professional kyoutani simp

AND I WILL DO EVERY SINGLE ONE, BASED ON YOUR BLOG.

EVERY

SINGLE

i could go on but this point has been made before & i feel like this is common knowledge - but i just… really appreciate how kuroo just rolls with all of this, never others kenma or considers him a burden, but instead recognizes his strengths (kenma has a big fast brain, kenma is the big fast brain!), respects his boundaries, loves him very dearly…! and he always has. remember, in the manga, when he’s a kid & talking to (an adult? kenma’s parents maybe?) about kenma and explains that when he’s passionate about something he’ll put his all into it, and so kenma’s gonna be okay? the way he has always so thoroughly understood and cared for this boy… unbelievable.

YES. YES. THIS!!! ^^^^

listen to me. i. most kuroken fics or art have kenma being like “omg kuroos in love w someone else :( he’ll never like me back :(” um... NO! i feel like kuroo’s actually like secretly really sensitive (scorpios smh) and like always internalizes everything but would rather die than actually admit that out loud. he’s been in love w kenma for years, is super jealous of how easily kenma warmed up to hinata, feels inadequate as a friend, etc., but he just... never voices it. bc he thinks kenma most definitely doesn’t feel the same way and he doesn’t wanna fuck up their friendship lol.

Okay Bokuaka nation we all know this iconic post right?? (If not plz read)

So I was rereading the Mujiazaka match again for the millionth time and I saw this and immediately stopped.

This is right after Bokuto’s whole “give me your 120%” but you know, the pretty gay version of it (see post above for more details) and akaashi saying “I want to try it” got me thinking of how much this seems like a push for Akaashi to accept his feelings/their relationship. Let’s forget they’re playing volleyball for a second and think about a Akaashi’s narrative to this point. Most of the time, he’s not been expressive with his emotions and blunt to Bokuto, but when he talks about Bokuto to other people he’s all like this guy is the best thing in the world. Now we have Bokuto basically asking him to open up with how he’s phrasing his words (again look to the above post for further information) and Akaashi is met with a lot of backlash from his mind. He’s overthinking everything but at the end he’s thinks “But I want to do this” and does it. This kind of parallels, at least for me, what it’s like to come out and accept that you’re gay and you want to be with x person. He forgets about the worries of how it will work and just accepts he wants this. And after the match we get this scene too.

Here Akaashi is opening up to Bokuto about how he truly feels about how he plays. Before this he’s been pretty blunt to Bokuto about his performance but never outright worried about him, but we see him being completely open here AFTER their whole kind of confession thing. Again if we remove volleyball from this and focus purely on their relationship it’s this place where they’ve both shown their trust in each other and their relationship but now they’re solidifying their fears in it and how it’ll work out in an open honest way.

a/n: I was gonna write angst then I got domestic so… :/

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The gentle touch of chapped lips against your own woke you as the golden dawn broke through the autumn frost. Slowly you opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the light before raising your head.

“Morning, angel.” A husky voice whispered against your forehead. Another kiss, just as faint as the last, brushed against your hairline. You tilted your head. Two calloused fingers guided you to a kiss.

“Good morning, Kenta.” You mumbled, quickly burying yourself in his chest. The rosy hues painting the wall told you it was only around six - long before you needed to rejoin the living. The rise and fall of Kyoutani’s chest began to lull you to sleep. 

His arm wrapped around your waist. “Come on, baby.” Rubbing your hip, he pulled away just a bit. You followed without missing a heartbeat. “I can’t be late to practice again,” He huffed. You pretended to weigh your options and let go of your grip on his shirt. The bleached blond clicked his tongue. 

You watched as he tossed his covers over you, studying the muscles under his clothes and engraving them to memory. He tugged his shirt over his head, the worn fabric gliding over his golden skin with ease. A shiver ran down his spine. “The bed is pretty warm.” You teased. 

Your boyfriend threw the night shirt at you. The faint smell of freshly washed clothes was overpowered by his own earthy scent and a trace of alcoholic cologne. You pulled the bundle to your chest, sighing constantly as you breathed in his familiarity. Your eyes fluttered shut. Footsteps walked past you, the sound of running water trailing closely behind. 

You forced your eyes open and hauled yourself out of bed. The morning air bit through your pajamas. The icy floor nearly made you jump, you wondered how Kyoutani could handle it as easily as he did. 

Worming into one of his hoodies, you hopped into a pair of sweatpants and fuzzy socks. While it couldn’t replace the warmth of your bed, let alone Kenta’s heat, it kept the cold off your skin. 

You pulled open the heavy curtains, letting sunlight fill the room with it’s warm tones. You basked in it for a moment before arranging the covers over your bed, knowing you’d be tempted to laze around without Kyoutani to keep you entertained. The soft thud of the water sang to you as you arranged your blankets. You slipped your feet into a pair of slippers before heading to the kitchen. 

There wasn’t much to use, not with your salaries, but it never seemed to matter. Kyoutani almost always brought home something from work. Eating a meal you’d both help make was rare and all the more special. You grabbed a few eggs and cracked them into a bowl. Beating them with a whisk you hummed to yourself until the heat of the pan warmed the room.

The water cut as soon as the oil began to fry the beaten egg. You got to work rolling it up and serving it neatly. Getting to work on your own breakfast, a toned set of arms wrapped around your waist. Kyoutani, hair still dripping water, rested his head on your shoulder.

“!!” You jumped at the freezing droplets splattering on your neck. “Kenta!”

He only laughed and ate off your plate. “Should’ve joined me then.” 

You knew that that could’ve only led to disaster.

Pairing: Kyoutani x Reader

Genre: SFW, Fluff 

Prompt: Fall/Autumn

Summary: Kyoutani hates a lot of things, but he doesn’t hate you.

Author’s Note: This is my contribution for my HQ Discord Server’s SFW collaboration. There are so many talented writers on the server and I highly encourage you to check out the collaboration masterlist here to see how everyone decided to run with this prompt. (Masterlist goes live Tuesday, September 29th 11:00pm U.K. time!)  

Kyoutani hates the fall. He hates how everyone loses their minds as soon as there’s even a slight chill in the air. He hates the sweet cloying sense of pumpkin everywhere he walks. Pumpkin this. Pumpkin that. He’s never hated a food so much in his life and he glares at the mocking orange carved faces that taunt him as he walks side by side with you through your neighborhood. But when you reach for his hand and interlace your fingers as you excitedly point out your favorite Halloween decorations and carved pumpkins, he thinks that maybe fall isn’t that bad, even if you are dragging him to Starbucks for a pumpkin spice latte. 

He hates waiting in lines. He hates paying for overpriced drinks. But he can’t help the small twitch of his lips as you debate what size you want and if you want whipped cream or not, and he just slightly rolls his eyes in amusement when you, of course, get the largest size with a large dollop of whipped cream on top. You reach into your purse for your credit card, but you yelp when you’re nudged to the side and Kyoutani quickly pays for your drink before ushering you back outside, and despite all his grumbling as the two of you walk back home, you giggle at the embarrassed look on his face when you cheerily thank him for the drink with an affectionate peck on the lips. 

Kyoutani hates fall, pumpkins, and overpriced coffee, but he doesn’t hate the lingering taste of pumpkin spice on his lips and he waits for you to take a few more sips before leaning down to kiss you once more as the fall breeze rushes past both of you. 

Characters: Kyoutani Kentarou/Reader

requested by @milkfortobio , prompt 34

wc & genre: 519 – fluff

As Kyotani turns around in the bed for the nth time that night, his gut tells him something is up.

Just because he hasn’t received any sudden messages or crashers into his dorm room yet do not mean something won’t come up soon. As much as he hates the nickname he was given back in highschool, he does have a nose for surprises coming up. So he sighs in defeat and decides he might as well do something productive while he’s up.

As the clock waves the 3s good bye and the red 4 blinks bright, he gives up. Might as well get as much sleep as I can, is the only thought in his mind.

Before he can fall asleep completely, dream figures calling his name in the distance, faint footsteps can be heard through the door. With a grunt, he presses his head to the pillow further, slight hopes of silencing the noise but it seems the person stands right in front of his dorm. With the loud ping of his phone, he gets up, it’s clear he won’t be getting much sleep tonight.

Walking up to peep through the hole, shoulders relaxing at the familiar sight, he opens the door. Just as you’re about to knock, one arm still hanging in the air while other holds your phone, his contact ID displayed on the screen.

For a minute, the both of you stare at one another. Avoiding his gaze, you let out a tiny “Hi.”. Kyoutani only leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, with the trademark unimpressed look on.

As much as he wants to stay grumpy, his voice betrays his image. “So what do I owe the visit?” Hearing the care despite his choice of words, you perk up suddenly and he can’t help but soften at you when you’re like that.

“So you see… It must be full moon tonight, because I can’t sleep and I figured-” “(Name) it’s crescent, not the full moon. Seriously, why are you here at this hour?”

When your posture slumps visibly, he feels bad for sounding like this. But it’s not like he can pay attention to any simple thing he does when he’s half asleep… Right?

As you fix your gaze on your shoes, fingers fiddling with each other, you say it in a whisper, he almost cannot hear.

“I just… wanted to cuddle. It’s cold and lonely and I can’t sleep.”

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

“Yes?.. I-” Before you can say another word, he pulls you to his arms. When you let out a yelp, he straighens. Okay maybe he should be gentler, especially when it’s so late.

“Then come inside idiot, the bed is wide enough for the both of us. But in the morning, we’re going to talk and fix whatever it is that bothered you, alright?”

It’s Kyoutani night & I’m LIVING for it, making him soft is my favorite thing ever. I LOVE this headcanon omg. He’s super big on casual touches, it’s not something you really notice at first because he’s SO casual about it, but he will always be pressing his arm against yours, or resting his hand on your hip, or his elbow on your shoulder or his arm just casually around you. He just realizes pretty quickly that he just really likes the way your skin feels against his, the way your hand feels in his, touching you like that just helps him feel grounded and calm. You can tell what kind of day he’s had just by the amount of contact he’s giving you.