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.✦ ݁˖❄️—snowball fight with your boyfriend tsukishima kei
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today had been a special day.
it happened to be snowing that morning in sendai, the whole city was covered in a soft, thick layer of snow. you’ve always loved snow, that was one of those things you would wait the most for once winter started.
kei did it too; he remembers all the times he used to play in the snow with akiteru when he was still a little kid, that one little snowman they used to build together every year and that would stay up for weeks in their garden.
so wasn’t it a perfect occasion to go out that day?
“wanna go and have breakfast at the cafè around the corner?” you whispered to him while still in bed, voice soft and sleepy.
“any specific reason for that?”
“it’s snowing outside”
you walked to the local café, and your favorite one too. you two used to have breakfast there every day at the beginning of your relationship, and it had been your comfort place since then.
kei memorized your coffee order the first time he had seen you buy it, and hasn’t forgotten it yet. he also grabbed two slices of strawberry shortcake, his favorite one, to share with you.
and now there you were, in the middle of the city park, having a walk while holding hands, enjoying each other's silence. the park was full of happy kids, laughing and playing with the snow. it was a peaceful moment, you wished you could freeze time to savor it forever.
you suddenly let go of kei’s hand, reaching for your phone in the pocket and pointing at the tree covered in snow in front of you.
“so pretty…” you whispered, angling the screen to make sure the tree would fit in the frame. just when you were about to hit the button, you felt something hitting your back.
turning, you saw your boyfriend a few steps away from you, hands behind his back while grinning as if he was hiding something.
“did you just throw a snowball at me?” you asked, chuckling.
“what? me? no way” his grin grew wider.
rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to the tree.
thump. another hit.
frowning, you looked at kei again. “kei, i swear to god—“
before you could finish your sentence, he grabbed another snowball from behind his back and immediately threw it, pointing at your stomach.
“ouch—you bastard” you said, earning another hit from him.
you laughed and leaned down, taking a handful of snow and tossing it towards his head. he dodged it and giggled, rushing to make some more snowballs.
you kept going for what felt like minutes, between dodging and throwing snow at each other, your laughters filling the air like a sweet melody. you truly looked like those other kids playing around too.
at some point, kei threw the final hit at you. a big snowball, bigger than his own hand, directly at you, not expecting to hit you right in the face.
you stumbled back, hitting softly the ground, face covered in a white layer.
his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately rushed to you, crouching down next to you. “sorry” he said, tone gentle as he moved the snow out of your face.
he’d expect you to get angry about him for ruining your makeup, or to complain about your hair being dirty now.
instead, you burst out into a contagious laughter, holding your stomach while you looked at him.
“you’re lucky i love you” you simply said.
he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “idiot…” he murmured, pretending to be annoyed, but the subtle smirk on his lips told you that he wouldn’t want that to be any different.
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a/n: this idea came up bc it finally snowed here in turin after almost 4 years and it gave me inspiration.
anyway, i was thinking about starting to publish my fics on ao3 too, but i feel like they wouldn’t get much readings like they do here in tumblr :|
your boyfriend tsukishima kei realizes you’re the only person he needs
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Tsukishima hates coming home late in the evening.
Between late-night shifts at work and evening practices, it became almost impossible for him to be home at a decent hour every single day. He couldn’t stand it, not for himself, but for you.
He couldn’t imagine having to read the same message “I’ll be late. Don’t wait for me” every night, or having to eat dinner alone, going to sleep without him, barely seeing him during the day. In fact, because of his constant tardiness he was spending less time with you, and he was scared this could damage your relationship.
He did not want to lose you because of his mistakes. You were his most precious thing in the world.
You were the one that, despite having a boyfriend who you could only spend time with during the weekends, never left him.
You knew that having a full time job and being a pro athlete at the same time could be tiring; you noticed how he almost didn’t even have time to take care of himself. And it was obvious that he didn’t like this distance between you two.
Thats why you tried to let him know that you weren’t mad at him or anything. In fact, there were days where you’d always made sure his dinner was warm when he’d come home late or just simply waited for him despite being tired too.
Today was one of those days. You weren’t surprised when you received a text from him, telling you that he wouldn’t be home in time. So you just put on a movie, ate dinner alone and simply went to bed.
Kei came home almost two hours later than usual. After a tiring day at work his coach made his team run a few more drills than usual since they had an important match in two days. He just wanted to get home to you as soon as possible, because at the end of the day your presence was the only thing that could make him feel at home.
You heard the sound of the keys at the front door as he stepped in, and his training bag hitting the floor with a thump as a sign of his exhaustion. But you didn’t get up and just simply kept your eyes closed.
He found the apartment completely silent and empty, but he wasn’t surprised. That was something he got used to. He wished he didn’t.
Walking in the kitchen, he turned on the light and immediately spotted the microwave door slightly opened. It wasn’t rare that you’d keep part of the dinner warm for him, and he was extremely glad for that.
But once he walked to it and took the plate out of the microwave he didn’t find a takeout dinner or the usual plate of rice. He found one of his favorite dishes, the one he hadn’t eaten in ages and always talked about to you.
The corners of his lips turned upwards just a bit and he felt a spark of joy warming his heart.
Turning around, he placed the plate on the kitchen counter and reached for the drawer to grab a fork. But before he could do it, a paper bag set on a chair caught his attention.
He grabbed it, curious of what could be inside of it. A faint blush crept up his cheeks as he pulled out a plastic box.
Inside, a slice of strawberry shortcake was still untouched with some crumbs beside it.
The box still had the bakery’s logo on it. It was his favorite one, the one you’d always go to and eat during your dates. The one he repeatedly mentioned every time you were out for a walk around the city center.
You really paid attention to the smallest things.
What he didn’t notice immediately was a little post it note attached to the box. He carefully removed it and read it.
“Took a walk this evening and bought your favorite dessert and cooked your favorite dish. These long and stressful days won’t ruin our relationship.
Went to bed :) love you <3”
His eyes were getting watery, but he forced back the tears. Maybe it was just the tiredness inside his body that made him so emotional, but he couldn’t express into words how lucky he was to have a partner like you.
He ate both dinner and the cake, took a quick, warm shower and walked into the bedroom.
As soon as he took a step in, all the exhaustion in his body flowed away. There were you, asleep under the covers, head sunk in the pillow and a calm expression on your face. You looked peaceful, just like a sleeping baby.
He could stare at you like this for days and never get tired.
He was glad to have someone like you in his life. Someone that, despite everything, would never give up your relationship.
Thank god the ring he’d been hiding in his socks drawer was worth buying. He doesn’t really have the courage to propose to you yet, but he’s sure the time will come very soon.
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a/n: 2nd fic y’allll😛
i’m not actually super proud of this but anyway, hope you’ve enjoyed!
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Bully!Tsukishima refusing to admit he has a soft spot
There was no defining moment when Tsukishima Kei became part of your daily routine.
No dramatic first meeting. No argument that spiraled into a rivalry. If anyone had asked how the two of you ended up like this, neither of you would have had an answer.
It had simply just happened.
At some point during your first year at Karasuno, his quiet observations had become directed almost exclusively at you. They were harmless enough on their own. A dry comment about forgotten homework, an unimpressed glance when you answered a question incorrectly, a remark about how loudly you laughed with Nishinoya during lunch.
None of it was particularly cruel, and yet none of it was pleasant either. Over time, those small moments piled on top of one another until they became impossible to ignore.
The strange part was that Tsukishima wasn’t like this with anyone else.
He teased Hinata and Tanaka from time to time, but everyone knew they gave as good as they got. With everyone else, he mostly kept to himself. If someone irritated him, he didn’t waste his breath pointing it out. He ignored them. That was simply who he was.
Which made it all the more confusing that he seemed determined to involve himself in your life.
Not in any meaningful way.
Just enough to be annoying.
It became so predictable that even your classmates noticed.
“You’ll never believe this,” Tanaka announced one afternoon as everyone settled into their seats after lunch. “Tsukishima hasn’t said anything to them today.”
Nishinoya glanced toward the back of the classroom, where Tsukishima was flipping through a textbook with his usual bored expression.
“…Give it a minute.”
Sure enough, less than thirty seconds later, Tsukishima looked up from his book.
“Your bag’s open.”
Instinctively, you looked down. The zipper had come undone just enough for a notebook to peek through.
“Oh.”
You zipped it closed without much thought.
“Thanks.”
He gave a short nod and returned to reading.
Across the room, Nishinoya let out an exaggerated groan.
“I told you.”
You frowned slightly.
“Told him what?”
“Nothing.”
Tanaka bit back a laugh, but he failed to cover up his snorts.
Neither of them explained, and Tsukishima acted as though the conversation had never happened.
You didn’t think much of it.
At least, not then.
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The first few times he’d pointed things out, you’d assumed he was simply being observant.
Tsukishima noticed details most people overlooked. Teachers appreciated it whenever he caught mistakes on worksheets before they were handed in. During practice, he seemed capable of predicting where the ball would land before anyone else moved. It wasn’t unreasonable to think he simply applied that same attention to everything around him.
The problem was that his observations gradually became more personal.
He remembered which vending machine drink you always bought after practice.
He noticed when you switched to a different brand of mechanical pencil.
Once, after you absentmindedly mentioned having a history quiz the following week, he reminded you about it three days later when you admitted you’d forgotten to study.
“You’ll probably still pass,” he’d said while sliding past your desk to reach his own. “But barely.”
You had laughed, more amused than offended.
“I usually score higher than you in history.”
He clicked his tongue, muttering something under his breath before sitting down.
That should have been the end of it.
Instead, you found yourself wondering why he’d remembered the quiz at all.
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Yamaguchi noticed long before anyone else.
He noticed because he had spent years watching Tsukishima insist he didn’t care about things that clearly occupied his mind far more than they should.
Volleyball had been one of those things.
His older brother had been another.
Now it seemed you had somehow joined that very short list.
It wasn’t obvious unless someone knew where to look.
Tsukishima never stared. If anything, he made a conscious effort not to. But he always seemed aware of where you were. If the classroom door slid open, his eyes lifted for the briefest moment before returning to whatever he had been reading. If you were absent, he noticed before attendance had even begun.
He never asked where you were.
He didn’t have to.
The empty desk was enough.
Yamaguchi had caught him looking at it more than once.
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The final confirmation came during a rainy afternoon after practice.
Most of the team had crowded near the entrance while waiting for the downpour to ease. Someone complained about forgetting an umbrella, another offered to share, and the conversation quickly dissolved into the usual chaos that followed every practice.
In the middle of it all, you frowned toward the row of shoe lockers.
“I think I left mine in the classroom.”
Before anyone could respond, Tsukishima spoke without looking up from his phone.
“No, you didn’t.”
You blinked. Who does this guy think he is??
“What?”
“You left it outside the gym.” He said, not meeting your eyes since his were glued to his phone.
There was no hesitation in his answer.
You walked outside to check. Obviously this guy is joking. But to your surprise—
The umbrella was exactly where he’d said it would be.
When you returned, slightly bewildered, he was already walking toward the gate as though the exchange had never happened.
Yamaguchi stared after him.
He hadn’t even realized you’d brought an umbrella.
How had Tsukishima know?
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For you, however, none of those moments felt particularly meaningful.
If anything, they made the situation more confusing.
He remembered things about you that your own friends occasionally forgot, only to follow them with a comment that erased any warmth the gesture might have carried.
He’d remind you about forgotten assignments before teachers could notice, then casually mention that watching you panic would have been entertaining.
He’d pick up the notebook you accidentally dropped in the hallway, only to hold it just high enough that you had to reach for it.
He wasn’t trying to be cruel.
At least, you didn’t think he was.
But he certainly wasn’t trying to be kind.
The uncertainty was exhausting.
It left you constantly wondering where you stood with him. Trying to make sense of it was like trying to solve a puzzle with half the pieces missing.
So eventually, you stopped looking for an answer. If Tsukishima wanted to be difficult, then that was simply who he was.
There wasn’t much else to it.
Or so you thought.
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Tsukishima, meanwhile, had never once questioned why he sought you out. That would have required acknowledging that he sought you out in the first place.
In his mind, the interactions happened naturally. If he noticed your bag had been left unzipped, he mentioned it. If your notes contained an obvious mistake, he pointed it out. If you forgot something, he happened to remember. It looked completely normal.
“You know,” he said as they packed up after practice one evening, “most people don’t memorize someone else’s schedule.”
Tsukishima looked up from stuffing his kneepads into his bag.
“I don’t.”
“You knew they had library duty today.”
“I overheard them. Don’t look too much into it, Yamaguchi.”
Yamaguchi gave him a long, knowing look.
“You really expect me to believe that?”
“I don’t particularly care what you believe.”
He said while he slung his bag over one shoulder.
Yamaguchi watched him leave the clubroom before quietly shaking his head.
The frustrating part wasn’t that Tsukishima was lying. It was that he genuinely seemed convinced he wasn’t.
tsukishima kei, who can’t stop the tears from falling at your wedding
He honestly didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t stop the flood of tears that followed once the dam broke. Seeing you, the same person he loved to tease in high school, gracefully walking down the isle in that magical dress, walking towards your future with him, ruined him completely.
Tsukishima wasn’t the most emotional out front, and some moments such as this one were the absolute death of him. As you reached the end of the aisle, standing face to face with him, the world around you seemed to fade away. He looked at you with a profound love, his eyes glistening with even more unshed tears containing emotion that words could never express.
You returned his gaze, smiling back with a warmth that radiated from within, equally filled with happiness as the officiate’s words enveloped the air around you.
It was surreal. At you softly patting his hand that you grasped in your own, he felt himself get choked up even more. He had to remove his glasses so that he could quickly swipe away the tears as they fell.
A tiny ring bearer, one of your younger relatives, brought your wedding bands to the altar.
Tsukishima’s hands trembled slightly as he cradled the delicate silver ring in his palm. Patiently, you held your hand out, feeling the tingling warmth of anticipation as he carefully slid the ring onto your finger. He had a feather light touch, as though he was afraid that if he gripped your hand too hard, the fragile spell that had woven the day into something surreal and enchanting would shatter like glass.
His heart thudded in his chest, as so did yours.
After you placed on his slightly thicker ring, you cupped his cheek, using your thumb to gently wipe away the tears that seemed to be endless. He leaned into your touch, brows creased with emotion and glassy eyes revising your features to commit your face to memory.
Tsukishima Kei was rarely emotional, which made moments like these all the more precious.
I alr commented but im gonna request to be more specific. It’s really similar, butt basically one where the backstory is Megumi and y/n are dating and they met on a mission bc there were no other sorcerers available. But no one knows they’re together and they all find out different times, and everyone thinks they’re both perfect for each other bc they’re both so reserved and mysterious.
five times Megumi Fushiguro’s friends and family found out he had a girlfriend, and the one time he told them willingly
tags: ooc (?), fluff/crack, fem!reader, reader is a kyoto student, nonchalant!reader (kind of), mentions of violence, kyoto goodwill event, cussing, reader’s parent was a jujutsu sorcerer, reader’s parents are deceased, implied special grade!reader, brief mention of suicide (Megumi..)
Megumi Fushiguro never shared anything about himself. His friends didn’t even know he had a sister, why would they know that he was hiding a girlfriend 300 miles across the country?
In Megumi’s defense, he didn’t feel the need to share this information. It was his life, so it was his business. His life was in fact, none of their business.
The first time anyone found out you two were dating was after you completed one of your joint missions together. It was one of many, of course, so your routine was simple. Practiced even. Meet up, complete the mission, then he’d wait until you were safe on your train back to kyoto, then he’d allow himself to make his way back to Tokyo.
Unfortunately for Megumi, a little somebody was waiting for him at the train station that very day. That little somebody just so happened to be his annoying ass parental guardian.
Despite his tough exterior, Megumi was actually a clingy and affectionate person. He loved like a dog, snappy with anyone else, soft around the edges just for you.
Your bag was set at your feet. He had his arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders, cheek pressed against your [h/c] head of hair. He was squeezing you so hard it was like he was afraid you’d disappear the moment he let go.
You slapped his arm lightly. “Megumi Fushiguro, I’m gonna miss my train if you don’t let me go this instant.”
He huffed. “Fine then. Miss your train.”
Selfish bastard. He was only doing this so he could spend more time with you. He’d rather die than go home before knowing you were safe.
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head. “I’m gonna miss you..”
“You’re gonna see me in a week. The goodwill event is back at your campus this year.”
“A week is too long..” Sometimes you wondered if you were dating a jujutsu sorcerer, or a clingy baby. You shot him a rare smile, and he felt his cheeks heat up almost instantly. He almost murmured ‘pretty’ out loud.
Your cute moment was cut off when a loud voice called out Megumi’s name, drawing attention from literally everyone. Megumi groaned at the familiar voice. He wanted to jump in front of a moving train right then and there.
“MEGUMIIIIIIII!!!”
You turn around to see a scarily tall white haired man waving at your boyfriend like a toddler. He appeared beside Megumi before you could blink.
Megumi raised an annoyed brow. “Gojo-sensei.. what are you doing here?”
“I was passing by, so of course i had to pick up my favourite student!” Gojo grinned before mumbling something to Megumi about ‘not telling Yuta he said that’. Gojo’s attention eventually shifted towards you. His gaze trailed down to your hand, fingers intertwined with Megumi’s.
His eyes flickered back and forth between you two.
He raised a finger. “Is this..?” Gojo knew you were a sorcerer. He kept track of all of Megumi’s missions, and his adoptive son certainly did not have a solo mission today.
There was a beat of awkward silence. Megumi watched as the gears in Gojo’s head slowly clicked into place. It was hard to miss, because the moment it did, he exploded and-
“MY MEGUMI HAS A GIRLFRIEND??” Gojo shrieked, making Megumi physically wince.
Gojo went on an entire ramble about how Megumi never told his dear old dad anything and how proud of his son he was. Megumi clicked his tongue way too loud when Gojo got to the part about giving him ‘the talk’.
Gojo looked to you standing beside a fuming, red-faced Megumi, blinking.
“You’re [l/n]’s kid, aren’t you?”
You didn’t know how he knew that. You knew you came from a family of famous sorcerer’s, but your parents died so early on in your life even you didn’t know what they looked like.
“No wonder Megumi calls you ‘the creepy adult’ who follow him and his two friends around whenever they hang out.”
“He calls me what now?”
The second time somebody found out you two were a thing was a week later at Tokyo jujutsu high.
All you wanted to do was take a goddamn nap, but nooo, all your classmates were goddamn brutes. Todo was a smart person, but sometimes you wondered if he traded his brain for his muscles.
Your eyes snapped open at the loud bang from across campus. You sat up and yawned, and the sound of buildings crashing down hit you instantly. What a drag. You didn’t need to walk far to find the source of the noise. You had to rub your eyes to fully process the fight going on.
“I was just being nice, and you’re acting all high-and-mighty. Since you said that..”
“Then I’ll do it.”
Megumi raised his fists. Goddamit Fushiguro. Always pulling drastic measures for situations that didn’t call for it.
Todo and Megumi froze. At first they thought it was just the chill that was sent down their spines when Megumi tried to summon Mahoraga, but they were wrong.
It was just you. The presence of your high-pressure cursed energy was enough to halt their steps.
“Are you guys done?” You strolled to where Megumi was on the ground. “Todo, save that energy for the battlefield, alright? We don’t want you snapping a hip.”
Todo was about to open his mouth to protest, before he was cut off by a scene straight out of one of those sappy romance dramas.
He watched you, the least touchy person he’s ever met (so untouchy that you flipped people over your shoulder the moment they got too close), crouch down beside Megumi to brush his blood stained hair out of his eyes.
“You look like shit, Fushiguro.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
At this point, Todo didn’t even recognize you. It was like you did a complete 180° just for this first year student. You wiped the blood of his face carefully, concerned look in your eyes.
“Does it hurt?” You bit the inside of your cheek as you ran your thumb across his forehead. Megumi just shook his head. It always seemed like his face would go all red when you got close.
“I hate it when you always try to solve your problems with that stupid suicide god..” Megumi studied your expression. He hated being a burden, but he hated making you upset even more.
“Sorry, [n/n].”
“[Name]! Why are you wiping blood off the person we’re going to be fighting in a few days?”
You didn’t take your eyes off Megumi. “I’m sorry I don’t want my boyfriend to look uncivilized at a joint school event.”
Todo grabbed the back of your uniform and you let out a tiny passive ‘ow’ before getting your ears yelled off. “BOYFRIEND? DOES MAI KNOW? WHY DON’T I KNOW?”
The questions just kept coming. He started dragging you away to look for your other classmates. You gave Megumi one last shrug and a tiny wave, leaving him there on the floor. Megumi watched you disappear into the distance as you were dragged further across campus.
Megumi sat there, hand over his mouth as he fought back a smile, but he ended up grinning like an idiot anyways. Good thing no one was watching him.
The third time, Megumi just dropped it like a bomb. Maki and Toge were searching for Megumi so they could talk strategy for the goodwill event. He was usually awake around this time, so it was weird that he was nowhere to be seen. They made their way to his room, with Maki starting to bang on his door with her fists.
Megumi may just be the lightest sleeper on the planet, his nightmares certainly didn’t help with that factor either. One time Yuji was trying to sneak back into his own dorm past curfew, and he let out the tiniest sneeze that sounded more like a squeak than anything. He woke Megumi up, and his best friend threatened to- let me check my notes here.. “smoke his shit”.
“Fushiguro! Open this door right now!” Maki hollered. Toge backed up a few paces. He did not want to be caught between an angry Maki and a grumpy Megumi.
Maki didn’t wait any longer. She just slid open his door so hard it hit the wall. “Fushiguro, what the hell did I say? Get your ass out here or-”
“I’m up, I’m up, okay?” Megumi threw his arms over his eyes, sleepy, morning voice startling Toge and Maki.
“You’re never late, what’s gotten into y-?” Maki trailed off as a second figure sat up in his bed. You ran a hand over your face before turning to the two standing at the door.
“Hey guys.”
“Mustard leaf..?” Toge stood there, absolutely flabbergasted. I mean, who wouldn’t be shocked if you went into your own friend’s room and saw a whole other person sit up in their bed.
“Before you ask, yes we’re dating.” Megumi just flipped onto his stomach, away from the intruders standing at his bedroom door.
“What- huh?- how? How did you two even meet? You literally live halfway across the country from each other!” This is why
“Uh.. remember when I went on that mission in Yokohama?”
“.. yes?”
“The higher ups didn’t trust me to exorcise a special grade curse on my own without coming back half dead, so they sent backup for me. [Name] over here was the only one available.”
“If I knew it was Fushiguro I wouldn’t have gone.”
“Hey.”
The fourth time came so abruptly your friends almost didn’t catch it. You were so closed off at times Mai would call you a turtle, even learning your date of birth was a miracle to them.
You, Miwa and Mai were passing by the Tokyo campus’s training field. You spotted Megumi and paused to stare for a second. It was just a quick glance to see how he was doing, nothing more.
But Miwa and Mai caught you red handed.
“Who are you staring at, [n/n]?” Miwa peered over your shoulder. Before you could mutter the word ‘nobody’, Miwa was already in the midst of following your line of sight towards the field.
“Oh my god, are you staring at Fushiguro?” Mai cackled, and you felt your face grow hot. Somehow, you were able to compose yourself in a matter of seconds. You went back to your stoic facade, face going cold once more.
You rolled your eyes. “I am not staring at Fushiguro. All the Tokyo students are there. I’m judging them.”
“You judge literally everybody, and there is no way in hell that’s your judging people face!” Miwa giggled. “Awww.. don’t tell us that our little [n/n] has a crush on the bad boy!”
“It fits, right? Just imagine it, the two of you hating everybody together, but then deep down, you guys are all soft and care for each other with your whole hearts..” Mai nudged you with her elbow playfully.
“Are guys seriously writing fanfiction about me and my boyfriend right now?” You huffed.
“No but I totally ship it. Everyone says opposites attract, but I honestly disagree. Megumi wouldn’t be able to deal with someone much louder than him, so him falling in love with someone who’s just as moody and broody him is perfect, no?” Miwa beamed.
“Miwa’s right, [n/n]. With all due respect, you’re basically just the genderbent version of-”
Record scratch.
She backed up. “[Name].”
“Yes?”
“Did you just say boyfriend?”
“Yeah.”
Mai linked her arm through yours. “What? You’re dating fushiguro? Since when?”
You sucked in a breath before answering. You and Megumi actually kept your relationship on the down low quite well. It didn’t take much effort though, because all your friends thought you two were so anti-social, that you’d never be able to get into a relationship anyways.
“… we’ve been dating for a year.”
“WHAT??”
Miwa and Mai started interrogating you aggressively. You weren’t listening though. Every word went through one ear and right out the other. You looked right past them back onto the training field.
Maybe you were staring. Just a little.
The fifth time someone found out you were dating was completely on accident. Maki was on a FaceTime call with Yuta, and she ran off somewhere. She decided to shove her phone into the arms of the closest person without a second thought. Megumi yelled something about how she shouldn’t trust people with her unlocked phone, but she was already too far away to hear.
“Hey Fushiguro!” Yuta Okkotsu’s voice rang through the phone speaker. “How have you been doing?”
“I’m doing.. im doing just fine.” Megumi hated small talk. If this was his own phone, he would’ve cut the call right then and there without a second thought. But of course, everyone at Tokyo jujutsu high knew not to ruin Maki’s weekly FaceTime calls with Okkotsu. All Megumi could do was stand there awkwardly like a toddler who pissed his pants after a nightmare.
Megumi’s ears perked up when he heard someone’s footsteps. He was fully ready to drop Maki’s phone and fight the mystery person. “Who’s there?”
“Calm your tits, Megumi. It’s just me.”
You rounded the corner verrry smugly, enticing a scoff out of the dark haired boy. Despite the fact he was acting irritated, you caught him fighting back a smile.
Megumi sort of forgot that he was still holding up the phone, and Yuta was still on the other end. Yuta was supposed to be training, but watching this entire interaction go down was way more entertaining.
You walked into frame, staring up at Megumi. You two were only ever acted like this in private, well- as much privacy you two could get as jujutsu sorcerers.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you love me..”
You socked his shoulder playfully. (your version of ‘socking him playfully’ almost send him tumbling to the ground) “And what if I do love you, Fushiguro? What are you gonna do about it?”
He didn’t get to answer. You patted his cheek, pecking him temple like he was made of glass. “I’ll see you on the battlefield, okay?”
“I’ll beat your ass.”
“I’d like to see you try. You love me too much.”
Megumi’s eyes never left you as you walked off. He let out a dazed, love-struck sigh. An awkward cough violently dragged him out of his thoughts. He looked down, and he finally realized he was holding the phone up the entire time.
“Was I interrupting something?”
“How long.. have you been watching?” Megumi squeaked, body going fully rigid. He was gripping the phone so hard his knuckles were beginning to turn a ghostly white.
Yuta had a hand over his mouth, chuckling. “So.. [l/n], huh?”
“Shut up! Why the hell are you still here?”
The one time he did tell anyone? It was only cause he was pressured into doing so. Talk about peer pressure, am I right? Megumi didn’t know why he was friends with Nobara and Yuji anymore. All they brought to the table was pissing him the hell off. (he’s a liar. he loves his friends.)
Nobara and Yuji had been watching him closely ever since the spirit bash race. The three of them were together, and they just so happened to run into you.
The only thing you had to do to make Megumi back off was tilt your head and flash your pretty smile. Nobara and Yuji watched as their best friend’s eye twitched, then blurted nervously that they shouldn’t risk fighting you because you were ‘dangerous’. He bolted away from that part of the forest faster than the two of them could comprehend.
After the event, they burst into his dorm for answers. Their Megumi Fushiguro, incapacitated by a pretty girl breathing in his vicinity.
Nobara glared at him. “Alright, Fushiguro! Spill it! What’s been going on with you? You’ve been a lot more smiley lately, and saying your name in the same word as ‘smile’ is weird enough.”
“Yeah! You’ve been all warm and soft for hours.” Yuji started looking around the room. He didn’t get many chances to even take a peek at Megumi’s room. The last time he did, Megumi slammed the door closed while Yuji was still standing in the door frame.
It took them a full minute to finally realize Megumi wasn’t in his uniform. He was already halfway out the door, putting on his shoes when they noticed him.
“Hey! Where are you going dressing all fancy? We just spent the entire day fighting. Don’t tell me you’re going on another snack run for gojo-sensei.” Nobara placed her hands on her hips as Yuji attempted to mess up Megumi’s tamed hair.
“I’m going on a date with my girlfriend.” Megumi tied the final loop of his shoelaces. “If you guys follow me, I will kill you.”
What.
Yuji felt himself malfunction on the spot. “Huh.”
“My girlfriend.” He adjusted the cuff of his white button up. “[Name]. I think you two talked to her once.”
His two friends grabbed his arms simultaneously, dragging him back into the room. Yuji was still processing the information, and Nobara was already yelling (like always) “[Name]? You’re dating the [Name]? Since when? How? Who confessed?”
“I was the one who confessed to her.” He admitted quietly. It was uncharacteristic of him. Megumi Fushiguro was the one who people had a crush on, not the other way around. He was Satoru Gojo’s son after all.
No one ever thought you two could actually pull anybody. Everyone around you believed that Megumi would probably end up living alone with 20 different pets to keep him company. Nobody would’ve thought the reserved Megumi Fushiguro would have the guts to confess to you out of all people. Who knew that you two would be the first ones to get into a relationship?
Still, they were happy for you. Despite how annoying they could all be, they were still your friends. They were way too nosy and way too interested in your relationship, but you knew it was only cause they cared.
Dealing with a bunch of annoying teenagers (and gojo) was probably the least of your problems as jujutsu sorcerers, anyways.
Boyfriend!Tsukishima who is always uncomfortable on your bed ><
He’s too tall for your bed, so his feet dangle off the edge of the bed when he lays down flat. But Tsukishima never manages to do so, anyway.
It’s because the mountain of stuffed toys and plushies that stack together like building blocks, restricting him from ever getting comfortable.
You got penguins, octopi, sheep, chickens, all of the animals his big brain can think of. And most of them are unfortunately bought by him, making his situation worse because he can’t just throw them away!
“Your toys are basically pushing me off the bed.”
He says in disdain, his eyes searching for yours over the barrier of stuffed animals.
He looks over with his mouth open ready to say something about his lack of comfort on his side of your bed, only to find you fast asleep. Chest slowly rising and falling.
How could he disrupt this sight? He thinks in his head.
So through all the discomfort of your plushies against his back and limbs, he stays silent and forces himself to get comfortable because he knows this is exactly how you like it.
Smothered in stuffed animals, him by your side, cool breeze of your ceiling fan.
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You’re on the phone with your boyfriend, discussing plans for the evening while you dodge the masses of people walking past you in the afternoon rush.
“Okay, I’m almost at the metro, we should probably hang up before the signal cuts,” you tell him, looking over your shoulder before crossing the bike lane. “See you soon!”
“See you soon. Love you,” he said, hurriedly like it would mix into the static noise of the phone call but reach your heart all the same.
“Huh?” you said, raising your voice to indicate you hadn’t heard him.
“I said I love you,” he repeated bashfully, frowning at the poster on his wall.
“Ha ha!” you chanted, making some people turn to you, startled, before continuing in the direction they were going.
“Eh?”
“Made you say it twice, heard you the first time, love you, mwah!”
“Wh-“ Then you hung up with an evil little laugh.
Wearing a wide grin, which probably made you look like an aspiring psychopath, you skipped down the stairs to the metro, excited to see your boyfriend, who loves you x 2.
Tsukishima, Hoshiumi, Suna, Kenma, Osamu, Daishou, Kunimi, Iwaizumi, Kyotani, Sakusa, anyone you want it to be<3
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You don’t even think about it— your hand moves, fingers already sinking into Suna’s hair.
“What are you doing?” he asks, voice muffled from being squished against your thighs, too comfortable on your lap to even try to move his head to catch your gaze.
You just shrug, fingers slowing, nails dragging lightly over his scalp. Realising he can’t see you from his spot, you speak up: “I don’t know. Feels nice”
Suna huffs a quiet laugh, something warm and fond. He shifts, settling his weight against you, like he’s decided there are worse places to be than right here. You feel it when he relaxes—shoulders dropping, breathing evening out beneath your touch.
Your fingers find a rhythm, find spots he leans into without realizing. You smile at that, at how easy it is now. How natural.
A few minutes pass. Maybe more.
“Don’t stop,” he murmurs, barely awake.
You don’t.
Your hand keeps moving, slow and unhurried, until the room feels smaller and quieter, like it’s just the two of you. Suna goes slack in your lap, sleep tugging him under, trusting you to stay.
note thank you so much to this anon for requesting a suna ver! (again) established relationship, high school!suna x f!reader, contains cursing, suna and yn are in the same class (inarizaki 2nd year class 1), it was so much fun to make a variation for suna esp because i feel like dating suna would be so silly and filled w banter hihi, mechanical pencil divider by @ digilatte
╰┈➤ While Kei Tsukishima studies paleontology in college , he found himself being the middle blocker for Sendai frogs volleyball team. Maybe also falling for his volleyball team new photographer.
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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ memories featuring: fem!reader slow burn , a lil oc for the characters..huhu, cursing , sunshine x grumpy/opps attract , readers a photographer (has a lil small business ?) readers Akaashi’s sister , lots of silly nonsense , ..Brainrot & more (will label if any tw are in any chaps)
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aside from his height, his imposing strength and quick-thinking, suna rintarou was extremely perceptive. and it wasn’t lost on you. yet despite your awareness of his watchful eyes, you somehow deluded yourself into believing that he wouldn’t notice you specifically.
well, it wasn’t that delusional of you to think so. suna seemed so unbothered by his surroundings all the time, barely paying any attention to what was occurring around him and only looking for an excuse to nap or scroll mindlessly on his phone. or simply sit there, a blank stare plastered onto his unfairly pretty face with his hands stored in his pockets – or into his pants when he couldn’t find any, which was weird, truth be told.
yet somehow, you still caught his hooded eyes focusing on you from time to time and it had you freaking out.
it was a bit embarrassing, truly, thinking about all those times you had to clumsily flee his insistent gaze. like that one time you were looking for a place to sit at the cafeteria and, after safely putting down your plate of food, nearly dropped on your butt when you realized suna was taking a seat at the same table. after apologizing for the inconvenience, you basically fled from the scene, refusing to face the guy you were so infatuated with.
said-guy thought it was adorable. maybe it was a bit sadistic of him, he pondered for a few seconds, watching as you blinked dumbly at him, neck basically craning to get a good look at him before whipping your head down and running to the opposite side of the hallway after bumping into him.
“yer horrible, rin,” atsumu taunted, slapping his friend on the back with his usual annoying smirk. “scarin’ that girl away.”
“shut up,” suna mumbled from behind his mask, making his way out of the building and walking to the gym where their coach was most likely going to yell at them from being late, once again.
suna didn’t know when it started. he wasn’t sure when he started paying close attention to you and your existence, at all. he usually didn’t bother with people outside of the volleyball club, believing it was a hassle. it was tiring, really, having to maintain relationships and emotional connections and communicating and committing – God, just the thought made his skin crawl.
it was a particularly annoying day – one during which he had to deal with the miya twins’ antics more than the required weekly quota. while they were arguing in the gymnasium, chasing each other down and nearly punching each other to unconsciousness, he was practicing blocks, serves and spikes with aran and some other players.
it just so happened that you had forgotten your lunch on one of the benches after P.E class. walking into the gym, you quickly made your way to your not-so-discreet baby pink bag, cute little bunny patterns all over it. you didn’t really pay much attention to what was going around and, before you could process the very loud ‘watch out!’ directed at you, large hands had found their way to your waist and your world was spinning.
suna grunted, sharp features twisted with pain as the ball hit the sore muscles of his back. slowly, you detangled yourself from the sturdy chest you were pulled into, hands resting on broad shoulders. it only took you a good minute of dumbfounded staring, even dumber clueless blinking, for you to realize what had occurred.
mortification painted your face in shades of red, your head immediately downcast to avoid suna’s penetrating – yet somehow soft, at the moment – gaze. he tilted his head to the side, a smirk curling his lips up as he made sense of your visible embarrassment. and while it might have annoyed him on any other occasion, for some reason, he found it irresistibly adorable. the way you took several steps back and nearly tripped and fell again, stammering apologies and messily bowing at him and his teammates before bolting outside, this time, with your lunch.
“ya look creepy when y’smile,” atsumu told suna, earning himself a side-eye and a shrug.
to your utter misery, nothing escaped suna rintarou. your not-so discreet glances his way, your lingering in the classroom while he lazily packed his stuff while atsumu was ushering him to go faster, your way of making sure you two weren’t sitting too far from one another in the cafeteria – a table or two away.
at first, you had piqued suna’s curiosity. he didn’t connect the dots right away, assuming you were interested in one of the miya’s – if not both. to his grand misfortune, he always found himself with one, or the other. and sometimes both, which was even worse because, while osamu was easy to handle, the moment atsumu was in the vicinity, they were a nightmare to be around.
the only thing that kept the middle blocker going was the fun videos and pictures he posted on his personal instagram, dragging both their names through the mud.
but then, he started realizing little by little that you weren’t interested in any of them.
the first eliminated candidate was atsumu. all suna had to do was observe the way you rolled your eyes at his yelling and slapped the back of his head whenever he tried to jokingly flirt with you – that was also when he discovered that apparently the three of you were childhood friends.
the second was osamu. you often found yourself having to bring their lunches over because of how airheaded the both of them were. huffing and puffing as you mused about how he was so forgetful of his meals for someone who loves food so much.
it wasn’t really telling, truth be told, but suna knew better. he knows the look of love, as cheesy and silly as it sounds. and all he could see in your eyes was pure disappointment. maybe a bit of disgust too, which he found absolutely hilarious, cackling about it to the two pissed off boys.
and so, just like that, he was back to square one again. he didn’t linger there for too long though.
your history teacher had lovingly given you an assignment to work on in groups and your unfortunate soul was sick the day he had announced it.
groggily waking up from a not-so-restful nap, you had found yourself being assaulted by a multitude of messages from your dear best friend, screeching about how you got matched with suna since he was too busy sleeping to bother pairing with anyone.
and so you had to meet countless times for your presentation. and that was when suna’s investigation was finally progressing.
his weeks, if not months, of observing you had shown him that you were far from shy. you could be even louder than the twins if needed to but most of the time, you were as sweet as honey. you were gentle with your words and adorable in your mannerism.
yet there was something he had slowly realized the more you guys spent time together. while you didn’t have any issues speaking your mind with your childhood friends, you were incredibly timid in his presence. barely looked him in the eyes. you couldn’t put two sentences together without stumbling over your words – and that would often happen whenever he’d lean in because your voice was just so uncharacteristically quiet.
at first, he thought that it might have been because you and him weren’t exactly as close as you were with osamu and atsumu. but then again, shouldn’t you have gotten a bit more comfortable after a month? and how come you had so much ease carrying a conversation with kita shinsuke of all people in the damn school.
the hypothesis that you might harbor any sort of feelings for him had come to suna on a random wednesday night. and he had found himself laughing so hard that his baby sister, who climbed into his bed after allegedly having a nightmare, had to slap him with her tiny hands to shut him up.
suna wasn’t cruel. he wasn’t one to toy with anyone’s feelings or give them high hopes only to let them down. so he didn’t see the harm in flustering you and getting sweet reactions out of you. he didn’t think it was that horrible of him to slip in little ambiguous remarks or send questionable texts whenever you would ask him a very easy question regarding your history project.
after all, suna liked you.
the realization didn’t come to him as a shock. he had never shown this much interest in anyone, couldn’t keep his eyes or mind off of you and hated how you were so comfortable with everyone but him – although he found it amusing, he did wish you could treat him like everybody else sometimes.
and that was when your doom had befallen you.
it started slow. his fingers brushing yours whenever you’d land him stationary, your name rolling off his tongue in a way that made your insides twist and churn, his eyes following you around and his little smirk. that stupid smirk of his that looked so cocky yet so soft when directed your way.
you hated him.
“he’s playing me!” you whined to your friend, your forehead slamming painfully over your desk as you gave up on catching up on due homework.
said-friend only hummed at your little crashout – which actually was probably the tenth or so – the sound of her pencil against her textbook the only response you were given for a couple of minutes.
“he doesn’t seem like the type, though,” she finally retorted, putting down her supplies for a well-deserved break. sparing a glance to your deadpan expression drew a little smile on her lips, ruffling your hair affectionately.
“he looks like he would play you,” she admitted, nodding along to your delusions. “but isn’t he way too lazy to do that? you said so yourself, he barely is able to maintain friendships. why would he bother playing around with you?”
a long sigh was your answer. well, she wasn’t wrong. one thing about suna was, he didn’t put extra effort into any of his relationships. the only thing holding up his friendship with the miyas was how obnoxiously clingy atsumu was and, as a consequence, osamu would follow along. and it just so happened that osamu and suna were strangely similar, making them now inseparable.
otherwise, he really didn’t bother much. he didn’t cling onto anyone, didn’t try to specifically get to know the people around him and would only keep who he deemed important to him close. you’ve heard him once mumble about how human interactions required so much effort he simply could not spare, making you wonder how the hell did he even end up in a volleyball team when the whole concept of that game was teamwork.
but then again, suna wasn’t heartless. he was a sweetheart of an older brother to the baby sister you had seen once while on an outing to get fresh pastries from your favorite bakery. relationships might be a lot of work for him but you could tell he valued the miyas more than he let on. hell, he even helps them reconcile after they have a fight – not without laughing at them first.
“he’s cruel though,” you muttered, your voice edging on a whine. “if he’s not a player then why can’t he let me have a peaceful high school life?”
“you’re cute to tease, that might be why,” she chuckled in response, watching as your lips jutted out into a point, proving her point. “besides, he cannot be that bad, can he?”
he was.
in fact, he might as well reveal that he was the devil himself and you wouldn’t even be surprised.
a couple of days before your presentation, you found yourself at the library, waiting for suna to show up so you could wrap up your little project surrounding the heian period. hunched over your laptop, you were adding up little details to make your slideshow as pretty and as presentable as possible, correcting typos and removing excess information before you felt a figure looming behind you.
you didn’t have the time to turn around before suna leaned over your shoulder, lips so close to your ears you could hear every breath he drew in and drew out, brushing over your blushing cheeks.
“got the wrong kanji here,” he mumbled, pressing his finger lightly against your screen, pointing out his misspelled name.
you stopped breathing for a hot minute. maybe two. hell, probably more judging by how you were basically suffocating.
noting your lack of reaction, suna turned his head to take a glance at your face, and you nearly died when his lips accidentally brushed against your cheek. you could die right now and you would die a happy woman.
a low chuckle slithered its way into your ear, so close it had goosebumps rising on every inch of your body, making you jump right in your seat and inch away from him, eyes wide.
“i’ll fix it,” you managed to choke out, not moving at all.
seeing how you didn’t even budge, suna bit down on his bottom lip, amusement painted all over his features as another evil little scheme had a lightbulb shine over his head. he whispered something like ‘it’s okay, i got it’ before caging you between both of his arms, deleting his name from the slideshow and typing it again.
slow. way too slow.
the heat on your cheeks felt like it was transferring to your entire being, your whole body burning up as he took his sweet time writing his name. you grew dizzy from the proximity, close-on intoxicated from his scent and you might as well pass out from every huff and puff of laughter he occasionally let out.
so, so close to your ear he was basically penetrating your soul uninvited – or maybe you had let him in way before you could even notice his intrusions.
“cute,” he teased, poking your soft cheek with his finger before finally taking a seat beside yours.
you deflated like a balloon, giving up on every futile attempt to maintain the little dignity you had left as you let yourself collapse on the desk, hiding your face away from him. at suna’s chuckle, the librarian shushed him, bringing unwanted attention to your table.
you had wished that your life would finally go back to normal once the presentation was over. you would go back to swooning over suna from the sidelines, doing your little cheerleading club activities and nearly dying under your massive mountain of schoolwork you keep procrastinating.
but of course, you were never granted mercy.
“i’m glad this is over,” suna sighed, followed by a soft smile as he looked down at you, watching how you took your time packing your things back into your bag neatly.
you had a specific way of organizing your bag, making sure the bigger books were at the back, the smaller at the front and your cute bunny patterned pencil case at the front, which did not escape suna’s perceptive gaze.
he found it oddly cute but didn’t comment on it, sparing you the embarrassment.
once you were finally done, you both left the class together to go to the cafeteria, slowly making your way through the crowded hallways.
suna leaned against the wall, sighing as he noticed how long the queue was.
“yeah, i’m glad it went well,” you smiled shyly, looking up at him with a timid gaze and blushy cheeks and suna patted himself on the back for letting his hair grow long enough to hide his ears.
ears that were definitely tinted red.
God, you were so cute he might eat you up instead of the mediocre school lunch.
under his insistent gaze, you pulled on your uniform’s sleeves, your hands barely peeking through the white material of your shirt. you shifted on your feet, humming nervously as you tilted your head to the side, unused to this sudden quietness. well, suna didn’t talk much. but it was just… weird. how his hooded eyes seemed to darken even more. the way he leaned his head back against the wall with a heavy sigh. the teeth pulling on his bottom lip as his brows furrowed with what seemed like frustration.
you were going to be the death of him and you had no clue.
huffing out, he regained his composure, throwing a playful smirk your way.
“you always that jittery?” he asked, drawing his words out lazily, his tone taunting you.
as expected, you huffed and puffed, pouting and slapping his arm, looking as threatening as a little angry kitten.
yeah, his appetite has definitely shifted to something else.
“shut up,” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. you really couldn’t have one cute moment with him before he’d act like a cocky idiot again.
a lighthearted chuckle spilled past suna’s lips, melting your frown and replacing it with a smile of your own. he sounded so boyish, almost uncharacteristic to his usual deadpan persona.
you loved it.
“c’mon, sweets” suna murmured, stepping close to you. gently, his fingers pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, playing with the tips of your soft curls. he tilted his head down, smiling at the way you giggled at the stupid nickname he had chosen to give you on a random hangout at the library.
“don’t be so mean to me, yeah?” the pleading edge to his low voice had your knees weaken, and you might have turned into a pathetic puddle at his feet if it were possible.
“ya guys ‘re disgutin’,” atsumu’s voice shattered your little moment, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.
doomsday has finally come. and instead of ending the entire human race it just chose to take your soul away and let your body to rot on God’s green and beautiful earth.
what the hell.
“don’t be like that,” suna chuckled, watching how baffled you were. your eyes as wide as saucers and your mouth agape, you wondered if you didn’t just imagine what he had said.
well, clearly you didn’t, judging by how he just insisted more.
the gymnasium was empty, and you were still in your cheerleading outfit while he was in his practice clothes, leaning towards you as he pushed his finger onto your nose, booping it.
“ya like me, don’t ya?” he asked, the little accent he was slowly adopting ever since he had moved to hyogo tooting its horn. “should i make ya confess?”
your mouth closed before any fly could allow itself inside. your blinking came to a stop, clearing your throat as you tried to play it off as something else entirely.
“i- i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you blurted out a little too fast for you to seem as unbothered as you tried to.
surprise, surprise, suna was impatient. he might have played around with you for a couple of months but his patience was running thinner than the ice atsumu walks on when kita is around. and he was hanging onto his last threads of sanity already, wanting nothing else but to just be yours.
“liar,” he mumbled, taking a step closer to you. you took one back.
his pace got faster, forcefully pushing you into a wall and leaning his face so close to yours you couldn’t see anything else but his pretty eyes and tempting lips. hot puffs of air brushed your face gently, his thumb caressing your burning cheeks as your mind closed shut to the pleading gaze in his greenish pools.
“i- sunarin,” you whined, pushing uselessly on his chest, knowing damn well you weren’t strong enough to push him away.
“tell me,” he practically begged, his forehead pushing into yours as his other hand slid up from your waist to the side of your face, tilting your head up so your lips brushed against his. “c’mon,” he hissed, frustrated.
please, if this is how i die, i will kill myself.
well, might as well embarrass yourself to death to get what you wanted. the ends justify the means, right?
“i mean,” you started, stammering and stumbling over your words before you could even string a sentence together, “i might like you. a little.”
“yeah?” suna chuckled in disbelief, as if he didn’t already know. he closed his eyes for a second, drawing a deep breath in. “almost made me lose it waitin’ for ya,” he laughed lightly, his cheeks glowing pink as he looked at you with such tenderness your insides were melting.
well, you couldn’t say you were shocked – not with the way your best friend had drilled the fact that he was head over heels for you into your mind. but getting a confession, although indirect, from him did feel… pretty good. so good your heart was beating out of your ribcage.
“i’ll kiss you now, okay?” suna murmured, leaning in close, his eyes zeroing on your parted mouth. basically giving you no choice but to nod your head yes, but he wasn’t taking your silence as an answer, hands slipping down to squeeze your waist. “hm?”
“okay,” you breathed out, stupidly wasting your precious oxygen.
suna’s lips were soft. warm. a little chapped but you didn’t really mind it when they molded so perfectly against yours. tender at first, gentle and careful before deepening your kiss the slightest bit. just enough to have your head spinning and your fingers clinging onto him for dear life. your inexperience was obvious with the way you hesitated to move your own lips more than necessary, a little noise of surprise escaping you as he bit teasingly into your bottom lip.
drawing back, suna didn’t utter a word, observing how your lipgloss had smeared around your mouth, the sparkles probably transferred to his own.
“that was…” you muttered, giggling nervously. suna smiled, bumping his nose with yours affectionately. “yeah,” he whispered back.
warm hands squeezed your middle, pulling you close to him again and you wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into another dizzying kiss.
