yeano

+ how they act when they’re clingy

Kuroo

Since it’s basically canon now that Kuroo will only fall for someone whom he’s already close with

when you start dating he’s instantly clingy and comfortable with touching you

always a hand on your waist or on top of your thigh when sitting beside each other, 

on your hips when he’s behind you in the lunch line,

an arm around your shoulders while he’s leaning on the wall as you talk within your friend group

when he’s behind you, he likes putting a hand on top of your head then resting his chin on top of it

and one of his favorites is when he places his thigh on top of yours

he knows how heavy it is, but he just laughs when you groan as you try to remove it.

you can’t. it’s too thicc. 

lemme just add that when only his friend group is present, he pulls you down on his lap and kisses your jaw while you converse with each other.

When his friends are like ugh wtf Kuroo he just replies with something along the lines of, 

“You’re just bitter.”

there are days when he’s extra touchy,

when you sit beside each other in the cafeteria, he sneaks his hand under your skirt then just casually rest it on top of your bare thighs, and proceeds to chat with your friends and eat. 

He squeezes it from time to time and it almost causes you to choke on your food.

Not to mention how warm his hand usually is. 

It gets worse when you’re hanging out at home

He’s basically all over you. 

His head on your lap, or you’re sitting on his lap.

One hand always has to be on your skin. ON YOUR SKIN. 

Like when you’re in front of the fridge, staring at the contents and not getting anything because you’re indecisive ahaha

He’s going to sneak behind you and snake his hand under your shirt and lean in, 

“Anything good?” 

Oh and if that isn’t enough he also likes slapping your ass and the back of your thighs when your back is facing him.

Be mentally prepared whenever you turn around please because this man cannot keep his hands to himself.

You decided to just confront him about it, not because you’re mad or that you don’t like it, but to know is he’s self aware. 

And yes.

He is.

“Tetsu,” You glance up at him, head resting on his shoulders, 

The raven-haired’s eyes were focused on the tv screen while he munched on the popcorn, 

“Yeah?” He answers, not bothering to look at you. 

“You know you’re really clingy, right?” 

He stops chewing and draws away from you slightly, causing you to sit up straight from your bent position.

He stared at you for a second before returning to his previous activity. Eyes onto the movie that was playing.

Kuroo popped another piece into his mouth and said between bites, 

“Yeah. What about it?” 

His nonchalant response made you shake your head in amusement.

Of course he doesn’t mind. 

And what about it? Nothing. You love it. You can’t lie about that <33

Bokuto

king of back hugs

will always run up to you whenever he sees you 

be it in the hallways, or just somewhere across the classroom during a class activity

when he sees your back it’s instinct that he’s going to wrap his arms around you and snuggle in your neck

you got used to it but it flustered you at first

like you’re talking to your groupmates, or a senior then he suddenly a 6 foot man just embraces you

but now you continue whatever you’re doing even when he takes you by surprise

it still makes your heart skip a beat, but it’s normal now

it came to the point where when you get something from your locker, you expect a warm body against your back

when he’s extra clingy, especially during emo mode when everyone just ignores him, he doesn’t let go

when you have to go outside, he’s going to follow you. He’s attached to you as you walk in the halls. 

People always look at you when he does that, and it’s so cute ugh

Speaking of emo mode, in class he comes running to you when he has poor grades or isn’t able to contribute to his classmates. 

Bokuto mindlessly pecks your neck when he cuddles you and it’s AJEFDOSJEF yes 

People usually view neck kisses as sexual but it’s really pure when it comes from him

You were in a fast food chain, just a casual date

He was wearing a huge hoodie, and you were wearing his shirt that was oversized on you. Dates like these are the ones that the both of you enjoy the most. Nothing fancy, just wholesome childish fun.

Bokuto just finished telling you this ✨ Awesome™ ✨ story while gobbling on his french fries,

“The end!” He muffled out, mouth filled with food. 

You giggled and reached out to him to wipe his lips with a tissue. He beamed and thanked you. 

After that he happily ate the rest of his food and you stared at him while he did so. 

A question suddenly came to you, so you decided to ask him while he was humming out a tune, enjoying his burger.

“Kou, you’re really clingy, you know?” You said lightheartedly.

He tilted his head, cheeks puffed and full, 

“I am...?” 

You nodded cutely, and he looked up in thought. His face brightened up the moment he remembered every time he hugged you even in public. He realized that he was super clingy. Like a baby.

“Wow, I guess I am clingy,” he shrugged, “Oh well.

He scooted his seat towards you and hugged you from the side. 

You laughed and returned the cuddle.

“Kou, don’t wipe the grease on my shirt!” 

Tsukishima 

Whether he likes it or not, Tsukishima is a simp 🤮 for you

he’s like a puppy with separation anxiety

but it was lowkey, he was good at hiding it

He always stares at you in class, and likes poking fun at the mannerisms that he picks up while eyeing you 

When he sees that your hair is in the way while you eat, he’s going to give you the hair tie that he usually keeps because you always leave it with him. 

Sometimes he just ties it himself aw man

But don’t react while he does it because he’s going to sTOP

In public he’s very reserved in displaying affection, minimal pda basically

but when the halls or cafeteria get crowded, a hand on the small of your back always secretly guides you

sometimes he grips on your uniform, too 

just to make sure that you don’t get lost at the stampede of students

He also puts his elbow on your shoulder then calls you an arm rest

Most of the time he leans down and gets close to your face when you talk to him to throw you off

but you coped with it and just started to kiss the tip of his nose whenever he does it

it was originally to make fun of the height difference but now he does it to receive a cute lil peck 

When he gets fed up or sleepy, he rests his forehead on your shoulder and sighs, which is an indication for a head rub. 

Please massage his nape too, he likes that

Tsukishima isn’t vocal, but when he puts his glasses on you, it’s like his silent way of saying ‘I love you’ when he can’t because there are people around

When the hallways get too noisy, he sacrifices his headphones to put it on you. 

In private, his inner babie™ unleashes

Back hugs are his personal favorite,

you putting your legs on top of his is a close second

He isn’t clingy to the point that everyone notices, but he always has to be next to you even without actually touching or making contact with each other. He has to be at least within 3 feet from you. 

When you’re partnered for group work, he has to be beside you.

He cringes when you’re the clingy one but pfft he doesn’t realize that he is, too

You bet he doesn’t even notice his own behavior, so you wanted to try and point it out.

Kei’s fingers were tapping on your thighs that were on top of his, following the beat to the song that was blasting through the speakers, since it’s a rule that when you’re alone he can’t use his headphones. 

He was reading a book while you scrolled through your phone. 

To get his attention, you poked his shoulder, and he hummed in response. 

“Do you know that you’re clingy?” 

The accusation makes him glance at you but he looks back at the magazine and made a sound that ridiculed your statement. 

“You’re imagining things.” He declared. 

Your eyes move to look at his fingers that were now wrapped fully around your thigh. 

“Huh...” You huffed.

“My imagination must be wild, then.” 

He bobbed his head in agreement. You pulled a face at him before pinching his cheek. 

What did you expect? 

— music moves • nsfw -> fluff

his hands curve around your waist so perfectly as if he was handling a ball to toss it in the air. coincidentally, he lifts you in the air and drops you back down on a different and more accessible location. his room is a mess, though you’ve seen worse from him. but one thing remained constant no matter how many renovations or hurricanes pass by in his humble personal space—when you’re around, the speakers boom with music, preferrable from a preset playlist to set you both in the mood, since it’s always one thing that you’re there for.

atsumu is already shirtless; his body as heated as the sensual beat echoing in your ear. you no longer hear his heavy breathing from when you were entering the room, where the speaker’s reach was weak. Now his hands roam desperately to reach every part of you he wants to explore, while you twist and pull on his golden locks.

things escalate quickly with atsumu. so it was no surprise that you’re now on his lap, straddling his hips like your life depended on it. the succession of the songs was only fueling the desire for heat, and its job of setting the mood straight away is as effective as ever.

however, right when his teeth are teasing on your chest, a different playlist shuffles uncalled for. it gained a reaction from you, but atsumu didn’t seem to mind so why should you? he trails down from your neck to your bust, leaving love bites here and there, making sure that only a hint of it would be seen when you wear your regular clothes.

everything was going as it usually went; your eyes shut tight, lips parted subtly and exhaling moans, until you notice his change in pace. one eye of yours open to peek at him, whose posture is all of a sudden different than what it usually looked like. atsumu’s back slouches, as if his flare was withering. odd, you thought. normally his spine would be as erect as his mini me.

to your surprise, he stops biting and leans, almost causing you to fall off the edge of his desk, and rests his head sideways on your half bare chest. before you could even decipher anything, he had already made it clear that his horniness had magically gone away.

why is he suddenly not in the mood?

“ah, i can’t do this anymore.” he whines, vibrating your ribs to the core. you feel fidgety, but decide to return your fingers through his hair. is something wrong? did you do anything to turn him off?

“can’t do what anymore?” it can’t be anything else but this fwb agreement, right? what more can he talk about?

atsumu looks up, his chin poking your beating chest. you could almost feel his adam’s apple touch you in his awkward posing. you couldn’t help but gulp as he stared at you passionately, you’d like to say, in the dimness of his room.

“i can’t fuck you with this kind of music,” he says, “doesn’t feel right.”

“so? then let’s change it.” you act to reach for his phone, but he grabs your hand. “why won’t you let me?” you ask.

“even if you do, the damage is already done.”

“what damage?”

you don’t retract your eye contact as he sits back straight before leaning in for a lingering smooch. atsumu senses the confusion in your eyes, grinning with his hand cupping your cheek.

daniel caesar continues to play in the background, an easing melody that was not a soundtrack for this kind of relationship you had with the cocky setter. what described it best would be summer walker maybe, or jeremih.

why, this mf had 3 playlists with songs from those artists named: “for fuckin, gettin that wap 🥵, cant wait till y/n comes over” that play respectively when you come around. but mysteriously, a romantic set of songs took over today.

you frantically wait for another word from him, silently pleading that it’s got nothing to do with ending this thing going between the two of you. atsumu’s eyebrows raise when he feels a hand grip on his pants, which you hadn’t noticed you were doing.

taking that anxious hand in his, he brings it up to his lips,

“i can’t rail you when the music makes me want to fall in love or something.”

...

“damn you.” you groan in annoyance and relief. “damn. you. miya atsumu!”

“what? it’s true! i can’t dirty talk while “you’re my coffee that i need in the morning” plays in the background?!” he catches your fists, already wiggling in place.

“it’s too romantic!”

“what does that have to do with anything?! we’ve done it over the frickin spotify ad and you could’ve cared less!

“oh but can you moan my name while they hit those angelic notes?!” he humors even more, only flaming you even further.

absolutely not proofread (ok maybe a little). will probs regret posting in the morning.

it was bittersweet. kuroo tetsurou adored everything about you. the way you would wince at every little thing, scream at every single scare, laugh at every kind of joke. you’re a masterpiece, and he could stare at you in admiration for as long as you’d let him.

if only you’d let him.

each time he finds himself staring a bit too long whenever you giggled at lev’s misery, or anything really, the shift in your posture and slow transition to a poker face bothers him. it’s a guess that you noticed his eyes on you, an even wilder guess that you noticed something underneath the look. perhaps an educated guess at this point, because kuroo is in no way, shape or form someone who is dense. he’s observant. of course he is! he’s a leader and attention to environment is a must. or so he’d like to think.

but the heart says otherwise. his admiration... is it making you uncomfortable? is this where the main character becomes wary of the risk of the friendship collapsing when one favors the other more than what is platonically acceptable? he doesn’t want to accept that, his being is contradicting his instincts. kuroo would rather push the thought away when it haunts him in the mornings as he adjusts his tie, in the noons as he jots down important notes, in the evenings as he stares up at the ceiling.

“that’s what she said.” lev murmurs under his breath before chugging down water from the bottle vigorously in hopes that no one else had heard except for you. he was trying to make you laugh amid the scolding.

“lev!” yaku yells, sending a shiver down lev’s spine. “this is the last straw or i’m giving up on you. and i heard that!” the libero shakes his head and takes his leave, the captain beside him hiding a chuckle underneath a smirk with a fist above it.

“hey, lev.” he calls the boy himself, this time with a significantly lighter tone than the previous senior. “i know we all want to humor y/n at any chance we get, but don’t do that when you’re getting blasted by your beloved senior, aight?” he squeezes his shoulders and lets go after a few brotherly taps.

“that water is mine, by the way.” followed by a pfft! from lev’s pout and water splashing away from between it, you burst into a laughing fit. lev could care less about wiping the wrong area of his drenched jersey when your smile is warm enough to dry him. Both the middle blockers find themselves joining your contagious amusement. for a fact, kuroo knows that lev is proud of himself for being your personal clown once again.

“I’m done. I don’t want to get scolded by mommy Yaku, too. Bye. Good. Bye.” You wave and never look back.

They watch you go, lev mutters, “you’re welcome, captain.” before returning the due shoulder tap and returning to the court. kuroo takes a moment to decipher what he was supposed to be thankful for, but is reminded when he sees your smile one last time before you disappeared. his head drops as he shakes it, “yeah, right. thanks.” smirking like the cunning man he is.

“oh? you’re still here?” kuroo leans on the doorframe, his bag loosely hanging on his shoulder, two polo buttons open free. the bell had already rung a couple of minutes ago, and the students are quick to leave. kuroo, having forgetting a notebook, came back to the campus to retrieve it when he saw a sole figure in one of the emptied classrooms as he was on the way to his own homeroom.

you sigh. “yeah. i lost my physics homework. i spent all night working on it, had 3 breakdowns while trying to understand that Khan academy tutorial, couldn’t sleep when i finished it because i felt like it was all wrong, and now i just had to lose it.” a sarcastic smile crosses your face as you collapse on the backrow drawers. “pretty sure the answers were all wrong. i’d get an F either way.” your voice muffles when it hits the surface.

kuroo blinks and watches you crumble before pushing himself up to wall towards you. his hovering height creates a shadow in the afternoon light, boosting the gloomy atmosphere even more. sounds of the zipper clacking from his shoulder bag swinging lightly back and forth was almost echoing in the silence. this was painfully rare, a moping y/n, even to kuroo who’s always been there.

his hand lifts in attempt to comfort you. he hesitates, but brushes any self concern off to caress your lowered head that was leaned on the red wood, your hair scattered on its edge. your whole being shivers under his touch. warm, calloused fingers that were particularly familiar. you instantly feel a racing sensation, but you remind yourself of the situation at hand.

“i’m failing the class. i’m 100% sure. please help me.”

“o‘course i’d help you. why didn’t you just ask in the first place?”

“i don’t know. i was kinda expecting you to approach me and offer me help first...” you peek up at him. “knowing how you usually are.”

kuroo’s eyes widen momentarily before he chuckles. his hand continues to run through your hair, unconsciously massaging deeper and firmer as you converse.

“am i like that?” he laughs. “so you expected me to do that, huh?” you nod, face back to where he can’t see. admitting it in full thought was embarrassing.

“why didn’t you do that to me? like how you coached that karasuno kid or lev? now i’m failing classes. i hate you.” you’re not really blaming him. he knows this. but he feels truly in fault. if only he had done that, like his usual, normal self, then he would have helped you relieve all this stress you carry now.

“sorry.” he apologizes without much thought, to your surprise. you didn’t expect him to take it to heart, but it’s too late for that. you’ve been affecting him straight to the gut ever since he realized he was falling for you.

“i—“

he cuts you off. “you’re right. i would’ve offered first, insist to study together, scold you midway, and then get good marks... but.” kuroo gulps. “i just didn’t want you to think i was too observant of you, you know? it’s not a good idea to get you creeped out by me.” gosh, it’s happening. it’s inevitable at this point.

“what?” you stand straight, facing him forwards. “what does that even mean.”

“hypothesis. wild guess. a hunch?”

“tetsurou, what...” he stands in silence, expecting any other response other than what. his nerves are getting to him, and it’s such an unpleasant feeling. he’s gone past this phase of awkwardness, but his screws just twist different with you.

“if you mean what i’m thinking about right now, tetsurou—“ you snort a little. “you, no. you’re mad wrong.”

“but just to make it clear. no, i’m not creeped out by you... maybe the opposite.” kuroo’s eyebrows twitch. he’s now the confused party, staring you deep in the eyes, searching for the littlest clue. He finds nothing but sincerity, a little bit of shame and, as he looks downwards, a bashful expression on your face.

“i must be imagining things, right?” he utters, you breaking the eye contact after you’ve been caught. you knew he would get it easily, he’s good at reading people. what surprised you, however, was his way off interpretation of the awkward twists and turns, expression changes and sudden self awareness whenever you’d catch him staring from your peripheral vision.

“eh...” he finally makes out after a solid minute of nothing but blinks and headshakes, switching from disbelief, hopefulness, then denial and repeat. “you don’t see me that way.” he declares, failing to hide the melancholic undertone. it felt bad rolling out of his tongue, kuroo thinks as he pats your head a last time.

his thoughts stop abruptly when you grab and lock a few fingers of your own onto hop to grip. from his hand’s position on the top of your head, you slide it down to your side, kuroo getting pulled closer in the process.

“says who?”

————

wherein you find comfort in someone else’s voice. therefore ✨ jealousy ✨  

kuroo, 

tsukishima, bokuto, atsumu, akaashi 

Kuroo knew you liked asmr even before you started dating. 

he discovered roleplay asmr through you and honestly at first he was surprised and weirded out at how serious these guys were about being fake boyfriends, talking to themselves and eventually to thousands of people. 

but he admired their passion and ability to comfort ya know? and besides, you seemed to enjoy it a lot so, he won’t judge sksksks

he laughed it off back then, patted your head and said: 

“that’s great, y/n-chan! that way you don’t need to interact with actual disgusting guys like us, right?” he cackled. to which someone from the team screamed in defence of that. 

however, now that you’re ✨ in love ✨ 

Kuroo forgot about your asmr addiction for a sec so when he slept over at your place for the first time, he was confused why you had earphones on while lying on the bed. 

“Oh, I’m going to listen to asmr.” 

“Like slime?”

“No. Like the boyfriend roleplay ones. Remember the ones I told you about?” 

It took him a moment to recall, head tilting as his knee bends to join you on the bed. You scoot over, and so does he. Kuroo peeks at your phone, but it’s nothing but a black screen. 

“Ah, right. Yeah I remember now.” 

You nodded and proceeded to listen, meanwhile he only stared. What he expected were cuddles and all that stuck together good stuff before sleeping, but you were hugging a pillow tightly as he watched you listen to someone else’s voice. 

His face makes an expression as he says to himself, “Isn’t this cheating?” 

Kuroo leans closer to examine your face. You look really comforted right now, but as much as he loves to see it, it’s not as great of a feeling when it’s someone else’s doing.

You feel the bed bounce, so you open one eye and see him hovering over you. One arm beside your head. 

“Huh?” 

“Should I be mad? This is considered cheating, y/n-chan.”

“Tetsu, it’s not. I just got used to it so I need to listen before I sleep. Go away... scoot.”

“You have an actual boyfriend now, though. C’mon, it’s unfair,” he whines, giving you a playful hint in his eyes. 

Staring at him, you showed no reaction, so he takes the opportunity to slowly remove your phone, and take out your earphones one by one--placing them on the bedside table. 

“A better idea is that, I, Kuroo Tetsurou, your boyfriend, will whisper or do whatever to relax you.”

“Ha... These asmrtists have professional equipment and tons of practice, though.”

“Try me.” He smirks, although softer than the usual grin. With that, he finally collapses beside you, his chest just above your head. You could hear his heartbeat, and it’s as if you’re listening to the roleplay asmr again. 

His arm adjusts under your head, the free one starting to caress your head. 

It was good so far, and your eyes were getting heavy. Until he started whispering in your ear. 

“Did you know... that the rarest naturally-occurring element in the Earth’s crust is astatine, and that--”

He gets interrupted by your head suddenly bumping on his lip. He accidentally eats your hair cause of that

“ow,” he laughs, “what? I thought asmrtists talk and talk to trigger you?” 

“For triggers, not to trigger me! And you’re just tickling me!” You cover his mouth, preventing any air to come out of it and tingle your neck. 

“Wasn’t it relaxing?” he chuckles again, “hm?” satisfied that he has you to himself, Kuroo pulls you back again in place. 

“It’s ticklish.” 

“Because it’s real,” he says. “and that’s much better than through your headphones. the radiation is also unhealthy, meanwhile I’m the real deal. You’re lucky.”