Happy Birthday from Suga-Pie!

In honor of the birth of the lovely @setter-crush-central here
is a fluffy, romantic birthday scenario with Sugawara Koshi!

The ringing of your cell phone wakes you from a lovely
slumber, a groan pulling from your lips when you notice it’s still slightly
dark outside. Who in the world would call you this early? Picking up the phone,
it’s light so blinding you’re unable to see who’s calling, you answer groggily,
“Hello?”

“Rise and shine beautiful,” Koshi’s way too chipper voice
says from the other end.

“Koshi, do you know what time it is?” you moan, rolling onto
your back.

“Yep, it’s time for you to get up! You have exactly one hour to get ready before I’m at your
house to steal you away, no matter your state of dress. So I suggest you get
moving!”

“You’re such a brat,” you grumble but your tone is laced
with endearment, a smile on your face he can hear in your voice.

“Yes, but you love me anyway,” he quips back. “Now hurry up,
I’ll see you in an hour.” He hangs up and you snort; he can be such a pest
sometimes but he isn’t lying. You love him anyway.

Rolling out of bed, you stumble to the bathroom. As you dry
off from your shower, you realize you forgot to ask what you should be wearing
so you shoot a text to your boyfriend before turning on the hair dryer. A few
seconds later you receive a reply: Something
comfortable, most likely would be best to wear layers. T-minus thirty minutes!

Rolling your eyes, you shoot an emoji of the same expression
receiving one with its tongue stuck out in return that makes you laugh.

Hair dried, you pick out dark denim jeans, tennis shoes and
your favorite shirt, throwing over it a sweatshirt you stolen from Suga when
you first started dating. When you finish applying your makeup, you send
another text asking if you should eat breakfast before he arrives.

Of course not! What
kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make sure you were well nourished?

You shake your head, making your way to the kitchen to wait
for him. At preciously one hour since the time he called you there is a knock
at the door. Opening it you find your pretty (he hates that you call him that
but you do anyway because it’s true) boyfriend standing on your porch with a bouquet
of your favorite flowers and a backpack on his back.

Smiling, you take them, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks,”
you say before turning away to put them in a vase with water. That done, you
turn back to him. “So, where to first?”

“First, food,” he answers, taking your hand and tugging you
towards the door.

“Wait, I have to leave a note for my parents,” you say but
he shakes his head.

“I already told them our plans to make sure it was ok that I
stole you for the whole day,” he says and you smile; he’s so considerate.
Following him out, you lock the door and the two of you make your way down the
quiet, lamp lit streets. Soon enough you’ve arrived at a little café the two of
you have dubbed “your place” as it is the location of your first ever official date.
You’ve been coming here consistently throughout the length of your relationship,
their breakfasts one of the best in town.

“I thought about taking you somewhere new, you know, because
it’s your birthday and all, but I figured it would be better to take you where
I know you love the food,” Suga says as he pulls out your chair. You sit down,
not even needing to look at the menu.

You both order your favorite breakfasts, then looking across
the table smile at each other.

“So far so good,” you say playfully tapping the top of his
hand.

It doesn’t take long for your food to arrive since you’re
the first customers of the day. You actually had no idea this place opened so
early. As your piping hot breakfast is set before you, your mouth waters.
Giving thanks for the food, you both dig in, chatting idly about everything and
nothing as you often do.

Once the meal is over and Suga has paid, he takes your hand
again. You love that he always holds your hand no matter where you are. At
school, on the train, watching a movie, his hand consistently seeks yours,
threading your fingers together and maintaining a firm grip.

Your second stop is atop of hill where Koshi pulls out a
blanket from his bag. Setting it down, he sits, motioning for you to follow.
Once you are seated, he scoots right up next to you, wrapping his arm around
your shoulders.

“And, here we go, in three…two…one,” he says lowly. As he
ends, the sky begins to shift in color from light indigo to faded violet, then
pink, then orange. The sun crests the horizon, gold flashing across the
buildings of Torono Town, your vantage giving you a perfect view. You don’t
realize you’ve been holding your breath until your chest burns prompting you to
exhale. It’s been so long since you saw a proper sunrise.

“You light up my life,” Koshi says and you turn to look at
him, “even in my darkest times you’ve lit up my world with colors and beauty.”

“You’re so cheesy,” you whisper but you’re blushing.

Nuzzling your nose, he murmurs back, “You know you love it.”

The two of you turn your attention back to the scene before
you, Koshi with his arm still around you and your head on his shoulder. After a
few more minutes, he shifts and you look at him again.

“Ready for the next surprise?” he asks and you nod.

Standing up, he extends his hand and helps you to your feet.
Packing up the blanket, he slings the bag onto his back before taking your
hand.

You walk together to the train station. After a couple hours,
you arrive in the Yamanashi Prefecture.

Koshi hurries you along, clearly excited to spring his
surprise. Rounding a corner, you see a bus.

“What are we doing?” you ask as you board, Koshi showing
tickets to the host.

“Fruit picking and lunch at Kiyogato Kogen Hotel,” he
responds grinning.

You smile widely; this is something you’ve never done before
and you’re thrilled he picked an activity that will give you the whole day
together experiencing something new.

The rest of the day is spent window shopping, fruit picking
and eating some of the most delicious food you’ve ever tasted while meeting new
and fun people who are on the tour as well. Koshi is smiling his beautiful
smile the whole time, it getting bigger whenever he sees you really enjoying
yourself.

By the time you return to the train to go home, you’re full,
sleepy and happy. As you approach your door, you turn to face Koshi.

“Thank you for a wonderful birthday,” you say and kiss him
lightly.

“It’s not over yet,” he whispers then throws open the front
door.

“SURPRISE!!!”

Inside are all of Karasuno’s volleyball team, including
Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei along with your parents and a handful of your
other friends from school.

Looking at Koshi, your eyes wide, you splutter out, “How…when…you…”

“What? Did you think you’d get away with just celebrating
with him?” Noya-san asks loudly.

“Yeah, since when do we pass up an opportunity for fun and
food?” Tanaka pipes in with a laugh.

You grin wider, moving forward to greet each friend with a
large hug. Soon the party is in full swing, talking, laughing and more eating
taking place. You’re surprised you have room for any more food, but your mom
made your favorites so you can’t pass them up.

After all the presents are opened and the guests properly
seen on their way, you hug Koshi tightly, kissing him a bit longer. “This has
been the best birthday ever,” you sigh.

“One last thing,” he says reaching in his back pocket. Moving
his hand forward, he presents a long, thin box, wrapped with a red bow. Opening
it, you find a necklace with your birth stone hanging on it.

“Oh Koshi, it’s beautiful,” you breathe out. He takes it
from your hand, turning you around so he can put it on you.

When you look back at him, he smiles. “Now it’s beautiful,”
he replies. Leaning forward he kisses you once more before saying, “Sleep well
my love, I’ll see you at school on Monday. I love you.”

As you lay your head on your pillow, you fall asleep with a
smile on your face. You’re so happy to be loved by so many people but you feel
luckiest to be loved by Koshi.

Like I said, fluff!!!! I hope you enjoyed it and that you
have a super awesome birthday!! Also, I got the idea of the date when looking
for romantic things to do in Japan. Here is the link to the site I found with a
description of the outing.

The kissing prompt with KnB Akashi and his fem s/o please??? 42, 47, & 51… Sorry if that’s a lot lol I figured maybe you could somehow combine the threee into a scenario since they kind of go together? If you can’t then just choose 1 of the 3! ^^ In need of some Akashi love rn, gotta love the emperor. Thank you!! ^^

Hi yzzy-gggg, thank you for the requests! I think
you’re right and these string together well. I agree the emperor could use some
love on this page and I hope you enjoy.

Seijuro Akashi – Kisses #42, #47, #51

#47: moving around while kissing, stumbling over
things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

#42: Kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s
lap

#51: hands on the other person’s back, fingertips
pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of
bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp

As you approach the Akashi Manor butterflies whirl
about in your stomach. It’s not every day you enter the dwelling of modern day
royalty. Smoothing your skirt for the hundredth time that morning, you stand
poised at the door, reaching toward the doorbell.

Its clear tone sounds through the hallway, signaling
to Seijuro you’ve arrived. Eyeing the clock, he’s pleased to note you’re early.
Punctuality is something he appreciates.

Outside you fidget as you wait, palms slightly
sweaty. It’s not just nerves of where you are, it’s who you’re about to see and be working with. Of all the people for
your teacher to assign you to work with it just had to be the one boy in the
entire school who utterly intimidates and captivates you. The door opens
revealing a butler in full suit.

He extends a surprisingly friendly smile. “Ah, you
must be miss ______-san, the young master is in the study. If you will please
follow me.”

You enter, trying to keep your expression from
showing the awe you feel for the beauty of Akashi-san’s home.

“May I take your coat?” the butler asks.

“Um, yes, thank you,” you reply allowing him to
remove it.

“This way,” he continues after hanging it up.

Your steps echo through the massive hallway, your
eyes trailing over all the exquisite artwork. In little time, you’ve reach the double
doors of what you presume is the study as your escort stops. He taps so gently
you wonder if anyone could possibly hear but a firm, “Enter,” confirms he has
been. He opens both doors, drawing back and ushering you forward with a bow and
extension of his arm.

“Young master, miss _____-san to see you,” he
announces. He stands again, ready at attention.

“Thank you, Tekkan, you may go,” Akashi-san says as
he rises from his seat. As the door shuts, you bow slightly.

“Good morning, Akashi-san,” you offer, thankful your
voice isn’t shaking.

“Good morning, _______-san, thank you for being willing
to come all this way. Normally I would say we could meet after school but I’m
sure you know I’m exceptionally busy preparing for the Winter Cup.”

You nod, working hard to maintain eye contact with
him, the intensity of his gaze making it rather difficult.

During the ensuing silence, Akashi observes you,
impressed by the way you carry yourself in what is most likely an uncomfortable
situation. His home, he knows, is not the most welcoming and himself rather…intense.
He just doesn’t know any other way to be; winners are focused. Partnership and
group projects are the bane of his existence but when he heard he’d been paired
with you, well, he knew two things.
One: the work would be perfect and two: the company would be enjoyed.

A natural observer, Akashi was rather startled the
first time he saw you. All day he couldn’t get you out of his head. There was,
and still is, something about you that draws him in, keeps his attention on
you. He wonders if you’ve sensed it, but figures probably not. For all his
focus on winning and the pride of one’s worth, he finds himself admiring your
humility. You’re kind to everyone, pleasant and respectful, your beauty
radiating from inward out.

“Shall we get started?” you ask pulling him from his
thoughts.

He smiles and you feel your legs shake. “Absolutely,”
he replies heading to the French double doors. Looking over his shoulder he continues,
“Forgive my rudeness, is there anything you would like? Tea? Water?”

“No, no, I’m fine, thank you,” you say hastily
following him outside where you see he’s set up, or had set up for him, all the
materials you need for your art project. Having a rather unconventional idea,
your art teacher decided it would be a good idea to have her students combine
their work on one canvas. Looking at the supply table, you see there are
multiple paint tubes, brushes and numerous canvass.

“I thought it best to have additional ones in case something
goes awry,” Akashi answers to your inquisitive look.

Of course, he would think that far ahead. Taking a
deep breath, you set down your bag, extracting a few books brought for
inspiration.

“We won’t need those.” Your red-headed companion’s
words surprise you.

“I…I’m not very good at painting freehand,” you
admit.

“In that case, allow me to guide you,” he offers. He
steps to a docking station, turning on light instrumental music before looking
back at you.

You tilt your head in confusion, but step in front
of the easel when he extends his hand towards it. Moving around you, he gathers
a palette, filling it with various colors. Taking a brush, he hands it and the
palette to you. As you step forward, you’re startled when he moves up right behind
you.

“Are you ok with this?” he asks covering your hand
with his own, fingers grasping the brush. Throat dry and heart pounding you can
only nod; truthfully, you’re a wreck but would be lying if you said you weren’t
getting a thrill of having him so close to you.

“Relax your arm, that’s it,” he says lowly in your
ear and you have to suppress a shiver. Slowly he guides your hand to the paint,
selecting the color he wants, and then pulls back, placing the brush against
the pure white canvas. With slow, deliberate movements, his breath fanning over
your neck, he moves your hand in long sweeping motions.

“I find painting while listening to music to be the
most inspirational,” he says gathering another color and moving back to the canvas.
“It allows your mind to wander free but at the same time helps you focus on
conveying the emotion of the piece, translating it from audio to visual.”

All you can focus on is the heat of his body next to
yours.

Akashi has no idea what possessed him to try this,
he barely knows you and yet here he is, his chest pressed into your back, his hand
over yours, his face so near your skin he can smell your perfume and all of it is working against his finely tuned
self-control.

When the paint runs low, he releases you, both of
you missing the contact more than you probably should. You stand stock still,
eyes focused on the work you’ve been creating together, though Akashi has been
doing pretty much all the work. Unable to stop yourself, you reach a hand
forward, the images he’s created feeling like their sucking you into their
depths. Warm reds, yellows, oranges and pinks swirl together in a typhoon of
color, darker purples and blues creating the impression of leaves dancing on a
fiery wind and in the center of it all there is what appears to be a heart.

You turn your head at the same moment Akashi looks
up from what he’s doing. When your eyes lock, it’s as if the rest of the world
disappears. You have no idea what’s going on between you, but it feels intense and
carnal and…the clatter of the art supplies landing roughly on the table snap
you out of your haze just long enough to realize Akashi is heading towards you
at a rapid pace.

A second later, you’re in his arms, his forehead
pressed against yours.

“_____-san,” he breathes out, your name a statement
and a question all at once. You barely nod and his lips are against yours. He
kisses you gently at first, but it builds quickly, his arms wrapping around your
waist tighter. He turns you around, pushing you against the closed doors, making
you gasp when your back hits the handles.

Akashi curses inwardly; it’s not like him to make a
mistake like that. Intent on rectifying it, he whirls you to the side, opening
the door and pulling you inside. He lands on the chaise, tugging you down onto his lap, his head craning up to reach your lips once more.

He can’t get enough of your taste, the natural
sweetness of your mouth, the intoxicating scent of your perfume and the feel of
your body beneath his hands. He’s never felt so out of control in his life.

You’re sure any second now your heart is going to
give out. Akashi is, like with everything else, excellent at kissing. A gasp
escapes your lips, eyes flying open, when his hand, hot and confident, trails
over the slightly exposed portion of your back between your shirt and your
skirt. He pushes it up further when he feels you lean more into him, pleased
you want him to keep touching you like this, his already bright eyes flashing
with heat looking at your dazed face.

A hand on the back of your head pulls your lips back
to his. He’s more insistent, more intense, holding you tighter and making your
head swim. Sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, he smirks as you moan
lightly, tongue dancing with yours as he enters your mouth and you let him
lead.

“Akashi-san,” you whimper, knees shaking from the
effort to hold yourself up.

“Hmmmm?” he mumbles against your skin and you
tremble as his hand goes even higher.

Looking into his eyes, you hesitate, nervous about
continuing. You don’t even know why you’ve allowed yourself or him to do this;
you barely know each other! And sure, you have friends and acquaintances who
hook up all the time, sometimes with complete strangers, but this isn’t how you
normally are. The thought that you could have blown a chance with Akashi, of something
remotely real…

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks pulling away
slightly.

You don’t, but you will, because you’re not this
girl. You only have to nod once and he’s helping you to stand
back up, though you’re unsure if your legs will hold your weight. Thankfully,
he keeps hold of you.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that…”you swallow once,
finding it ludicrous that you could have your tongue down his throat thirty
seconds ago but you can’t get it to work long enough to tell him how you feel.
Shaking your head, you try again. Looking back up you finally breath out, “I
really like you and…and I’m not usually this…this…” you can’t even say the
words, looking away again.

He draws you back to his face, kissing the tip of
your nose and smiling. “_____-san, please do not think that I think less of you
because of this. Besides, I’m the one who put us in this position. It should be
me asking your forgiveness for my complete lack of decorum.”

“Does that mean…do you regret this?” you ask fearfully.

He shakes his head. “Not at all, in fact,” he leans
in again, kissing you gently before admitting, “I’d really like to take you out
on a date some time.”

“I’d like that,” you whisper.

“Next Saturday?”

“Perfect,” you reply smiling.

“Good, then let’s get this project done, shall we?”
he asks, taking your hand and leading you back out to the terrace.

Needless to say, you both received an “A” for your “stunning
representation of the tumultuous storm of the heart”.

Oh oh I’ll never say no to request more! Can you do 6 and 2 kiss prompts for Daichi? The crow captain needs love while I need fluff as I’m on my feet for hours already. Love your writig so much! ❤❤

Thank you itishebihime-samaforyou for adhering to my request for
help picking kisses for Karasuno’s captain! I added #30 from another request because it fit so well with the ones you made.

I know I say this about all the
boys, but I love him so much. He’s such a good
captain and tries so, so hard. I started this slightly angst but it has a happy ending. I was listening to Colbie
Caillat’s “Hold On” for inspiration while writing this. Enjoy!

Daichi Sawamura –
Kisses #2, #6 and #30

#6: staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before
giving in

#2: one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring
each other

#30: a gentle “I love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed
immediately by a stronger kiss

As you unlock the door to your soon to be former apartment you
feel your stomach give a flip; this is really it, you’re leaving. You make it
two steps away from the door before you hear a knock. Frowning you open it and
your heart stops; it’s Daichi.

“Daichi, why are you here?” you ask but turn towards the hall, not
even sure why you asked.

“We need to talk, y/n,” he says following you, shutting the door.

“What’s there left to talk about? Didn’t we decide this is the
best thing?”

“No,” he stresses the word standing in the threshold of your
bedroom as you gather a few last minutes things you couldn’t carry on your last
trip to storage, “you decided this
was the best thing. I told you I wanted to try.”

You take a deep breath, clenching the items in your hands. He
just has to make this more difficult; stubborn boy. “Look Daichi, we both know
how this is going to go,” you begin, turning to face him, “We’ll say we can
stay together, that long distance won’t be as hard as everyone says it is but
then little by little we’ll drift apart and start longing for companionship.
Then, when phone calls, texts and video calls stop being enough, one or both of
us will cheat and end up even more hurt.”

“Well aren’t you cynical?” he asks, irritation lacing his voice.

“No, I’m realistic.
Long distance relationships don’t work Daichi.”

“Stop generalizing,” he says roughly, slamming the door and
leaning against it when you start to try to leave. Grabbing your shoulders, he
stares in your eyes going on, “And, quite frankly, I’m insulted that you think
I would be like that. Haven’t I proven myself to you this past year? Shown how
much I care about you?”

Silence descends, his question hanging in the air because you
both already know the answer; yes, he has. He’s proven over and over that he’s
reliable, how capable he is but you can’t let go of the fear of being hurt so
badly again. Why did you ever agree to starting a relationship with Daichi when
you knew you’d be leaving soon? But
looking at him now, with his intense focused gaze, the one he usually saves for
when he’s on the court, you can see a burning determination there; he’s serious
about this.

Your eyes shift to his lips; even set in a frown they are so
kissable. Maybe just one last kiss goodbye…

Moving your hands, you grasp his biceps and lean up on your
toes, barely grazing his lips with your own. But as you pull away, his hand
flies behind your head, tugging you forward and crashing your lips together
almost violently. You inhale sharply through your nose as Daichi’s arm wraps
around your waist, tugging you flush against his chest where your hands rest. You
can feel his heart racing.

A slight lick to your bottom lip has you instinctively opening
your mouth as you’ve done so many times when kissing him like this and he
deepens the kiss further. You move your hands from his chest to his head,
carding your fingertips through his short hair drawing a deep moan from his
chest.

Pulling away for air, Daichi inhales before moving forward
again, planting quick kisses on your forehead, your eyelids, both your cheeks.
He brings his lips back so close to yours that he’s brushing little kisses as
he whispers, “I love you,” before devouring your mouth again, his tongue hot
and slick against your own.

After what feels like forever and a second at once, you’re
standing there, foreheads touching with eyes closed and heaving breaths.
Opening your eyes, you meet his. “I love you, y/n,” he repeats, hand clasping
the back of your neck and lips touching yours again. “Let me love you,” he begs
and you melt against him.

“I love you too,” you sob, tears pouring down your cheeks.

“I will love you here, there or anywhere, give me a chance. I’m
different, I’m not him.”

You nod. “Ok, let’s try.”

I’m thirsty and help me with this ahaaha. Hope you don’t mind, Ushiwaka 47 or 5 kissing prompt ;) thankss

Hello kazuhikonaori! I’ll do you one better for being so patient
to have your thirst quenched: you get both kisses!

Wakatoshi Ushijima – Kisses #5 and #47

#5: guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

#47: moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing
each other back against the wall/onto the bed

A knock on your door brings a smile to your face; Wakatohsi
is here! Smoothing down your hair and checking your makeup one last time you
scurry to open it, revealing tall, dark and handsome adorned in a black suit,
white shirt and no tie.

“Hey there,” you say smiling sweetly. You turn to grab your
bag but the sound of the door shutting startles you back to face him. “Wha-“your
question is cut off by insistent lips on yours, Toshi’s hands raking through
your perfectly styled hair drawing a muffled squeak from you.

Opening your eyes, you see his are closed, his brow furrowed
in deep concentration of kissing the living daylights out of you.

The next second you close yours again as he presses you up
against the wall, eager hands trailing over your hips and dipping under your
shirt. His touch is like fire, drawing a moan from your throat. Dipping down,
he picks you up in one motion, your shoes slipping off with a clatter to the
floor.

He moves further into your living room and you’re so glad you’re the only one home
tonight, though you highly doubt Toshi would behave like this if your parents
were home.

The lamp rattles back and forth when he bumps the table,
light flickering slightly and prompting him to put you down for a moment. Pulling
away you gasp out, “Toshi, what has gotten into you?” Not that you mind, but
this level of passion isn’t exactly on par with your boyfriend’s normal
behavior.

“You just had to wear this skirt,” he mumbles, his hands
caressing your bare thighs, wrapping under your butt to lift you again, this
time with your legs wrapped around waist. When he reaches the door of your
bedroom he pushes your back against it to free one hand long enough to open it,
fumbling with the handle because he won’t stop kissing you.

Finally, it opens and he stumbles forward, thankfully
projecting both of you onto your bed instead of the floor.

“Toshi,” you breathe out when his lips move from yours to
your throat, “We’re gonna be late.”

“Screw the dinner,” he says huskily. Pulling up he looks you
in the eyes and with a dead serious expression warns, “Don’t ever wear this
skirt unless you’re prepared for me to ravage you thoroughly.”

You mentally file away this information; it’s always nice to
have an ace in your back pocket to get your
ace right where you want him.

Hi!!! I read your selfish request and had to look what that kisses choices are sooooo here, a kiss promt request #12 for Kuroo (Haikyuu) and Hyuga (KnB) and/or #30 for Daichi (Haikyuu) and Midorima (KnB). You choose what you like. (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Awwww! Thank you for your choices! I went with Kuroo and Hyuga with #12! I got another response for Daichi so will probably tack on #30 to those two. Enjoy!

Kiss #12 – Accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and
just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart.

Tetsuro Kuroo

Kuroo stands holding the bar above his head on the train,
swaying slightly into the turn; he’s exhausted. Three straight weeks of earlier
than normal and all-day weekend practices have been draining his batteries but
it must be done; the team needs all they can get before the National prelims. Kenma,
playing his game, yawns prompting him to as well. They’re headed home after an
extremely long day.

Kuroo stretches as he looks out the window and it’s then he
catches a reflection of you seated behind him. He grins a bit as your head
bobs; you look as tired as he feels. A moment later, he catches your eye, his
smile widening as you send your own his way.

“Hey, ______-san,” he says, his voice gravely from shouting
at Lev all day about proper receiving and blocking, “what are you doing out
this late?”

“Hi Kuroo-san,” you return, moving to stand nearer so you
don’t have to shout from your seat; that and you just want to be closer to your
crush. “I had a group project to work on and since I was in this neighborhood
mom asked me to pick up some things. I got distracted window shopping so left a
bit later than I meant to.”

“Too many shiny things to look at?” he teases and you smack
his arm good-naturedly.

The two of you chit chat as the train continues on its way,
filling with more and more people as it goes. Eventually, you’re forced embarrassingly
close to Kuroo, his face just a hair’s breadth from your own. If you were to
angle your head and lift on your toes you’d probably end up kissing him; the
thought makes you break out in red and the fact that he can see you like that
just makes it worse.

Kuroo notices the redness of your face and frowns slightly;
are you too warm? There are a lot of people, all shoving and pushing to gain ground
on the train.

Suddenly, the train jerks and since neither of you were
holding on (due to no overhead bar real estate left) the momentum causes you to
stumble. Kuroo tries to help but over compensates turning what should have been
a smooth grab around your waist to help you remain upright into an embarrassingly
public fall into one another. He turns to take the brunt of the hit, you
landing against him as his back his the wall.

Both of you have wide eyes, faces even closer than before and
his arm still around your waist.

Kuroo has the most insane desire to kiss you. You’ve been
flirting for months, obviously into each other but he’s so busy he hasn’t
wanted to ask you out…at least not yet. But now, in this moment, his lips
twitch with the desire to cover yours. His eyes flick to yours before returning
to look at your lips again. You see the movement, sense the question and the
desire, and the knowledge that Kuroo Tetsuro wants to kiss you making your
stomach feel like it’s on a roller coaster.

Just when Kuroo thinks it’s going to happen, he feels himself
yanked backwards, Kenma dragging him by his backpack through the now open door
of the stopped train.

“Wait, Kenma, what- “but it’s too late, the doors shut and
you’re whisked away, face looking out at him as the train pulls away. “Damn it,
Kenma what the hell was that?”

The setter looks at him with an annoyed look. “The train was
leaving, we’re already late. Flirt on your own time.” He starts walking then
shoots over his shoulder, “That and you should at least as to take her on a
proper date first.”

Kuroo smirks at the second year, deciding that he’s right. And
that’s the first thing he’s going to do when he sees you again on the train tomorrow.

Junpei Hyuga

The final buzzer sounds, echoing through the momentarily
silent gymnasium. It’s over, Seirin has done it; they’ve beat Rakuzan High to
win the Winter Cup! A chorus of cheers erupts filling the vast space in a
deafening sound of celebration. As a photographer intern you’re right on the
floor, watching the final moments in breathtaking close proximity. You’re over
the moon happy for your best friends, Junpei and Teppei.

The click of your camera captures the celebratory moments,
including Junpei and Teppei’s high five. That
one you’ll be framing as a gift for Junpei.

Standing up you make your way forward, taking pictures as
you go. You’re so focused on looking through your view finder, that you don’t
notice the mass of people rushing the floor. A moment later, you’re shoved
roughly forward, instinctively protecting your very expensive equipment which
unfortunately leaves you unable to brace yourself for impact. Just as you
prepare to hit the floor, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling
you up. Opening your eyes, you’re surprised to find yourself in Junpei’s arms,
his (you think) endearing scowl deepening as he stares over your head at
whoever pushed you.

“Are you ok?” he asks looking down and you’re startled how
close your face is to his.

Swallowing once you nod, hands still clutching your camera.

Hyuga feels like punching someone; doesn’t anyone look where
they’re going? You could have been really hurt just now, possibly trampled by
all the people rushing about. His arms instinctively tighten around you at the
thought. Maybe it’s because he’s still high on adrenaline and feels like he can
do anything, but his vision full of your beautiful countenance, he can’t think
of anything else except how much he wants to kiss you.

You’ve been his steady outside support the entire season,
making time for him when he knows you’re super busy with all your school work
plus working your internship. Steadily, over the years, he’s grown quite fond
of you, just recently concluding it’s more than fondness; he really likes you.

Staring at one another, you see Junpei’s eyes flick to your
lips and stay focused there. Does…does he want to kiss you? You feel a sudden
wave of excitement at the thought. You’ve cared about him for a long time now,
wishing you had the guts to confess but never wanting to put more pressure on
him with all he had going on with school and the team.

Just as he thinks he’s going to do it, Hyuga feels an arm
around his neck, pulling him away from you.

“Come on, captain, we’ve gotta go debrief,” Teppei says,
casting a wide smile and wave to you as he drags off his friend.

You turn, disappointment flooding your chest, but a moment
later you feel a hand grab your shoulder, turning you back around. Junpei is
there, his breath coming in long pants.

“Wait for me?” he asks.

You smile, nodding yes. He smiles back, squeezing your shoulder
and then takes off to catch up with his team.

Can I have a scenario please! (it’s going to be very specific) Tendo comes out of the gym after their coach talked to them after they lost against Karasuno & he founds his fem-best friend/crush waiting for him outside the gym bc she wanted to see how he is feeling bc she knows he’s going to quit volleyball & she indirectly confess to him but Tendo never believed she would ever like him back, so he only realises she confessed after she left the place. Surprise ending, please :) Thaaaank youuuu.

Meekosfreedom thank you for the specifics of your
request! I love this idea and I LOVE the “guess monster” so it was a pleasure to
be able to write something about him. I hope I got this right and that you
enjoy it! Thank you for your patience, I had to let this one simmer in my brain
to get it just right.

Satori Tendo – “Loving the Monster”

Tendo’s eyes are half hooded, exhaustion setting in after
five full sets against Karasuno. He still can’t believe they lost; no one can,
least of all their coach who is currently ranting and raving, his words
blending together he’s so worked up.

“So, this is how my
third year is going to end,” he thinks glancing at his teammates, “never would have guessed that.” He
chuckles inwardly at his own bad pun. He’s upset, of course, everyone wants to
go out on a high note, but he can’t bring himself to care enough to cry about
it. Not that he cries much at all. Being picked on for most of his life such as
he has built up so much resistance he’s like Teflon now.

“100 serves and 100 dives!” shouts Washijo before sitting
back down. After a brief pause Tendo begins making his way to the exit.

“Tendo! Where the hell do you think you’re going?!” the
demon coach bellows.

“Home, I’m done,” retorts the red head.

“You’re done when I say you’re done!”

Tendo shrugs, “Consider this my resignation, I have no intention
of staying.”

Outside you pace nervously waiting for Satori to come out.
The loss to Karasuno is devastating and you want to be here for him. The sound
of the gym door opening catches your attention as does the yelling coming from
inside. Tendo walks out, his bag slung over his shoulder, eyes down on the
ground as he walks.

You rush forward, saying, “Satori-kun, are you ok?”

He lifts his head, the slightest of smiles curling his lip
up. Of course you would be here; you’re always there for him. He lets out a
sigh, half from the long day and half because he’s so damn frustrated at his
situation. Here you are, the most perfect girl in the world, and he’ll never
get to tell you. Because not even someone as accepting as you could ever love a
monster like him.

He’s not blind to the way people perceive him, not deaf to
their whispered words of how weird and unlikeable he is. They only keep their
mouths shut because he is, or rather was,
a starter on the volleyball team. Now…now he’ll go back to being “the weird guy”
instead of “the weird guy who can block hella good on the volleyball team”.

“Satori-kun,” you say clasping your hands together looking
up into his face, “I…I want you to know that I think…I think you did so great and…and…you’re the best on the team, the very best!”

He chuckles. “I’m not the best, _____-chan, that spot is
reserved for Wakatoshi. Plus, I’m not on the team anymore.”

“What? You mean…you mean you actually quit?” you ask
bewildered. He’d mentioned he’d be giving up volleyball if they didn’t make it
to Nationals but you didn’t think he was serious, mainly because no one could
conceive of their losing.

“Time to give the fresh blood some room to move,” he says
with a grin.

“But Satori-kun, you…you love volleyball!” you exclaim.

He shrugs, head down looking at his feet. “I wasn’t good
enough, I…I’m never good enough,” he says more to himself than to you.

Voice trembling you say, “You’ve always been good enough for
me, Satori-kun.”

Tendo feels his heart skip a beat at your words but tamps
down any hope that they mean something more. You’re a kind person, of course
you would say something like that. Shrugging again he steps past you, ruffling
your hair like he usually does when he gets nervous around you. “Thanks,
_____-chan, you always know just what to say.”

“I mean it Satori-kun,” you say emphatically rushing to cut
him off, “you…you’re wonderful. You’re
one of the best people I know and…and…” his eyes are looking into yours,
waiting for you to finish your sentence but you can’t get the words and I like you to come out. You’ve
rehearsed this in your head thousands of times but now they won’t come.

After a further beat of silence, he offers another small
smile but doesn’t say anything as he keeps walking, knowing you won’t
understand why he just can’t look at you anymore. Because if he keeps looking
at you with your eyes shining so bright, your lips parted with the weight of
heavy breaths, and your cheeks flushed pink against the coldness of the rapidly
falling night, he’ll allow himself to believe you’re saying something you’re
not; and he just can’t take more disappointment today.

The next day during lunch, for reasons unknown to himself,
Tendo tells Wakatoshi what happened the night before after he left the gym. He
listens in attentive silence then in his trademark blunt fashion says, “So she
confessed.”

“Eh? What do you mean?” Tendo asks confused.

“_______-chan confessed to you, how is that not clear?”
returns the ace with a shrug.

Satori thinks back over your words, as he has for the entire
night, but now, having an outside source, and one who never says what he doesn’t
believe to be the truth, has smacked Tendo right in the head with it. You
confessed! In a roundabout way, you let him know how much you care about him
and he walked away from you like it
didn’t matter because he was so absorbed in self-loathing that he couldn’t read
between the lines. He hadn’t guessed what
you meant.

No wonder you were so quiet this morning when he saw you in
the hall. No wonder you avoided eye contact, muttering a hasty good morning
before rushing off with an excuse he didn’t even hear because you’d spoken so
softly and quickly.

Pushing his chair back, Tendo rushes to where he knows you
sit every day for lunch. You like it there because it’s quiet and you can read
in peace. Rounding the corner and flying up the stairs two at a time he hopes
against hope you’re there.

The sound of the door to your mostly secret sanctuary bursting
open reveals a heavily breathing Satori.

“Satori-kun, what- “you begin only to be cut off as he yanks
you to your feet into his arms. He hugs you fiercely, burying his face into the
crook of your neck making you gasp.

“I’m so sorry, ______-chan, I can’t believe I was so stupid.”
His voice is muffled by your hair but you hear every word. Pulling back, he
gazes down at you, a large smile on his face, his eyes shining. “I…I like you
too…so, so, so much and…” he stops, staring at your lips for a fraction of a
second before leaning down and sealing them with his own.

You’re both breathless when he pulls away, him panting out, “I’m
sorry, I should have asked you, I shouldn’t have done that without-“but you cut
him off with a kiss of your own, hands raking through his fiery red tresses making
him moan into your mouth. He lifts you by the waist, throwing your legs over
his hips and kisses you back more deeply, more passionately. His kisses are
just like him; powerful, overwhelming and deliciously hot.

Coming up for air, you stare into each other’s eyes. Then a
slight giggle escapes you prompting him to smile smugly as he nuzzles your nose
with his own.

“Be my girlfriend?” he asks and kisses you again when you
nod yes.

Tendo’s heart dances and skips in his chest; they may have
lost the match but he’s happiest being in a set with you.

Date #65 + Kageyama. Please and thank you!

Thanks for the request! I’m sorry it
took me so long to get it out but I hope you enjoy it.

Tobio Kageyama – Date Prompt #65 – Aquarium/Zoo

“Come on Tobio-kun, even you need a day off once in
a while,” you whine tugging on his hand.

“_______-chan, I can’t, we have a game in a week
and-“

“Kageyama, go with her. That’s an order. You’ve been
killing yourself the last two weeks,” Ukai says.

“But-“begins the setter but you’re already dragging
him out of the gym, calling a thanks to the coach from over your shoulder.

After a long train ride with your sullen boyfriend
muttering to himself about “wasting time” you arrive in Okinawa. Taking his
hand and making him blush you walk to the entrance of the Okinawa Churaumi
Aquarium. Tobio protests as you purchase tickets but you smile softly, “This is
my treat Tobio-kun, after all it’s me
dragging you on a date.”

Your word choice is not lost on him and he sighs,
rubbing a hand over his face as he follows you through the entrance. His hand
grabbing yours and tugging you backwards makes you squeak in surprise. Long
arms wrap around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder making it
possible to feel his breath on your neck as he says, “______-chan, I…I’m
sorry for being a jerk. I just…”

You turn your head to plant a quick kiss on his
cheek. “I know babe,” your term of endearment making him blush even harder than
he already is, “it’s ok.”

“It’s not, but thanks for saying so,” he replies
releasing you. Reaching down he takes your hand and looks at you. “Have you
been here before?”

“Nope, first time,” you say cheerily, glad to see he’s
at least trying. Nodding once he walks to the directory and peruses the
displays.

“Did you have a particular spot you want to start or
just walk through?” he asks.

“Let’s just wander through, it’s more fun that way,”
you answer and he nods again.

Eventually you’re both enraptured by the sea life surrounding
you. As you stand next to each other staring at a giant whale shark swimming by
in the Kuroshio Sea tank you hear Tobio inhale a sharp breath. Glancing
sideways at him you’re pleased to see a small smile on his face; he’s enjoying
himself. He gives your hand a squeeze and you start moving again.

Rounding the corner, you come upon a display with
sea otters.

“Oh my goodness, they’re so cute!” you exclaim
releasing his hand, pressing yourself close to the glass to watch the cuddly
creatures play. One has a ball in its hands which he keeps tossing up in the air
and catching.

“You know,” you hear Tobio say next to you, “he kind
of reminds me a Sugawara-senpei.”

You burst out laughing, the sound making Tobio grin
at you.

Moving forward again brings you to a quiet, dimly
lit area. In the tank before you are hundreds of jellyfish, gracefully floating
up and down in the bright blue water. Sighing you sit on a bench, just watching
the tranquil creatures. Tobio sits as well, surprising you when his arm wraps
around your shoulders. Glancing side to side he nods once, then turns to you,
his free hand touching your chin and gently moving your head to look at him.
Leaning forward he kisses you and it’s a real
kiss, with slightly opened mouths and his fingers running through your hair.

When you part, slightly breathless, you ask, “What
was that for?”

He smirks. “I need a reason to kiss my girlfriend?”

“Well, no but…you’re usually not so…affectionate.
Particularly in public,” you admit, cursing yourself for spoiling the moment, especially
considering that though you are in a public place, there’s no one around
currently.

He stands and you think you’ve offended him but a
firm tug of your hand draws you up. Moving quickly, he leads you this way and
that before finally reaching a dark, almost invisible corner. He spins you
around, your back hitting the wall before lips descend to yours again in a much
more heated kiss. His hands grip your waist tightly, your own burying themselves
in his raven hair.

You stay there for a few minutes, just enjoying the
feeling of kissing and holding one another close. Coming up for air, Tobio lands
a peck on your nose. “Thanks for the date, ______-chan.”

“You’re welcome, I could tell you really needed a
break,” you say.

He shakes his head. “No, what I really needed is
you,” he replies squeezing your hand.

Later, on the way home with you asleep on his shoulder,
Tobio turns his head just enough to kiss your forehead, lingering his lips
against your skin as he murmurs, “I love you, _____-chan.”