Sumi

Nope, you think. Not worth it.

As much as being able to watch trashy reality shows helped to distract from the pain, maybe just laying here motionless was good too.

Laying there, trying to fall asleep to get away from the agony, you pouted, wishing that things were different and you didn't have to deal with this.

The sound of footsteps coming down the hallway alerted you to someone else's presence, but you elected not to attempt to twist your midsection into a pretzel of hellfire.

"Nobuuu, is that you?" you whined.

The footsteps grew closer until a large body lowered itself to your level and a face came into vision. The face that was stony to all but you was soft as your boyfriend's eyes carefully examined your expression.

"Nobu..." you whimpered.

"Yes?" he replied, his voice deep and rumbly.

"Can I have my phone?" You tried to look up through your eyelashes at him, but it was not very effective, seeing as you were laying down and your face kept pinching as your uterus tried to slam itself out of your body.

His lips turned up into a small smile. "Real Housewives?"

You nodded.

He nodded back and grabbed your phone, navigating to your favourite mind-numbing comfort show, but instead of simply handing it to you, he took it and crawled into your bed beside you and slid his arm under your neck, placing the phone perfectly in front of your face.

"Nobu, what are you--"

He shook his head, cutting you off. "Let me."

He pressed the play button with his thumb and let it play, his other hand drawing comforting circles on your back as the relaxing sound of jealous women filled your room.

Your cheeks filled with a blush, and the heat in your face distracted you from the deep ache in your abdomen. You snuggled into Aone's arm and let the heat of his body slowly ease the tension in your back.

Kenma

You knew that it took a lot to wake up Kenma when he was in deep sleep, so when you woke up before the sun was even out, you didn't feel guilty trying to move into the position of Little Spoon. Usually, it's easy to slide in between his arms and use his bicep as a pillow, but for some reason, this morning, everything was going wrong.

Your foot was tangled in the sheet, and your hair kept making its way into your mouth, and your pyjamas were twisting uncomfortably. With all the extra movement, it was no surprise that Kenma woke up.

He groaned as you accidentally elbowed him trying to adjust the covers. "Kitten, what are you doing?"

You sighed but continued to snuggle into him. "Sorry to wake you, Kenma, I didn't mean to."

He let out a light chuckle before holding you closer. "It's fine. Go back to sleep."

You happily complied.

Aone

You let out a deep sigh as you stretched out your arms into the sky. Waking up this early was not part of the plan, but here you were. You twisted onto your side to look at the handsome man beside you. The pale light of the rising sun highlighted his pale white hair and stoic face that scares off his opponents.

You lay there watching the sun slowly illuminate more and more of his face. How did you manage to land such an amazing man? Others thought he was scary, but he was one of the kindest, most thoughtful people you'd ever met. Sure, he didn't know how to approach people most of the time, but he wouldn't hurt a fly.

A small sigh escaped your lips, and the puff of air brushed against Aone's face. You were shocked to see his face wrinkle in surprise, then his eyes opened.

"How long have you been awake!" you squeaked, embarrassed that he caught you watching him.

"Long time," he said, yawning.

You smacked his shoulder and buried your face in the pillow. "Ugh, how could you do this to me!"

He simply chuckled and brushed your hair away from your face, revealing your blush. He didn't need to say anything; his expression said it all. You're so cute.

You sighed. "Fine. I forgive you. You better cuddle me to make up for it though."

"What? No! I love my shortie." He sent you a blinding smile, which disappeared quickly after you turned around in a huff and started walking down the street. "Wait, babe, where are you going? The restaurant is the other direction."

You turned to face him for a moment and said snidely, "I don't know if I wanna go with you anymore. I might just go to Osamu's restaurant." You turn around again on your heels and start walking off again. You hear his footsteps behind you as he jogs to catch up.

"Wait, babe, no come back! I was just kidding!"

Osamu

You were helping in Onigiri Miya for the afternoon as one of Osamu's waitresses was out sick for the day. You'd been there for a few hours and you'd been working non-stop until closing. By the time everyone left, it was dark out.

You helped Osamu clean up the dining area, putting chairs up and sweeping the floor. He was heading to the back to grab a mop when he handed you the stack of menus. "Could you put these away in the storage room for me, love?"

You nodded happily. "Of course. Where do they go?"

"In the box on the third shelf to the left!" he called as he walked away. "It's labelled Menus."

You took the menus back to the room, turned to the left, then quickly realized your predicament. The third shelf was above your head. You looked at the box above you and sighed. Putting the menus in your hands to the side, you scootch the box an inch off the shelf. Then another inch. Another... Just until you could get your hands under it.

You were expecting a light box, but by the time it was tipping off the shelf you realized how wrong you were. The box fell to the ground with a hard thud as you dodged it.

Osamu was quick to run into the room. "What happened?!" He saw the box on the floor and you looking at him guiltily, then laughed. "What, are you too short to put them in?"

You crossed your arms, your cheeks flushing. "No... Your shelves are just too high."

He shook his head and put the menus in the box before putting it back up on the shelf. He turned to you and gently placed his forehead on yours. "Next time, love, just ask me for help. I'd rather it take two minutes longer to close than risk you getting hurt."

You sighed, but gave him a soft smile. "Okay."

Suna

He likes to take unflattering pictures of you from above and then show them to you with a smirk, saying, "This is how you look to me."

The last time he did it, you puffed out your cheeks in embarrassment and displeasure, looking away from him with a huff.

He took you by the shoulders and laid a gentle kiss on your temple. "Don't worry. It's cute."

"Oh yeah, well this is how you look to me," you retorted, pulling up a picture of a pug.

He stared at it for a solid seven seconds before he shook his head. "You don't want to start this war with me, do you babe?" He stares deep into your eyes, his gray-gold eyes holding you captive.

You hold his gaze for a moment before you sigh. "No..."

He chuckles. "That's what I thought."

Kuroo

The king of teasing. This man would be the kind to pat your head gently and make you think he was going to say something sweet before he leans down and grins in your face, saying "Dang, you're short."

The first time he did it, you couldn't tell if he was being annoying or if he was actually judging you, and you didn't talk much more throughout the rest of your conversation.

You suddenly got sucked into your toxic thoughts, thinking, Were you really that short? You weren't much shorter than most of the other girls in your year, but you knew height wasn't your strong suit. Next to Kuroo, one of the tallest guys in your year, you must have looked like a shrimp.

By the time he noticed that you had stopped talking, you were already so deep in your thoughts that he had to snap in front of your face for you to come back to reality.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his brows furrowing.

Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, "Am I really that short?"

It didn't take him two seconds to realize you were still thinking about his comment. "Oh, babe, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it sound like your height was a bad thing." He takes your face in his hand and makes you look him in the eyes. "I love your height. It's perfect. You're perfect. Okay?"

You leaned into his palm and sighed, letting the warmth of his hand calm your thoughts. "Okay."

Tsukki

This rude, tall, blond, hot beanpole. He reminds you consistently of how short you are. He'll smirk as he looks down on you, calling you Short Stuff when he's teasing you and Shortcake when he's being sweet (which is once in a blue moon).

It's hard to pinpoint any single instance where he teased you because it feels like he's constantly doing it.

It's the casual "Hey, Short Stuff" as you pass each other walking into or out of a museum exhibit.

Or the "Do you ever get tired of being so short" when you're struggling to get the cereal on the top shelf in a grocery store.

And the "Sorry, can you speak a bit louder, I can't hear you from down there" when you're in an argument.

The only time you don't instantly hit him across the shoulder is moments like when you greet him after a successful Sendai Frogs game and you jump into a hug and he happily welcomes it. The moment he sets you down, you lean up to kiss him. He smirks when you break apart. "Thanks, Shortcake," he says, his affection seeping into the words.

"Wait, babe, hold on a sec." Suna holds you back for a moment, and you reluctantly sit back in your seat. "I have something for you."

You look at him suspiciously. "Okay...?"

He brings out a small box from his backpack that is so tidily wrapped in glittery paper that you are certain he got someone else to wrap it. "Happy birthday, y/n."

Your face breaks out into a smile. "Aww, thank you, babe!" You take the box from him and gladly tear into the paper. Inside is a velvet box. You open it to reveal a sparkly silver charm bracelet. You gasp. "You didn't! I've been looking at this one for months!"

"I know," he says. "That's why I got it, dummy."

You nudge him playfully before holding out your wrist. "Can you put it on?"

He rolls his eyes but nods and fixes the clasp around your wrist. You go to pull your wrist back, but he holds you tighter. Before you can ask what he's doing, he's lowering his lips to the inside of your wrist, giving a gentle kiss right where your pulse was beating. "Happy birthday," he says softly.

He holds your wrist there for a moment before letting go and getting out of the car like nothing happened.

Disappointment sinks in once more, prickling at your insides. Was it too much to ask for him to just do it already? He kept being so amazing and romantic, and you never complained about that, but the expectation for more was overwhelming.

“Love? What’s wrong?” Akaashi dips down to look you in the face. “Is everything alright?”

You shake your head, tears suddenly welling in your eyes. “Do you not want to marry me?” Your eyes go wide as you realize what you just said. Your face turns red as a tomato and you duck your head down, avoiding any eyecontact. “Pretend you didn’t hear that...” you whisper.

You feel his fingers on your chin, turning your face up to him. You want to fight it but allow him to shift your gaze back to him. His gaze is soft, his lips tilted in a small smile. “Of course I want to marry you, darling.”

A surge of courage filled you, and you steeled yourself, planting yourself in the ground as you say, “Then marry me. Marry me, Keiji.”

“Is this a proposal or a demand?”

“Both.”

Akaashi laughs. He softly takes your face in his hand and brings you in for a long, sweet kiss. “I would like nothing more.”

Oikawa: he would be so offended if a girl just... didn’t know who he was. He kind of forgot that he wasn’t the only guy at Aoba Johsai, but even then, he was practically famous! When she shows obvious distain for his status, he is even more offended and even shoots back some of his own salt. When they’re placed together on the same school project group, no one was ready for the amount of chaos they caused, and Iwaizumi was forced half the time to rip Oikawa away before he thew a chemistry beaker at her face. Eventually, they find out that they both have the same crippling inferiority complex and a strong drive to do better in life, and boom. Life partners.

Yamaguchi

Sweet, sweet bean is so shy but loves nice tight hugs. He likes to comfort and be comforted, so hugs with a gentle hand on the back are his favourite.

Tanaka

The tightest hug. Arms around your waist, picking you up, swinging you around, the whole shebang. This man is not afraid to show you and anyone around you that he loves you.

Nishinoya

If you’re taller than him, he’ll hug you around the waist, holding you tight against him. If you’re shorter than him, he likes to hug you around the neck. Like Tanaka, he’s very aggressive with his affection, and will hug you so tightly.

Ennoshita

He knows exactly what kind of hug pressure you like, and never oversteps. He is so warm and comforting, and just right for you.

Daichi

Warm, tight, loving hugs. His muscular arms always wrap around your waist as he presses a soft kiss into your temple. So sweet.

Suga

Depending on the day, his hugs can either be so, so soft, or AGGRESSIVE. When you’re sad, his hugs are the best. But when you’re excited, he squeezes you as tight as he possibly can.

Asahi

If papa-bear hugs were soft bois, that would be his hug. He hugs just tight enough to give you that satisfying squeeze, but not so tight that you start to asphyxiate. 

Iwaizumi

Let’s be honest, Iwa prides himself on his physique, and he just can’t help but squeeze you just a little too tight as he spoons you. He likes to sit with his back to the front of the couch and then have you sit between his legs, because he likes to feel you lean back against his chest. He always hopes wonders if you can feel his heart beating.

He feels you shifting, and goes to adjust himself before he realizes that your eyes are shut and your breathing has slowed. The amount of happiness he feels when he realizes that you feel safe enough around him to fall asleep is endless.

Osamu

Sometimes, this man cuddles you at the exact most inconvenient times for the dumbest of reasons. He realizes Atsumu is watching you two, suddenly his arms are around your waist and he’s holding you tightly. He sees some other man watching you as you study for your final, suddenly he’s right beside you pressing himself as close to you as possible.