You’re so welcome! I loved writing for those two boys and I’m so glad you liked what I came up with. And yes, you totally requested right, thanks for playing 😀
#9: Makeup?
Not on him thank you, except
maybe when you kiss his cheek, though he’ll be blushing so much any red shade
just may blend in. He appreciates the effort you put into looking nice for him
but by no means thinks you need make
up. If you want to play around with colors and stuff, that’s fine, but he loves
your natural look the best. Plus, then he can kiss you (when he has the nerve) without
worrying about evidence being left behind for Noya to tease him about.
#21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs
Turn-ons: surprisingly (or not)
he’s turned on by a girl who is confident. He’s lacked it so long in his own
life, that seeing it in other’s instantly draws him to them. But he appreciates
kindness the most. Be gentle with any advancements on this poor boy, don’t want
to give him a heart attack.
Turn-offs: Pettiness and
cruelty, the fastest way for you to annoy him enough to say, “no thanks” is
being mean to others. He’s a sensitive soul and feels things deeply both for himself
and others.
#48: How do they express
love?
Initially he’ll be so subtle it
will be hard to notice. Probably carrying your books, opening doors for you and
just generally being a gentleman. Eventually, when he’s a bit more confident
and has an idea of what you are comfortable with, he’ll start expanding to more
overt gestures. Giving your hand a squeeze before you part for class,
complimenting you more openly, and holding hands on the way home from school.
Baby steps with this sweet baby.
Sorry this took so long! I hope
you like it because I simply adore coach and think he deserves lots of love!
Keishin Ukai – #10 – “I might
have had a few shots.”
“Y/N!!” You jolt out of a deep sleep, startled by banging at
your door and the loud call of your name. Looking at the clock you see it’s
after one in the morning.
“Y/N, are you home?!”
Now that you’re more coherent you finally recognize that
voice; Keishin! Throwing on a robe you hurry to the front door and unlock it.
Opening it, you swiftly pull him in, shutting the door before asking in exasperation,
“Keishin, what in the world are you doing?! Do you know what time it is?”
He takes a step toward you and you notice he’s a bit
unsteady on his feet. Pointing his finger at you, he opens his mouth. “I need
to tell you something.”
“At this hour? Couldn’t it have waited until, oh I don’t know,
when you saw me after school?” You have to get up at the crack of dawn, just
like him you might add, to unlock the gym for your girls.
He’s pacing now, completely ignoring your question. “You know,
I’ve put a lot of thought into this, too much really.” He pauses and
you can see more clearly have inebriated he is. His hazy eyes meet yours as he
goes on, “I’ve decided to just get it over with.”
“What are you talking about?”
Stepping into your space, hands on your shoulders he looks
down at you and you can smell the alcohol on his breath; you really hope he
walked here.
“I’m in love with you.”
Um, what? You take a step back asking, “Keishin, how much
did you have to drink tonight?”
He shrugs. “I might
have had a few shots.”
“More than a few,”
you think but don’t argue the point. He’s leaning more heavily on you now so you
work your way to the couch, sitting down with him and patting his arm.
“I think it would be a good idea for you to sleep this off
here.” He protests weakly as you go to get a spare pillow and blanket, but by
the time you return he’s slumped over, passed out asleep. Smiling fondly at
him, you settle the pillow under his head, tucking his legs up on the couch and
covering him with the blanket.
It must have been some strong sake he had to bring him here
and say what he did which you aren’t even sure he’ll remember in the morning.
Part of you hopes he doesn’t because you’d rather have a love confession be
spoken with a coherent mind, especially from Keishin.
When your alarm goes off you groan; how can four hours feel
like five minutes? Rising you stretch and head to the bathroom. From down the
hall you can hear Keishin moving around in the kitchen, the scent of fresh
coffee wafting towards you. Your business completed, you head towards the
wonderful aroma and are greeted by the sight of a fresh cup on the table,
already creamed and sugared.
Keishin’s back is to you but he mumbles a good morning and
you return the sentiment. He’s probably suffering one hell of a hangover.
Inhaling deeply to enjoy the smell of your favorite brew, you thank him for
making it.
“It’s the least I could do after making an utter ass of myself
last night,” he grumbles, finally turning around with cheeks flushed, this time
from embarrassment instead of alcohol.
You wave your hand. “It wasn’t that bad,” you lie hoping he’s
forgotten the details.
He sets his cup down with a bang startling you. Pushing off
from where he leans on the counter, he closes the distance, drawing you out of
your chair and into his arms. Lips descend to yours, the taste of coffee and
cigarettes lingering.
You clutch his shirt, kissing him back, wondering if maybe
you’re still asleep and dreaming.
Lack of air makes you pull away, but Keishin keeps his hand
on the back of your head, his face close to yours.
“I meant what I said.” His voice is gravelly and he sounds
delicious enough to consume. “It wasn’t drunken talk; it just took me six shots
of sake and two beers to get the guts to tell you. That and Takeda-sensei
pointing out I have no reason to wait telling you the truth.”
He kisses you again, drawing you closer and you melt against
him. The boys and girls will just have to forego morning practice today.
Kei Tsukishima – Kiss #17 – following
the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck
Leaning against the wall of the gymnasium, Kei watches you
as you move about with Yachi-san and Shimizu-senpai, all three of you looking
rather lovely in your formal gowns. To him you always look lovely but especially
tonight in that dress. Colored black,
of course, and floor length it is the picture of elegance but it’s the plunging
neckline that makes his heart race. Somehow you’ve managed to look both
completely sensual and completely innocent, a combination that is currently testing
his level of self-control and hormones are in the lead by a wide margin.
He notices some bold second years making their way to the
three of you. Glancing to the right, he sees Nishinoya and Tanaka are already
on their way to protect Shimizu-senpai and by proxy Yachi-san; but you’re his and they know it. Closing the distance
quickly with his long legs, his hand touches your lower back. As you turn to
look at him, he casts a look over your head; the idiots are moving on, looking
for less watched after females.
“There you are,” you say beaming up at him and he has to
work to keep his eyes trained on your face. You’re not even showing that much
skin but it’s just enough to entice him. “I never realized how large the gym
is,” you comment looking around. It’s your first time coming to Karasuno.
Living as far as you do and with the rarity of time he gets to spend time with
you, Kei monopolizes it when you’re in town, keeping the two of you as far away
from the volleyball nuts as he can.
But tonight is their end of season banquet and thankfully
you were able to convince your parents to let you come and stay the weekend at
Yachi-san’s, for which Kei is immensely grateful, going so far as to sneak a small
pack of her favorite colored pencils with a simple thank you note to her bag
that afternoon. The blonde had blushed three shades of red but was beaming when
she found them.
A sudden thought makes Kei’s lips curl up in a devious smile
that he drops as your eyes return to his face. “Come on,” he says tugging your
hand, “I wanna show you something.”
You grasp the hem of your dress, heels clicking against the
wood floor as he leads you outside towards the block of buildings which house
their club room; he still has the key from helping earlier with the
preparations. Unlocking the door, he walks in, pulling you after him.
“What are we do-“ you ask but your question is cut off by
Kei’s lips on yours kissing you hungrily. Pleasantly surprised at his sudden
turn of affection, you kiss him back, running your hands up his back.
Kei pulls away after a few moments, making you gasp when his
lips trail down the side of your neck, going lower and lower. “Kei,” you
whisper, clutching his jacket, one part excited and one part nervous.
At the sound of his name, he changes direction heading back
up but doesn’t stop kissing you until his mouth is level with your ear. “I really like this dress on you,” he confesses
then kisses your lips once more.
You stay there until Daichi comes looking for
his errant middle blocker, invoking embarrassment in you and smug satisfaction in
your boyfriend. Kissing you breathless is worth the “dad” look he gets as he
hands his captain the key before leading you back to the gym.
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.
Hello my friend! Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy this.
Koutaro Bokuto – Date Prompt #21 – Bowling
“Come on, Y/N, it will be fun!” Koutaro says excitedly.
“But Koutaro, I don’t even know how to play!”
“That’s ok, I’ll teach you,” he responds quickly, tugging
you by the hand.
Your continued protests fall on deaf ears; once Bokuto has
his mind set on something it’s almost impossible to deter him. Entering the
bowling alley, the sound of crashing pins and excited yells filling your ears,
you allow yourself to be led by your exuberant boyfriend to the counter where
he pays for the shoe and ball rental.
Once properly attired in two tone, slightly uncomfortable
shoes he peruses the ball racks looking for the right size for you and himself.
“Ah, this one is perfect for you!” he exclaims picking up a bright
blue one with small holes. Grasping your hand, he sizes up your fingers and declares
that he was right, it’s perfect. He releases it into your hands and you almost
drop it, not expecting the sudden weight but manage to hang on. Looking at it
more closely you see a number “6” on it and assume that is the number of pounds
it weighs.
After a few more minutes, he finds a green 9 pound ball for
himself.
“Ok, now we just put our names into the score board, hit
start game and we’re good to go,” he says happily as he types. Looking up you
blush because where your name should
be he’s put “Smol Owl” and himself as “Tall Owl”.
“There,” he says hitting the “START GAME” button. The pins
set up down the lane and you feel your palms begin to sweat. You’ve never been athletically
inclined, preferring to be a watcher rather than a player but if this will make
Kourtao happy you suppose you can try.
He holds out his hand to you, wiggling his fingers
invitingly making you giggle. A big grin splits his face as you take his hand
and walk with him towards the lane. Grabbing your ball from the return track,
he places his hand on your lower back pushing you slightly in front of him.
“Here, take this and put your middle and ring finger in the
top two holes and your thumb in the bottom,” he explains. Once you’re in
position he says, “Ok, I’m going to let go, tell me if it’s too heavy.” He
releases the ball but surprisingly you have no trouble holding onto it this
time.
Shifting your feet, you stand stock still; you’ve seen this
on TV but the thought of actually throwing a six-pound weight on purpose makes
you nervous. A deep blush forms on your cheeks when you feel Koutaro’s breath
against your neck from where he stands behind you as he says, “Ok, I’m going to
talk you through the motions, release when I tell you to.” For being such a hyperactive
guy, Koutaro can be quite a good teacher when he focuses.
“Take three strides, not too long, swinging your arm back as
you move forward. On the last step, swing your arm forward and release the
ball. Ready?”
You nod.
“Ok, one…two-“
His voice cuts off with a yell of surprise when the ball slips
from your grip flying behind you. Squealing out you turn rapidly to confront
any damages you may have caused only to see Koutaro palming the bowling ball,
his forearm muscles slightly bulged from the effort to stop the projectile.
He’s breathing a bit hard, most likely from adrenaline, but
flashes you a confident smile as he moves towards you. You’re trying hard not
to cry, completely embarrassed of doing something so stupid and dangerous but
he reaches out his left hand and places it on your neck. Rubbing his thumb over
your skin he chuckles, “Nice arm babe, but next time try throwing it towards
the pins and not me, hmmm?”
Cheeks flushed red you shake your head. “I’m not doing that
again,” you whisper.
He laughs loudly making a few people look at the two of you
which makes you blush even harder. Soft, warm lips cover yours in a gentle
kiss. Pulling back Koutaro says, “Next time we’ll play darts.”
“You really think it’s a good idea to give her a sharp
projectile?” a smooth voice says drawing both your attention to the area behind
you. Standing there are Kuroo and Yachi, the little blonde trembling almost as
much as you are.
“Kuroo!” Bokuto exclaims, then looking at Yachi he waves
enthusiastically.
“Seems you’re in the same boat as me,” Kuroo chuckles
casting side eyes at his skittish girlfriend, “We haven’t paid for a lane yet,
why don’t I take Y/N’s spot so it’s not a waste? The girls can watch while I
kick your ass.”
“Oh, it’s on!” Bokuto yells but then turns back to you
quickly, “I mean, if you’re ok with that Y/N? This is our date after all and-“
“It’s fine,” you interrupt kissing his cheek, “I’d feel bad
if I made you waste your money.”
As you pass Kuroo to sit with Yachi you hear him say to your
boyfriend, “So you know you’ll be playing as the “Smol Owl” right?”
After bowling, in which Kuroo won handedly, the four of you
continue your now double date by having dinner together. When Koutaro takes you
home later that evening you give him a long, slow kiss goodnight. As he pulls
back, eyes half hooded and a smile on his face, he asks, “What was that for?
Didn’t I basically blow our date?”
You shake your head no, leaning in to kiss him again and
then say, “I just love spending time with you and it was fun having Kuroo and
Yachi there.” Then you add, “But next time, no sports.” He grins and nods
before leanings in to kiss you once more.
Hi Kirisaki-daichi! Thank you for the request! I hope I wrote
our dear fun boy to your liking!
Yuuji Terushima – Date Prompt #21 –
Drive-in Movie
Your eyes are riveted on the huge screen in front of you, the intensity
of the scene making you suspend your next handful of popcorn half way to your
mouth. Just as the monster jumps out to attack you feel a hand on your thigh.
Popcorn flies everywhere as both hands shoot up in the air, a scream ripping
from your lips.
Next to you, your goof of a boyfriend is laughing his ass off.
“Damn it Yuuji! Look what you made me do!” you say with a huff as
you pick popcorn out of your hair. You aren’t paying attention to him and
squeal when you feel his tongue ring slide between your cleavage. “Yuuji, what
the hell-“
You look at his smug face while he chews. “What, didn’t want it
to go to waste,” he says grinning after he swallows the popcorn he plucked from
between your breasts.
“Yeah, well, you owe me another bag,” you retort smacking his
arm.
“Ok, ok princess, I’ll get you your precious popcorn,” he groans
getting out of the car. You watch him go, still picking up pieces of your
errant snack and chucking them out the window for the birds and squirrels to
enjoy.
Dating Yuuji, while fun, can sometimes be exhausting given his
propensity for immature behavior. No wonder he fits right in with the rest of
the boys at your college. Having transferred from Japan to go to school in your
home country, he was quickly picked up by one of the fraternities known for
their party hardy ways. It was at a mixer for your house and his that you met.
Usually you don’t date freshman but he was persistent until you finally agreed
to one date. One date turned into two then three and before you knew it you
were Yuuji Terushima’s girlfriend.
Turning your attention back to the movie you scrunch up onto the
seat, arms wrapped around your bent knees. Ever since you moved here for school
you’ve loved coming to the drive-in theatre near the campus. It’s a great shot
of nostalgia but thankfully they play the latest movies. Tonight, you’ve opted
for horror. Minutes pass and you’re getting antsy; where the hell could he be?
Looking out the passenger window you can’t see him at the concession
stand any longer. Maybe he had to use the bathroom.
When you turn to look back at the screen you scream when Yuuji’s
face appears right next to you just outside the window. Laughing again, he goes
around the front of the car and opens the door, jumping into the seat next to
you, a large popcorn in his hands.
“Oh Y/N, you should have seen your face, you make going to the movies
fun!” he laughs extending the bag to you.
“You’re such an ass!” you exclaim but take the proffered
buttered carbs.
“Yes, but I’m your ass, so there,” he quips back grabbing a handful
and shoving it in his mouth. Rolling your eyes, you look back at the movie,
determined to ignore him for the rest of the night, or at least until the movie
is over.
For a blessed fifteen minutes your plan works and you feel
him shift closer to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. Oh…well…this
is nice you think, snuggling into his embrace. A second later, he has you
inhaling sharply when he places his hand on the side of your head and sticks
his tongue in your ear. He moves quickly to your lobe, nibbling it with his
teeth while caressing your cheek.
“Yuuji,” you breath out, eyes fluttering shut as his lips suck
down the side of your neck, teeth nipping your flesh every so often making you
jerk.
“Just watch the movie, Y/N,” he breathes in your ear and you can
hear the smirk in his voice as he adds, “If you can.” He goes back to work,
lips, teeth, tongue (and tongue ring) trailing all over your skin. Your heart
is racing, face and neck flushing as blood rushes through your veins at an
increased pace.
“Don’t you,” you pant out, “don’t you want to see it too?”
“You’re much more entertaining,” he purrs, hand trailing down
the curve of your waist to grip your hip, kneading the flesh.
You try, you really try to pay attention to the scenes happening
in front of you but he’s just so damn good
with his mouth. Foregoing further pretense, you haul yourself onto him, straddling
his lap. “Now this is my idea of a story with a happy ending,” he says cheekily,
crushing his lips to yours.
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.”
You were completely exhausted, lying on your side lightly snoring but that was
to be expected after twenty four hours of labor. Looking down at the small
bundle in his hands, Kei allows a more genuine smile to grace his face. He’s here, his son, is finally here. And thank
goodness he hadn’t had a daughter; Kei doubted he’d have the patience for one.
But he could teach his son how to be cool, or so his uncle Tadashi proclaimed.
Kei can’t help but stare at him; he looks so tiny and
fragile in his large hands with his eyes shut gently in slumber. The quiet of
the hospital room is peaceful especially after all the visitors they’ve had. As
the first to have a child, you and Kei had been even more inundated with people
clamoring to see him. Kei stares out the window thinking over the day.
“It’s a shame he looks
like you,” Kageyama said when he observed Katsuro has the same golden eyes as
his father.
“I’d like to see you do better, king.” His comment had made Hitoka blush, her husband stammering as his own face reddened.
Looking back down, he’s surprised to see Katsuro opening his eyes. Kei leans down and nuzzles the baby’s nose chiding, “You’re already a
handful for your mom.” He receives a wide yawn in response making him chuckle. After
some continued squirming from the baby, the new father decides to undo the
swaddle. When he’s free, Katsuro wraps his small hand around one of Kei’s long
fingers and squeezes making his father quietly inhale a sharp breath. He’s
already so strong.
Small wets spots appear on the baby blanket so lovingly knit
together by Hitoka and Kei rubs his eyes. “I
don’t know why I’m crying,” he confesses to the little human held snuggly
against his chest in a cradle.
Your sleepy voice draws Kei’s attention to the bed. “Great,
now I have two babies to take care
of,” you tease, a tired smile on your face.
“Shut up,” he retorts but he’s smiling softly as well.
You lift your arms and reluctantly Kei relinquishes Katsuro
so you can feed him. Watching you with his son makes him fall in love with you
all over again. Damn, he has gone
soft. And yet, in this moment, he couldn’t care less.
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