This is the thing that made me want to rip my hair off my head because of my PC randomly blue-screening me. To those who responded to the rant, thank you for your understanding!
@ourneverendingpossibilities it’s nice that you have such a positive outlook in life!! I was so mad when it happened, but since it’s complete now I guess everything’s okay ヽ(＊>∇<)ﾉ
@squirrelsass13 thanks for the encouragement! I rarely ever write on Word (it transfers weirdly when I copy and paste the text on tumblr) so I was typing straightaway on my Drafts… I click on “Save Draft” every paragraph now lol
I’d ask you to tutor my son if you weren’t so busy!
Wow, you’re very ambitious.
Those are words spoken by housewives, small medium enterprise owners, and white-collar workers. Midorima doesn’t think that they’re somehow lower than him in any aspect—sure, they earnings are technically lesser than his, but how does that define someone as a person? He meets these people everywhere, the people that make up his community, his society: at the clinic, in parties, at the grocery store… It’s no secret that he’s seen as an outstanding person by these people.
Twenty-seven, has the letters “M.D.” behind his name, helps people get over all sorts of sicknesses from light ones like a common cold to not-so-light ones like diabetes, plays piano as a hobby.
It’s not really surprising to the people who ask him “what do you do in your free time?” because, you know, doctors. They’re classy and smart and all. Sure they can play the piano—he can probably play the violin, too.
But you can see their eyes significantly widen when they know he has a diploma in piano, certified by the Associated Board of Royal Schools of Music. Where is that name from? The United Kingdom. Why did you take it?
He always tells them it was just for fun, but a small voice inside him knows the truth: somewhere deep in his heart, he wanted to be a pianist.
His first words to you are: “It’s a common cold.”
“That much I can see, Doctor,” you deadpan, holding a tissue against your runny nose. He sighs.
Midorima is used to handling all sorts of patients: naggy, rude, stubborn people… he’s seen them all in the past four years of his practice. Today, however, it’s only after lunchtime and he already wants to go home already. Maybe attending Akashi’s party last night isn’t really a great idea. Sure, it’s not a DJ-inviting or dance floor grinding kind of party, so he’s not physically tired—he’s tired from all the socializing with fake people. “Meet new people,” was Akashi’s reasoning for inviting the doctor, and of course Midorima did, but none of them were enjoyable.
To be precise, he can’t tell if they’re really enjoyable or not through layers of faux talk. Akashi texted him earlier, expressing his regrets that it was somewhat an unpleasant experience for Midorima. He also wrote “but I won’t stop inviting you to these social events—I understand how you think they’re superficial, but I can guarantee you that they genuinely enjoyed your piano very much.”
Well, if there’s one thing Midorima likes about those parties, it’s that he’s presented the opportunity to play.
“As a doctor, I have to announce the diagnosis to you, don’t I?” He replies, scribbling a pen on his prescription pad. “I’m prescribing you to these basic medications, but since your cold isn’t a serious one—yet—I highly recommend that you consume home remedies before resorting to these medicines.”
“M-hmm.”
“Turmeric tea, ginger tea, a mixture of lemon, cinnamon, and honey.”
“Got it.”
“Control your diet; you don’t want to eat food that’s going to worsen your cough.”
A sound of ripping paper. He hands the slip to you.
“You don’t remember me do you?”
That takes Midorima by surprise.
“Have we met before?” He asks warily as you take the prescription paper from his hand and fold it, putting it inside your handbag. Your lips form a small smile, and Midorima eyebrows furrows.
“You sang last night, didn’t you.” It sounds like a question, but his tone makes it clear that it’s rhetorical. He knows for sure that it was you who was dragged by one of your acquaintances that claimed you to be the best singer in a ten-mile radius—the expression itself is a horrible exaggeration, but when Midorima hears you sing, he has to admit that you do have an exceptionally lovely voice.
His first words to you turns out to be “what key?” instead of an illness announcement because he was the pianist accompanying you.
“You look different, Ms. Fly Me To The Moon,” he says aloofly, writing something on a document. You chuckle at the nickname, not knowing that the stoic doctor-slash pianist has the capacity to be somewhat playful, and towards the opposite sex, nonetheless. Midorima can only admire how melodious your laugh is, even when your voice is nasally from the cold.
“At least you remember what I sang.”
“Like I said, you look different,” he repeats. You were clad in an elegant evening gown for the party last night, and although Midorima doesn’t have the eye to identify expensive clothing brands and such, he is able to appreciate how attractive you looked in the attire. Your hair was done simply in a style that matches your dress, and among the slight make-up you applied, he notices the suppleness of your colored lips first.
The person sitting in front of him doesn’t carry the glamour of the party—you’re slightly pale, dressed humbly in a sweater and jeans—but the lack of make-up, fancy hairdo and dress doesn’t affect how beautiful you look, in his opinion. Your eyes still glows the same captivating way as he witnessed last night.
“Yes, well,” you sigh with a smile as you stand up, “you better engrave how I look last night deep in your memory, doctor, because I’m never going to attend one of those high-end social events ever again.” The first part was sarcastically said, but Midorima finds himself doing as you told, picturing the details of your gown and hearing your singing voice echo in his mind. Being a quite introvert doesn’t mean he’s immune to any of your charms.
“Shame,” he finds himself saying. You smirk, pausing right before you walk out the door.
“What, not being able to see me all dressed up again?” Ten years ago, Midorima would’ve easily flushed red at the teasing remark. He’s way past that now, and instead of reacting like the teenage boy he was, he looks straight into your eyes when he says:
“I was talking about how it’s a shame that I won’t hear you sing again, but that too.”
Two months later what you said proves to be a blatant lie. You’re standing beside Midorima, arms hooked with his, a casual sign that the two of you are attending together, presumably as a romantic couple. This time it isn’t Akashi’s, but a business partner of his—he nevertheless invited Midorima along to provide him the audience for his piano, and regarding yourself… well, you’re accompanying the pianist. It’s not like you’re crashing this party or anything.
It’s only your third “date” with the man, so to have the opportunity to see him up-close in a formal setting that requires guests to dress up is exhilarating, to say the least. Midorima’s handsome enough in his casual attire—having to stand next to him wearing a nicely tailored, dark-colored suit while having to keep your hands to yourself is almost some sort of punishment. And the collar button of his shirt! He always buttons his shirt all the way up and wears a tie to complement the outfit, but for some unknown reason he’s left it open this time and disregarded the tie.
If you didn’t know any better, he’s trying to tease you.
“It’s rare to find you with someone by your arm, Midorima-kun.”
“Akashi,” Midorima acknowledges the voice. You turn to meet the redhead face to face, smiling softly.
“Good evening, Akashi-san.”
“Hello, _________. Good to see you,” he replies smoothly, as you reply in a similar manner. “Even more surprising finding out that you’re with him tonight. Are you two…?”
The two of you exchange looks as if telepathically deciding who should answer, and turns out you are.
“Sort of,” you say, and the hint of mischief in your smile cannot be missed by even the most oblivious person in the room. Akashi surely isn’t one, but thankfully he doesn’t push you further.
“It’s a long story,” Midorima chips in, as if his relationship with you bloomed out of a blackmail kind of situation of some sorts. You chuckle, and so does Akashi
—the latter is gracious enough to show the two of you to where the piano is.
“What are we?”
You are in his arms, as naked as he is, leaning your face against his chest and feeling the beat of his heart when you ask the question. It’s a summer night, and the sheets are loosely resting on your waist, the two of you too hot and sweaty from your previous activity to pull it all the way up to your neck. One of his hands is drawing soft circles with his thumb on your bare skin, while the other one that is untaped (very uncharacteristic of him, but it’s a sign of a good night) brush your hair in long, loving strokes.
He doesn’t respond. You snuggle closer into his chest, relishing the sensation of his nakedness against yours while you think of all the times you’ve spent with him. That one time you had lunch together, those meaningless parties you go to just so you can watch him play and he can hear you sing, the nights you stay together at his place. You’ve spent at least a hundred hours with him, though it doesn’t feel long or dragged—those hours are cherished and enjoyed to the fullest, arguments (petty or not) included.
But it’s his reserved nature that makes you feel insecure sometimes. Tonight is one of those nights.
You move up so that your face is right in front of his because you want to look at him in the eyes. He’s beautiful, the viridian undisturbed by the lenses of his glasses—the eyewear is carefully situated on the nightstand before all this began. You’re sure he can see you clearly from this proximity, your nose against his, your hand caressing his cheek. His hands drift down from the crown of your head to your chest, cupping your breast and playing with a nipple as his eyes grow half-lidded.
Midorima is the one to lean in first, engaging you in a chaste kiss, a perfect juxtaposition what with his hand groping your chest and the other slowly travelling down to your ass, stroking every inch of skin possible. You are the one to pull away, arms around his neck and eyes clouded with lust, thanks to the things he’s doing to your body.
“Do you love me?” The question comes out as a whisper.
“I’ll show you how much,” he answers in a heartbeat before he kisses you again, bringing your body under his.
He never fails to convince you.
The afternoon sunrays shining through the high glass windows of the music hall are almost blinding, considering how dark it was just a few moments ago in the auditorium. You’re by Midorima’s side as per usual, looking around nervously with a bouquet of daisies and orchids in your arms. Your husband seems to be scanning the area like you are, and when you hear a shrill yell of a young child you know it’s who you’re looking for.
“Mama! Papa!”
The little girl, currently nine years old, runs towards the two of you with two or three large bouquets in her arms, the majority of her face covered by flowers. You laugh at the sight, crouching to hug her tightly once she reaches. Noises of plastic being scrunched can bother you less, as you feel your daughter burying her face against your chest. She pulls away to immediately look up at his father with bright eyes.
“Papa, how did I do?!”
“You did good, nanodayo,” he answers, a faint smile on his face as he fixes his glasses, “although there’s room for improvement in terms of arpeggiation—”
You gasp exaggeratedly, drowning the remaining of Midorima’s sentence.
“Shiina! Papa says you did a good job! Do you know what that means??”
“No!” She replies, confused but ecstatic.
“I promised you we can go have dinner wherever you want if Papa praises you,” you reply, and the confused expression on her face melts into real unabashed excitement.
“Mama, are you serious!?” Shiina’s voice has become high-pitched from the bubbling enthusiasm that seems to have taken over her whole small body. “We can go anywhere I want!?”
“Yep,” you nod for further affirmation. “Papa has agreed on this, too,” this time you look over at Midorima, only to be amused to find the deadpan expression on his face. You give him a wink, and Midorima, witnessing his own daughter having such a great time just because you told her she can eat whatever she wants for dinner, can’t help but melt a little.
“Maji! I want Maji!”
“Sure, we’ll go to Maji tonight,” you say accommodatingly. Midorima can only smile down at the girl when she looks up at him, a face-splitting grin on her face. Even though her physical attributes are definitely inherited from him, she obviously takes after you in terms personality.
“And then I want to have ice cream after dinner! Can I, Papa? Let’s go home so I can prepare for dinner!!”
“You may, Shiina,” he sighs amusedly—what does a nine-year old kid want to do to ‘prepare for dinner’? “But before we go home you must meet Uncle Akashi first. He came to see you perform, you know.”
“Uncle Akashi is here!?”
You chuckle. It’s a wonder how said man is viewed as intimidating and merciless among most adults dabbling in business, but is the opposite in the eyes of children. Shiina is almost obsessed with Akashi, what with his gentlemanly behavior that reminds her of Prince Charming. Shiina once even told you that since she can’t marry Papa, maybe she’ll marry Uncle Akashi instead—you have yet to tell Akashi this, but you have a feeling he already knows.
Speak of the devil, the redhead can be seen from twenty feet away thanks to his hair color, maneuvering amongst the crowd to approach your family. Shiina’s acting very much like an excited puppy, and you wonder if it’s immoral to compare the behavior of your human child to an animal (despite said animal being unbelievably cute as well), but that doesn’t matter anymore because Shiina is already in Akashi’s arms as he lifts her up in the air, chuckling amusedly.
Midorima looks at the scene with mild jealousy in his eyes—not that his eyes aren’t green in the first place.
“Mama?”
The usually animated voice of your daughter is now tired and soft as you tuck her in. She must’ve been exhausted after the performance.
“Yes, honey?”
“Can you tell me a bedtime story?” This piques your interest a little, because she’s stopped asking for stories before bed for almost a year now.
“Sure. What would you like to hear?”
“The other day… Mai-chan and Reika-chan were talking about how their parents met and fell in love,” she says shyly, hiding her face behind a beloved doll. “Can you please tell me how you and Papa met, Mama? You’ve never told me that story before.”
You chuckle.
“You’re gonna have to ask Papa for that, honey. It’s a long story anyways, and you’re tired. Best go to sleep soon.”
“Okay…” Shiina says, and it’s not hard to pick up the disappointment in her voice.
“Goodnight honey,” you kiss her cheek before turning off the lights.
“’Night, Mama.”
Truth be told, there is no ‘long story’. Midorima just called you one day to ask you out for coffee with a tinge of nervousness in his voice that you can spot even from the other side of the line. You ended up scheduling a lunch instead, and if Shiina asks him to tell her how you fell in love with each other, he’ll have no explanation except of how breathtakingly beautiful you look with sunshine on your skin and a smile on your face as you talk about music and food and the stars.
He will ask Shiina to keep it a secret from you, of course, because if you know he’s been in love with you for that long, he knows you’re never going to let it go.
OMG my face hurts from smiling and I don’t even care! I had to hold back squeals so I didn’t wake my husband. I LOVE the way you write adult Midorima! This whole piece is beautiful!
(I wouldn’t say i’m BACK, per se, but I’m alive at least, lmao.)
Isashiki Jun
(I decided to go with a cuter gif of him lol most of them are of him screaming)
I feel like he’s the kinda guy who vehemently denies liking soft and fluffy things, but lbr he probably loves them. He’s a bit of a mom friend, though he’d like to see your mom side come out too. He’d be chill with spending dates at home with you, that way he doesn’t have to worry about getting pissed off at people who look at you wrong.
Lbr he’s kinda intimidating, but he’s really sweet and he’s a total nerd. (I mean, he reads shoujo manga, such a dweeb.) He’d treat you right, for sure, though he might go a little overboard sometimes, and you’d have to tell him to chill.
Lol, I just love it! I only recently started watching Dia so being matched with a character who consistently makes me laugh at his antics is so fun! Thanks for the match!
it’s in our rules that we don’t do daddy kinks but captain kink is 👌👀 💯. i gave lev something different (and his is also based on the fact that my downstairs neighbors feel the need to flush their toilet every time i use the shower i hate them)
i’m sorry these are short and maybe not like my usual nsfw but i’ve been sitting on them forever and sometimes you just gotta tell yourself that you’ve done enough!
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Ushijima
“Care to join me, captain?”
You’ve got Ushijima hook, line, and sinker this time around. Draping your arms around his seated figure from behind, and leaving kiss after kiss along his jaw and neck to distract him was just the beginning. Now, you’ve sealed your victory with four simple words. Goosebumps rise along his skin and he places his pencil down next to his scratch diagrams.
It’s not that you two haven’t seen much of each other lately, but something about coming home from work and seeing him so concentrated on volleyball even after his practices and games is endearing. His stern, focused look can be a bit of turn-on for you. Today is no exception.
Thanks for requesting these side characters, I love them (*≧▽≦) Hope you like these, Jade!
✿ – Sex headcanon
WAKAMATSU
During your first time together, he probably becomes a nervous wreck because of how often he imagines doing things with you, and the reality of you being in bed with him is just so overwhelming that whenever it sinks in, he turns all the more passionate.
Will be a complete loving dork afterward, a contrast to his demeanor while doing the do with you. A little bit awkward with aftercare, but that’s just because he tries to get everything right when it comes to you. He won’t give a damn if it’s anyone else—he only can’t stand the thought of making you disappointed (which leads to him trying his best in bed too, cough cough).
KIYOSHI
He’s hard to rile up. It really takes a lot for this person to give in, though that makes teasing him all the more rewarding. The process of breaking him involves withstanding the way he looks at you with that hungry flame in his eyes, so make sure you’re ready to keep your composure under that desirous gaze—and for the consequences of sexually teasing him, of course.
Loves giving body worship! He wants you to know that you’re an incredibly gorgeous person and that he feels so lucky to be in a relationship with you, and though he has no qualms saying it out loud, he also wants you to know through his actions. Will spend a long time kissing every inch of your skin. If you have physical insecurities, he will ask you to point them out and proceed to tell you his opinions about why he thinks that body part is beautiful.
KASAMATSU
Sure, he likes boobs and booty just like every other guy, but the real killer for him is legs. If your relationship were to advance to a stage where the two of you are living together and he sees you in booty shorts, he’ll die and go straight to heaven. Will treat your legs like personal property: if you’re going out showing them off and other guys are looking at you with subtle indecency, he will tie his jacket around your waist or something.
He’s not the most vocal in bed, only letting out the occasional grunts and groans with a sprinkle of dirty talking under certain circumstances. It’s up to you to coax the heavenly noises out of him.
♥ – family headcanon
WAKAMATSU
Wikia says he has a younger brother, and my instincts were right lmao he’s probably the quiet nii-san type that serves as a secret guardian angel to his little brother and will never ever be as loud/hot-tempered with him like he normally is around his teammates!
He thinks that family is a really important part of his life, and he has the responsibility to take care of his parents as their child. I image Wakamatsu doesn’t have a “I’m friends with my parents” type of relationship (like most Asians), but he quietly does his best and shows that he cares in his own way.
KIYOSHI
I imagine he’s a very white picket fence type of guy, I don’t even know how to articulate this. Picture a nice house with a front yard, a dog, children running around… that’s probably his dream family (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
If he were to have kids, he would try his best to be a perfect balance of strict and kind, and he would fail miserably. Kiyoshi just cannot take the puppy eyes of his kids whenever they beg him for something, and although he knows that it’s bad that he cannot say no, he still says yes anyway and runs to you, leaving you to play the bad cop. Let’s just hope his kids don’t exploit him too much.
KASAMATSU
Doesn’t show it, but lowkey has a fantasy like Kiyoshi too (’white picket fence’). Though he’d definitely be the stricter one in the household, or at least he tries to put on that kind of face. He screeches internally if his child does something cute but only allows the smallest smiles on his face.
HE HAS TWO YOUNGER BROTHERS H O L Y S H I T!!Excuse me but I bet he’s such a great one again like Wakamatsu he might not be straightforward with his affection (a.k.a. not verbally saying I love you and stuff like that) but he is very supportive of them and tries to be involved in their life!! I BET HE SAYS STUFF LIKE I’M PROUD OF YOU ONCE IN A WHILE and when he does his younger brothers become so touched………..
You’re welcome, all the boys need love so I try to pick ones not seen that much. These are so fantastic! Thanks for doing them, I love them!
Daichi blinks a few times, a little taken back by your compliments–breaking away from his usual composed demeanor.
It was true that Daichi wasn’t easily shaken…but anyone would find their heart pounding if their crush had suddenly praised them so openly…
“Thank you Jade. It means a lot, really.” He responds, “But…you know, you’re the amazing one right?” He adds, trying to muster the courage for his next words.
“…And if I could, I’d love to take such an amazing girl out for dinner some time?” He questions, absently rubbing the side of his cheek sheepishly.
Daichi feels his face light up when when you reply positively–the both of you agreeing to talk more about the details after volleyball practice.
On your way down the hall, you notice the rest of the team just around the corner–obviously eavesdropping on the entire scene.
You give them a passing wave, and hurry off happily.
But it wasn’t long before you heard their resounding cheers to Daichi echo in the halls.
What a pleasant piece to wake up to! Thank you so much sweetness!
(Im doing this in two parts so the ask answer won’t be super long! I’ll answer Daichi’s on the ask <3) @vball-baes-bball-babes
“Tanaka! I know everyone says it but you really are the next ace of Karasuno. We’re all so proud of you. High five!”
Tanaka seems stunned for a moment, but quickly recovers to respond, “Ah! you really think so Jade?” He rubs the back of his head sheepishly.
Even with the ‘tough guy’ act he put on, Tanaka always found him unsure around girls–especially when the girl was so cute and supportive.
“Thank you! I’ll make sure im worthy of that title!” He grins, gaining a slightly more confident tone of voice.
“High five!” You gesture, and Tanaka can’t help but oblige happily–even if at the touch of your hands, he feels his face heat up lightly.
Truth be told, he would be thinking about this moment the whole day–feeling as if every successful spike was a direct result of the good luck you left in those hands.
My smile is SO BIG RIGHT NOW! Gosh I love this boy, like, he’s just amazing! Thank you for doing this, it’s so precious and pure and I love, love, love it!
I’ve finally finished this! It was such a joy to do, I hope you enjoy them!
Tanka: [“Do you want to come too?”]
Your boyfriend had been busy all of yesterday. He’d been up at the crack of dawn for a run, followed by volleyball practice, and a couple practice games. So you really hadn’t seen much of him since he kissed you goodbye at four yesterday morning. Luckily, you were making up for that today with late morning cuddles. “Pick your head up my arm fell asleep.” He mumbles. You move your head off his arm and he pulls it away to tuck it under his pillow. You press your face into his chest as you let out a soft whine. “Stop moving and let me cuddle. You weren’t around yesterday so I’m deficient.” He chuckles and sneaks a hand under your shirt to rub your back. “Sorry, I’ll stop moving.” He promises as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
You two lay there for a few minutes, just breathing and holding each other close, but the peace is disrupted with a sharp bark. Tanka groans as you roll away from him to help your tiny black Pomeranian onto the bed. “Couldn’t you just let him outside or something?” He says half-heartedly.
Your boyfriend has somewhat of a love-hate relationship with your little dog.
“Come on Ryuu, Night just wants some love.” You say as you press your nose against the dogs, which causes him to lick it. You let out a giggle before placing him down on the bed beside you. Night pads over to Tanaka and crawls onto his stomach before laying down. “See, he likes you. You just don’t like him.” You tell him with a smug smile on your lips. “He’s okay, I guess.” He replies, scratching the little dog’s head lightly. You watch happily as your two boys get along before Tanaka gives you a glance. “What time is it?” He asks, trying to get a look at the clock on the nightstand behind you. You take a look before answering. “Nearly one, why?” “I was gonna head to the store in a bit. I need to pick up some things.” He says.
When you don’t answer him he looks over at you, noticing the disappointment written on your face. He looks back at your Pomeranian and pets its head. “Do..,” he clears his throat, “do you want to come too?” You glance at him, with a little smile on your lips. “Can I?”
Your beaming face is really cute, and hard for him to say no to. “Of course.”
Ukai: [“Come here. Let me fix it.”]
You pound your fist on the bathroom door once. “Hurry up in there.” You say before heading over to your closet to pull out an appropriate outfit for this evening. You were having dinner with your husband’s family, and would be celebrating his grandfather’s birthday. That is if you could leave on time.
“I’m almost done, woman!” Ukai, your husband, calls from the bathroom. Which means two more minutes. You decide to get a head start on changing by stripping to your undergarments and pulling a knee length dress over your head, not bothering to zip it. Moving over to your nightstand you pick up a tube of lipstick just as your husband exits the bathroom, suit on but his tie undone. “Finally,” you murmur. “All yours ____.” He says gesturing to the open doorway. You pass by him, pointing at his tie has you enter the bathroom. “I’ll get that when I’m done with my lipstick.” You promise.
The lipstick proves to be uncooperative but you manage to make it look presentable somehow.
“We don’t want this to be like Thanksgiving, so please don’t get into anything with your cousin this time.” You warn as your skilled fingers tighten his tie to perfection. “You and I both know that it was h-” You cut him off before he can finish his sentence. “Don’t.” You say with a meaningful glare. He holds his hands up in surrender. “Fine.” You place a hand on his shoulder as you slip your feet into your heels. “Thank you.” You tell him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
You follow him out of your bedroom, fiddling with your zipper. You let out a groan as you manage to get it stuck. You struggle with it a little longer before your husband’s hands slip over your own. “Come here. Let me fix it.” He offers. You remove your hands from the zipper and allow him to take over.
The zipper dislodges, zipping up easily after a couple of seconds. You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, honey. I love you.” You say and wrap your arms around Ukai, pressing a kiss against his lips. “I love you too.”
Oikawa: [“You’re important too.”]
“How long?” You ask, yawning slight after your question. You pacing boyfriend stops abruptly before making eye contact with you. “What do you mean, how long?” He’s giving you a confused look. You roll your eyes, giggling at your dumbfounded boyfriend. “How long will you be gone? That’s what I mean you dork.”
“I’m not going.” The look in his eyes takes you aback. It’s the look in his eyes just as he’s preparing to serve. The look in his eyes when he’s serious.
“What do you mean you’re not going? This is an amazing opportunity Tooru! Not to mention they asked for you specifically.” You say, flipping your book closed and leaning back, crossing your arms. He sighs and sits at the foot of his bed, about an arm’s length away from you. “I don’t, I can’t leave you.” You shake your head reaching out to touch him. “You’re not leaving me. It’s just distance Tooru, it doesn’t mean we have to break up.” You reason, your hand rubbing his shoulder. He reaches up and stops your hand, taking it in his.
You give him a reassuring squeeze. “I love you Oikawa Tooru, and no amount of distance will change that. Ever.” He lets go of your hand to pull you close to him, burying his face in your neck. “I just hate the idea of being so far away. Not being able to hold you, like this, when I want to. Not being able to wake up to your pretty face every morning. I don’t want to sacrifice all of that for something I’ve been doing my whole life. Not when I can be here and do the exact same thing.” He explains, his hands running up and down the length of your back. “It is not the “exact same thing” and you know it.” Your statement causes him to laugh dryly.
“You love volleyball. If there’s anything I know about you, it’s that. So please stop making me feel bad and just accept the offer.” You say, pulling away to look at his face. “I want what’s best for you, and this is it. Even if that means I don’t get to see you all the time.” Cupping his face, you press a chaste kiss to his lips.
His eyes search yours as his hands cover your own. “You’re important too.” He whispers, a tear sliding down his cheek. You give him a soft smile. “I know. So is volleyball, though. This is your future we’re talking about here.” You say, wiping away the tear with your thumb. “You are my future, ____.” He replies and presses his lips to against yours in a painstakingly sweet kiss.
“You know you never answered my question right?” You say, a smile dancing across your lips. “Shut up.” Tooru murmurs, sliding his fingers into your hair and pulling you in for another kiss.
Freaking, I love this so much, Anon! And all I can think of is that song Candy Man by Christina Aguilera! But I just love the image of Tendou working in a candy shop and helping little kids pick out their favorite sweets! ADORBS.
Enjoy, Anon!
There was a part of him that felt ridiculous, but then there was also the part of him that couldn’t have thought of a better way of expressing how he felt about her. Especially when Tendou thought back to the very first time he saw her; the bells of the shop jingling cuing his response of a greeting despite not having laid eyes on her yet. And he wouldn’t until she approached him with questions as to the whereabouts of a particular kind of lollipop.
Falling in love at first sight had always been such a joke to him; that was until his eyes met with hers. With his heart beating hard against his chest, he was hardly aware of how his body kicked in to autopilot in order to answer her request. There was more he wanted to say to her, but what could he say to a stranger that was also a customer in the store he was working at?
He considered it to be a sign of fate when he witnessed her walking through the halls of his own school the following day. Stopping in the hallway and smacking Ushijima in the chest had been a subconscious action, he didn’t even know how to describe it when he was questioned about it later. All he knew was that the fluttering in his stomach could surely not be ignored.
And maybe it was a stupid idea, but Tendou had finally convinced himself that it was good enough. With a little help from some ribbon, glue, and Semi’s critiquing, he was able to piece together a bouquet of lollipops – the same ones she had been looking for. A note, which he found himself staying up most of the night rewriting, clung to a single stem. The final touches set into place by shaking hands just before walking onto campus with it.
Placing it on her desk was a completely different feat all in itself. And considering he had been standing outside the door of her classroom far longer than he should’ve been, he wondered if she was going to see it at all. It had been a stupid idea after–
“How adorable,” the voice caused him to turn, lollipop bouquet shoved roughly against his own chest as his heart beat wildly. This had not been part of the plan. She was not supposed to see him with it before seeing it herself. “Who are they for?”
“You,” he answered quickly, still holding them tightly against his own body. When he felt the heat rising to his cheeks, he pushed them out towards her next, throat working around what to say next, “for you.”
Watching as her hands reached forward, fingers brushing against his own as they swapped grasps, the smile that spread wide across her face was worth every worry that had settled in his belly. And when her glittering eyes met with his, soft words of ‘thank you’ on her lips, he knew that whatever feelings he had towards her would always be worth it.
This is some of the best Tendou fluff I’ve ever read! So, so cute!!
This one took me so much time. I rewrote it like four times. I knew what I wanted but didn’t know how to make it happen, I guess. I just wasn’t happy with anything, but this finally made more sense to me. I mean, it’s currently 3:30 AM, but I guess we can’t chose at what time inspiration hits us.
I get the feeling you were waiting for something more, you know, steamy… but I suck with steamy action 😦 I always do pervy jokes but when it comes to erotic writing, it simply isn’t my thing. Still, I hope you enjoy this!
‘It hadn’t been a mistake. It had been everything but a mistake,’ Oikawa thought.
Since they had met on their first
week in college, an intense spark had born between them. Back then neither of
them thought it was what it was. They granted the excitement to the new phase
of their lives. When you’re young and finally starting to take the world with
your own bare hands, everything made you felt exhilaration. It never occurred
to them it was the chemistry between them what made the day they met so special.
It was too soon.
Fast-forward to a couple of months
later and those friendly chats and innocent outburst of laughter became a heavy
attraction. They were oblivious to how much they unnecessarily touched each
other, or how close their faces when they talk face to face as if the
conversation was a secret. It was almost natural for them to invade the other’s
personal space. They were pulled together like magnets.
He began to suspect when he caught
himself staring at her mouth while she was chewing the small pink eraser on the
back of her pencil as she absently gazed at their professor. He had pressed his
mouth against the back of his hand unable to look away. Later that same day she
had tugged his arm forcing him to bend his body so her mouth could successfully
reach his ear. As she whispered some new funny gossip she had heard, he felt
shivers dancing on his spine and traveling to the back of his neck provoking
his skin to bristle.
The smallest actions started to have
a major effect on him, and those sensations were ones he wasn’t able to ignore
for long.
Kiss me on the mouth and set me free
Sing me like a choir
He hit the volleyball with a strength
he rarely put into practice causing a blasting noise to resonate in the gym. He
usually went easy trying to perfect his precision more than his punch. Not that
day. He was hitting each ball furiously. Even the coach stared at him puzzled
by the sudden burst of power. He was aware he was attracting some eyes to him,
but nobody asked and that made him glad. His head was a labyrinth he wasn’t
being able to cross.
It wasn’t just how her actions now
affected him, now he started to notice what had been unnoted until then. He was
observing, neatly studying, the way her body moved when she walked, ran, or
bend. The form her hands decided to do everything, from stroking, to holding,
to grabbing, to simply everything.
And as if his hands had a mind of
their own, they started to superficially explore more of her. Unconsciously he
would rest a hand on one of her tights more often than before, or fondle her
forearms or whichever surface of her body he was having contact with. Even her
hair was being a victim of his sudden urgency of closeness. He would play with
the ends of her hair as they talk, softly untangled it. He enjoyed the smooth
sensation of his fingers going through the threads.
What made everything worse what the
type of relationship they shared. After Iwaizumi, she was the closest friend he
had ever had. She was more than a simply girl with who he could flirt with no
shame or fear of the consequences. He would never cross a line she didn’t want
him to cross. And to ruin what was already built was a dangerous bet.
Then again, it was a difficult task
to keep himself together when he had her in front of him wearing a short skirt
and a lose, thin shirt in front of him enjoying herself with some of her own
friends in one of the too many parties that were thrown in the campus. Nor the
other girls in the place, or one of his new teammates telling him all about his
one not-that-impressive story were as interesting as she was.
He found himself biting the lid of his red plastic cup
anxiously as he watched her.
I can be
the subject of your dreams
Your sickening desire
When perverse images of her started to attack his mind
was when he knew he was done for. He not only liked her, or desired her; he
wanted to take things to the next level with her. He realized this as he stared
at the ceiling covered in sweat in a not all hot night. The only thing that was
burning in the room was his own skin. He sat on the edge of the bed watching
his roommate quietly sleeping, and he envied him.
He stood up taking off his shirt, which was damped in
sweat, letting it fall into the floor without caring where. The fresh breeze
inhabiting the place felt nice. He walked to the bathroom, closed the toilet,
and sat. He rubbed his face with the palms of his hands, and pushed back his
hair from his face.
He took in consideration all of his options. Confessing
was a straight no. As far as he had seen her behavior hadn’t change one bit
with him. She acted with the same naturalness she had always demonstrated
around him.
Also, she was exactly that, a friend. Once you started being in a relationship, the whole
dynamic automatically changed. They were close to each other, but they had
parts of their lives they didn’t share with one another. She was mildly aware
that he used to have a losing streak in high school despite of his keen
abilities. Yet, she knew nothing about the true problem that lied within his
complex personality, the fights he dealt with deep
down himself alongside other nightmarish matters that he made sure nobody knew
existed in him.
He had had a moment once, and he had dismissed with a
simple ‘I’m having a bad day’ type of bullshit. She didn’t duel too much with those
kinds of things. She had respected his space. If they dated, that veil that
still existed between would evaporate. After all, they had known each other
only for a couple of months. And he was afraid she wouldn’t like what she saw
when he was forced to open up to her.
He was also unaware if she had any weird habit or her
own demons. He was sure she had them, everyone had their own. The true question
was how big and destructive those demons of her were, and if she had them under
control. The second realization of the night was how little he actually knew
her. He could order by memory her favorite coffee from the fancy cafeteria they
had in campus, and identify her calligraphy, but the important, substantial
information was still to be found.
A small detailed flashed before him. She hadn’t
demonstrated any change towards him. But he had. He definitely had grown more
confortable with touching and sharing. He had criticized himself weeks prior
due to his new odd behavior. She hadn’t rejected him, or been awkward. She was
confortable with it.
So maybe… Just maybe…
He stopped himself and turned the shower on. He had to
cage the lion instead of justifying why it was out, and freely hunting an
innocent prey.
Don’t you
wanna see a man up close
A phoenix in the fire
He should have known back then that his intuition
rarely was unerring. Almost never, actually. How homely she reacted with his
propinquity was no coincidence. It was the obvious and unique sign she was feeling
her own kind of urgency.
Another party, and another series of red plastic cups
filled with a badly mixed drink that had more alcohol than the necessary and
too little soda in it. It was nearly two in the morning and she clung to his
arm as she was laughing hysterically at the story he was whispering directly to
her ear with a smile just as wide as hers. Hearing her laugh in that specific
way never failed to make him feel fulfilled, as if he had won a big prize.
The place was still packed with people having a good
time; therefore, the free space that existed was next to none. A bulky guy
holding two cups filled to the top was trying to pass, so Oikawa did what his
drunken mind decided was the best. Like an instinct he half trapped her waist
with his free arm, and pulled her against him to the point his lips were now
pressed against her ear, and there was no space between their bodies. The guy
finally was able to walk away but they didn’t separate. Instead, she was now
rubbing his back as they kept joking and acting like nothing new was happening.
The sensation was so pleasant he started to wonder if
the light pink adorning her cheeks was because she was also drunk, or if she
was feeling as flustered as he.
The same scenario repeated over and over again. There
had been a couple of times when alcohol hadn’t been added into the equation,
and they had founded themselves in each other’s arms. He was enjoying himself,
and now was obvious to him she was doing the same.
You can coax the cold right out of me
Drape me in your warmth
The rapture in the dark puts me at ease
The blind eye of the storm
He’d had a taste of what awaited him
in paradise, it was only logical for him to want some more. His hunger was no
longer satisfied by those small, random moments. He was now in the search of
the perfect instant to lastly put an end to the seduction game they had ended
up playing. He wasn’t in for any more games. He longed for the real thing.
Nevertheless, nothing can ever be
that perfect.
That time around no parties were
involved, and both were sober. Winter brake had arrived and both of them were
leaving to their respective prefectures the day after.
They were sitting on the couch in the
empty common room of the dorms. Almost everyone had already left the campus, or
were getting ready to do so first thing in the morning. Both of them should
have been doing the same, yet the quietness of the place as the television
played in low volume offered an intimate atmosphere. He was anxious as he
wrapped her around the shoulders as he usually did. His fingers were tapping on
her shoulder giving away his restlessness.
“Oikawa,” she spoke attracting his
gaze off of the movie and to her. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why?” he quickly asked.
“You seem… I don’t know, quite
fidgety tonight.” He stared at her eyes. She was looking at him with a mix of
curiosity and humor. The glow of the television only got to illuminate half of
her face creating an interesting contrast on her features. But her eyes, those
shone with or without light. His body decided to breath deeply at the time his
arm left its current position freeing her from his embrace.
His two hands rose and trapped her
face in a delicate gesture. She immediately tensed foreshadowing what was
coming next. He inclined his head to her, first resting his forehead on hers
and closing his eyes. He was trying to gather the little courage he needed to
finish what he was doing.
“I don’t… I don’t know…” she started
to mumble. His eyes opened and he pulled back instantly, letting go of her face
in such a way it assimilated the way someone would pull their hand out of the
burning fire.
“You don’t know what?”
“If… if doing this would be a good
idea.”
First Oikawa felt a dry punch on his
stomach, and the air was missing. The next second he was gasping for air as an
incredible anger possessed him. He sinisterly chuckled.
“Really? After all now you don’t know
if this is a good idea?”
“I don’t know. It’s complicated,
okay?”
Now he was on his feet. “What is
complicated? Giving me hints that there’s something between us and then kicking
me in the gut with this?”
“I-it isn’t like that” she defended
herself.
“It feels that way,” Oikawa answered
not caring about his voice betraying him.
“I need some time to think things. We
have an amazing friendship, so why rush everything.”
He made an amazing effort not to
scream his lungs out at that right second. “You should have done that before leading
me on.”
Her face turned red in anger, and
decided to get up as well. “I didn’t lead you on! Being nice to you doesn’t
mean I want to be with you! I thought better of you!”
He couldn’t hold it any longer. The
anger inside had officially eaten his common sense to death. The man who was
now speaking was not he. “Sleeping in my arms, or letting me practically touch
you all the time isn’t an only friends thing!”
“I know we’re not just friends, but
I’m not ready. I don’t want this right now!”
“Why?” he finally asked what he
needed to know. He had a long history of never reaching what he wanted the
most, and from the looks of it, this girl was going to fall into that same
list. She stared at him as she pressed her lips in a tight line. “Because of
the reputation? Because other girls like me too much?”
“I don’t care about that.”
“Then why?” he laughed bitterly.
Another silence followed. “I won’t do this, _____. I won’t beg you. I have
pursued too many lost causes and I won’t chase you until you finally decide. I
won’t stay here for you to make me feel like my efforts aren’t good enough. I
don’t need another thing reminding me that shit.”
And with that said, he stormed out of
the place before frustration replaced the anger, and tears started to flood his
eyes.
I’m
pulling on your heart to push my luck
Cause who’s got any time for growing up
He didn’t heart about her for the whole winter brake.
He had utilized his time home to clear his head, and to talk to the right
people. Iwaizumi knew well the kind of person he was, and what he was willing
to do in all type of situations. The conclusion that they had reached was that
everything was messed up. ‘Sometimes
these things happen.’ He hated that saying. It implied there was nothing
left to do, and he detested not having an option to improve, to turn things
around.
On his way back to campus, he didn’t feel as excited
as he did at the start of the school year. He would see her eventually, and
things would be different. To pretend the fight didn’t happen was useless, and
he wasn’t going to pretend he no longer had feelings for her. He did and he was
going to own the goddamn situation until a resolution came around. Because what
he had tried to do hadn’t been a mistake. He had done what felt right since he
believed both of them were in the same page. He wasn’t going to apologize for
that.
And he hadn’t had to wait long for the so-called
resolution he needed. As soon as classes started, she was resting against the
wall next to the door of his room. He blinked a couple of times being taken
aback. She noticed his presence right away.
“Hi, Oikawa. I need to talk to you,” she announced. He
didn’t move from his place, and maintain his expression neutral. Of course he
was feeling uneasy with ______ right in front of him, but that wasn’t something
he was going to admit to her. He just stared at her to let her know he was
listening. “I was stupid. I was so nervous because I didn’t know if I was
willing to ruin our friendship, but you were totally right. I should’ve considered
that before letting myself go. I hurt you and I never wanted to do that.”
She made a pause to see if he had something to add. He
didn’t, so she continued. “I do like you, and a lot. In the time I was home I
realized how stupid it was. I noticed what you were doing and I let you because
I wanted that, too. I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t enough,
because for me you’re so much more than enough. If you can forgive me… I would
like to make things right.”
Oikawa didn’t know what got to him. Maybe it was her
voice that showed she was hurting, or the crystalized look her eyes had, or he
simply do loved her that much, but he walked up to her, and cupped her face.
“You’re forgiven,” he said before finally kissing her,
and being glad when she kissed him back.
So kiss me
on the mouth and set me free,
but please, don’t bite.
——
Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it!
Oh my sweetness you did
AMAZING with this. Writing subtle sexual tension is really difficult but you do
it masterfully in this. And I think you nailed Oikawa’s personality perfectly,
you really tapped in to how I believe he’ll be when he’s in college, still
hiding his demons, still striving so hard for perfection seemingly granted
easily to the gifted, just…beautiful in its tragedy.
There were so many lines
that had my eyes bugging out at their profoundness and felt like punches to the
gut in the best way possible, drawing up the remembrances of navigating a
friendship seemingly turning to romance but the unsureness of one’s own
perception being correct. I guess I’ll put a “spoiler” alert here for anyone
reading my comments before the story (don’t think there will be but just in
case).
“His head was a labyrinth he wasn’t being
able to cross.” So simple and yet the imagery is profound. And please know,
when I say “simple” I know that these types of analogies don’t always pop into
our heads as writers easily or simply. I’m making a point to show you are
giving us so much information about
what he’s dealing with in a concise manner and that is not always easy to do.
So kudos!
“The form her hands decided to do everything,
from stroking, to holding, to grabbing, to simply everything.” For some reason, this line is so sexy to me, probably
because it leaves it to my (dirty) imagination to fill in the subtext of what
he’s “saying”. As he’s watching her hands, every word choice you give allows us
as the readers to be Oikawa watching
the object of their affection/attraction in a similar manner and thinking “what
would it feel like to be touched by them”? Very effective for building that
sexual tension even higher. Also gives acknowledgement to Oikawa’s observant
nature and keeps him very much in character.
“The only thing that was burning in the room
was his own skin.”
Forgive the possible pun, but this is HOT, HOT, HOT. Wanting someone so much
your skin burns, most people know exactly what you’re talking about and the
burn can be great or in this case painful because there’s no quenching it.
Brilliant, again in its simplicity, to show us exactly what’s happening.
“If they dated, that veil that still existed
between would evaporate. After all, they had known each other only for a couple
of months. And he was afraid she wouldn’t like what she saw when he was forced
to open up to her.” Oikawa
is such a complex character, he’s not just a whiny brat, he’s just
exceptionally cautious about who sees what of the real him and this paint that
imagery so effectively.
“He’d had a taste of what awaited him in
paradise, it was only logical for him to want some more. His hunger was no
longer satisfied by those small, random moments. He was now in the search of
the perfect instant to lastly put an end to the seduction game they had ended
up playing. He wasn’t in for any more games. He longed for the real thing.”This whole thing made my chest tighten because
I remember those moments in my own life so clearly and your word choice flows
beautifully here.
“The anger inside had officially eaten his
common sense to death.” Visceral
and powerful, just, wow, we’ve all been there. Great, great, great!
“He had a long history of never reaching what
he wanted the most, and from the looks of it, this girl was going to fall into
that same list.” Broke my
heart, seriously, imaging him reliving in a few nanoseconds all the failures of
high school, the missed chances, the things seemingly stolen from him. You
bring to the front his frustration and sense of loss or inability to really
gain what he wants and the despondency of those feelings.
The last lyric you picked to end it was PERFECT!
All of the above is to
say, you should be DAMN PROUD of what you’ve created here. I’ve never heard the
song but by the lyrics I can see where you would perceive someone
wanting/expecting something steamy and I’m here to tell you that just because you
never wrote a sex scene in this that doesn’t make it any less steamy.
If
anything, it makes it more because
you captured an essence of frustration and confusion that comes with the
territory of transitioning from friends to something more. Also, I LOVE, LOVE,
LOVE that you have Oikawa standing up for himself and calling the girl on
her BS of leading him on. The confession at the end was perfect, it wasn’t
contrived and didn’t feel like she was pitying him. She genuinely felt remorse
at her treatment of him and the heartfelt apology coupled with his forgiveness is just
thrilling.
So, yes my dear, you
wrote eroticism exceedingly well, you just tapped into subtlety far better than
you give yourself credit for.
This is, hands down, one
of my most favorite pieces I’ve read in the Haikyuu fandom and I’ve read A LOT.
Thank you for blessing us
with your talent, I’m am so excited to see what you came up with for my request
(no pressure, this just wet my appetite).
– help from the senpai jumpstarted the (br)OT5
> Daichi mentioned final exams approaching and Suga suggested the first years form a study group
> it took a 2 on 2 match to decide where they were gonna have their study group at (TsukiYama vs KageHina with Yachi as a conflicted cheerleader)
> winner decides where they go but they end up rotating through everyone’s houses (the order goes: Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, Hinata, Kags, Yachi)
– the parents / siblings of each household love their child’s new friends and often have snacks prepared after a few visits
> Yams’s parents are excellent cooks and soon enough they have each of the kids’ favorite meals down and prepared for them when they walk in
> Akiteru opened the door to find his presh baby bro with… what? Friends besides Tadashi? He becomes the dreamy older brother everyone besides Kei wishes they had and he drives them places after study sessions
> Natsu LOVES when her brother brings his friends over, she gave them all special hair clips to keep their bangs out of their face and they always wear them whenever they’re over, even during school but Tsuki will deny it if asked (star polka dot for Yams, strawberry for Tsuki, smiling sun for Hinata, ribbony pink barrette for Kags, and Natsu’s most prized heart-shaped clip for Yachi)
> Kags’ parents aren’t home often but they’ve come home to find their son in a sleeping pile of him and his friends, they wrap blankets around them until they wake up later (they also take pictures and place them around the house and the 5 become super confused)
> Yachi’s mom lowkey scares the carp out of the boys cause she has that intimidating aura when her daughter suddenly comes home with 4 guys but she’s a great advice giver and always orders takeout for them
– in their second year, Capt. Ennoshita took the team for a road trip to visit the now college birb thirds and the back of the bus was Tsuki and Yams, and Kags and Hinata with Yachi in the middle
> the ride there was full of picture taking by Tanaka and Noya, moments include:
> Hinata throwing up, Kags yelling at him, Yams and Yachi running to get the first aid kit, and Tsuki facepalming himself to conceal the death of his faith in humanity (also cause he’s camera shy)
> Hinata, Kags, Yams, and Yachi all trying on Tsuki’s glasses while he’s sleeping before they all subsequently start screaming cause he’s suddenly towering over them when they’re looking at the pictures
> the 5 of them all falling asleep on each other for the latter half of the ride
– second year Yachi having a rebel phase cause she got to know Saeko from all the times she came to watch her brother play, so she can keep them all in check
> it wasn’t so much of a phase more like a prank that Saeko and Yachi played on them all
> Saeko taught her of her slang and a bit of her confidence rubbed off on Yachi too
> all it took was some skull hair ties and some tough love talk and the first years never went against Yachi again, even after she told them it was all a joke
> Tanaka tries to keep his sister from influencing Yachi from that point on
– ever since the road trip, they’ve used each other’s first names
> Yachi was the first to start the trend when she asked if Tsuki’s first name was “Kei” or “Hotaru” (they both mean firefly) she was like “Oh… Kei!” and then Yams was like “haha, sounds like ‘okay’!” Yachi thought it was funny, Tsuki was unamused, Kags and Hina didn’t get it (from there, Tsuki and Yachi both started calling Yams by his first name too)
> the next time Kags began playing particularly well, Ennoshita quoted Suga saying that he looked like “a fish in water” and Tsuki began calling him “Tobiou” (Yams and Yachi called him “Tobio”)
> Hinata started calling Kags “Tobiou” too before Kags threw a volleyball at him like “I’ll ShowYOU a flying fish, boge!” “Tobi-OH SHIT!”
> it was on Yachi’s anniversary of becoming Karauno’s manager that the boys made her a thank you card and signed it to “Hitoka” and called her that for the day, then the day turned into weeks and months and years and now they all call her Hitoka
– they go ALL OUT for each other’s bdays, particularly Kags’s cause he’s the baby
> Hinata’s the eldest brother no one ever listens to, Yachi’s the literal “little” sister who gives great older-sister advice, Tsuki is the problematic middle child, Yams is the sweet younger brother, and Kags is the temperamental bby (only when Tsuki “coddles” him)
> Hinata declares September to be Yachi and Tsuki’s birthday MONTH even tho their bdays are like 20+ days apart
> Yams gives THE BEST presents cause he always knows just what you want even if you didn’t know you wanted it
> Yachi makes pretty, custom-designed cupcakes and cards that she has everyone sign using sparkly pens
> Tsuki is the one to suggest throwing surprise parties because he claims “it’ll be funny to watch them scream” but deep DEEP down he wants to do something nice for them all on their special days
> Kags always gives birthday punches to everyone (except Yachi, she gets hugs) he also spikes volleyballs at them when they come to practice and the ball says “Happy Birthday” on it
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