when the two of you head out for a picnic -- you bringing the blankets and glasses, nanami having picked up some baguettes, cheese and wine for you to share in the park -- it always ends the same way.

full from a delicious lunch and maybe a little wine drunk, you lie flat on your back on the picnic blanket, shoulders nestling into the soft fabric, shifting your position until your head rests cosily against the expanse of nanami's thighs.

he lets out a quiet laugh, a lovely sound, and angles himself until he knows you're comfortable.

with your head resting on his lap, looking up at the perfect features of this wonderful man, you see how they soften with adoration as he peers down at you.

he sometimes lays his hand on the top of your head, gently stroking your hair, or he'll graze his fingers across your shoulders, marvelling at the soft skin beneath his touch.

he handles you so carefully, every touch for your benefit as much as his, and he never so much as budges from the picnic blanket until he absolutely has to.

for a man that's built like a brick house, all defined muscle and pure strength, you could really drift off to sleep in this spot, resting on him.

cw: ts!kita x f!reader (mentions of baby fever/him wanting a family with reader), use of “sweetheart"

- he is the epitome of a gentleman. he’s not just a ‘nice guy’—he’s a good man. not only is he opening doors to places for you, he’s also holding it open for the elderly couple that walks in right behind you both. he makes sure you walk with him on the side of the sidewalk furthest from the road, and he makes sure the family of six kids crosses the street safely. he always pays for your food, and if he finds a homeless person asking for spare change, he makes sure to buy an extra side for them to eat. he’s not only good to you, but to everyone he comes across.

- his favorite place to kiss is your temple. on the softest/weakest part of the human skull, he loves to press soft, chaste kisses against it when you’re still half asleep in bed, when you return home from work all exhausted and/or cranky, when you sit outside with him and watch the sunset together.

- his granny adores you. she loves to come over and cook with you (she has shared all of kita’s favorite recipes with you), chat with you over tea, and offer life advice (both solicited and unsolicited). she tells kita how lucky he is and how he better be good to you. as if he needs to be told that!

- imagine him coming home one evening, sweaty and cheeks slightly pink from the sun after a long summer day outside. you’ve surprised him by coming over and making his favorite meal. you’re standing by the stove, and you turn around to see him gazing at you with soft eyes and a gentle smile. “what’s all this?” he’d ask with even pinker cheeks as you tell him to not worry about anything other than freshening up before supper. (oh god lemme stop here bc now i want to write a fic abt this…)

- his primary love languages are acts of service and words of affirmation. he loves to do things for you to make your life easier. oh, you’ve been wanting to get into gardening? he’s building you a planter box and buying soil and seeds of your favorite flowers/veggies/fruits. feeling sad that all your plants died? he’s telling you that everything’s okay, and that sometimes, no matter how much love you give, sometimes, it just isn’t enough. “plants sure are finicky. i'll help ya plant some more.”

- he is the personification of “soft, gentle love.” even during times that you may be acting high-strung/stressed/overwhelmed about things, he is the one calming you down with his calm, patient demeanor. he doesn’t raise his voice/yell, he doesn’t say things in the heat of anger. he just says, “take a deep breath for me, sweetheart. we’ll get through this.”

- he uses his granny’s engagement ring to propose to you (wrote abt this here & here). he is a man looking to marry! and it’s not the biggest ring, but it had been passed down through his family, and it's perfect—you don’t need an expensive, shiny rock on your finger in order to love him.

- he has such a big heart. he genuinely has so much love to give to others, and he’s so lucky to be able to share it with you.

bonus:

- once one of the miya twins (osamu) has a baby, he gets baby fever… severely. he can’t help but to want little ones with your eyes and big smile giggling and waddling around the farm.

a/n: kita… i love u…

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husband!nanami who is also the father of your 2 children. dated for 6 years and married for 3–you couldn’t ask for anything more.

husband!nanami who is visibly confused during a conversation he had with his colleagues.

nanami usually avoids the break room whilst it was crowded. unfortunately, on a rare day that he’s forgotten to pick up his coffee from his favourite café, he had to walk into a break room full of a bunch of his coworkers talking about their children’s birthdays. they immediately turn to nanami who was standing in the corner and involved him in the conversation.

“it’s my daughter’s birthday soon. yeah i’m probably getting her one of those dolls and shit—she’s turning 5.” the suited up man takes a sip out of his coffee.

nanami nods apprehensively, wishing to leave the room already. “that’s nice. what are you getting for your wife?” he asks.

“what?” all four of his coworkers turned to look at him, and suddenly it felt like an episode of The Voice.

“…don’t you get your wife a gift when it’s your children’s birthdays??” the only time nanami is ever confused is when he does crossword puzzles. this.. is a whole different level.

his coworkers laugh at the absurd statement, some scoff and one pats nanami on the back.

—

nanami drives back home from work but he was more quiet than usual. he would typically turn the radio on and tap his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. the car however was dead silent.

“who doesn’t give their wife a gift..? tch.”

“do these young men even love their wives anymore? eugh.”

“y/n always seems really happy when i give her gifts on the girls’ birthday.. i can’t imagine not giving her any.”

—

he arrives home and parks in the garage, sighing and cracking his back before bursting through the door.

“i’m h—” before he could finish his sentence, his 3-year-old twin girls came running to hug him.

“daddy! daddy! you’re home!” they giggle and cling onto his legs as nanami leans over to place his hand on your back and kiss your lips. “hello my darlings,” he smiles.

“you’re home early.”

“just missed my girls a lot.”

—

it’s 11pm. the kids are asleep and you’ve done your skincare, the night lamp on as you lay in bed with your husband.

as you snuggle under the sheets, you suddenly feel big arms snake around your torso. you giggle and pull them closer to you before deciding to turn around and face the man beside you. you lay your head on his chest and he immediately caresses your back.

“my love?” nanami speaks up.

“yeeeees?” you sing. he holds you tighter now, before uttering: “you know how i give you a gift for the girls’ birthday?”

you smile softly at the memory—how could you forget? every birthday for three years, he always manages to surprise you with a gift. he treasures the day dearly. it’s your daughters’ birthday but it’s your birth-day.

“i just found out that not every father does that. at least.. my coworkers don’t.” you look up at him now, seeing his scrunched eyebrows and solemn pout—you can already tell it bothers him. “it’s absurd, isn’t it? what do you think?”

you hum, your eyes never leaving his expression. “to be honest, i’ve never witnessed someone do what you do. it’s not exactly common practice,”

nanami sighs, “i guess you’re right. i just love you so much, you know? i’ll keep showing my appreciation on the day that means a lot to me, to us. it’s the day we became a family and i.. i want to make sure you know how important you are, too.” his voice is soft, as though he's been carrying this thought for a while. you blink, the weight of his words settling in your chest. he doesn't say it often, but when he does, it’s clear he means every syllable.

a small laugh escapes you, touched by his sincerity. “i know, baby. and i’m thankful for it, for you.”

he presses a kiss to your forehead, his arms tightening around you as if he’s trying to hold on to the moment. “me too, darling. more than you’ll ever know.”

he refuses. absolutely not.

sure, he thinks about you a lot, but that’s only because you’re so annoying. yeah. that’s gotta be it. he sees you everywhere, hears your voice even when you’re not around, feels his heart race whenever you get too close—but it’s all because you’re just too much. you have this energy that he can’t escape, a presence that demands attention, and it’s exhausting.

so, obviously, he doesn’t like you. obviously.

but then, he catches himself staring. again.

you’re just sitting there, not even doing anything special, and yet he’s completely captivated. you tilt your head slightly, eyes narrowing as you focus, and he thinks it might be the cutest thing he’s ever seen. goddamn it.

no. no, no, no. he does not have a crush on you.

to prove it to himself, he starts making a mental list of all the things he doesn’t like about you.

1. you’re loud. except… not really, you just talk a lot, but it’s never obnoxious. in fact, he likes listening to you. your voice is actually kind of nice. okay, whatever. moving on.

2. you’re too friendly. but is that really a bad thing? you’re nice to everyone, and that’s just who you are. and maybe he admires that. but that doesn’t mean anything. next.

3. you smile too much. but why does that bother him? does it? he actually kind of—okay, fine, he really likes your smile. it’s unfair. it makes his brain short-circuit.

he’s screwed.

he groans, dragging a hand down his face. there is nothing about you that he actually dislikes. nothing. he can’t even gaslight himself into believing otherwise. he’s tried. god, has he tried.

it’s pathetic. he’s pathetic.

he catches himself glancing at you again. you’re laughing now, eyes shining with amusement over something stupid nobara said, and megumi feels his stomach flip.

nerdy bf! gojo who bites his lips in concentration as he scribbles down math equations, cleary being in a deep thought on how to solve. sometimes he’ll even mutter under his breath, his voice low and breathy, completely oblivious how distracting it is to you. 

nerdy bf! gojo who rests his chin on his hands while he watches you work, fingers lazily tracing his jawline. he never realizes how intense his gaze is, but it definitely flusters you. 

nerdy bf! gojo who rolls his sleeves up when he’s working something—and somehow, the simple action of exposing his forearms (that also gives you a glimpse of his muscular arms) makes him 10x hotter. 

nerdy bf! gojo who loosens his tie with one hand (when he has one) or ruffles his hair when he’s frustrated, letting out a breathy sigh as he leans back on his chair, not knowing the kind of effect it has on you. 

nerdy bf! gojo who has the habit of stretching his arms over his head, revealing just a hint of skin, especially when he’s been sitting for too long—leaving your brain short-circuiting as you try to finish up your calculus homework. 

nerdy bf! gojo who reads things out loud in his smooth, low voice, and even though it’s just dry academic material, he somehow makes it sound worth reading. 

nerdy bf! gojo who leans in way too close when explaining something to you, his voice dropping slightly as he points at your notebook. he also loves leaning over you to grab something on your side of the desk or whispering in your ear to see you flustered. 

nerdy bf! gojo who teases you with a smug, lopsided grin when you do something dumb, knowing full well that it gets under your skin (and makes your knees weak). 

nerdy bf! gojo who holds eye contact just a little too long when you talk, tilting his head slightly with an amused smirk. 

nerdy bf! gojo who takes off his glasses sometimes just to clean them, knowing full well that the sight of him without them stuns you for a bit. he’ll put them back on and say, “like what you see?” with a teasing wink. 

nerdy bf! gojo who smirks every time he catches you staring. then he’ll casually say, “careful, staring too long might make you fall in love with me,” as if you weren’t already deeply in love with him.

nanami's daughter went through an identity crisis at the age of four.

you were teaching her how to write her own name. she happily exclaimed that she can do it herself, after all papa taught her all the alphabets. she clumsily jot down her supposed name and showed it to you, looking very much proud

suethart nanami

you were confused but told her this was not her name. she looked up at you with confused big doe eyes, the color the same as your husband's

"but thats what papa calls me?"

you chuckled behind your hand and explained to her what her actual name was and how it wasnt sweetheart. she looked so devastated that you almost wanted to rename her.

"no, its sweetheart!"

later that evening, before nanami could even announce he was home and put out his shoes, his daughter went to him running

"papa! whats my name??" she asked very firmly, with arms crossed and brows furrowed

he raised his eyebrow at you to see if it was another tiktok prank where he was supposed to call her 'my princess' (hed gladly do that). you just shrugged your shoulders at him, looking very much done. he fondly huffed, things are always so chaotic with you two, but he wouldnt have it any other way. he smiled softly and patted his baby's fluffy haired head

"sweetheart, at least let me put out my shoes first-"

she cheered happily and threw herself in nanamis arms. out of instinct, he held her, with all the gentleness in the world.

"see mama?? i told you my name was sweetheart!!" she then proceeded to give you a 'i told you so' look

nanami, still very much confused and not out of his shoes looked at you, asking for help. you just sighed heavily

later during dinner time, you and nanami both taught your baby about real names and pet names. she got so pouty after she learnt that her name was neither sweetheart nor baby nor honey, it was taking nanami a lot of willpower to not her rename her sweetheart and bring back her sunny smile. but you reassured her that to you guys she will forever be 'sweetheart'. she lit up at your words and proceeded to happily munch her food

nanami blinked. well that was easy.

love at first spike <3

tldr; headcannons with hq boys on vday!

includes: osamu, atsumu, kuroo, kenma, suna, hinata, oikawa, and bokuto

osamu miya

osamu doesn’t make a big deal out of valentine’s day, but that doesn’t mean he forgets. he wakes you up with a bag of onigiri he made just for you, wrapped neatly with a little note that just says eat up in his messy handwriting. he’s not one for grand gestures, but he does take you out for a quiet dinner at the end of the day, probably somewhere with good food and not too many people. if you tease him about being soft, he just shrugs and says, “figured you’d like it, that’s all.”

atsumu miya

atsumu is loud and obnoxious about valentine’s day. he makes a big show of handing you a bouquet in front of everyone, winking like he’s in some kind of romance movie. he probably tries to get you to wear matching colors with him, and if you refuse, he whines about it the entire day. but despite all the theatrics, he gets serious when it counts—pulling you aside at the end of the night, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and mumbling, “thanks for puttin’ up with me, babe.”

kuroo tetsurou

kuroo is a mix of flirty and sentimental. he gives you a corny science-themed valentine’s card, are you made of copper and tellurium? because you’re Cu-Te, but then follows it up with something more heartfelt, like a handwritten letter or a playlist of songs that remind him of you. he drags you to some nerdy museum or a rooftop with a view of the city, where he wraps an arm around you and grins. “happy valentine’s, baby. how does it feel to date the most charming guy alive?”

kenma kozume

kenma acts like valentine’s day is just another day, but you notice the small things—he waits until midnight to send you a simple happy valentine’s, and he actually sets his games aside to spend time with you. he lets you pick the movie or the game, and if you ask him about it, he just shrugs. “it’s your day too, so whatever you want.” it’s quiet, it’s effortless, but it means everything coming from him.

suna rintarou

suna acts like he doesn’t care, but he’s a menace about it in his own way. he’ll send you blurry, badly drawn valentine’s memes all day and make sarcastic comments like, wow, lucky you, getting to spend today with me. but then he casually pulls out a small gift—something he knows you wanted but never expected him to remember. when you call him out on it, he just shrugs, leaning in to kiss your temple. “yeah, yeah, better get used to it.”

hinata shoyo

hinata is so excited about valentine’s day. he gets you a big, goofy stuffed animal and a box of chocolates, grinning ear to ear when he hands them over. he’s the type to plan a full day of activities—maybe a cute little café date, followed by a spontaneous adventure, because he just wants to do everything with you. he gets all flustered when he realizes how much effort he put in, rubbing the back of his neck. “i just… i wanted today to be special for you, y’know?”

oikawa tooru

oikawa goes all out. he’s got flowers, chocolates, a fancy dinner reservation—he treats valentine’s day like it’s a scene straight out of a romance drama. he probably posts about it too, making sure everyone knows he’s the best boyfriend ever. but when it’s just the two of you, he gets a little softer, a little more genuine, resting his forehead against yours. “you know, i’d spoil you like this every day if i could.”

bokuto koutarou

it’s late when nanami finally gets home. the kind of late that turns the sky a deep, endless blue, where even the city noise has quieted down. he steps into the apartment, sighing as he loosens his tie, his shoulders heavy with the weight of the day.

and then he sees you.

standing in the entryway, waiting for him, a bouquet of white lilies cradled in your arms.

“welcome home,” you say, soft and warm.

for a moment, nanami just stares. his tired eyes flick from the flowers to your face, like he’s trying to piece together why you’re standing there, holding something so delicate after the kind of day he’s had.

“you’re giving me flowers?” his voice is quieter than usual, a little rough around the edges.

you nod, stepping closer. “i just… wanted you to have something nice.”

he exhales, slow and measured, like he’s steadying himself. but there’s something else in his expression now—something softer, something unbearably fond.

he takes the bouquet from you carefully, his fingers brushing against yours. he doesn’t say anything at first, just looks at the flowers like he’s memorizing them.

“they’re beautiful,” he finally murmurs. then, a little softer, “thank you.”

you smile. “you deserve nice things too, you know.”

nanami closes his eyes briefly, as if he’s letting the words sink in. when he opens them again, there’s something lighter about him. he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead—gentle, lingering.

“and you,” he says, “are the nicest thing of all.”

you’d been dating for a while, a few months at that point, but he was always reluctant to use a pet name for you.

he preferred to call you by your name or the nickname everyone gives you.

but maybe it’s yuji that changes his mind.

“wait— fushiguro, you don’t call her baby? or sweetie? pookie maybe?? just y/n?”

“…that’s her name.”

but the thought lingers for weeks and he starts thinking about all the things that you call him.

“hey, gumi!”

“hi, baby,” before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“oh my god, gumi you have to see this!”

“thank you, sweet boy—“

since when did you start giving him pet names? perhaps it’s because it sounds so natural coming from you. you say cute pet names with such confidence behind them that he barely registers that you’re the only one who calls him those things.

there are a few failed attempts where the cute pet name he totally didn’t spend hours thinking about in his dorm last night, gets stuck in his throat and he just ends up hiding his red face in the collar of his jacket.

pet names don’t come naturally to megumi. before he met you, he thought pet names were sort of cringey and lame, that they sounded stupid.

but he feels so fuzzy when you say them, your smile bright and beaming, your sparkly eyes making him weak at the knees and the adorable pet name sending a jab right through his chest.

so there’s a second attempt.

and a third,

and a fourth,

before he gets it out without stuttering over his words and wishing the floor would swallow him whole because you didn’t hear him or it came out as a choked cough rather than an actual word—

“hi baby! i picked us up some pizza… i thought we could catch up on our watch list tonight.”

and megumi gulps back the lump in his throat, clammy hands clutching the material of his sweats—

“sounds good… babe.”

and you pause, a smile beaming across your face and you slowly turn to him.

“what was that—?”

“nothing.”

“no, what did you call me?”

“forget it.”

“wait, don’t be embarrassed, gumi!”

“too late, i’m going to ask shoko for her strongest shit so i can forget what just happened—“

and you giggle, tugging on his sleeve as he attempts to writhe away from you on the bed, pressing his face into the nearest pillow as you clamber over him with a cheeky smile.

“did you call me a pet name mr. fushiguro?”

“and i’ll regret it til i die.”

“oh, boo.”

safe to say he tends to stick with calling you your name or your offical nickname, but there are some rarer occasions where it slips out.

like when he’s unbelievably tired and sore from a day of sparring and missions, and he sneaks into your dorm and crawls into bed with you.

“long day, hm?”

“mm, i feel better now though.”

and you stroke his hair, “get some sleep then, ‘kay?”

“mhm… thank you, baby.”

pretty similar to my sleepy!yuji write (which was my 1st write, i can’t believe it) i just switched it around to try and match megumis personality a bit better even tho it is still ooc! :p

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megumi had come over earlier to study, after a long day of missions though it was clear that the weight of the day had clearly started to take its toll on him. you glanced over at him beside you on the bed. his eyes half-lidded and the faint sounds of his breathing, his notebook open in front of him, but the pen he held had long fallen from his hand. you smiled softly. his usual cool demeanor had been replaced with an almost childlike exhaustion, the lines of stress from his usual stoic expression softening. megumi still wearing his uniform, had been trying to finish some homework but his eyes kept fluttering closed, and his hand no longer holding a pen would drag slowly across the paper. his usually sharp features were relaxed, and his hair, slightly messy from the long day, fell in soft waves around his forehead. “megumi,” you whispered, unsure if he was even awake. he didn't answer at first, and you considered leaving him to nap in peace. then, without warning, his eyes fluttered open. the corners of his lips twitched slightly, a small sleepy smile creeping onto his face as he caught your gaze. “hmm?” he muttered, voice groggy, barely above a whisper. his words sluggish. you nudged him lightly, your voice a quiet whisper. “you’re falling asleep again.” he blinked slowly, and gave you a small, frown. “i’m not,” he mumbled, though his tone was sluggish and drowsy. “yeah, you are,” you teased gently, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face. “you should just sleep, megumi. it’s late.” he sighed, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “i know… but i still have some stuff left to do.” you sat up a little, turning to face him more directly. “you’ve been working nonstop. you need rest y’know.” he blinked again, his eyes fighting to stay open, but your words seemed to sink in. with a defeated sigh, he closed notebook, throwing it to the side, then leaned back against the headboard, his posture slumping as if giving in to the exhaustion that had been weighing on him for hours. “fine… but only because you said so,” he muttered, but there was no real resistance in his voice. you giggled quietly, crawling closer to him. as you settled beside him he lazily wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer until you could rest your head on his shoulder. his usual cool and calm demeanor was nowhere to be found. in this moment, he was simply your tired, affectionate boyfriend. "sleep, megumi." you whispered, your hand gently running through his hair. he let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, the tension in his body unwinding as he fully relaxed into your touch. the steady rise and fall of his chest told you everything you needed to know — he was finally resting. you stayed there with him, feeling the weight of the day lift away as the night stretched on, as the minutes passed, your eyes began to droop too, lulled by the peaceful atmosphere and the warmth of his presence. the world outside your dorm was distant and unimportant right now. the only thing that mattered was the feeling of being close to megumi.

it wasn’t often that you got to see megumi like this, but when you did, you cherished the peaceful moments.

yet there he was, sitting beside you in the courtyard, your fingers lazily intertwined with his as the sunset cast a golden tone over your skin. he wasn’t sure when he got so used to holding your hand but it had begun to feel as essential as breathing. he couldn’t bare to go a day without it.

you glanced at him, a soft smile tugging at your lips, “what?”

you had noticed his quiet staring.

he shook his head, squeezing your hand just a little tighter.

“nothing.”

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dad!kento who switches jobs when you find out you're pregnant, so he can work from home and take care of you - “it's okay, i was planning to do it anyway; they kept making me work overtime.”

dad!kento who naturally falls into the habit of resting his palm on your stomach when he kisses you, as if to already include your child.

dad!kento who finds your strange cravings hilarious and makes it his mission to hunt down the exact products you want. “for my wife,” he specifies every time; all these years later and he still loves the way the words feel on his tongue. 

dad!kento who never loses his temper with you, even when your moodiness has you snapping at the tiniest of things. he'll leave the room for a few minutes to recentre himself or gently remind you of your own self regulating techniques, but he'd never stoop so low as to lash out at you. 

dad!kento who gives killer massages for as long as you need them, sometimes offering before you even mention it if he’s noticed you’re moving stiffly or wincing as you bend to pick something up. there’s just something about the way his strong hands expertly knead out the soreness in your muscles…

dad!kento who pulls you into his arms to cradle you when you toss and turn at night, brushing the hair from your eyes with slow, soothing motions until it lulls you to the sweet embrace of sleep. and if you need a hot cup of camomile tea to aid you, it's on the bedside table before you even think to ask for it.

dad!kento who you find in the kitchen at 3 am when you wake up with back pain, anxious and bleary eyed as he scours research papers on the neuroscience of children's developmental stages. you make an executive decision to put an end to the parenting books and podcasts; he's already struggling with enough insomnia and stress as it is. 

“you're going to be a great dad, kento,” you reassure him as he follows you meekly to your bedroom. “you’ve already done so well with yuji that i forget he’s not ours. we’ll figure it out together, okay?”

“okay,” he agrees through a vicious yawn. he's drifting off as soon as his head hits the pillow, but not before whispering “i love you” into the curve of your neck. 

girl dad!kento whose whole body trembles in awe when he first cradles your daughter. he weeps unabashedly when she opens her eyes in his arms. “you look just like your mother,” he tells her and presses a feather-light kiss to her forehead.

girl dad!kento who you come home to find fast asleep on the couch, shirt rumpled and reading glasses askew (“old man,” you like to tease. “i’m not even thirty,” he snaps back light heartedly). one of his arms is thrown over his forehead and the other is wrapped securely around your 4 month old who lies nestled on his chest, breathing softly in rhythm to the slow rise and fall of her father’s chest.

girl dad!kento who responds to your 6 month old’s babbles and raspberries with a full conversation. “ababababa” can apparently translate to anything from an educated criticism of capitalism to “you’re right, mummy looks absolutely gorgeous today” as kento takes the opportunity to sweep you into a kiss - to the coincidental delighted exclamation of your child, who has no idea what’s going on but thinks it’s wonderful all the same. 

at 1 years old your daughter’s favourite place is perched on girl dad!kento’s shoulders, tufts of his hair grasped in her chubby fists as she kicks her feet and makes babbled demands regarding where she wants him to go next, which of course he’ll acquiesce to - “yes, your majesty!” he declares. in this case, it’s to the front door to answer the insistent bell. “gu, gumm, gumi!” she crows as megumi offers up the last loaf of sourdough he’d snagged off the shelf - and the small household erupts in celebration at her first words.

girl dad!kento who obliges your daughter in playing her favourite game, which involves her waddling unsteadily around the house, giggling as her father chases her and shrieking as he pounces on her to swoop her into the air and smother her face in kisses.

girl dad!kento who makes sure to spend quality time with you, even in between the chaos of work and raising a child. “don’t burn down the house,” you tell yuji, ruffling his hair on your way out. 

“we’ll be fine, nanamin number two,” he says cheerily.

"yeah, don't worry, we got it," nobara adds as a crash resounds in the background. megumi appears a moment later, dragging your nearly 2 year old by her fist, who’s giggling uncontrollably. 

“just the high chair,” he says dully with a long-suffering expression on his face. 

you come back in the early afternoon to find yuji enthusiastically reading a storybook on the couch while nobara sits cross legged in front of him, your daughter in her lap. to the side is megumi, embellishing the illustrations with creatures of shadow that gallop across the pages.

you and kento stop in the doorway for a moment, still unnoticed. you’re so caught up in drinking in the scene, smile wide across your face, that you nearly jump when kento wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“thank you,” he says, resting his head against yours, “for our family.”

“you’re back!” yuji exclaims and scrambles to his feet to eagerly detail all of their escapades in your absence. your daughter trails behind him, ditching nobara to slip her hand tightly into megumi's - her unparalleled favourite. and right now, in this moment, there’s so much love in your heart you feel you could burst.

nanami kento, who’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more. 

on my period and my body is throwing everything at me. i’m possessed by the urge to start a family.

in the most normal way possible i want to have nanami kento’s children

(photo from pinterest)

flu . megumi fushiguro

synopsis: you are sick, and because of your boyfriend’s tendencies to drop all responsibilities to cater to you, you try to hide it from him. (even worse because you’re especially prone to illness).

content: 1.5k wc, college/university au, basketball player! megumi, fluff, angst if you squint, fem! reader. pet names (baby, love) just megumi taking care of you when you’re sick (after he finds out).

riotrants: hi hi! this is my first post!! if anyone has any constructive criticism or suggestions please let me know! enjoy :)

the road stretched endlessly ahead, a dark ribbon illuminated by the faint glow of headlights. the world outside was still—empty streets, the occasional flickering streetlamp, a gas station left behind miles ago. inside the car, the only sounds were the low hum of the engine and the quiet breath of the night, punctuated by the faint music playing through the speakers.

megumi’s hands rested steady on the wheel, fingers tapping idly against the leather. his eyes, half-lidded but sharp, stayed fixed on the road, the flickering glow of passing lights casting soft shadows across his face. he looked calm, as he always did—stoic, composed, but you knew better. you knew him too well to mistake his silence for detachment.

you shifted in your seat, the warmth of his jacket draped over your shoulders. it smelled like him—faint cologne, a lingering trace of coffee, and something distinctly megumi. he had shrugged it off without a word when he noticed you rubbing your arms earlier. a small thing, but that was how he was—he never spoke his love outright, but it existed in every quiet action, every small habit he had built around you.

the city lights faded in the rearview mirror, giving way to long stretches of open road. out here, it was just the two of you. no distractions, no responsibilities. just the dark expanse of night and the gentle presence of each other.

“you tired?” his voice broke the silence, low and familiar.

you turned to him, watching the way his jaw tightened slightly, like he wasn’t sure if you’d been quiet for too long.

“a little,” you admitted, stretching out your legs. “but i don’t wanna sleep yet.”

megumi made a quiet noise—something between a hum and a sigh. “huh. thought you’d be out by now.”

you smirked. “and miss out on a night drive with you? never.”

his fingers twitched on the wheel, and you caught the way his lips quirked—just barely, almost imperceptibly.

the silence stretched again, comfortable. you watched the way his hands moved, steady and sure, veins faintly visible under the dim dashboard light. there was something about megumi like this—calm, in control, the sharp edges of his usual seriousness softened in the stillness of the night.

the song playing shifted to something softer, quieter. a melody that felt familiar, even if you couldn’t place it. you reached for the volume dial, turning it up just a little, letting the sound fill the space between you.

megumi glanced at you. “you like this one?”

you nodded. “yeah. reminds me of us.

he didn’t say anything at first, just let the song play as he kept driving. but his hand shifted from the gearstick, fingers reaching blindly toward you. an invitation.

you took it without hesitation, letting your fingers slot between his. his grip was warm, firm—rough with old callouses, but gentle when it came to you. he ran his thumb over your knuckles, absentmindedly, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

your chest ached at the tenderness of it.

“you always do that,” you murmured.

“hm?”

“you always touch my hands like this.” you squeezed his fingers, brushing your thumb over his in return. “like you’re memorizing them.”

megumi exhaled, the barest hint of a chuckle escaping him. “maybe i am.”

you turned fully in your seat, watching him. his profile was sharp in the dim light—dark lashes casting shadows over his cheekbones, lips parted slightly in that way he did when he was lost in thought.

“you don’t have to,” you said softly. “i’m not going anywhere.”

he let out a quiet breath, tightening his grip on your hand. “yeah. i know.”

but he still didn’t let go.

₊˚⊹♡

the road stretched on, the sky above dark and endless. somewhere along the way, megumi pulled off onto a smaller road, the kind barely touched by traffic at this hour. the car rolled to a stop on the side of the road, the stillness settling around you like a thick blanket.

you watched him as he shifted into park, resting one elbow against the door, fingers pressed lightly against his temple. he looked over at you, gaze steady.

“you said you weren’t tired,” he murmured.

“i’m not.” you tilted your head. “why’d we stop?”

megumi was quiet for a moment, then shrugged. “felt like it.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you? impulsive?”

he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “shut up.”

you laughed softly, but the weight in his stare didn’t lessen. if anything, it grew heavier, filled with something unreadable. something only he understood.

“c’mere,” he said, voice quieter now.

you didn’t hesitate. unbuckling your seatbelt, you shifted closer, slipping into his side of the car with ease. he welcomed you with an arm around your waist, guiding you effortlessly into his lap. the center console dug slightly into your thigh, but you didn’t care—you were too focused on the way megumi exhaled, slow and deep, like he’d been waiting for this all night.

his hands settled against your hips, firm and grounding. you rested your arms around his neck, pressing your forehead to his.

for a long moment, neither of you spoke. the night wrapped around you both, silent and knowing.

megumi’s fingers traced slow, deliberate circles against your spine. “you really like night drives that much?”

you smiled against his skin. “mm. maybe i just like being alone with you.”

his grip tightened slightly, like your words settled somewhere deep inside him. his voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke.

“yeah,” he murmured. “me too.”

you pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, your fingers threading through his dark hair. it was softer than it looked, and you loved the way he leaned into your touch without even realizing it.

his breath fanned against your lips, and you could feel the way his heartbeat thrummed beneath your palms—steady, but just a little faster than usual.

“you’re staring,” he muttered.

you grinned. “so?”

his lips twitched, but instead of responding, he leaned in, brushing his mouth against yours in the faintest of touches. it wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate—just slow and deliberate, the kind of kiss that spoke of years spent learning each other.

you sighed into him, your fingers tightening against the back of his neck. he drank in the sound, tilting his head, deepening the kiss in a way that left your stomach fluttering.

it was rare for megumi to let himself indulge like this, to let the weight of his love press against you so openly. but here, in the quiet of the night, with no one else around—he allowed himself to be selfish.

when you finally pulled away, breathless, he rested his forehead against yours again, his fingers ghosting over your jawline, tracing every familiar curve.

“you’re ridiculous,” he muttered.

you laughed softly, brushing your nose against his. “you love me.”

megumi huffed, but the way his hands curled around you—like he was trying to memorize the shape of you—told you everything.

“…yeah,” he admitted. “i do.”

you smiled, pressing one last lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth before whispering,

“then don’t let go.”

and he didn’t.

he never did.

ft. atsumu miya, hinata shoyo, & kageyama tobio

tags. includes a mix of christmas and winter activities, gn!reader, a bit of cussing, all fluff ! / author's note. happy holidays and i hope everyone has a great new year's! i wished it snowed where i live </3

ATSUMU MIYA

when your hands are cold he tries warming them up by blowing into them, but eventually gives up and just pouts and shoves your hands into his pockets.

as mentioned before, he loves decorating the christmas tree with you. has a large collection of ornaments as well, it's kinda scary.

christmas music is the only thing atsumu is listening to during decemeber. while he gets ready in the morning, doing homework, as he works out, you name it. he absolutely refuses to listen to anything else the whole 31 days.

atsumu bakes and decorates cookies with you!! you buy already pre-made cookie dough to save you and atsumu the hassle, but it always ends up chaotic anyways. atsumu tries to make various shaped cookies without using a cookie cutter since he feels he has more freedom without it and well, the cookies always end up spreading too much that you can't tell what it is. honestly not that bad at decorating with icing though, but they still sometimes come out questionable.

buys a fake mistletoe and hangs it on the front door so that you have to kiss him every time you leave the house. it's also an excuse to kiss you countless times everyday. atsumu believes he's an absolute mastermind for thinking this one up.