He was running, he had never gotten out of bed so fast. Your screech sent a jolt in him, his nap disrupted by your cry. It wasn’t your regular scream, not the usual ‘I saw a bug’ scream, it was blood-curdling. He isn’t even thinking, he has no weapon to defend himself, all that fills his mind is you. When he bolts into the living room, you are not there; neither are you in the kitchen. The silence makes his heart race, it’s instilling fear in him. The open door of the spare bedroom catches his eye, he’s moving quick, hoping to god it isn’t the worst.

When he opens the door, he sees you standing in the middle of the room, a tall figure looking down on you. You look at him, eyes wide and before your mouth can move, he’s knocked the guy with one of the lamps.

“Kiyoomi!” You’re screeching his name as the man falls. You’re placing your hands on his chest to push the male back.

He’s huffing and puffing, “Are you alright?” His hand is pressed against your cheek, the concern in his eyes makes your heart melt, “Please tell me you’re alright.”

“Baby, I’m okay.” You’re pressing your lips against his to cool his head, “But, that’s Bokuto.”

Sakusa freezes, as he stares at the body, suddenly the familiar figure of his teammate comes to light, “You screamed, as if you were dying.”

“Yeah.” Your hand points to the half open window, “Well I walked in here and all I see is a man with half his body trying to get in, of course I scream.”

“What’s happening?!” Voices call from the window, as Sakusa looks down from it, Atsumu and Hinata are staring up, “We lost our key.”

Iwaizumi Hajime

He was wondering what was taking you so long, never had you been this late to meet him after club activities. Even Oikawa was joking that maybe you had gotten mad at him, ditched him and went home first. Obviously, he punched Oikawa in the shoulder for that; but the longer he waited, the more concerned he grew. He walked himself to your clubroom, some of your club members were packing up when they noticed him linger by the door. Your stuff was still in the room, so he took to the hallways to find you. It wasn’t long that he found you, surrounded by a bunch of girls in front of the bathroom. They cornered you against the wall; your eyes shaking as you stared at one of the girls.

“What’s going on?” He’s towering over the group, a scowl on his face.

“Hajime.” You’re standing up straight.

He’s pushing through the girls, standing in front of you to face them, “Leave her alone.”

The girls coo, you’re pulling him back by the arm, “Hajime, they were just asking me what Oikawa likes. They wanted to get him something nice for his birthday.”

The girls giggle when he flushes red, “But you looked scared.” He tries to whisper.

You smile, a hand wrapping around his arm, “I was just surprised that’s all, but thank you.” Your leaning up to him, “Should I tell them Oikawa likes really really spicy things?”

“Of course, it’s his favorite.” He’s grinning slyly as you’re gushing to the girls about how much Oikawa loves eating spicy treats.

Kageyama Tobio

He was distracted all throughout practice, eyes kept glancing at you as you were helping Yachi with something on the sidelines. It was a terribly off day for him, one of his serves had even hit Daichi in the back of the head; he was apologizing profusely when the male turned around with the worse pretend smile he had ever seen. Even his sets were beginning to lack, they were too fast then they were too short; it’s like the ball wasn’t listening to him. Tsukishima snorted from the other side of the net when the ball flew right passed Hinata.

“Why don’t you take a short break?” Suga gave a smile, attempting to diffuse the situation before a fight broke out, “We don’t want a fight on the first day a potential new manager might join.”

He was standing near you; you were happily watching the practice game. Only silence between you two. You caught his gaze when you looked to him, a grin on your lips, “I saw you play in middle school.” He nearly chokes on his water, “I thought you were really cool.”

A blush forms on his cheeks, “Thanks.” He stutters out.

“Watch out!”

The ball flies in your direction, your hands instinctively reach out in front of your face but the ball never touches your palm. When you look, Kageyama’s back faces you. Dead silence before laughter from the men on the court spill out. The red mark of the ball remains painted on his face and unlike the rest of the team, you’re filled with concern.

“I’m so sorry!” You’re screaming out, “Are you okay?”

Blood rushes down his nose, a heavy blush on his cheeks, “It was my fault.”

“It was my fault.” You’re repeating him, trying to gather napkins to press against his nose.

The sun was hot, the air was humid, everyone was sweating and just dying to get into the water. Akaashi remains in his spot under the umbrellas, while his friends and girlfriend opted for the cold refreshing beach waves; he kept himself entertained organizing the clothes and food. He munches on the freshly cut watermelon as he watches you sit atop Bokuto’s shoulders, hands trying to push the other couple into the water.

“Keiji!” One of your hands is trying to balance yourself by clinging onto Bokuto’s forehead, the other waving sporadically at him to join you.

Much to his dismay, the moment Bokuto spotted the watermelon, the male promptly tossed you into the water. Akaashi scowls at the lack of caring nature when he sees Bokuto racing everyone else to get to land. Akaashi tries looking for your figure in the water but the way he’s surrounded by dripping men, he can’t get a good sight.

“Babe?” Akaashi lets out worriedly when he doesn’t see you. His friends have now looked towards the water, eyes counting the group as if they were sure you had followed them, “Y/n!” Akaashi’s running towards the water.

Your head pops up and Akaashi nearly face plants into the sea. You’re breathing heavily when he begins to close the distance between the two of you, a very worried and stern expression on his face that has you pouting in apology despite it definitely not your fault that you were thrusted into the water so fast that it knocked the wind out of you.

“Were you that worried about me?” You’re grinning mischievously, wrapping your arms around his neck and he’s now oddly aware that the two of you are skin to skin under water. He’s flushed and it takes everything in you to not pull him in the water with you, “You’re so adorable Keiji!”  

“Please be careful next time.” When he turns around, you cling to his back; letting him drag you against the water’s current as you pepper a kiss onto his spine. He helps you steady a balance closer to shore and while Bokuto is quick to fall to his knees in apology; Keiji scolds him for his carelessness and you watch in amusement with watermelon in your mouth.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

He would never ever enter the beach water and that was final. He was okay with letting you drag him along to the get together with his team and he would have to make do with the rising jealousy at the moment watching you prance in your swimsuit with other boys. He trusts you wholeheartedly but men? Men are wolves and the beach just seemed like a perfect hunting ground.

When you’re on land he’s quick to stand right next to you, draping a towel over your wet figure, even for a brief lunch break he let you wear one of his t-shirts as a cover up, but the peeking of the bathing suit underneath still prevalent.

“Omi!” He doesn’t hear you call his name, his eyes are fixated on the beach volleyball game that’s happened near by with some of his team members. He doesn’t notice how you’re waving your hands to him, desperately trying to capture his attention, “Sakusa Kiyoomi!” You’re screeching at the top of your lungs and it jolts him from his spot. The volleyball game halts to stare at the way your arms are flailing in the air.

He breaks his never ever rule because he’s never ran so fast to the sea before. The water splashes on his face, wetting the mask he adorned, drenching his shirt, soaking his pants that weren’t even swim trunks all because of the fear that’s pressed on your expression.

“My swimsuit broke.” He sees the way you desperately cling to the fabric that’s supposed to protect your chest; for a second he wants to scold you, yell at you, discipline you but the way you look at him innocently, lips puckered, pleading for him to not raise his voice.

He removes his shirt, pulling it to fit over your upper body; he tries to not mind the waves crashing on his skin and briefly you yelp when he lifts you over his shoulder. He pulls the fabric of the shirt to cover your bum, people watch confused and you’re absolutely embarrassed to even try to make eye contact with anyone at the moment; just letting him carry you off to one of the private bathrooms.

Suna Rintarou

He wasn’t exactly thrilled to be here but it also wasn’t the worst place to be at the moment. The popsicle is stuffed into his mouth, eyes glued to the cell phone in his hand, and he can hear Atsumu practically flirting with anything that moved. He wants to so bad to throw his popsicle at the man but then that would mean actually doing work.

So he decides to just continue pretending as though he isn’t hiding behind his sunglasses to stare at your body lounging near where his friends have started setting up a volleyball net to trap girls into watching them play.

Atsumu suggested it once more people gathered, a friendly game; boys versus girls, losers buy ice cream for the winning team. Osamu attempted to coax him into playing and he wasn’t at all interested until suddenly you raised a hand; your friend giggling as they pushed you up, “I’ll play.”

The boys were going easy on the girls, it was seriously too obvious but the longer the boys played the more they stumbled watching the women jump on the other side of the net; perhaps that was the real reason they spiraled down in the second half of the game. Their eyes would linger too long through the net; effectively headbutting the ball.

“I think we’ve met before.” You hang behind the group, walking alongside him in a slower fashion, “You picked up your little sister at my house last weekend, she’s friends with my sister.”

It dawns on him; you were the hot older sister of his annoying sister’s friend. He feels like his mind is blown and the reason he was so fixated on you at the beach suddenly making sense. His brain is connecting the dots and you giggle seeing his spaced off expression.

The popsicle in your hand tapping against his forehead, your hands tug the popsicle out of the wrapper, putting your lips over the cold treat, “I’ll see you around then.” You send him a wink, fingers waving as you catch up with your friends.

Oh he was definitely going to pick up his sister more often.

Oikawa Tooru

He’s being punished and he knows it, for what though, he can’t remember anymore because the two of you are in the middle of the beach and despite the scorching heat, you’re still fully clothed refusing to get in the water with him or even show you how good you look in a bathing suit. Instead, you’re sitting under the shade, scrolling through social media, not even trying to give him a passing glance no matter how many times he deeply sighs and walks by you.

“Don’t even think about it.” Your words wound him, he retracts the hand that is itching to catch a glimpse of the bathing suit. It was rather a peculiar idea for you, most girls to gain their boyfriend’s attention at the beach would strip to their bathing suit, but no; you decided why not have him pining over you.

“Please!” His head is squished against your hip and abdomen, “We’re at the beach, we should be walking around, eating ice cream and playing games!” His whines draw the attention of bystanders and it irks you.

You scream when suddenly his head dips under your shirt, your hand slapping his face away and a whole new level of irritated and mad overcome you. He sits up dazed, his lips muttering a soft, “Pink.”. You shove him into the sand, standing to your feet to kick your boyfriend’s ass for the sudden invasion of privacy.

“Ugh! You’re unbearable.” Your fingers grip the ends of your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head to reveal what he had just discovered, a cute sparkly pink bikini top, “It’s stupidly hot, I have a stupid boyfriend, and I just wanted to stay home where it’s nice and cool and we could cuddle.”