after that, he won't stay up too much longer. kenma always finds himself curling up right next to you.

— SUNA RINTAROU

you think suna is seriously addicted to back hugs. you'll be standing at the kitchen counter, just grabbing a few things out of the cabinets for dinner, and then your boyfriends will apere out of thin air. arms wrapping around your middle and head resting on top of yours.

when you stand in front of the mirror to put on your various jewlery pieces, he'll be there in just a few seconds. trailing kisses down your neck and shoulders, whispering about how pretty you look.

outings with your friends should be safe right? nope, suna is just a clingy around your shared friends despite the shit that he gets from the twins. suna will just bury himself deeper into you. fingers gripping a bit tighter at your hips, arms a bit more flexed against you, and head buried so far into your hair that you're concerned for his air supply.

what can he say, back hugs are the perfect way to go in any situations.

— TSUKISHIMA KEI

does he do it on purpose? or is it just a reflex after all this time? as soon as you're in arms length, tsukishima gently tucks the hairs that frames your face behind your ears. when you sit across from each other when eating dinner, when your scanning the bookshelves at your local library, and especially when laying in bed together.

you don't dare confront him about this little habit, scared if you mention it he'll stop. so, instead you bask in confusion. every time he tucks your hair back, your checks flush for a few seconds and your eyes go wide before you regain control and continue doing whatever you were doing before his interruption.

little do you know, that's exactly why he does it. he knows that he can easily fluster you with his words, but doing it with his actions is just so much more fun.

— KAGEYAMA TOBIO

anytime kageyama's fingers brush against yours, within seconds he is slipping his hand into yours. no matter where you are or what you're doing, his finger will lace with yours and he won't let go until he absolutely has to.

right before press conferences his coach will have to grip his jersey and tug him along, a sad pout gracing his features for a few seconds as he looks at you longingly. in busy crowds while waiting for the subway, he'll grab onto your hand and make sure that his grip is strong enough to keep you close to him. at home when your sitting at the dining room table, typing away on your laptop and just taking a break to stretch your fingers out. in those situations you find yourself typing with just one hand while the other rubs circles on kageyama's knuckles.

it's not like he won't let you drive or that he thinks you're a bad driver, it's nothing like that. it's just he subconciously does it. he'll hear the jingle of the keys and rush to the front door to accompany you to where ever it is you need to go.

it's okay though. he always does that thing where he rest his hand on the back of your headrest when reversing. you get to see his tongue poking out a little, a habit that's stuck from young age, in order to focus. the way his hand rest on your thigh doesn't have you complaining either.

— BOKUTO KOUTAROU

bokuto's apartment is nicer than yours. it always confuses you when he comes over and makes himself right at home, especially when you see the way he acts in his own apartment.

he's stiff when sitting on his couch, but sprawls out on yours. he barely ever uses his kitchen, but he teaches you how to make his favorite foods in yours. his shower consists of a bottle of shampoo and body wash that your sure have been there since you've started dating, but he always digs into your sugar scrubs, lotions, and various soaps. he's always up late either scrolling on his phone or just laying and looking at the ceiling while in his bed, but within minutes of being laying on your comforter, he's out like a light.

bokuto likes your apartment. it's full of things that just scream your name. the various pieces of art work that hang on your walls are much more sentimental than the ones his interior designer had picked out for his apartment. the different types of plants that are scattered in every corner of your house just give more life to your place.

finally you ask him. why? why does he want to be in your little apartment when its an extra 20 minutes away from his work and when it's almost 1/3 of the size of his and when you've got new problems that pop up every other week.

at first he doesn't answer and you're worried you've scared him off or said something wrong. but then he takes his hands in yours and tells you, "it just feels like home because of you."

— USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

children have never been especially drawn to him. instead, the stoic look on his face scares them and his large build only solidifies those feelings. it's never really bothered him, or rather he doesn't let it bother him too much. he knows that he's intimidating, even to grown adults, so he doesn't worry about it.

however, as soon as he started dating you, children would flock around the pair of you. every date and outing you've been on with him, at least one kid has approached you. they always come up to you first, still a little uneasy of the big man that stands next to you.

lost kids that cry about their moms and dads, kids who tell you that you're pretty while bashfully hiding behind their hands, kids that ask you to pass them the ball when it stumbles in front of you. you always handle them with grace and cheer.

lost children get to hold your hand as you ask them questions and look around for their parents. you always compliment the bashful children, their cheeks glowing at your kind and genuine words. kids who wave at you and send you big smiles as you kick or throw their ball back.

even on the days when you seemed tired, bags under your eyes a bit darker and yawns more frequent, you would arrive on schedule every time.

the covers were too hot.

on rainy days, you wore a blue and green sweater to class. it draped over your figure, way too big for you. he wondered if it was your boyfriends or your brothers or maybe a friend? he wanted it to be his, because the way you brought your hands over the sleeve to make sweater paws and the way you buried yourself in the collar when a gust of wind would come into the classroom. it drove him crazy.

he wanted to bury you in blankets and oversized sweater alike on days like that. bring you warm tea and fuzzy socks, anything to make you feel comfortable on the colder days in tokyo.

it was too dark in his room.

the lights flickered off in the classroom as students began to panic. the snow that was falling from the window certainly had to be the cause of the black out. bokuto never really had liked the dark, always opting to sleep with a night light whenever possible and never go on runs too late into the night.

you seemed to notice the way he tensed up and anxiously bounced his leg. with a light tap to his shoulder, he whipped around to face you. one hand outstretched and holding an earbud, gesturing for him to take it. as soon as he placed it in his ear, he swore the best song he had ever heard came on.

his hands were sweaty.

bokuto laid on the floor of the gym, all tired out from practice. he made his way towards the doors, thanking his coaches, teammates, and mangers before leaving with his bag slung on his shoulder and water bottle in his hand.

the closing of the east entrance door made his head swivel. down the stairs you padded, making your way the same direction he was walking. calling out to you, he asked what you were still doing at school so late.

with your explanation out of the way, he told you he would walk you home. it didn't come without some refusal on your part, but after he explained that he wouldn't feel right if your walked home alone in the dark, you agreed. truthfully, while you were relieved -- partially fearing the walk home -- bokuto was more anxious than ever.

but eventually, bokuto would retire. face on one pillow and arm hugging another one, thoughts of what it would feel like to finally hold you in his arms plaguing his mind before his droopy lids fell.

“can we turn this off?” he mumbled, definitely a bit embarrassed. even though you couldn't see his face a pink blush was making its way up his neck and to his ears.

“course we can.” you reached for the remote and turned off the television. much to your surprise, atsumu gripped your hips so that you were now laying down on the couch; back up against his chest, he covered your neck in feathering kisses.

it’s like he was reading your mind. as soon as you opened your mouth, atsumu was already answering your question. “just wanna stay like this awhile, sweetheart,” his words were a bit muffled in your skin, but you were able to make it out.

“don’t worry tsum, i'll protect you,” you cooed at him. atsumu rolled his eyes at your teasing and quickly his fingers were dancing across your stomach, laughs and giggles spilling from your mouth along with insincere apologies.

— KITA SHINSUKE

kita held you close as thunder clapped, the both of you were huddled under the covers of your shared bed. the pattering of rain was heard on the roof and windows, all in all it was quite peaceful aside from the cracks of thunder that happened sporadically.

it wasn’t like kita and you were afraid of a bit of thunder and lightning, but this storm in particular was really bad. so bad that kita's work had been called off for a week and you had gotten the okay to work from home.

one of kita's arms was wrapped around your waist and the other one was cradling the back of your head. a particularly loud clap had you gripping onto kita’s soft sweater and your boyfriend brought you closer to him, if that was even possible at this point.

“doing okay?” he asked you softly.

“yeah, you?” you replied, voice muffled a bit due to your position.

“yeah, baby, i'm okay,” he told you. kisses were placed on your hairline as you hummed in content.

suddenly the thunder didn’t seem so loud compared to the steady beat of kita's heart and slowly but surely, it lulls you to sleep. kita watched as your features became relaxed and your hands seemed to loosen their hold on him. he decided to follow you into sleep, shifting slightly to tangle your legs with his a bit tighter and pulling your head under his chin.

rain continues to hit down as you and kita cling onto each other.

— AONE TAKANOBU

aone sat on the couch, hands laced together as he twirled his thumbs. half his attention was on the television show playing in front of him and the other half was on the door near the kitchen. you texted him saying you had to stay a bit later than usual and that he could start on dinner if he wanted. aone decided to wait, despite the growling from his stomach, but the ache in his heart was much stronger.

work wasn’t necessarily hard today, but it did tire him out a bit more than usual. his lower back is sore and his eyelids a bit droopy, sleepiness almost overtaking him.

when he heard the familiar jiggling of your keys and the hinges of your door creaking softly as the door opened, he got up from his spot on the couch but didn’t move to meet you. aone never wanted to take away your space, especially when you got home from work. no matter how much he longed to hold you and place his lips against yours.

“honey?” you called out a pet name as you slipped off your shoes and set down your bag. you moved around the house to find your boyfriend and finally finding him, you brought your arms around his neck as he planted hands on your waist.

he glanced down nervously at your lips, so you leaned in as to tell him that you wanted the same thing. your lips stayed together as he brought you down to the couch, now your legs on either side of his outer thighs.

the kisses were long and sweet, almost longing. soon you pulled away and rested your head on the man's shoulder as he hooked his head over your shoulder. you could feel him breath deeply against your neck as well as the feeling of his hands crawling up your back to rub it lightly.

you stayed like this for a like while longer before tugging your head from its spot on him to look him in the eyes. "wanna get take out and watch our show?" you suggested with a quirk of your head.