight panic, [Name] tried
to walk around the crowd and see if she could find the older teen, but
she only ended up getting more lost within the sea of people. After a
minute, she decided to walk in a straight line. Eventually she would hit
a wall and she could work her way towards the exit where the two would
hopefully meet up.

“Whoa, so old school,” she breathed out once she had made her way passed the crowd and to the opposite wall.

Standing
before her was an old photo booth; the kind that only took black and
white pictures and would print them out four at a time. She found
herself fascinated by the slightly old piece of technology, its
weathered corners and vintage style intriguing her. The curtain that
separated the inside of the booth from the outside theater surrounding
it was a dingy red color, stained from years of use and torn at the
edges. Reaching a hand out, she felt the rough fabric between her
fingers and tugged on it slightly. It felt loose and [Name] was sure she
could tear the entire thing off with one strong tug.

“There you
are.” A sudden hand clapped down on her shoulder and [Name] had to fight
the urge to scream. Looking up at her sudden companion, she sighed
mentally in relief when she saw Kasamatsu standing before her with a
worried expression etched in his face. He jerked his head in the
opposite direction, eyes glancing between hers and the exit. “Come on,
the door’s this way.”

“Wait, can we do this first?”

“E-Eh?”
Kasamatsu looked at the old photo booth that stood tall behind [Name].
It had definitely seen some better days and looked like it was about
ready to shut down any minute. “R-Really? D-Do we have to?”

“Please?
Oh, please, please, please,” [Name] begged, clasping her hands together
in front of her face as a small grin broke out onto her features.
“Besides, you owe me for taking me to such a scary movie. I nearly died
in that theater. A few pictures isn’t going to hurt.”

Kasamatsu
frowned slightly, but nodded nonetheless, earning himself an excited
squeal as [Name] dragged him into the booth after her. It was quite
small in there and the third year felt the heat of a blush creep onto
his face as he was forced to stand extra close to the girl in order to
get within the cameras sights. After inserting money into the machine,
[Name] turned towards the taller male and poked him in the cheek.

“Make sure you smile, okay?”

Kasamatsu
nodded and the pair turned forward to face the camera. [Name] gave her
best grin, her smile going wide and reaching up to her eyes as she held
onto Kasamatsu’s arm. She leaned closer to him and he bent down a bit to
get closer to her, his own barely present smile on his face. His brows,
however, were furrowed in slight confusion and annoyance. He hoped this
ordeal would end quickly.

The machine clicked and a bright flash
blinded the couple for a second, leaving black and white spots in their
vision. It started counting down again and [Name] made quick work of
getting into another pose. Kasamatsu mentally sighed, staying in the
same position as before. Another click and another flash. They were
halfway done.

Suddenly, Kasamatsu could feel the front of his
basketball jacket being forcefully tugged downward. He followed suit,
not wanting his jacket to be damaged and barely registering another
flash of the camera as he stared at the mischievous grin plastered on
[Name]’s face.

“Last picture,” she said, tugging the tall male even closer.

Kasamatsu’s
eyes widened and his face and ears turned red as [Name] pulled him into
a kiss, her own eyes shut in merriment. As their lips locked, Kasamatsu
heard the shutter of a camera and saw the bright light of the flash go
off in the corner of his eye. The screen started to play a short
animation as it printed their pictures.

“You could at least kiss
me back,” [Name] mumbled against his lips before pulling away with a
cheeky grin. She poked his cheek once again before stooping low to pick
up the photos the machine had just deposited through a slot. There were
two sets, one for her and one for him. “Oh well, maybe next time.”

Giving
him his set of photos and pushing the still frozen in shock male out of
the booth, [Name] latched her hand into his and led him towards the
exit of the theaters. By now the crowd had thinned out significantly and
they both had an easier time walking passed the strangers. As they
walked and Kasamatsu recovered from his embarrassed daze, he couldn’t
help but notice that [Name] had begun fiddling with her cell phone.

“W-What are you doing?” He asked as he watched her remove the clear case from around her phone.

“I
want to put the photographs in my phone case,” she answered, placing
the photos face down in the case before snapping it back into place
against her phone. She showed it to him, grinning. “Now I can see you
even whenever I want to.”

Kasamatsu sputtered as he looked at the
embarrassing photos displayed proudly in her phone. He started to
complain, telling her how she could’ve chosen better pictures, but she
only responded by childishly sticking her tongue out. Red in the face,
he declared that he would steal her phone later and destroy the evidence
before anyone else could see it.

They both knew he wouldn’t dare.

{EXTRA}

“Eh?! Hey, [Name], is this you and bushy brows?!”

Said
girl paused her conversation with Kawahara midsentence as she looked
over to Kagami. The obnoxiously loud redhead had her cellphone in his
hands, pointing accusingly at the photos she had displayed in her case.

“What?
No way, [Name]-chan and Knee-Socks-senpai?” Koganei asked as he too
went to go look at the photographs on her phone. “Wow, I didn’t know
you’d display something so risqué on your phone, [Name]-chan.”

“H-Hey,
wait,” [Name] stuttered, blushing at the odd nicknames her friends were
giving her boyfriend. She was starting to regret visiting Seirin’s
basketball practice as the rest of boys and Riko cooed and wolf whistled
at the pictures. Her plan of embarrassing Kasamatsu with the pictures
had backfired and now she was the one slowly regretting ever stepping
foot in that booth. [Name] could only hang her head and cover her cheeks
in embarrassment at the treatment she now received.

Somewhere in Kaijou, Kasamatsu was sneezing.

So funny and cute!!