Hello ! The scenario for Hanamiya was so great, I read it like ten times during my finals week 😂 It made me feel better ! Anyway, can I request a scenario where Bokuto crush is very shy and quiet. Like, how he make his crush open up to him and basically how they end up together ? Thank you in advance ♡

Hi luv! I’m so glad you enjoyed the Hanamiya scenario and that
it helped you feel better during such a stressful time. Hope you did well on
those finals! So, so sorry this took me so long to get done! I hope it’s worth
the wait and that you enjoy it. I do so love this sweet, hyper active owl boy!

Kotaro Bokuto – Will You Be My Manga-tine?

While sitting in your homeroom waiting for class to begin you
quietly read the latest manga of your favorite series. It’s just getting to a
really intense part when a loud voice says near your ear, “Hey! Hey! Hey! You
like ______ too? It’s my favorite!”

Turning your head, you start violently when you find intense
gold eyes peering into yours; Bokuto.

Smiling weakly, you nod, turning your head back to continue
reading. Thankfully he doesn’t say anything else, just takes his seat as the
bell rings which prompts you to put your book away. Focusing on the teacher,
you fail to notice Bokuto’s eyes remaining on you.

From his seat, he has a perfect vantage point of you, the
girl he’s had a crush on since the beginning of the year. Akaashi can’t
understand his fascination with you.

“She’s the complete
opposite of you in every way, Bokuto, what could possibly draw your interest to
her?” the setter asked as they walked home from school and the ace finally
confessed he wanted to ask you out but didn’t know how.

“I know! That’s what’s
so crazy but I can’t help it! I really, really like her Akaashi!”

That was a week ago and he still hasn’t gone through with
asking you on a date. For all his brazen, outgoing persona, the thought of confessing
to you makes his jaw lock up and words get jumbled in his throat. Sighing, he
rests his head in his hand, racking his brain on what to do.

Needing to run an errand that day for his mom, he deviates
from his normal route into the shopping district. Coming upon the shop where he
buys his own mangas, he sees an advertisement that the creator and author of
the series you and he both like will be coming to the store on Saturday to meet
fans and sign autographs.

“That’s perfect!” he shouts to no one rushing home and
completely forgetting the reason he came to this area at all. His mom is not
pleased, but he promises to make it up to her because he’s going back on
Saturday.

The next morning at school, he bounds across the courtyard,
his eyes shining even brighter than usual.

“What’s got you so excited?” Akaashi asks.

For answer, Bokuto flashes up a flyer of the shop event. “I’m
going to ask ______-chan to go with me to this! It’s perfect because she likes
the same manga as me so we’ll have something to talk about!”

“If you can get her to talk, if you haven’t noticed, she’s pretty
shy and mostly quiet Bokuto. I suggest not getting your hopes up too high.”

Momentarily deterred, Bokuto’s expression drops slightly but
it’s back the next second when he decides he isn’t going to give up. “I really
like her, Akaashi so I’m going to try.”

This morning is a repeat of yesterday; you reading and Bokuto
startling you out of the story but this time it’s because he thrusts the flyer
between the pages of your book and your face. When your eyes come into focus,
they widen slightly.

As you turn your gaze to his face, Bokuto can see you’re
wearing a small smile. “I’m planning on going, do you want to come with me?” he
asks simply and you nod. He holds in his hoot of jubilation, remembering
Akaashi’s advice to simmer down a bit around you but his smile is wide and
beaming. “Great! Um, here, let me get your number so we can figure out details,”
he goes on taking out his phone. You hesitate for a moment but then figure
there’s no harm; Bokuto may be loud and obnoxious sometimes but he’s actually
quite nice. He just makes you nervous because he’s so…so Bokuto. That and he’s
rather attractive which just adds to your feeling of inadequacy.

The end of the week cannot come fast enough for Bokuto and
when Saturday morning dawns he’s already up, running to the train station to
meet you. You both decided it best to get there before the doors open in case
there’s a long line. As he rushes around the corner, he sees you standing on
the platform.

“______-chan! Good morning!” he shouts.

You wince, still waking up and drinking your tea but send a
shy wave to him. As you wait for the train, Bokuto bounces on the balls of his
feet. How does he have so much energy? And this early in the morning? Finally,
your train pulls in and you board but before you can grab hold of a handle it
starts with a jerk, sending you flying forward. However, your downward trajectory
is halted by a strong arm around your waist. With a firm tug, Bokuto sets you
upright, though now your back is pressed to his chest.

Behind you, Bokuto hopes and prays you can’t feel his heart
racing. You’re in his arms…you’re in his arms and he’s internally screaming!
Never mind it’s because he was helping to make sure you don’t get hurt, never
mind the fact you have no clue he likes you as much as he does; you’re in his
arms and he knows more than ever now how much he wants to keep you there.

“Th…thanks, Bokuto-san,” you stammer out. You can feel his
breath on the back of your neck, the warmth of his body entirely too inviting.
If you don’t move now he’s going to think you’re a freak! But when you make a
move to extract yourself he tightens his grip ever so slightly.

Just as you’re about to question him, he lets go, saying, “Sorry,
just wanted to make sure you had your footing.” Of course, why else would he have
hung on? Because he wanted to? Ridiculous.

As you slip free of his grasp Bokuto already misses the feel
of your body next to his. You’re soft and feminine and pretty and gosh darn it
he wants to hold you again but properly this time! Should he…should he confess
now? But no, he just said something incredibly stupid; you probably think…well,
he actually has no clue what you think.

When you arrive to your stop, both of you are rather quiet,
retreated into your own thoughts. It’s a new side to Bokuto you’ve never seen
before and all your self-doubt crops up again; does he regret bringing you
because your clumsiness made things awkward? Should you make an excuse to leave
so he can enjoy the signing?

Before you decide one way or the other, Bokuto does it for
you. “Come on, ______-chan, let’s hurry!” Unthinkingly, he grabs your hand,
tugging you along at a hurried pace. When you round the corner and see the shop
you find there is already a rather long line. Stepping into it, you stand side
by side, the silence from before returning.

It’s doesn’t last long, however, when Bokuto looks at you
and asks, “So, what did you think of that last chapter?”

The next three hours fly by in a whirl of conversation, you
and Bokuto talking about your favorite characters, story lines, how much you
wish the next season of the anime would come out!

“We should watch it together,” he says enthusiastically
making you almost stop breathing. He…he wants to spend more time with you?

“Yeah, that would be fun,” you respond taking another step
forward as the line moves.

Eventually, you reach the signing table, meeting the creator
(who is very nice) and getting your books autographed. After a quick picture,
you thank them and peruse the shop, Bokuto sneaking away to buy you a keychain
he saw you eyeing. When you went back to get it, you were disappointed it was
gone and he had to stifle his laughter. He wasn’t ready to give it to you yet.

“Do you mind if we make a quick stop a couple blocks over?”
he asks as you walk out of a café having just finished lunch. “I promised my
mom I’d pick up some stuff for her.”

You smile; it’s sweet that he’s so helpful. “That’s really
nice of you Bokuto-san,” you say falling into stride with him. You’re much more
comfortable with him now, surprised he was able to get you to open up so much.
Usually you stay mum about your passion for manga and anime but with Bokuto it
just felt natural to talk; he actually seems interested in what you have to
say.

He shrugs. “Yeah, well, since I was so excited about asking you
to go to this today I kinda forgot to get the stuff for her earlier in the week.”

His words make you stop in your tracks and when he realizes
what he just said Bokuto’s eyes widen even more. Turning around, he decides now
is as good a time as any to tell you how he feels. Stepping closer to you, he
reaches out and takes your hand. When you don’t pull away, he sighs inwardly in
relief.

“______-chan, I…I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell
you…but…I…I really like you…a lot and I would love it, if you’d go out with me,”
he confesses.

You’re stunned to silence, mouth hanging open slightly.

“______-chan?” he asks and you blink.

“Yes?” you reply.

“Yes?! You mean you’ll go out with me?” he asks excitedly
squeezing both your hands.

You’d meant it as an indication for him to continue speaking
but then realize he’s been silent waiting for your answer. And though you’re a
nervous (but excited) wreck about the prospect of dating him, you actually appreciate
his enthusiasm.

“Yes,” you say more confidently, “I’ll go out with you.”

Throughout the rest of the day filled with errands, an impromptu
movie date (“Two dates in one day! This is awesome!” Bokuto shouts making you
laugh) and an early dinner, he doesn’t let go of your hand. At the end of the
day, he insists on walking you home. When you arrive, he hugs you tightly. “See
you on Monday,” he says, kissing your hand then turning it over to place in
your palm the keychain you’d wanted.

You surprise him and yourself when you fling your arms back
around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Thanks for the great day,” you whisper
before pulling back and heading in your house. Outside, Bokuto is on cloud
nine, running the entire way back to the station to try to expend some of his
energy.

Hello! :) May I please request numbers 14, 19 and 49 for Kageyama in the Excessively detailed headcanon meme? Thank you so much!❤️

Hi there and thank you for the request! I hope these are to your liking

#14: Physical abnormalities (both visible and not, including
injuries/disabilities, long-term illness, food-intolerances, etc)

Were Hinata to answer this, he would say Kageyama is emotionally
disabled but we all know he’s making large strides in overcoming that issue.
However, when he was in elementary school he suffered a bad ankle break after
landing wrong while practicing in his backyard, which made him terrified that
he wouldn’t be strong enough to play volleyball. While at the doctor’s office
our young blueberry quite desperately clutched his coat and asked, “How do I
make my bones stronger?!” Startled, the doctor stammered out that he’d need to
make sure to consume a proper amount of calcium. Hence, Kageyama’s love of milk
(and really any dairy products) was born. When Karasuno makes it to Nationals,
he sends a thank you note to the doctor’s office for his advice.

#19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

This boy eats, drinks, breathes and lives volleyball, so there’s
no doubt it’s the first thing he thinks about before falling asleep, while
dreaming and the first thing he thinks of when he wakes up. His mind is always
going on it, running setting scenarios in his head, obsessing over timing, how
can he get better? If anything else makes it into his brain it’s quickly
consumed by all his thoughts of volleyball. No wonder the boy poor struggles in
school!

#49: Is this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their
fighting style like?

Unfortunately we’ve witness Kageyama’s fighting with Hinata, but that was
more of shouting/shoving match. If someone were to really come at him, I think he would hesitate to hit them due to
concern of hurting his hands. His hands are very important and while, yes, he
has other talent on the court, he’s the primary setter. He knows Suga can
handle stepping in but he “won’t lose” to him and damaging his hands in one
step in that direction. So I think he would dodge, maybe try to subdue them
another way or (secretly) hope that one of the second or third years happen by
(since they’re pretty much always together in some capacity) to give him a
literal hand; preferably Noya because the boy may be short but he knows how to
fight.

Could I have a fluffy scenario with Ushijima and his fem s/o on their first date?

I kind of went crazy with it but hopefully the
length makes up for how long it took me to get it done. I really hope you like
it! It’s a blend of awkward, funny and fluff (at least I hope it is). I
listened to Dashboard Confessional’s “Stolen” on repeat while writing this in
case you’d like a tune to set the mood.

Wakatoshi Ushijima – Fortune Favors the Blunt

Nobody is more surprised when Ushijima asks you out
than him. Normally one to avoid anything or anyone that gives him a feeling of
not knowing what he’s going to do, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to you.
It starts off subtle, as these things often do, with his eyes consistently
shifting to you in class. Every time he catches himself staring at you, he whisks
his attention back to the front of the room but even then, he’s distracted just
by the thought of you.

Eventually he gives into the inevitable; he may be
stubborn but he’s not stupid.

“______-san,” his deep voice rumbles one day after
school. He’s on his way to the gym when you cross his path. Inevitability or
not, there’s no way he’d be late for practice looking for you but he’ll take
fortune where he can find it.

You almost drop your books in surprise at being addressed
directly by the huge volleyball player. Turning around and craning your neck
upwards you ask, “Yes?”

“I really like you, go out with me,” he says. It’s
not a question, it’s a statement.

Beside him, Tendo doubles over with laughter. “Wakatoshi,
that’s not how you get a girl to go out with you!” he exclaims throwing an arm
around his blunt friend. “You have to ask
her,” he mock whispers to him, casting a side wink in your direction.

The attention this whole scene is garnering is
making you rather uncomfortable so to avoid further embarrassment you say, “Ok,
Ushijima-san, um,” you pause ripping a piece of paper from your notebook.
Scribbling your number down you hand it to him, Tendo’s mouth falling open as
you say, “Call me.” Then you scurry away, completely convinced the past five
minutes had to be a figment of your imagination.

Behind you, Tendo, still slack jawed, looks at his
friend in awe. “Then again, maybe it is
how you get a girl to go out with you.” Ushijima is unaffected, turning on his
heel to head to practice.

Later that evening, your phone rings, a number you
don’t recognize flashing on the display.

“Hello?” you answer

“______-chan,” comes the reply. “It’s Ushijima,” he
adds completely unnecessarily.

“Oh…hel…hello,” you stammer, clearly shocked he
actually called.

There’s a moment of silence, which really shouldn’t
surprise you considering who you’re “talking” to; maybe you should have
suggested texting. Clearing your throat, you try to get the conversation going.
“So, um, thanks for calling. I…I didn’t really think you would.”

“Why wouldn’t I call? You gave me your number in
order to,” he asks confused.

“I know! I…it’s just that usually when guys say they’re
going to call, they don’t.”

“That’s stupid,” he says simply and you can’t help
but laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right it is. Um, anyway, did you…did
you have an idea of where you wanted to go for a date?”

There’s another pause. “A date?” he asks.

Now you’re the one confused. “Well, yeah, you asked,
er, um, told me to go out with you, so…did you have anything in mind?”

“You misunderstood, when I said go out with me, I
meant be my girlfriend. Isn’t that what that usually means?”

The phone slips from your hands, shock rendering
your limbs temporarily paralyzed. From the ground, you hear his voice calling
for you, but you can’t move. With no warning, no indication of ever liking you at all, he just…wants you to be his
girlfriend?

“______-chan?” Wakatoshi tries again, bordering
between irritation and concern; is the idea of exclusively dating him that bad?

Finally, you come back on the line, voice shaking a
bit. “Um…Ushijima-san, why…why do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

He doesn’t have to think long on his answer. “I don’t
know, I just know I want to be with you.”

An incredulous laugh escapes your lips; this is all
just too surreal. Shaking your head, you’re just about to tell him you don’t
think that’s the best foundation to base a relationship
on when you stop. When is the last time you’ve taken a risk? And what better
time than now? It’s your third year and you’ve only ever dated one other guy,
one who told you all the reasons he loved you only to end up breaking your
heart in the end by cheating on you. At least with Ushijima-san you’ll have
full disclosure.

“Ok,” you say before you can convince yourself not
to. “Ok,” you repeat, “I’ll consider
being your girlfriend, but on one condition.”

“And that is?” he asks.

You have no idea where this sudden bout of
confidence is coming from but you’re determined to ride the wave as long as
possible. “You have to take me on a proper date first, then we’ll see.”

For a moment, Ushijima is at a loss. Why didn’t
anyone ever tell him dating would be this difficult? Granted, he’s never asked anyone about it before but still. But
he knows, without understanding why, that he wants you to be his, so he’ll do
what it takes to make that happen.

“Alright, I’ll take you out Saturday night,” he replies.

“Sounds great,” you say smiling. After another pause
you add, “Well, I better get going. Homework to do and all that, but I’ll see
you tomorrow at school…Wakatoshi-kun.”

He’s not sure why it is that you saying his first
name makes him blush, but Ushijima can feel his cheeks heating up and is
eternally grateful you’re not having this conversation in person.

The rest of the week passes uneventfully, no one (save
Tendo) the wiser of the change in your relationship status since, technically,
nothing has changed between the two
of you except the fact that you’re going on a date this weekend.

“Sooooo,” Tendo says Friday afternoon in the locker
room, “where are you taking _____-chan tomorrow?”

“Dinner and a movie,” comes the quick reply.

Tendo yawns dramatically. “Boooorrrringgg!”

Wakatoshi looks at his grinning face. “Well then,
what would you suggest?”

Slamming his locker door, the red head then leans
against it. “Look, she said this date is conditional of her becoming your
girlfriend. If you’re serious about this you’re going to have to up your game.”

A sudden feeling of doubt overcomes the ace; what the
hell was he thinking?

“Don’t panic, your best buddy is here to rescue you
from dating ineptitude,” Tendo says following him out of the locker room.

“But you’ve never had a girlfriend,” Wakatoshi says.

“Tch, doesn’t mean I don’t know what to do,” he says
wiggling his eyebrows.

The next day you are bouncing around the house, completely
excited, nervous, anxious and…hopeful. For the whole week, you’ve struggled
with whether to call this whole thing off, but your girlfriends insisted you at
least go on the date; the guy deserves that much they reminded you.

In the afternoon, you receive a text from Wakatoshi
advising you to dress nicely but warm. After going through your entire closet,
you decide upon a knee length grey skirt with blue leggings, black ankle boots
and long sleeved white shirt, a black vest over it. Finishing your hair and
makeup, you take one last look in the mirror; well, it’s as good as it’s going
to get.

A knock at the front door has your heart racing.
Rushing from the back of your house, you open it to reveal Wakatoshi with a
bouquet of daisies which he thrusts a little abruptly at you.

“Thank you,” you say, placing them in a vase of
water. Now that the flowers are out of your field of vision you see he’s clad
in dark jeans, a black long sleeve shirt and maroon jacket.

“Ready to go?” he asks and you nod, following him
out the door.

You walk down the street in silence, heading to a
bus stop. When it arrives, you climb on and take seats next to one another. The
silence is slightly awkward but you know Wakatoshi enough to not be surprised
by his lack of conversation skills; he doesn’t speak that much and when he does
it’s often in quick, concise sentences.

When you arrive to your destination, he stands and
you follow him. Surprise registers on your face when you see you’re at a large
park, a gigantic lake spread in the center. Wakatoshi is walking slightly ahead
of you, his long legs and quick strides making it hard for you to keep up. To his
credit, he does notice and slows down, coming to a stop and looking at you. In silence,
he reaches out his hand to you. After a moment’s hesitation, you take it, your
hand being swallowed into his. You can feel the callouses built up over years
of hitting a volleyball, you’re sure, hundreds of thousands of times.

Walking a bit slower, the two of you make your way
to a dock and his intention becomes clear; you’re going in a paddle boat. Paying
for the rental, Wakatoshi gets in first, turning to assist you. Both of you blush
slightly when he has need to touch your waist to make sure you don’t fall over.
Once you’re seated, he settles next to you and you both begin pushing on the
peddles, the boat coasting out towards the center of the lake.

It’s lovely here, sakura trees releasing their
petals which float through the air and land silently on the glass like surface
of the water. Above you, the stars are starting to wink and twinkle, the moon a
half crescent but bright.

After peddling for a while, you decide to stop,
looking up to enjoy the night sky. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye,
you smile; he may not say much, but his efforts thus far have impressed you.

Deciding you should put in a little more effort too,
you say, “You know, we don’t really know that much about each other. So how
about we play twenty questions? Answer one, ask one?”

“I don’t think I’ll come up with very good
questions,” he says.

“Nothing says they have to be clever,” you say lightly, “Just ask things you want to know about
me.”

Thinking it over, he realizes you’re right and nods
his agreement to your suggestion.

By the end of the game he’s properly fallen for you,
learning about your love of animals and dream to be a veterinarian, the fact
that you’re a pretty good cook and enjoy comedy movies over any other genre.
You learn about his family, his ambition to play professional volleyball (not surprising
at all but you are surprised by the
level of detail he went into once he really got going) and that he enjoys
reading mysteries when he has the time.

“This was a really great idea,” you say with a soft
smile.

He wants to confess it wasn’t really his, that Tendo
was the one who found out about this place but thinks it better not to; you
look so happy.

“I’m glad you like it,” he says instead.

When the temperature shifts downward a few degrees
and you shiver Wakatoshi takes off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders.

“We should probably head back,” you say and he nods.
You get the boat turned around and return to the dock. Wakatoshi gets out first
after it’s secure, leaning down and extending his hand to you to help you out.
You grasp his hand, but as you step you slip, careening forward. Were he not
there, you’d probably have banged your knee up pretty bad but his strong arms
and quick reflexes are more than enough to pull you to safety; which means you’re
clasped in a full Wakatoshi embrace.

Looking up at his face, you smile and say, “Thanks.”

He swallows, his blush returning due to the
proximity of your face to his. Unthinkingly, he leans down further, lips
hovering over yours, eyes almost closed. Deciding to risk it, he continues
downward, kissing you very gently. When he pulls away, your eyes are shining,
your own cheeks sporting a beautiful, natural rouge.

“So, does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” he
asks.

“Yes,” you breathe, “yes, Wakatoshi-kun, I’ll be
your girlfriend.”

When he smiles, you think your heart is going stop
but don’t have time for further consideration of your impending cardiac arrest
since he’s kissing you again, a bit firmer, a bit longer and oh my, you now
know that while his mouth may not expel many words, it is exceptionally
talented in communicating passion.

Hi! Can I request a date scenario with Iwaisumi? And you can choose between #2 and #3, or both if you like. fufu~ Thank you~~~ (¯︶¯)

THANK YOU for your patience sweetie! Good gracious, I don’t know
why this took me so dang long to get going on but sheesh! I hope you like it, I
kept it light and fluffy and tried to add some humor.

Hajime Iwaizumi – Date Prompts #2 and #3 (combo) – Dinner and a
movie at home

“Pizza should be here in 15 minutes,” Hajime calls from the
kitchen as he gathers up various other snacks for the two of you to enjoy. This
is his favorite type of date; easy and at
home. He spends quite a bit of time away from it, between school, practice,
games, more practice so it’s nice to be able to just relax in the comfort of
his own space. Because of his high active life, Hajime appreciates his down
time a lot. And he loves that you’re ok with not going out all the time.

He walks back into the living room where you’re already perched
on the couch, legs tucked to the side and elbow resting on the arm.

“Think you got enough junk food?” you ask lifting an eyebrow. In
his hands are candy and soda, while between his teeth he clutches a bag of yet
to be opened chips.

Setting down his burden he smiles slightly and the world seems a
bit brighter; you adore all his smiles and are thankful to be privy to them.

“I eat healthy all the
time,” he says, “I’m allowed one night of indulgence.”

“You say indulgence, I say gluttony,” you quip back.

“Tomatoes, tamatoes,” he mumbles around a Red Vine hanging in
his mouth.

Leaning forward, you catch the other end in your mouth, winking
at his surprised expression as you nibble your way towards his lips. Just
before you kiss, there’s a knock at the door. Hajime stands abruptly, snapping
the remaining candy in half.

“Tease,” you pout chewing the remainder of your piece as he goes
to the door and opens it.

Just as he’s about to send a witty rejoinder over his shoulder, the
unexpected voice of Tooru cuts through the room. “Iwa-chan, Y/N,” he says
smiling widely.

“What are you doing here Trashy-waka?” Hajime asks roughly.

“So rude,” the setter pouts, brandishing your pizza from behind
his back, “and after I got you dinner.”

“Where did you get that?” your boyfriend asks eyeing him
suspiciously.

“Oh, that cute delivery girl,” he points, turning to wave at the
presumably blushing female. “She was so sweet as to offer it on the house,” he
continues looking back at his best friend, then to you, and you roll your eyes
at him; how he does that you don’t want to know.

“So,” he continues, moving into the house and sitting next to you, “what are we
watching?”

“We are watching you leave,” Hajime says, pointing to the
still open door.

“But Iwa-chan,” whines Tooru and you have to stifle a giggle as
the vein on your boyfriend’s head is starting to pop up, “we haven’t hung out
in forever!”

“I see you every damn day!”

Tooru throws his arm around your shoulders, earning another
acidic look from Hajime. “I meant Y/N and me silly.”

Before the situation can get even further out of hand you stand
up, hurrying to stop Hajime from pummeling Oiwaka into the ground. Placing a
hand on his chest, you whisper between the two of you, “Let him stay, we’re
just chilling anyway.”

“Y/N,” he hiss whispers, grabbing your hand and pulling you into
the kitchen. Behind you, Tooru grabs a piece of pizza and digs in.

When you’re away from prying eyes and ears Hajime continues, “This
was supposed to be our night together, just the two of us! I haven’t seen just
you in too long.” Running your fingers down his clenched jaw makes him relax
slightly and you brush your lips against his lightly.

“I know baby, but you know how Tooru is. I think…I think he’s a
lot lonelier than he lets on. Besides,” you wrap your arms around his neck,
kissing him a bit more firmly before pulling back to say, “I’m staying the
whole night, remember?” He huffs over your face but nods.

When you re-enter the living room Tooru asks, “Done making out?
Good! Let’s watch that movie!”

Hajime rolls his eyes, settling down on one end of the couch,
you next to him. On your other side is Tooru, eating his third slice of pizza.
Grabbing a slice, you hand it to Hajime then take one for yourself. Hitting play
on the DVD remote the title screen of “Star Wars” pops up.

“Ooooo, one of my favorites, good choice, Y/N,” Tooru says
through a mouthful of pizza.

“How did you know I picked it?” you ask before taking a sip of
soda.

“Iwa-chan always picks girly flicks,” he quips back earning a
pillow to the face.

The three of you sit silent for the rest of the movie, eating
pizza, candy and chips. When the food is gone, you nestle against Hajime’s
side, his arm around you. Thanks to the heavy meal of carbs, sugar and fat you’re
soon crashing, your eyes becoming heavy. Nestling more into the warmth of your
boyfriend you fall asleep.

When you open your eyes the TV screen is blue, it’s subtle light
illuminating the immediate area in front of the couch in the otherwise darkened
room. A weight on your hip has you looking down where you find Tooru slumped
against your side. Glancing up, you see Hajime is also asleep, having slid down
a bit to rest his head against the back of the couch, his arm still cradled
around you.

Mentally shrugging your shoulders, you close your eyes once
more. Your date with Hajime may have ended up with you gaining a third wheel
but you don’t mind too much; Tooru is one of your best friends too after all.

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.

Miracle Loving – NSFW

Ok @kazuhikonaori, this may not be exactly what you requested
but it’s fairly close. I still can’t believe I wrote this *blush*. VERY NSFW!!! I’ve
corrupted two miracle boys. Hope you enjoy!

Miracle Loving

“Let me make this clear…Fuck.No,” Daiki says firmly, his
intense stare making you blush. Wakatoshi, as usual, is silent staring at you
but the slightest cock of his eyebrow lets you know he’s been caught off guard
by your request as well, though he is much less vocal about it.

“But Daiki,” you whine slightly, “this…this is the only thing
I want for my birthday.”

Turning to look at Wakatoshi, Daiki says, “You agree with me
right? There’s no way we’re doing
this!”

The volleyball ace looks at him then back to you. Shrugging
his shoulders his deep voice rumbles, “We already share her, I don’t see how
this would be much different.”

Daiki can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Are you fucking
serious?! Look,” he says turning back to you, “it’s bad enough that I’ve agreed
to this…this…whatever it is that we have going on but there is no way in hell I’m
having sex with him!” He ends
pointing to the brown-haired male on the couch.

“She never said anything about us having sex,” Wakatoshi points out, “she just wants both of us at
the same time.”

You nod rapidly, hands clasped in front of your chest and
eyes wide. “Please,” you beg, “I just…it’s a fantasy I’ve had for a while and
well…I thought my twenty first birthday would be a good time to ask for it.”

Daiki groans. “Can’t you just go and get wasted with us like a
normal girlfriend?”

You smirk. “Since when have I ever been normal Daiki?”

He nods. It’s true, you’re like no girl he’s ever met, which
is the only reason he’s ever agreed to an open relationship. Truthfully, since
being with you there’s no other girl he’s wanted. Oh sure, he’s tested the
waters here and there but he always comes back to you because you’re the only
one who can satisfy him fully. It was quite the blow to his pride when you
admitted you wanted more, and by more you meant another man, but Daiki figured it was better sharing you than not
having you at all.

Wakatoshi, another alpha male type, has a similar
disposition regarding you; it’s pretty much the only thing he and Daiki agree
on. Not that there’s much arguing as they barely talk to each other but there
it is. Now, back to the matter at hand.

Daiki sighs, running hands through his blue hair. “No
touching me, Wakatoshi, I mean it, one stray ass grab or anything and I’ll deck
you.”

He doesn’t bother with a reply, not eager to be in close
proximity of his fellow ace in such an intimate setting either, but he loves
you and wants to give you what you want. He nods once signaling his agreement.

Now that you’ve gotten their consent, you have a fierce
butterfly tsunami in your stomach. You’ve had this scenario play out in your
head multiple times, often using its imagery to bring yourself to completion with
your own hand on lonely nights when both your boys were gone at games. Before
they can back out you grab both their hands and lead them to your bedroom.

Standing between them, you lean up and kiss Daiki, his lips
massaging yours with an intense passion. Pulling away, you take a deep breath
and turn to Wakatoshi, kissing him as well. He caresses your cheek, his touch
sending tingles down your spine. Slowly his hand trails to your waist, rotating
you to face him completely. Before you can wrap your arms around his neck you
feel Daiki’s hands reach to your chest, beginning to unbutton your blouse while
Wakatoshi’s undo the clasp of your pants.

When your shirt is on the floor, Daiki suckles the flesh of
your neck, finding the spot that makes your knees weak. Breaking away from your
lips, Wakatoshi kneels down, pulling your pants down and helping you step out
of them. Daiki lets go long enough to take off his shirt, his firm chest
pressing into your back as his hands roam over your breasts, cupping and
kneading them through your bra.

“Daiki,” you breath out and he smirks against your skin,
nipping you gently making you inhale sharply. Below, Toshi is kissing his way
up your thighs, trailing his tongue into the grove of your hips. Opening your
eyes, you look down just in time to see him clench the band of your panties
between his teeth, dragging them downward. Daiki gives him an assist by pushing
the tight material down your ass, leaving his hands on your newly exposed flesh
and kneading it like dough.

The multiple sensations are making your breathing increase.
As he leans back up again, Toshi gives a quick flick of his tongue against your
slit making you whine his name, displeased he isn’t continuing.

“Patience baby, we need to warm you up,” Daiki rumbles in
your ear before biting the lobe.

“Oh god,” you breathe. Wakatoshi is on his knees, his head
level with your breasts. He sends a look to Daiki who responds by unclasping the
hooks of your bra. Pulling it down slowly Toshi stares at your body; he loves
every part of you. Grasping the outside of your thighs, he leans forward and
licks one nipple puckering it up before moving to the other and sealing his
lips over to suck firmly, all the while with Daiki massaging your ass and
sucking the side of your neck hard enough that you know you’ll have a mark.

You’re panting heavily, and for a moment you’re not sure you
can take the level of pleasure they’re dishing out. This is so much better than any of the fantasies you’ve had and they’re
just getting started!

“Let’s move to the bed,” you say, “I can’t…I can’t stand
much longer.”

“Weakling,” Daiki teases in your ear but you don’t care. He
lifts you up into his arms easily. Looking over his shoulder he says, “Get
undressed and sit against the headboard.”

Even if he isn’t willing to engage in any action with Toshi,
the fact that he just told him to get naked turns you on even more. The chestnut-haired
male does as bidden, shucking his clothing to the floor. As he moves towards
the bed you can feel your mouth watering. Years of physical training and
discipline have sculpted him into quite the specimen.

As Wakatoshi gets into position and draws you flush against
his chest, his firming erection poking your ass, you watch Daiki shed his jeans
and boxer briefs. He’s a bit leaner than Toshi, but still exceptionally
muscular. You are one lucky girl to be surrounded, literally, with such handsome,
strong men.

It’s clear Daiki is running the show here and Toshi,
thankfully, is willing to let him; at least for now. “Lean against him and
shift your hips down,” Daiki orders. He’s sporting the look he gives when he’s
ready to devour you. Settling as he instructs your heart is pounding. Daiki
going down on you is amazing; Daiki going down on you while Toshi is caressing your breasts? Exquisite.

With slow deliberate movements, Daiki crawls on the bed, his
eyes never leaving yours. If there’s one thing this man has, it’s confidence in
his game both on and off the court. He grabs two pillows, easily lifting your
ass up and settling you back down. Now that you’re a little elevated he can really get down to business.

“Already so wet,” he murmurs trailing his nose along your
thigh towards your center, “you must really want this Y/N.”

“Yes,” you whisper, “please Daiki.”

“Hmmmmm, well since you asked so nicely,” he says leaning
forward. He gives a long lick from the base of your slit to the top of your
clit, nipping the latter with his teeth once before burying his face between
your thighs, his tongue thrusting deeply into your pussy making you moan
loudly.

Toshi’s hands are on your breasts, pinching and rolling your
nipples as Daiki goes to town on your snatch making you twitch and buck against
his face. Strong hands grab your thighs holding you still. From behind,
Wakatoshi watches Daiki work you over, surprised by how much this is turning him
on. It’s not like he hasn’t seen porn before, but watching his fellow ace give
you so much pleasure is making him painfully hard. He can’t wait until it’s his
turn to eat you.

“Oh fuck, Daiki, yes, just like that,” you moan. Flicking
his gaze upwards, he finds you have your head cast back resting on Toshi’s
shoulder. Briefly the men’s eyes meet and a silent challenge issued; who can
make you moan their name more often and/or louder?

You’re blissfully unaware of their silent wager, simply
enjoying the feel of Daiki’s tongue pulsing in and out of your wet center. You’re
surprised when Toshi turns your head and covers your mouth with his own. The
dual feeling of Toshi’s tongue in your mouth and Daiki’s tongue in your pussy
makes you groan loudly. Pulling away for breath you pant, “Toshi, oh god,” as he
sucks and bites your neck hard.

Shifting, he moves from behind to beside you, settling you
flat on your back, your hips still up on the pillows where Daiki has not
stopped eating you. He’s keeping you just on this side of your orgasm, not
letting you have the grand finale just yet. Toshi leans down, opening his mouth
wide to suck your breast into his mouth, rolling his tongue around your
nipple.

“Toshi, Daiki, oh, oh shit.” Your head is swimming, all the
stimulation almost becoming too much. Soon you’re begging, “Please, Daiki,
please let me come. I need to come.” Satisfied that he’s won this round, Daiki
seals his lips over your clit, sucking hard while flicking with his tongue. You
shatter, letting out a long, loud wail of pleasure, your whole body shaking.

As you come down from your high, the boys are prepping their
next steps. “Front or back?” Daiki asks him and Toshi’s surprised he’s giving
him a choice. “Front,” he answers receiving a nod.

Moving back to you, Daiki kisses your lips, allowing you to
taste yourself and it’s so erotic. “You ready for the next part?” he asks and
you nod. He helps you to your knees, guiding you to where Toshi is waiting for
you on his knees, his erection thick, firm and ready to go. Rolling on a condom
and then lubricant he reaches for you, hands caressing the skin of your back.
Grabbing your hips, he lifts you, seating you on his long, strong member and
pushing down and up slowly, encasing himself completely in your wet warmth.

“Y/N,” he breathes out against your neck, kissing you gently
and sucking on your lobe. He whispers in your ear, “I love you,” and you melt
against him.

“Toshi, yes, fuck me, oh, oh yeah!” you cry as he gradually
increases his thrusts. He leans you back, holding your waist and watches your
breasts bounce as he pounds into you. He only goes for a few seconds, not
wanting to finish off before they’ve given you the main event you requested in
the first place.

“Ready for me baby?” Daiki says from behind and you nod,
voice unable to be found.

Slathering on a significant amount of lubricant to himself
and then to you, Daiki slowly and gently sheaths his dick in your ass, moving
in centimeter by centimeter, stretching you out. This isn’t the first time you’ve
done anal with either of them, but each time it takes a bit of work to open you
up. And it’s the first time you’ve had both their dicks in you at the same
time; it’s interesting to note the differences.

Daiki’s is long, strong and smooth, slightly narrow (but not
thin) while Toshi’s is thick, his veins slightly more pronounced giving him a
ridged feeling. Having both of them is beyond words to explain.

Warm flesh presses against your back and front; you’re encased in an ace sandwich.

Looking at one another, Toshi and Daiki somehow communicate
when to move together and when they do you bellow out, “Oh fuck! Daiki, yes,
yes! Toshi, oh god, please!” Daiki goes left, while Toshi goes right, the blue
hair kissing your shoulder while the brown hair lifts and suckles on of your
breasts. Reaching downward, Toshi caresses your clit sending you to fucking
nirvana.

Both the boys are breathing hard, their love and passion for
you overflowing as they watch you completely lose yourself in the sensations
they’re creating together. Neither had really wanted to do this but now, watching
you and how much you’re enjoying it, they can’t say they regret it.

Daiki leans back enough to smack your ass, causing you to
cry out his name and the next second Toshi’s fingers are pinching your nipples
making you call out his. Back and forth, up and down, they’re fucking you into
oblivion until you can’t remember your own name.

“Oh, oh fuck, yes, yes Daiki, Toshi, oh god,” you wail,
then, “Oh…oh…I’m close, I’m gonna come so hard!”

“That’s it baby, come for us,” Daiki whispers in your ear,
Toshi adding, “Come, Y/N, come now!”

“Oooooohhhhhh fuuuuuccckkkk!” You’re hit with the most
intense orgasm of your life, spasmsing and thrashing between them. When the
first wave retreats, first Daiki then Toshi pull out allowing you to collapse
on the bed. In the middle of your orgasm the two of them had theirs as well and
leave the bed to dispose of their condoms.

When they return, you’re already fast asleep. They look at
each other. “Not sure who won that round,” Daiki said and Toshi nods in your
direction.

“I think she did.”

Daiki actually chuckles, pulling the covers over your sweat
and fluid covered body.

“Let’er sleep, she can shower later,” he says. Turning he
adds, “I’m gonna shower and then pick up some pizzas and chocolate cake for
her.”

Toshi nods, moving towards the door to head to his bedroom
and do the same.

On the bed, you have a blissful smile on your face. It
certainly has been a happy birthday.

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.