don't mind!!

“do i... look okay?”

“”okay?” princess,” he laughs softly. “you’d bring venus and aphrodite to their knees.”

he says it to calm your rushing pulse, but, to his slight amusement, it just makes you even more flustered.

you’ve never done this before: dress up in lingerie for a boy.

but this wasn’t just any other boy.

this was koushi, the boy you trusted with all your heart to cherish you in every way.

“this is the most beautiful two piece i’ve ever seen,” his eyes trail up and down your body, “though.... i suppose it’s because you’re wearing it.”

your eyes avert from his piercing gaze as you blush at his words. “i kind of missed one ribbon at the back, though,” you scratch the back of your neck nervously. “could you...”

“do the honors?” he grins. “thought you’d never ask.”

you smile back up at him, but you can see a tiny shimmer in his eyes that says he wants you, needs you.

he moves to sit behind you on the bed, and runs his hands down your shoulder blades. you can feel his slow, steady breath on your back as his hands trail down the lace, his thumb brushing each thread, until his fingers reach the last untied ribbon of the corset.

his breath hitches. his heart skips a beat.

it feels like he’s wrapping his own present.

your eyes flutter shut as he slowly ties the string into a neat ribbon. it’s as if to confrm that this is real: you’re about to give yourself to him. you know koushi feels this finality too, that he’s the first to see you like this.

what you don’t know is how hard it is for him to hold back.

he’s never felt this urge to protect you for anyone else. sure, he’s been an older brother figure to his kouhais, and he’s always been the one to take initiative during dates and other intimate activities, but there’s something about being the one to teach you about pleasure that sends blood rushing to his cock.

once you feel his hands leave your back, you slowly turn around to meet his gaze. his irises have darkened, his eyes almost completely black with desire.

it ignites something warm in the pit of your stomach.

there’s a long, quiet moment, the air silent besides both your heavy breathing.

koushi doesn’t move just yet. he literally can’t. something about seeing you this vulnerable, something about seeing the love in your eyes, makes him realize just how much trust you’re giving to him, and how much he wants to drive you mad with his touch.

and then you smile softly, let your eyes flutter shut, and slowly snake your arms around his neck, pulling him in- almost hesitantly- for a kiss.

gosh, every time your lips touch his he just falls harder.

his hands find home in your hair as he tilts his head a little to the side, deepening the kiss, teasing your lower lip with his tongue. you gasp and he chuckles against your mouth, pressing his lips- and the rest of his body- harder on you as his patience slowly trickles away like sand in an hourglass.

whatever he’s trying to hold back, he doesn’t think he can for long.

you lay back down on the bed, pulling koushi to hover on top of you. god, this boy was a sight, hair tousled, his lips a little pinkish with your lipstick, and- fuuuuuck, the sexy grin as he dips his head into your neck and experimentally plants kisses on your skin. you giggle a bit and blush because you’re ticklish, and he swears if this moment were any more innocent he could just swoop you up and ruffle your hair as you giggle in his arms.

what you don’t expect is how he suddenly sucks on a certain spot and before you can stop yourself-

“h-hah! god, koushi-”

koushi’s cock strains hard in his pants at the pathetic adorable whine you let out. he masks an aroused groan with a chuckle as he repeats the action.

again.

and again.

and a few times too many, actually, because he can feel your chest rising and falling against his, your much smaller hands gripping onto his shoulders.

delighted by your sensitivity, he keeps this up for another minute before he breaks away, adorning a cocky smirk as his tongue darts out to drag across his lips.

“your-your lips are pink,” you inform him, and he chuckles sweetly as he tastes your strawberry lipstick on his tongue.

“tasty,” he jokes, and you laugh and shake your head. even at such an intimate moment koushi can be so goofy.

“you’re such a dork,” you tease, and he smirks a little as his hands drag down your waist, squeezing a little at your hips.

“i’m a dork, huh, angel?” he drawls against your ear as his fingers toy with the ribbons of the last piece of cloth covering your mound. “let’s see if you still think i’m a dork when you’re soaking my fingers later.”

he pulls your panties off, watching as a pale, white string of wetness connects from the cloth to your already dripping folds.

“you got off on a bit of kissing, darling?” he smirks up at you, and you thrash away from him, embarrassed that he has to see you wet.

“i’m sorry- i didn’t mean to pee- i already went to the bathroom before-”

“don’t sweat, it, angel, it’s normal,” koushi chuckles. it’s funny how he has to remind himself that this is your first time. he takes your hands, and places them on the headboard above you, before fluffing up the pillow your hear is on, sneaking a quick kiss to your lips before sinking back down between your legs.

“it is?” you ask, curiosity halting your flustered movements.

“of course, it means you’re liking it,” he says, hands on your thighs slowly pushing your legs apart, “do you like it, hmm, angel?”

“i-i think i do,” you stutter, nodding. he smiles, but it’s a little mocking as he regards your innocent confusion.

“you have no idea what i’m going to do to you,” he drawls. “but don’t worry, you won’t have to think about aaaaaanything. just lay there and be my good angel while i fuck you so good, hmm?”

“okay,” you whimper, already shaking in anticipation.

“good, that’s a good girl,” he praises you. he slowly licks up and down your folds, dipping his tongue into your cavern and curling it at the tip before slipping out. he laps up all your arousal, humming at the taste of untainted purity as his tongue swirls around your bud before his lips latch around it and suck, eliciting a choked up whine of his name.

fuck,he thinks. how is he going to take this slow if you’re laying there so willingly, making the sweetest, lewdest noises he’s ever heard?

he knows the answer: he won’t.

you don’t even notice his right hand nearing your folds, too immensed in the feeling of being so stimulated until you feel the pads of his fingers prod at your entrance, freezing up in anticipation.

“hey, hey, don’t tense up, princess,” he coos. he kitten licks at your clit to get you to relax, while two of his digits slowly enter your cunt.

he curls his fingers slowly, knowing that if he tries hard enough he’ll find a spot that’ll make you see stars-

“f- ah! koushiiii-”

“there it is,” he grins. “does it feel good now, angel?”

“mhm,” you whine.

“so responsive,” he chuckles. “i’m gonna start moving them, alright?”

it’s kind of a rhetorical question, because once he gets to thrusting his fingers in and out of your folds, curling and prodding at the most sensitive parts inside you.

fuck, none of his fantasies can ever compare to this moment, seeing all your reactions, feeling you clench down on him so desperately, and hearing you mewl and whimper his name. up to just earlier today, he had to control himself not to think of such sinful things around you, because surely you must think him weird, perverted, or even disgusting; you’re the most preciousgirl in his eyes, why would he evertell you that he thinks about your bashful smile every time he fists his cock at night?

but one glance at your face, seeing how your back arches off the bed, desperate to cum even if you probably don’t know what that means, tells him that maybe he could keep you innocent. he could keep this beautiful expression of pleasure to himself, let everyone else think you’re so sweet and uncorrupted when in reality, behind closed doors you’re on your way to becoming his lovely, obedient prey.

his prey that he cherishes and loves.

everything is a blur to him when he quickens the pace of his fingers and tongue, guiding you to your first orgasm (of many) as you tug hard on his hair, giving up on trying to hide your noises when the pleasure takes over the sanest part of your mind and body.

it washes over you like perfectly warm water; a shock trickling up your toes all the way to your spine, your back arching as koushi removes his mouth from you.

“there you go,” he lets you down from your high gently. your head falls back on the pillow, your breaths heavy, but you can still feel when his fingers slip out of you, quick, but you’re so sensitive it makes you clench down on nothing a few times.

“aww, you want more?” koushi teases. “greedy little thing.”

you whine softly, but he clicks his tongue, not taking that for an answer.

“what’s that, angel? i can’t understand you, darling, you gotta use your words,” he smirks down at you.

you open your mouth to reply when he taps a few times on your clit, effectively reducing you to choked-up whimpers.

it almost makes him forget how he’s painfully rock hard in his jeans.

discarding the rest of his clothes, koushi pulls down his underwear, and his cock springs out, and your eyes widen at the sight.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he kisses you on the lips quickly. “i’ll go slowly.”

he moves to trail his tongue along the helix of your ear, reducing his voice to a dark, breathy drawl.

“for now.”

he lines up his cock with your folds, pressing in gently, taking note of every change in your expression.

but god, it felt so good. koushi could feel you squeezing him so hard. he balls up his fists, keeping them away from you so you don’t get scared.

“d-does it hurt, angel?” he asks breathily, fighting the urge to sink in completely.

“n-nuh,” you grit out. “f-feels weird.”

“it’s alright, don’t worry, i’m almost- f-f-fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans into your ear.

his breath hitches as he feels you shiver at those words.

oh.

well if that isn’t fucking adorable.

“how ‘bout i give my angel a reward?” he praises you, his other hand slipping between your folds, rubbing circles into your clit.

neither of you are prepared for how it feels; you’re immediately mewling into his shoulder, your nerves on fire as your legs start twitching uncontrollably, your hands helplessly clawing at his back, as your cunt clenches down on him so good it makes koushi’s eyes go wide and feral.

“p-please move, k-koushi” you whine into his ear, and that makes him fucking snap.

he’s in a daze he grabs your legs and lifts them over his shoulders, thrusting all the way in with one swift move, making you let out a high-pitched moan into your hand.

he’d be more gentle if he could, he swears, but something takes control- or rather, loses it inside of him as he grabs both your wrists in one hand, slamming them above you as he thrusts in and out of you, knocking the wind out of you as you squeeze down on him sporadically.

“don’t you fucking dare hide from me,” he groans, watching as your back arches so sexily as he fucks you the way he’s always wanted to.

“i’ve wanted to see you like this for so long, angel, and now i can finally tell you how much i’ve dreamed of fucking that pretty little smile and making you cry. so i wanna see every bit of you, understand?”

he rips off the lace top with one hand, and you moan brazenly at his show of strength. he licks a stripe up the valley of your breasts before latching onto one of your perked nipples and sucking hard, making you squeal and sob fom the pleasure.

“f-f-fuck, please koushi-” your moans get louder and louder and louder, your legs shaking as you feel something crashing over you so hard it makes you see white-

just as koushi’s about to reach his peak as well, a memory flashes through his head from what seems so long ago.

“i... like you too, sugawara-san,” you smiled up at him shyly, holding the second button of his school shirt in your hand which he had offered you so sweetly.

“you do?” he laughs, half in joy, half in slight disbelief.

“well, why wouldn’t i?” you beam up at him. “you’re so sweet to everyone, and i really feel at home with you, you’re very attractive-”you chuckle in a fluster at this- “and you’ve always been so...”

“what?” he tilts his head curiously.

“...so nurturing to me, if that’s the word,” you avert your eyes to your feet bashfully. “you could teach me a lot of things too!”

“yeah,” he holds his arms out, and you gingerly slip into his embrace, melting into his chest. “maybe i could.”

- the end

“well-”

“wait- shit- BESH BESH HE’S HEADING TOWARDS US BESH DALI PENGE BABY POWDER-”

“yuuj, tumahimik ka nga!” you hit him on the back of the head just as the hottie in question walks over to you. yuuji winks at you before turning to iwaizumi.

“excuse me po, pa clear nalang nitong side na to para malagay yung water jug. tas may available ba na seat para mapagpatungan ng cooler-”

yuuji whispers under his breath. “may available na seat sa lap ko- ARAY!”

you pinch yuuji’s arm and turn back to iwaizumi. “wala eh, pero pwede akong bumaba sa court to ask for another chair.”

“sige,” iwaizumi smiles and thanks the both of you before turning around- ignoring yuuji’s tiny whimpers of “aray aray sorry na besh aray bitawan mo nako- AHH PUNYETANG KUROT YAN BESH”

“landi mo yuuj, alam mo yon? sama ka nga sakin sa baba.”

“BES WHY AREN’T YOU FLIRTING WITH HIM?” he whines as the two of you walk out of the classroom and down the stairs. “GANDA GANDA NG LAHI NI IWAIZUMI BAT DI KA MAGPALAHI-”

“BES IF YOU DONT STOP BAKA MARINIG TAYO DINIG NA DINIG TAYO ANDUN SIYA SA KOTSE NILA OH”

the two of you look at the iwazumi family’s montero sport- fancy, sleek and flawless- like its owners.

“sanaol,” the two of you say at the same time and burst out laughing. you pick up one of the chairs at the court and yuuji rants off about how lucky the iwaizumi siblings are.

“swerte talaga ni iwa and rika, ganda-ganda tas ang gwapo gwapo, tas mayaman pa! Di ko alam kung bat single pa sila-”

yuuji slaps his hand over his mouth as he tugs on your arm repeatedly. “bes bes bes bes bes-”

you slap his arm away “WHAT?-”

another face comes into view. Brown hair, a white shirt that says “VBC”- most likely standing for volleyball club- and a backpack filled with alien-design patches.

“oh my gah,” yuuji’s mouth drops. “sino YAAAAAARN?”

“i think that’s the oikawa he’s been talking about,” you recall.

yuuji turns to you. “talking? so nag-uusap pala kayo?? And YOU DIDN’T TELL ME??”

“i just made small talk nung card day nung first quarter,” you shrug. “he talked about volleyball, and stuff like that-”

the two of you turn to watch oikawa, who runs to iwaizumi.

“IIIIIIIIIIIIIWACHAAAAAAAAAAN~”

“puta,” yuuji mutters under his breath. “this oikawa’s gay.”

you turn to yuuji. “pano mo naman nasabe?”

yuuji winks at you. “gaydar ko, may fifth sense ako when it comes to this.”

“fifth sense depota SIXTH sense yon TANGA”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA ok ok sixth sense besh, pero pota i think gay sya!”

“IWACHAN~ ASAN JOWA MO??”

yuuji looks like he’s about to scream.

“BESH AKO LANG BA NAKARINIG NON MAY JOWA SI IWAIZUMI?! SAYANG YON AMPOTA SINO YUNG JOWA RESBAKAN NATIN BESH”

you roll your eyes, grab yuuji by the arm, and walk all the way to the montero sport.

yuuji has no idea what’s going on, and why the hell iwaizumi smiles so sweetly at the two of you when he sees you.

“hi babe!” he smiles, kissing your cheek as you smile.

“BESH WHAT’S HAPPENING” yuuji’s confused.

“besh, this is iwaizumi, boyfriend ko.”

It takes a few moments for yuuji to process things, and you and your boyfriend just laugh.

“HA- HOW- AKALA KO-”

“besh, last month pa naging kami it’s a prank!!” you hug yuuji. he pushes you away, mouth agape, before he screams and laughs along with you.

“HAHAHAHAHA TANGINA NYONG PAREHO” he laughs, hugging you again. “AT IKAW-” he points to iwaizumi “-GALING MO MAG-ACTING AMPOTA KALA KO NAMAN ANG BAIT BAIT MO”

iwaizumi laughs. “hi, i’m iwaizumi. you must be...”

“the beshie,” yuuji eagerly shakes his hand. “ok pero since kayo na pala ng best friend ko, sino yung kasama mong lalaki?”

“oh,” iwaizumi rolls his eyes. “shittykawa. he asked to tag along para makita jowa ko. speaking of which, where is-”

“HELLOOOOOOOO~” oikawa grabs you in a tight hug. “YOU’RE SUCH A CUTIE! BAGAY KAYO NI IWA-CHAN~”

“thank you, oikawa,” you smile.

“sa true lang, i don’t know if i like you or iwa-chan more-”

oikawa launches forward when iwaizumi whacks him on the head.

you grumble and turn to iwaizumi. “kuyawa, ba’t ikaw lang pinakikinggan nitong hayop na to?”

“stop calling me kuyawa.”

“EHH NABUBURAT NAKO SA KANYA EH SINISIRA ARAW KO”

“kasi naman pinsan bat di mo pa sya sinasagot?” he frowns. “you like him, he likes you. tapusin nyo na kasi! Mag-MU na kayo!”

“M.U. ka dyan.” you roll your eyes. “taena nya bahala sya pag di sya umayos.”

“eh why don’t you flirt with him a little para ganahan sya?”

“kuyawa,” you groan. “it’s not going to work.”

“eh, do you have any other options?”

“why don’t you flirt with him, iiwachan~?” you mock oikawa’s tone.

“hoy, babe!” the brown-haired boy calls out. “only i get to call my iwachan iwachan!”

“pinsan, please, try mo lang.”

“alright,” you roll your eyes, then turn to oikawa. “oikawa, kung matapos natin to before 11 sabayan kita maglunch.”

oikawa stutters, wide-eyed in a fluster, before he squeals and jumps up.

“YES SINAGOT NAKO-”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA SASABAYAN KA LANG KUMAIN JOWA NA AGAD HAHHAHAHAHAHA”

“ehh mattsun shut up! masama ba umasa? Once lang naman naging nice sakin si Y/N ehh” he claps his hands and cups them over his mouth. “guys tapusin na natin to para maka-lunch date ko na si Y/N!”

you laugh as he inhales, getting ready to practice again.

“ok guys, on three! start ulit sa ‘kalayaan’! one, two-”

“Y/N promise ah?”

“sige na, sige NA! ONE TWO THREE!”

“kalayaan na tINANGGAL MULA SATIN NG MGA GAHAMAN SA YAMAN”

and suddenly, it’s like oikawa pours all his efforts into shouting the lines. In fact, you can see matsukawa and makki in the back holding back their smiles as oikawa dramatically cries out the piece with feelings.

out of the corner of your eye, iwa is coughing into his hand, trying not to disrupt the practice with his chuckles

but it’s not long before oikawa’s lungs tire out and-

“isang pusong puno ng kasamaan at saKET-”

oikawa slaps his hand over his mouth just as matsukawa howls out in laughter.

“PUTANGINA SINO PUMIYOK HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” makki falls over on his stomach, finally losing his shit.

“AMPOTA NICE ONE OIKAWA”

“AYAN KASI FOCUS NA FOCUS SA CRUSH HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“GANDA NA SANA EH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“GUYS NATITILAOK NA KAYO HAHAHAHAHA WATER BREAK NA KAYA MUNA” iwaizumi wheezes out.

“IWA-CHAN painom nalang sa tubig mo!! naubos na akin ehh”

“oikawa,” you calm down from laughing, and tap him on the shoulder. “okay lang yan, onting strepsils lang makaka-90 tayo”

“ay, nako, babes,” he winks, finger-gunning, “sayo lang ako nagaganahan”

“oikawa do you know how not right that sounds” matsukawa gives him a dirty side-eye.

“mattsun WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO SAMA”

“POTAENA OIKAWA WAG KANG CONYO SASAPAKIN KITA”

“IWACHAN YUNG TUBIG MO LASANG TAP WATER” oikawa makes belat at his friend, then turns to you. “don’t worry babes, naglalambing lang ako kay iwachan. baka balang araw magiging cousin-in-law ko na yung tao eh.”

“ha? kakain lang sa razons’s kasal na?” you snort, and oikawa shakes his head.

“hindi hindi hindi!! nagpeprepare lang naman just in case. kasi mapagmasdan ko yung kagandahan mo, i can do ANYTHING!”

“wehh,” makki hoots. “di ka nga makapagdrama na hindi napipiyok eh!”

“hanamaki-chan kaya ko naman ahh! WATCH ME MABOBLOW AWAY KAYO LAHAT AND MAPAPASAKIN NA SI Y/N”

needless to say, medyo matagal-tagal pa bago kayo nakatapos.

“y/n,” you hear him call out. “linis na daw tayo. sayang oras.”

you hang up the phone on your mom (power move sis. you gon get an ass whoopin when ya get home) and follow sakusa to the back of the classroom.

“asan daw yung iba?”

“may practice yung english group ni komori, and your friends,” he hands some floorwax to you- “said they had to go to a club meeting. anong club ulit sila?”

“uhh, i think sa earth advocate club sila,” you recall as you move some of the chairs aside.

“hmm. you think?”

“why?” you ask, opening the floor wax box.

“sabi nila kay miss sa baseball sila.”

“huh?” you continue scrubbing the stains off the floor. “sure akong di sila baseball. ala naman baseball club. weird.”

it’s not weird, you think. taenang mga kaibigan sila. alam nilang sabay kaming cleaners ng crush ko lumayas sila. patay sila sakin bukas.

there’s a spot on the floor that looks like correction fluid, and no matter how you aggressively scrub it won't come off-

“what are you doing?”

“huh?” you look up from scrubbing the floor. “naglilinis?”

“well, you don’t have to scrub out every little speck. it’s the floor, and i hate to say it pero public school ‘to. there’s no such thing as a clean floor.”

“but-”

“it’s fine. patulong nalang dyan sa kabilang bintana.”

you step up on a chair, and angle down the jalousies to wipe them.

after a few minutes of silence-

“oh, fuck!” he cries. you whirl around, alarmed.

“anyare?”

“naipit ako sa bintana tangina!” he pulls his fingers out and examines them, you cross over to his side.

“shoot is your hand okay?”

there’s a cut on his index finger, and a drop of blood slips out.

“am i- am i dying?” he turns to you with a fear-stricken look on his face.

you look at him in surprise. “syempre hindi! ampota betadine lang yan-”

before you turn around fully to go for the first aid kit, he grabs your arm, and you turn to meet his slightly panicked eyes, before his gaze goes blank again and he lets go of your arm.

“ayoko.”

“huh? betadine is to stop the infection-”

“i don’t want it.”

“wh-why?” you tilt your head in confusion.

he mumbles something under his breath, muffled by his mask. meeting your eyes, he shakes his head and leans in to whisper it.

“...mahapdi.”

“mahapdi?” you hold in a laugh.

“it stings!” he insists.

“no! the point nga of betadine is para di mahapdi! it’s fine, lika na dito!”

he sighs, but lets you tag him along. you open the bottle of betadine and dab a bit of the liquid on the cotton.

“okay, don’t look.”

“why?” he raises an eyebrow.

“just-” you wrap his finger in the cotton, sealing it with paper tape.

“see? tapos na? magic!” you laugh. “it’s no big deal- ay potek mag-kakwarenta’y trenta na! balik na natin mga chairs!”

“y/n.”

“yes-” you turn around to face him, but he’s so close to you that you nearly stumble backwards.

he takes off his mask and wipes some sweat off his face.

“thanks. again. sa tulong.”

you stare up into his face. there’s no expression- none that are readable, at least- but there’s less hardness in his gaze.

you smile and walk past him, but he grabs you by the arm again, this time, a bit firmer. you try to look over your shoulder, but you can’t see his face.

“friday ako.”

“ha? tuesday ngayon, kaya nga tayo cleaners-”

“cleaner ka today.” he turns to meet your gaze. “sa biyernes pako.”

“oh, oo nga noh,” you realize.

now that you think about it, he always insisted on staying late before the weekend began, muttering under his breath that friday was the day that classrooms were the dirtiest.

“then why did you-”

“it was the only way i could get you alone without catching too much attention.”

he turns around to face you, the hand on your arm moving to lift your chin to meet his gaze.

“i...i’ve liked you for some time now. and... komori told me that he heard from your friends that you liked me din- daw. i didn’t listen... for a long time. but when they ditched on cleaning this afternoon, i realized maybe they were right.”

“so, uhh, i hope komori wasn’t being a dirty liar-”

you shake your head. the corner of his lips quirk up ever so slightly.

“nice.” he nods. “so, ngayon, if you aren’t going anywhere today-”

“on friday.”

“...friday?” he tilts his head.

“we meet back here, clean the classroom, and get something to eat.” you look up at him with a shy grin. “deal?”

sakusa smiles genuinely.

“deal.”

“joke lang naman, guys, lighten up!” you clap your hands. “we can do this! good luck satin mamayang 1pm! lunch muna kayo guys, di kayo makakasagot sa panelists pag gutom kayo”

as james and yannie head to the cafeteria, kenma goes to the library to buy load. which leaves you and kuroo together in the hall.

“soooooo,” he trails off. “sabayan na kitang kumain?”

you turn away. “kaya kong kumain mag-isa, thanks.”

“ay,” he pouts, “taray. come on, just once!”

“why?” you ask. “aren’t your friends, like, waiting for you? asan si kenma?”

“he’s buying load, tas sa caf na din daw sya kakain,” he shrugs. “just wanna get to know you more.”

you think about it for a second, then nod. “ok, well, uhh, how do you wanna get to know me more?”

“i don’t really know, um... anong section mo last year?”

“polonium,” you take out your tupperware and open it, and fumble for the spoon and fork in your backpack. “ikaw?”

“yttrium. i got lost and pumasok ako sa classroom ng carbon,” he takes out his asado siopao and unwraps it. “favorite subject?”

“esp. you?”

“science. single ka?”

“wow, nobody likes sci- ano single ba ko?”

“mhm,” he nods, swallowing the food in his mouth before he continues.

“are you seeing anybody? may boyfriend ka na ba? or girlfriend?”

“uhh, single. why?”

“kasi, when we, uh, first became groupmates sa research,” he stutters. “i hated you,” the words rush out of him in a whisper.

“sorry, you what?”

“hated you.”

he waves his hands around just as you’re about to speak.

“but that was then, that was then! i don’t hate you now! i just-” he inhales, “-didn’t like you back then because it kinda seemed to me na parang you didn’t really want to do this investigatory project. but i understood why, because not everyone’s a science bitch like me.”

“a ‘science bitch’?” you giggle, and he rubs the back of his neck nervously.

“yeah, kenma calls me that. anyway, i realized i was wrong kasi even if you didn’t really like it, i saw na masipag ka pala talaga. yung bumili tayo ng materials sa ace hardware you got everything to the exact details. and oh! that time na aksidenteng nasunog ni james yung pancit canton nung nagstay tayo sa bahay ni kenma,” the two of you burst out laughing at this, “you didn’t go home until you cleaned up everything. that was the time i realized na... gusto kita,” he looks back at you sincerely.

“and... also the time i realized i made horrible first impressions about people”

you laugh even harder, and kuroo smiles even wider at the sound of your voice.

“and, after this defense, di na tayo magkikita as usual, kasi patapos na school year, and we’ll probably be in different sections next year. so, yeah, gusto ko lang sabihin sayo na thanks for everything, and you’re a great S.I.P. leader. and... a great girl.”

you smile.

“kuroo, that’s so sweet. pero...”

a million responses flash through kuroo’s head. pero may jowa nako. pero you’re not my type. pero i like girls eh. pero strict parents ko. pero-

“pero studies first ako eh.”

he nods. “i understand,” he mumbles.

“studies first. tapusin na muna natin tong defense, then we can go somewhere after.”

“okay- wait? what?” kuroo’s eyes flicker back up to yours in a startle. “what? ha? ano? huh?”

“kuroo, i was just kidding,” you giggle, taking his face between your hands, smushing his cheeks together. “how could i say no?”

“eh, malay ko ba!” he exclaims, red in the face as you laugh and hug him.

“i’ve liked you too for the longest time too, kuroo,” you confess. “how could i not? sobrang helpful mo sa mga paperworks natin, and lagi kang masigla!”

“masigla? ano ako bonakid?”

you glare at him, and you push him away. “alam mo wag nalang pala. bye bye kuroo! kaw na bahala sa defense natin!”

“HALA I WAS JUST JOKING Y/N~”

“BAHALA KA SA BUHAY MO KUPAL KA~”

“ayos lang yan, gagiyama!” hinata laughs, whacking the setter on the head. “pag tapos nito gala nalang tayo sa SM North-”

“MAMAYA NA KAYO MAGCHIKAHAN! KAGEYAMA WAG KANG MASYADONG LUMAYO KAY YACHI WE ARE ROLLING IN THREE! TWO! ONE! ACTION!”

kageyama takes a breath. “oh, aking sintang maria, wag kang mag-aalala sapagkat ako’y mabubuhay at babalikan kita-”

“CUT!” you turn off the camera, pulling at your hair. “PUNYETA KASING TAMIS NG CHICHARON YUNG SALITA MO ULIT!”

“gagiyama, try mo nalang kasi ngumiti,” hinata suggests. “mukha kang natatae.”

“napakabastos nitong si hinata!” yachi laughs. “kags, just let it flow naturally, imagine ako yung crush mo.”

“eh di naman ikaw crush ko-”

“AMPOTA IMAGINE NGA LANG DAW EH” you shout.

“OKAY OKAY ETO NA NAIIMAGINE KO NA POTA” kageyama inhales. “TAPUSIN NA NATIN TO”

“THREE! TWO! ONE! ROLLING!”

kageyama steps forward with a genuine, non-serial killer smile. you smile excitedly, showing him a thumbs up.

he holds out his hand to yachi.

“oh, aking sintang Y/N- oh shit” 

kageyama chokes on his words, his eyes widening.

“HA??” you shriek.

“GAGI ANO DAW WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NICE ONE GAGIYAMA” hinata roars in laughter. yachi looses her cool as she clutches her stomach, sinking to the floor in giggles.

kageyama is stiff as a board, cherry-red and stuttering. you aren’t any better, hiding your embarassed expression behind the camera.

“sh-shet sorry natatae ako bye” he turns to run away, but hinata stops him from fleeing.

“HOY KINIKILIG KANG TORPE KA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA sige ligawan mo na!!” hinata teases. kageyama turns even redder and bonks hinata on the head, trying to wrestle out of his grip.

“what just happened?” you ask, turning to yachi.

“well- HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU TOO OKAY” she shrieks.

“I DO NOT-” kageyama stops pulling, hinata accidentally pulling too hard and falling over.

“wa-wait, yachi-chan, what do you mean ‘too’??”

“well, uhh, ishouldjustleaveyoutoitbye” she grabs hinata’s arm and they run away, out of earshot when you yell at them to come back.

“so-” kageyama tries to clear his throat. “you- uhh, know about it now i guess??”

“is that why you were so nervous?” you ask tentatively. he nods.

“well, yeah,” he nods, scratching the back of his head. “ang weird lang na i was confessing my love to maria- well, yachi in front of you.”

you breathe out a laugh. “y-yeah.”

it’s clear kageyama has no idea what he’s doing. so you try to help him out.

“i kinda like you too.”

“you-” his eyes shoot up to yours. “you like me too?”

“yeah, you’re pretty cool and all.” you smile. “so, uhh, gala tayo sometime? or, after we finish shooting. there’s a Tropical Hut near the parking lot if you wanna go get merienda.”

he nods eagerly, smiling from ear-to-ear. “ay! but uhh... i promised hinata na sasabayan ko sya sa SM North-”

the two of you turn to hinata’s voice coming from a nearby tree “OKAY LANG KAGS! KAYA KO NA MAGCOMMUTE GO GET SOME”

kageyama buries his face in his hands. “hayyy, sorry gago talaga si hinata.”

“naw, it’s alright. start na ulit tayo shooting?”

“geh!”

“ay, ako daw? narinig ko pangalan ko~ what is up ladies??”

the both of you look up in shock to see badboy in question smiling down at you sweetly.

“ang ‘what is up ladies’ mo na yan” alex mocks his sweet tone, “hindi mababayaran yung utang mo sa mahal nating treasurer na si Y/N”

“ay jusko!” he gasps, tapping his pockets. “may utang pala ako sa mahal kong si Y/N!”

your eyes widen. “ANO”

“ay- joke, lutang,” he winks. “yung mahal nating treasurer na si Y/N! HAHAHAHAHAHA”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- wag kang mahulog Y/N” alex grabs your arm and whispers to you. you groan, trying to fight the blush on your face as you stick your hand out, raising an eyebrow.

“bayad. singkwenta.”

“sing-singkwenta? wait, sorry, ano yun? di ako kasi marunong magspanish. alam ko lang mahalin ka”

“OIKAWA” alex screams

“eto na, oh! eto na!” he pulls out two twenty-peso bills and a ten. “mga pikon, di manlang makuha sa pick-up lines!”

iwaizumi, the class escort, passes by and pinches oikawa by the ear. “hirit ka ng hirit, gagokawa matitinong mga babae yan hindi tatalab sa kanila ninja moves mo!”

“ARAY IWA-CHAN”

alex howls with laughter, but you’re still stuck staring at oikawa’s face.

why? simple. he hasn’t let go of your hand.

“oikawa, pabitaw please.”

“aww, why naman Y/N?” he pouts, interlocking his finger with yours as he smiles.

“nasa kamay ko pa 50 mo” you narrow your eyes down at him.

“cute mo pag mataray ka,” he giggles. “but for once, be nice to me! ikaw lang crush ko dito tas pasima-simangot ka pa.”

alex gasps. “HALA GAGI CRUSH KA PALA TALAGA NI OIKAWA” she slaps your arm. “SHET WAIT KUROO WASN’T LYING I HAVE TO GO SAY SORRY”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA talaga nga i heard you beat the shit out of him sa soccer field,” oikawa shoos her away with his free hand “sige, layas ka muna, may kelangan kaming pag-usapan ng mahal kong si Y/N”

once alex is gone, he turns to you,  “so balita ko akala nyo bakla ako.”

you stutter over your words. “i- no- alex just thought-”

he bursts out laughing,  patting you on the head. “just kidding! don’t worry, lahat naman at first akala bading ako i don’t take it personally.”

You sigh in relief. He smiles.

“seryoso ako na crush kita. for, a while, actually. do you remember yung hinampas moko ng clearbook kasi di ako nakapagbayad for photocopy nung worksheet sa math?”

you furrow your eyebrows, sifting through one memory after the other until-

“oikawa,” you gasp. “first quarter pa yun, that was over ten months ago!”

“well, yeah,” he scratches the back of his head nervously. “i happen to remember the weirdest and most convenient stuff”

You smile, and he stares at you for a while, happy to get a few moments with you.

“you don’t have to like me back, i just wanted you to know na ang ganda mo for me, and definitely for a few other guys because i can see mattsun-chan-” he glares at matsukawa, who shrugs nervously and returns to destroying another turret- “-staring at you all the time, but that’s besides the point. i know you think i’m a bad influence-”

“no i don’t-”

“but that’s fine. But if you could just give me a chance to prove na-”

“oikawa, you don’t have anything to prove. i don’t actually think you’re a badboy or something. That’s all alex.”

“oh, buti naman,” he sighs, “napakajejemon ko naman if that were the case”

The two of you laugh at the same time, and smile.

“so, can we have lunch together some time? i mean, without the pestering of my iwa-chan”

“and without alex. sure!”

“HOY ANONG WALANG ALEX ALEX YAN I HAVE TO BE THERE BAKA ANUHIN KA LANG NITONG GAGOKAWA”

“HALA MISS PRESIDENT WAG NAMAN BABAIT AKO PROMISE AKO MAGBABAYAD FOR THE LUNCH DATE”

“eh diba ginamit mo bayad for class funds?”

“HALA OO NGA IWACHAN PENGE PERAAAAAAA”

PRETTY MIDDLE BLOCKERS

kuroo: pocahontas

tsukishima: tiana

hinata: jasmine

suna: aurora

tendou: belle

lev: snow white

matsukawa: mulan

PRETTY WING SPIKERS

sakusa: giselle

asahi: merida

iwaizumi: cinderella

ushijima: ariel

bokuto: jasmine

tanaka: rapunzel (you have lots of hair, he has no hair. you complete each other :D)

daichi: pocahontas (if this man aint a john smith i dont know what is)

osamu: tiana

THE PRETTY LIBEROS

nishinoya: princess leia (i mean she is a princess)

yaku: tiana

motoya: jasmine

“kageyama,” hinata pops a mentos and runs back to the net, “what do you even need to practice for? there isn’t a match until next month-”

“or is tobio-kun trying to impress a special someone?” sugawara raises a cocky eyebrow. the vice-captain knows what his successor’s trying to do.

“wha- sugawara-san- i-” kageyama stutters on his words.

“OH HE IS!” tanaka and nishinoya bounce around him. “TOBIUO’S ALL GROWN UP! HE’S A BIG BOY!”

they tackle him in a hug, and hinata follows after, leaping in and cheering for kageyama. yamaguchi and ennoshita pull asahi in a bit quite harshly, and the ace accidentally tugs both daichi and sugawara along. tsukishima tries to sass about how the great king has his own queen now, but sugawara shushes him and yanks him onto the pile of screaming volleyball boys.

amongst all the screaming, the laughter, the teasing, and the shouts of pain because BOKE HINATA BOKE YOUR FOOT IS IN MY FACE-

“hello?”

they all turn to you, standing at the gym gates with an eco-bag full of milk cartons.

god damn, you look like an angel to kageyama. (and it’s not just because you’re holding a load of his favorite drink.)

“kageyama-kun, is that her?”

kageyama smiles. it comes to him genuinely. it’s like once he sees you, the weight on his chest is gone. (quite literally, because the team takes this as their cue to scramble their way off kageyama).

“yeah. that’s my girl.”

“hi bubs!” you grin and hold out the eco-bag. “i got you some refreshments.”

“hi babe,” he sits up and takes the bag from your hands, and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “you didn’t have to get me these.”

“it was on sale, anyways,” you turn red at his public display of affection.

hinata makes his way to you, stars in his eyes as he shakes your hand. “hello! i’m hinata-kun, nice to meet you, kageyama’s girlfriend!”

you smile back and eagerly shake his hand. “i’m y/n, nice to meet you all!”

nishinoya and tanaka are in tears. they kneel down in front of kageyama, who turns horribly red.

“KAGEYAMA-SENPAI!!” they wail. “WE DIDN’T THINK YOU’D GET A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE US! AND YOU TREAT EACH OTHER SO WELL! YOU HAVE OUR RESPECT KAGEYAMA-SENPAI”

“s-senpai?!” kageyama’s eyes widen. “get-get off the damn floor! the both of you being single has nothing to tdo with me! the two of you are just idiots!”

he turns to you, his cheeks burning. “t-that’s noya-san and t-tanaka-san, they’re just jealous... that i.... have such a lovely and supporting girlfriend.”

your heart melts at his words.

meanwhile, sugawara-san hoots and claps for his first-year setter. “kageyama-kun, nice!”

kageyama turns impossibly redder. “i’m s-sorry about them, babe.”

you laugh shyly, and brush a hand through his hair to calm him down. “bubs, they’re just happy for you. i’m happy for you too, you’ve always done your best to make me smile.”

hinata pipes up before kageyama can react. “he really has been trying, y/n-chan! he wanted to impress you with his tosses earlier! he wouldn’t stop being so nervous abou-”

a volleyball collides with his face. needless to say this story ends nearly quite the way it began, only with our precious blueberry boy smiling just a little bit brighter.

tsukishima

okay, this dude has a big bro. he was taught how to treat a lady.

you cannot change my mind that he’s a gentleman

he loves you w all of himself

has this inner conflict of whether to keep his cocky self around his team when he’s with you

or just be a simp and snarl at anyone who teases him for it

 “tell us about her!”

“well, she’s pretty cool. and smart. she’s beautiful and-“

“yamaguchi, urusai.”

“ah!- gomen, tsukki. yachi-san’s just so pretty i can’t help complimenting her.”

“oi, tsukishima!” hinata chomps into a meat bun. “don’t tease yamaguchi for simping for his girlfriend! at least he has one.”

tsukishima’s eyebrows narrow. “what are you insinuating, shrimp?”

sugawara points at him with his chopsticks. “when are you getting a girlfriend?”

before tsukishima can answer, yamaguchi pipes up.

“tsukishima already has one! she’s super sweet... and funny, and... oh no.”

tsukishima chokes on his food and turns to yamaguchi. yamaguchi’s eyes widen and he whispers a sorry before the first-years and second-years let out a collective scream of suprise.

guess it’s too late to tell him to shut up.

“TSUKISHIMA-KUN YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?” hinata screams. Kageyama spits out his water.

“tsukishima, why didn’t you tell us?” nishinoya karate-chops him on the head. “what is she like? tell us! tell us! T E L L  U S”

“i don’t have to tell any of you airheads anything,” he grumbles, trying to will himself not to blush.

“if you won’t tell us, we’ll just ask yamaguchi! yama-yama! is tsukishima a simp?”

yamaguchi turns red and stutters. “i-i-i can’t tell you anything! ju-ju-just ask her, she’s coming over today- oh no! oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!” he buries his face in his hands.“i spoiled the suprise! y/n-san’s gonna be saaaaaaad!”

tsukishima rolls his eyes. “yamaguchi, urusai. i can always just pretend i’m surprised.”

everyone falls silent.

yamaguchi feels tears of joy. “tsukishima... you would do that for y/n-san?”

tsukishima furrows his eyebrows. “yeah. i wouldn’t wanna get shortcake’s effort to go to waste-”

there’s a knock on the gym doors. yamaguchi aggressively shushes everyone, then pushes his best friend a little too harshly to open the door.

“who is it- shortcake?”

he tries his best to pretend he’s shocked, but he’s met face-to-face with a dinosaur plushie just as tall as he is.

“surprise!” you smile, placing the stuffed animal down and hold your arms out.

tsukishima really is surprised. his features soften as the corner of his lips quirk up.

“shortcake,” he pulls you in for a hug. “what’s all this?”

“congrats on your win! you were fire!” you grin.

“you don’t have to say that. it’s fine. but thank you for the gifts.”

“Y/N-SAAAAAN!”

“yama-yama!” you run to your friend and bear hug him. “i saw you too! you were badass!”

“b-badass??” he blushes. “pshaw, no, i just stayed on the court for a while-”

“don’t say that! the both of you were great!”

“shortcake, huh?” hinata glares at tsukishima. “you just call everyone who isn’t taller than you a shorty, huh?”

tsukishima smirks, and snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you close and pecking you on the lips. “what’s wrong with enjoying the little things in life?”

or maybe, he was trying. sneaky little akaashi swapped his lunch with yours “on accident” just so you’d come to the gym and he could show you off to his friends.

speaking of them...

“agashiieeee!!” bokuto screeches from the other side of the net. “that was a good spike!! are you trying to show off?!”

a guy with black messy hair – from akaashi’s description, he must be kuroo- chuckles as he follows akaashi’s gaze. “looks like pretty boy’s tryna impress his s/o. look at how he’s literally undressing her with his eyes.”

your eyes widen at kuroo’s words and cover your face with your hands.

tsukishima- the kid in glasses- pinches the bridge of his nose. “kuroo-san, at this rate you’re going to be single ‘till the day you die.”

akaashi makes his way to you. “finally agreed to watch me at practice?”

you duck your head, trying to conceal the heat coming up on your face. “no, i-i just... y-you left your lunch.”

“aw, darling, are you just saying you wanted to have lunch with me? how sweet of you, love,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he takes the bag from your hands. you can’t help the jumble of words that comes out of you a fluster.

“oi, akaashi,” kuroo raises an eyebrow “mind introducing us?”

the both of you turn to bokuto, kuroo, and tsukishima.

“oh?” akaashi smirks at them, then at you. “this, is my pretty little y/n.”

he snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you close. you hide your face in his chest.

“HAAA?!” bokuto’s eyes widen. “YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!? CONGRATULATIONS!! SHE’S SO CUTE!!”

“she really is. she came all the way here because she wanted to see me at practice, didn’t she?” his grin widens as you stumble for words.

“i-i- ah... uh...”

he laughs, before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“it’s alright, love, next time if you really wanna come see me at practice, all you have to do is ask, darling.”

Tsukishima grabs akaashi’s wrist. “Oi, who are you and what have you done with akaashi-san?”

Akaashi raises an eyebrow. “what do you mean?”

“yeah, you’re not akaashi!” kuroo crosses his arms. “akaashi’s never like this around us!”

bokuto’s hair deflates, and the sad puppy look on his face would have made you laugh if you weren’t still burning up in akaashi’s grip.

“are you saying akaashi doesn’t like us anymore?” bokuto almost-whimpers.

“bokuto- oh, no, oh no no no no... AKAASHI LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO BOKE-TO!” kuroo’s eyes widen as tsukishima laughs at bokuto’s emo mode. “i think you broke him!”

bokuto whines. “DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME i’M HAPPY FOR YOU I’LL JUST HAVE TO GET OVER MY DRAMATIC SESSION”

akaashi sighs, then chuckles as he turns to you.

“i’ll handle bokuto-san for a minute, then all my attention will be on you for lunch. could you hold this?”

you reach for the onigiri bag he’s holding out to you, but he pulls you by the arm for a kiss on the lips that has you physically unable to function properly.

iwaizumi

iwa’s known to physically beat up everyone on the seijoh team, especially oikawa

don’t get me wrong, it’s all with good intention to get them to work harder and improve themselves

but everyone’s used to him being so aggressive in everything he does that when he goes from >:( to :) in a snap it never fails to catch them off guard

he really went uno-reverse in the middle of abusing oikawa

“OI SHITTYKAWA I CAN SEE YOU ROLLING YOUR EYES AT ME”

“BLEH AND WHAT ARE YAH GONNA DO ABOUT IT IWA-CHAN” oikawa sticks his tongue out.

big mistake on his flatass. because now, he’s taking mikasa volleyballs to the face.

“YOU BETTER STOP GOOFING AROUND, SHITTYKAWA, BECAUSE IF YOU SCREW UP EVEN ONCE I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL- oh hey, babycakes! what are you doing here?”

oikawa slowly lowers his hands from his head as the volleyballs suddenly stop. he sighs in relief as he hears iwa’s voice turn soft.

“baby, baby, baby, you didn’t have to get all this for me!”

oikawa turns to see iwa’s soft smile directed to the food in your hands.

“you told me on facetime you wanted mcdonald’s,” you hold out the bag to him.

“you’re always so sweet to me, even if i almost barely have time to kiss those chubby cheeks of yours,” iwa coos as he squishes your adorable face in his hands.

oikawa almost pukes rainbows at how sweet you two are, but he knows better than to make fun of his best friend.

“i’ll make it up to you, babe. you know what? i’ll ask coach if you can stay here every practice from now on. gotta have my princess to motivate me, right?”

you smile and nod as iwa laughs at your cuteness, and he lifts you over his shoulder as you squeal and pray he doesn’t slip.

suddenly, iwa shoots a glare at oikawa, and the latter’s blood runs cold, not even having recovered enough from the volleyball attack to get off the floor.