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Hhhhhmmmm well I usually only allow 3 characters at a time, but I’ll make an exception for this one! Mostly because it has a degree of angst that I absolutely love! But please be sure to limit to 3 for scenarios! Thanks love for the request! - Admin Satori <3

Kuroo Tetsurou:

Your heart had started hurting at the beginning of this mess. Your love for Kuroo shriveling up and aching when he’d gone off and found himself a girlfriend. He seemed so happy, so content with life and excited for the future… you’d kept quiet… you’d kept quiet and settled for being his friend.

Because you’d rather be his friend than nothing at all. Confessing to him how you felt once he was happy with how things were going would only threaten your friendship…. And if you had to go on without him? You don’t know what you’d do. He was your sunshine.

Yet…. About a week ago… his warm smiles seemed to dim before altogether extinguishing before your eyes when he admitted his girlfriend had dumped him.

For someone else. One of his friends from college.

“Because I’ve got a really ugly laugh, she said it freaked her out.” He chuckled halfheartedly, shrugging easily before running his fingers through his hair - he was staring into the mirror in his bathroom. You had come over to hang out and have fun with your friend, take joy in his company… but this wasn’t a side of Kuroo you were used to.

“An ugly laugh? Not even!” You scoffed, “She’s insane. Let her go ruin her life.”

But he didn’t let up. He wanted her back. He changed everything about himself so she would want him back. He cut his hair - short. Cropped black hair. He pierced his ears because that’s what his friend had.

You couldn’t do anything but watch in horror as he transformed everything for her. He wore different clothes, too baggy and weird matchups. Hats and too big glasses… Were those prescription based? Had he really spent more money to get new frames for his glasses?

“Tetsu-“ But he wouldn’t hear it from you. Too in his own head trying to figure out ways to change himself.

“_______, which one is better?”

Resting your hands on his, you had him lower the clothing out of the way, “Tetsurou….. Let’s go out on the town today…” He rolled his eyes, about to bring up the clothes as a show of ‘duh that’s why I’m asking you what to wear’, but you held his hands down, “Don’t you have any normal people clothes?” You smiled, but the irate tick of his eyebrow had you internally shrinking away from him.

Had you said something wrong? Was this really that serious?

So you slowly pulled your hands away, down casting your gaze before stepping back, “Sorry.. You probably have plans with her today, huh? Uhm… I guess.. Just shoot me a text if you need anything, okay?”

He didn’t respond, and you took that as your cue to leave.

You didn’t see him for days after that. He was busy. Taking classes on how to mask his speech to make it sound like whatever language was his mother tongue. Going shopping on his own to pick out the most similar clothing he could to the guy his ex was dating. He even changed his laugh… You hadn’t heard his real laugh in about a month now…

If you were being honest with yourself, you’re heart would break knowing you couldn’t even recreate his laugh in your memories. All you could hear is his forced laugh… he wasn’t happy, and yet he didn’t even see it himself.

But you were there for him. Sending him messages here and there, encouraging him to find himself before trying to get her back, sending the funniest of memes you’d think he’d like.

But you were hurting. More now than ever before. Because the young man you loved, the one you could see yourself with for the rest of your life… was slipping away. Slowly being replaced by some kind of imitation human.

You’d had it though. You were tired of watching him water down his personality because she couldn’t understand. Because she was the problem. He was perfect the way he was. “Wow, you’re so much smarter than me, I’m blown away by your brilliance.” He’d stumble over his fast learned French, complimenting her in a language she didn’t even understand but that she found ‘sexy’ and ‘hot’.

Irritation in your veins, you simply turned to her, and her smug smile, and growled out, “You’re a fucking idiot.” You were so angry. So furious. Before she could jump at the opportunity to shut you down, you were right there with your fury, “What kind of airhead are you? You don’t even KNOW French and you’re forcing him to learn it? For what? A chance to be by your side? Do you know how many women would JUMP at the opportunity to have Tetsurou for who he is? Millions.”

She scoffed, “Oh yeah right. He was an absolute loser before I-“

“No! No he fucking wasn’t!” You completely lost tack of where you were, your anger getting the better of your words, of your thought process. “He was smart! He still IS smart! Way more ‘brilliant’ than you! He learned French… in 2 weeks! Just to impress you! He changed everything about himself for you! And you’re still seeing someone else? Why even drag him along if you’re not going to commit? Why make him change everything about himself, everything I loved, if you don’t even want him?”

A simple shrug. “It was funny.”

No care. No sympathy. She didn’t care. She didn’t love him. He was her toy and she was having fun.

You didn’t even notice when you raised your hand to hit her.

But another hand held you back. “How cute~! You were pining this whole time? Oh, if I had known that, I would have made him change much more…” Then she was walking away, tossing a “Come on, Tetsu~, we’ve got some shopping to do~.”

“Uh…. Go on ahead of me… I’ll catch up….”

You roughly pulled your arm from his hold, but soon found all the fight had been leaked out of you in that moment of fury. You were tired. Tired and hurt.

Kuroo didn’t leave to catch up, though. He stayed with you. Silent. Watching your emotions play out on your face before you gathered what was left of your strength to cover what you were feeling. Hurt. Lost. Loss. You wanted to lash out, get him away from you as quickly as possible just so you could have your alone time - time to grieve over the young man who would never want you.

“I can’t…. I can’t do this anymore, Tetsurou… I can’t… It’s not healthy for me to watch you lose yourself for someone like..” Your hand waved weakly in the direction his ex had walked off in, “I just.. I don’t have it in me anymore.” When had your eyes welled with tears? No matter because you could feel a few of them slip passed your control down your cheeks. “I can’t stand by anymore… I can’t fight her… I can’t…. Your heart isn’t mine to fight for anymore, and that much is so fucking obvious since you’re just going to go after her and-“

Lips against yours. Hands cupping your face. You felt your heart break just a bit inside your chest at the mere idea of this being a dream or a trick. But if this were a dream or trick… what was the harm in indulging in the feeling of warmth spreading throughout your body?

So you fell. You fell for him harder than you had in the very beginning. Your hands held his against your cheeks, feeling his thumbs rubbing away your runaway tears, “I’m not… I’m not going after her… I’m not going anywhere…” Was that a choir singing in your ears at the sound of his real voice? That didn’t help dry your tears, but it had your heart swelling in your chest.

Kuroo kissed you softly, tenderly, anxiety eating at his core for making you wait so long for his attention. But when you’d gotten angry at his ex… when you’d admitted to being emotionally worn out… He’d seen you. The real you. The you who had been by his side even in his stupid choices.

“Please….” You whispered, “Please stop changing yourself…” You pulled from his lips before moving your arms to wrap around him, pressing your face into his chest and letting out a quiet sob when he held you close to him, burying his face in the top of your head.

“My laugh isn’t too ugly for you?”

You scoffed around a sniffle, pinching his side, “Your laugh is my favorite laugh.”

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Why had you agreed to this? To get in better shape, sure… but to watch him kill himself over someone who clearly didn’t have the ability to care? Not at all.

And yet you stayed. You helped. You watched and trained and worked out with Iwaizumi almost on a daily basis! You were feeling good about yourself! He would help you eat healthy and shed off any weight you felt shouldn’t be there! It was great!

Except that it wasn’t. Because he was taking it too far. A 5k, and you were beat! Ready to shower and rest your aching muscles…. And yet he turned it into a 10k, a 15k, a 20k….. Leaving you in the dust, or forcing you to catch up with him by non running/walking means. You’d catch up with him towards the end, driving beside where he was running on the sidewalk, calling for him to get in the car so the two of you can go relax and binge watch some TV.

But he’d only fight back. “I don’t have TIME to relax, ________. I have to keep working out. I don’t want her to think I’m lazy or getting fat.”

His ex. She’d pointed out his ‘chubby cheeks’ before breaking up with him… and now he was obsessing over it. Trying everything in his power to bulk up his body and slim down his face… Did he really look chubby to everyone? Did his efforts at the gym not translate into his physique?

You had lost count how many times you’d told him he looked amazing, that his arms were big enough to squish a watermelon between them or that you could hand wash your clothes on his abs….. He could probably outrun a goddamn cheetah… and yet he didn’t stop. He didn’t quit.

It wasn’t healthy. You were in your peak condition - where you wanted to be in terms of body weight and eating routines. You were feeling amazing! Endorphins firing off when they were supposed to, anxiety and depression long gone from your mind because you were taking care of the root of them… You were in the best shape you’d ever been and you couldn’t be happier!….

But you could. You could definitely be happier…. If he’d stop killing himself over his ex.

“Hajime, for fucks sake… You’re not even eating right anymore!”

“I can’t eat, ______. I’m just going to get fat and look like a damn hippo next to her. Gotta be in my best shape.” He’d brush you off, even going to move past you towards the weights he had in his home. He’d spent so much money on gym equipment - because the gym he’d gone to had noticed his unhealthy habits and actually banned him from going back.

Leaving you to be the only amount of reason he might listen to.

It wasn’t working though. He wouldn’t listen to you. Not when you pointed out his faulty thinking, not when you showed him videos saying what he was doing was unhealthy, and not when you practically begged him to come to his senses.

Stubborn fool…. But you loved him. You loved him for his heart, for his thoughts… for his kindness and thoughtfulness towards others… You loved him for who he was… not for how he looked - though he looked absolutely delicious. And yet… He didn’t see that.

You couldn’t keep this up. You’d stopped working out with him. Stopped spotting him when he lifted weights… At one point, you’d stopped talking or visiting him altogether.

He hadn’t noticed.

That probably hurt the most. The fact that you could disappear and he wouldn’t notice… Not how he was now. Before his ex? He would have physically gone to your house to check on you… but now? After her? After her thoughtless heartbreaking lies? …. He only thought of her, of how to better his body for her pleasure.

But you couldn’t take it any longer. Sitting there alone in your home… wondering what he was doing, wondering if he’d eaten at all or if he’d had any water… Why was he killing himself for her? Why? You loved him… You loved him no matter what, but watching him bend himself broken……

Iwaizumi was lying on his back on his weight bench when you entered his home. “______! Come spot me.” You didn’t fight, you followed his instruction…. But irritation boiled your blood when he lifted the weight off it’s support before you were in place… So you did something that rational thinking you would forever be embarrassed about.

You straddled him.

Legs on either side of his hips, you sat casually on his pelvis, hands under the steel rod he gripped in his hands. “Wha-what the hell are you doing?” He grunted out, forcing his mind on the weight shaking in his hold and not the pressure of your body on his. “Fuck, help me?”

“This is literally half the weight you were able to lift last month…..” You noted, the muted anger clear in your voice. But you made no move to help lift the weight from him. Instead you grabbed the steel from the top and pulled it down so it was over his chest, then you were leaning down on it.

Iwaizumi let out a gasp of a squawk, “________! Stop!” He called, his own irritation in his voice, he was getting angry with you… but you knew this was the only way for him to see.

So you leaned a bit harder on the steel bar, feeling his arms shaking as they struggled to keep the weight from ‘crushing’ him… though you knew it wouldn’t harm him… His muscles were so weak from overuse, he needed to rest… if he rested, you knew this weight wouldn’t have any chance against him. Yet he struggled. Because he was unhealthy. He was weak.

“You’re a goddamn fool, Hajime. In your drive to get strong, to be the biggest meat head in the whole world, you’ve made yourself the weakest human I’ve ever known.”

His green eyes showed his anger, showed his boiling rage, “Get. Off. Of. Me.”

You smirked, “Make me. Big strong Hajime… I’m sure you could toss a little one like me around like a ragdoll… So why don’t you?” His arms continued to shake as he held off the weight, and you felt disgust in your stomach at the sight of him, “Because you can’t.” You roughly pushed off of him, moving to stand behind the weight bench and pull the steel bar to its support rings.

Iwaizumi didn’t move, gasping for air as he stared up at you, his expression showing his anger…. But his eyes… His eyes showing his fear, because you were right. He knew you were right this whole time. “Why do you care? I’m trying to get….” He panted for much needed air, his lungs burning from the exhaustion making itself known.

“Because I’m literally watching the man I love kill himself. You’re wasting away to nothing but skin and bones, all your muscle is falling apart because all you do is wear it down…. Soon enough you won’t even be able to hold your own head up and you know what? She’s not going to want you back. Not then, not now, and not when you eventually end up in an early grave because your heart can’t handle the effort your exerting.”

No tears. You were quite proud of your explosion. In most cases where you were angry, you couldn’t get your words out clearly, or you’d lose your train of thought… but you’d been thinking about him nonstop since he’d been dumped… since he’d started this whole insane power trip.

The silence was deafening.

“I owe you… so much, Hajime. Because you helped me. You pulled me out of his swirling hole of darkness… and you pushed me to better myself… I’m healthy. I’m able to run a 5k without dying after a couple feet… I’ve been eating healthy and all my inner demons are being starved because I absolutely love myself now…..” You looked down at where he lay, limp and weak… and you wondered if this was the first break his body has had since the breakup. “But I’m not happy, Hajime… I’m not. I can’t be. Watching you do this to yourself… You’re in the top percentile in terms of body mass and weight…. But you’re not stopping… You’re wearing yourself down day by day, hour by hour…. Not eating because she said you’ve got chubby cheeks….”

Iwaizumi looked away, feeling his heart ache. “Do I still have chubby cheeks?”

“Yeah, you do.” Was your immediate answer, and his green eyes were back on you in an instant - he took insult to your telling him the truth. But you let out a sigh and moved to stand beside the weight bench, grabbing his arm and pulling him to sit up. He struggled to help you, everything about his body felt heavy, felt tired and nonresponsive…. But you didn’t seem worried. “That’s not going to be something you can change though…. You’ve lost…. Nearly a quarter of your body weight… and you still have chubby cheeks… I think they’re just genetics.”

You playfully pinched his cheek, and he let out an irritated huff, “How could you love someone who’s got a fat face?”

His body slumped, and you couldn’t tell if it was on purpose, against yours, leaning into you. You wrapped you arm around his waist, and rest your head on his as it laid on your shoulder. He needed your strength right now. “Hey now, chubby doesn’t mean fat. You’ve got a cute face.” You smiled, hearing his unintelligible grumbling. “Please…. stop.” You whispered, struggling to keep the emotion out of your voice… this was the first time in a long time you’d been able to talk to him about anything other than a workout plan.

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, you squeezed your arm around his waist, feeling him flinch at the minimal pressure, “Ah! Alright alright! Jeez….” He hissed out, letting out a exhausted sigh, “Then… Could you help me get better?”

Vulnerable… You knew it was a long road before he was back to who he used to be… But if he wanted you to help him…

“And…. When I’m feeling better and I’m able to actually walk…” He cleared his throat, and you could feel the warmth of his face against your shoulder as he blushed, “Will you let me thank you by taking you out to dinner?”

“Uh…..” There goes your confidence in your words… You hadn’t expected that. Now it was your turn to blush, feeling your heart slamming against your chest as you watched his shaking hand take yours on your lap. And you knew he was shaking because he was weak, but a part of you felt as if he were shaking because he was nervous. “Uhm….” You cleared your throat, “Y-yeah… I-I’d love to….”

Akaashi Keiji:

So very flashy. How annoying… Your eyes traveled between the cool and collected Akaashi, your close friend… the man you loved…. To his girlfriend…. Who didn’t seem to care who was staring as she cooed and reacted loudly to the container Akaashi was currently offering her.

“Oh my GOD! Keijiiiiiiiii! These are so pretty!!!!” Pearls. A pearl necklace and matching earrings. She took the jewelry out of the container before tossing the velvet box in your genera direction, “Oooooh these are cute.” Akaashi watched patiently, though there was pride in his eyes… He was happy. He was content in her reaction because it meant he did good in shopping for her. But before he could really be proud, she turned to face him seriously and grab his hands, “Okay, so where’s my 4 months and 1 day anniversary gift?”

Your lips rolled inward and your eyebrows rose in your surprise at her greediness. But you remained silent. Akaashi had invited you out to hang out with him and his girlfriend, so pointing out her gold digging tendencies was definitely out of line. Akaashi stared at her in surprise, his eyes widening as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the time lapsed, “4 months and one day?” He asked, repeating what she said to make sure he’d heard her correctly.

She rolled her eyes, tugging on his hands like a child on the verge of a tantrum, “Well, duh, Keiji~! Everyday with me is a blessing, right? Don’t I deserve nice things?” A pout and Akaashi was letting out a tired sigh before using one of his hands to pull out his wallet. “I want something prettier than the pearls! Something that glitters in the light!”

“Something expensive.” You muttered under your breath, feigning innocence when her head turned to acknowledge you.

“You don’t want me to be as boring and ugly as ______, right? Look at her~ No jewelry or anything pretty at all!” She huffed, pulling her hands from his and crossing her arms over her chest.

Insulted, but not really bothered, you simply rolled your eyes. Akaashi, though, didn’t seem to notice the jab in your looks, his fingers delving into his open wallet before pulling out a mind boggling amount of money for her.

She happily plucked the money from his fingers, and as he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, she held up a finger to stop him. “Ah ah ah, no kisses. Not until I get my shiny stuff.” Then she was turning and prancing off in the direction of one of the most expensive stores in the city. Leaving you and Akaashi.

“Well, it’s really nice to see you, Keiji…. What’s been going on?” The idea of bringing up his girlfriends actions had you internally cringing. You didn’t want to talk about it. That was his life, his choice. And while you were pining for his attention…. You couldn’t force him to look your way in anything other than friendship.

His green eyes met yours, and your heart squeezed in your chest. He looked so tired. So exhausted. Had he been sleeping well lately? “Work. Honestly,” He smiled halfheartedly, “This is the first time I’ve been in public that wasn’t work.” His hum trailed off into silence. His eyes seemed to drop at bit, and you had to hold back the impulse to stroke his cheek…. That wasn’t something for you to do.

He’d been working nonstop. You knew. Pearls? On his salary? He must have been saving up for weeks. He probably even went into his savings account to pull for it… and you KNEW he hated dipping into that account! “How many hours this time?”

Akaashi checked his wrist watch, “Technically, this is only my lunch hour I’m using… I still have to go back into the office.” He must have seen your disapproving expression, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked in the direction of where his girlfriend had gone, “I’ll be fine. Work isn’t horrible..”

“You look like you haven’t slept in days, Keiji….”

“I’m fine, ______.” Was his curt response, wounding your already aching heart. You didn’t say anything more, allowing him to make his own decisions and run his own life the way he thought was best….

Yet you regretted not saying anything that day.

Because it only got worse.

He’d stopped texting you, stopped talking to you - and when you reached out to him… he only left you on ‘read’. Was he ignoring you? Was she poisoning him to leave you alone? Or was he genuinely upset with what you’d said that day?

But you were right, and you wouldn’t let his reaction to you make you question yourself. He was harming himself because she liked nice, material things… She liked expensive things, and he liked her - so he was going to bend over backwards to get her the nice expensive toys she wanted in that present moment. By any means necessary, you knew, because he was a loyal young man. He was a dedicated young man, who would stop at nothing for the ones he loved.

Did that mean he loved her more than he….. no, he never loved you. You were just a friend. You were sure Bokuto was a higher tier in affection receiving than you were. Because you were his girlfriends’ ‘competition’. If she didn’t like you… Then Akaashi had no choice but to agree with her.

Anger coursed through your veins as you shot up from your couch, feeling sick to your stomach at the idea of Akaashi not caring about you because he didn’t have the courage to think for himself. He was his own man. If he wanted to be friends with you, he damn would be! This silent treatment on the phone was absolutely ridiculous and you wanted some answers!

So why wait for them?

You banged on his front door, listening for any movement beyond. Another couple of bangs, and still no response. Was he home? His car was in the driveway… The lights inside the house were on… He had to be home. He was ignoring you or maybe he just… wasn’t paying attention.

The spare key. You remembered where it was. Under the doormat, you remembered telling him it wasn’t a good place to hide a key to his valuables…. Before he really had any valuables, that is. Akaashi had never been one for material things… Not until she came into his life and drained his wallet. She liked nice things…. He bought himself nice, useless things to make her happy… He bought her…. Probably thousands of dollars worth of material things.

The lights were on. Everywhere. You frowned as you slowly entered his home, closing and locking the door before turning off the lights nearest you. It was 3 in the afternoon, there was no point to having all these lights on when the windows were open.

“Keiji? You here?” You called out, a bit of a tremble in your voice - his empty house was creepy… No soothing presence of the man you loved to calm your nerves. “Keiji?” You tried again, slowly opening the door to his study.

Akaashi glanced over at you briefly before turning back to his laptop. He was working. On a weekend. Headphones in, you wondered if he was listening to a mundane lecture his boss had forced onto him or if it was his favorite music. He waved you off, his natural reaction to wanting to be left alone, but you only came closer. “________, I’m working. Please leave.”

But you didn’t. You scoped his office.

It was a wreck. A mess. A flimsy blanket and pillow on his office couch, books and papers littered all over the floor. Did he ever leave this room? Maybe for the bathroom since you didn’t see any unsavory yellow liquid filled bottles…. yet. The only site of food or drink being contained, poorly, in the trash bin. A whole pile of energy drinks beside it.

“What… the fuck, Keiji…” You had had it. You reached towards him and pulled the earbuds from him, making him lean back in shock when the lecture faded away from his hearing. “Keiji…. Are you serious? Look at this….” You waved towards the entirety of his study, “This has got to stop! You’re running yourself into an early grave!”

Akaashi shrugged easily, “I haven’t been home enough to tidy up. I have to make sure my next paycheck is big enough so-“

“No, no you don’t, Keiji. You have to take care of yourself. You have to drop her and focus on yourself!” An empty bag from one of the expensive stores caught your eye, you grabbed it and started picking up what you thought was trash, tossing it into the bag, “What the fuck is going on, Keiji.. It’s like you’re someone else entirely and I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried talking to you but you only shut me out, and honestly it’s getting harder and harder for me to try to help you because I know it will only end it failure and hurt my heart even more than it already is-“

“She dumped me, _______.”

You froze.

Dumped him? His shoulders sagged, and his hand tiredly closed the laptop in front of him before leaning back in his desk chair, his hands coming to rub at his face roughly. “She left me… And I need to get this money so I can get her something nice.. So she comes back to me…”

“Why?” You didn’t mean for your voice to hold the poison it did. But why would he want her back? She was only a greedy gold digger…. And yet…. He wanted that? He wanted that poison in his life?

Akasshi lowered his hands, giving you a surprised look, “…. Because I loved her?”

It was a lost cause. He was. Your heart ached as you dropped the bag, not finding the point in cleaning up if it would only revert once you’d left. “Why?” You asked again, this time balling your fists by your sides, “Don’t you see what she’s doing? She just wants money. She just wants you to spend all your money on her so she can look good. That’s all it is. She doesn’t care, Keiji… She doesn’t give a damn! You spent all that money on her, you missed holidays, you missed my birthday, you missed your own birthday for fucks sake…. And what? She left you anyway? Don’t you see?”

When had you started crying?

You roughly wiped away your tears, “She’s not going to change, Keiji… And you’re a goddamn idiot if you think she is.” You sniffled, “No one who really loves someone does that. They don’t make you bend over backwards just to hang out with them, they don’t love you depending on the dollar amount of a gift, or make you lose yourself to make them happy!” Akaashi was taken aback when your eyes met his. He’d never seen you so distraught before - never seen that expression of pure torture in your eyes, “I love you, Keiji… and I would NEVER make you change yourself for me. I would never ask you to spend your very last dime on something stupid like earrings or a diamond necklace….”

He was at a loss for words. “I….I know that, ______…..” His voice was calm and collected, but the hesitance at the beginning of his response told you he felt out of place. He never would have expected you to confess.

“Then why…” You started only to stop…. Seeing there was no point in letting him see you fall apart… “You know what….. Forget it…” You sniffled, rubbing at your cheeks to clear the tears before making your way to the study door.

“N-No, wait!” His hand grabbed your opposite wrist as you went to open the door. “Please…. Don’t leave.” Your hand rested on the door as he held you in place, “You’re right, _____. You’re right. I’m a complete fool… For not listening to you, for ignoring you… You’re right… and I’m so sorry… Please….” His voice cracked, and you prayed this wasn’t a trick…. “Please stay.”

Oikawa Tooru:

“I think I’m going to stop doing anything with Volleyball…”

That took you off guard, and you lowered your coaching clipboard. He was the coach at his former highschool… and he wanted to stop? Everything? You huffed with a smirk, “Yeah sure, when pigs fly, Tooru.” But when he didn’t laugh, you glanced up at him once more, “Why would you want to do that?”

Oikawa shrugged, “Ah… Because I’m not any good at it. Busted knee, it’s not like I’m going anywhere grand or amazing with this kind of career.” So nonchalantly was he digging into himself, you ached at how harsh his words were. “So might as well give it up before it wastes anymore of my life, right?”

“I think….” You started, “If you enjoy what you do… why give it up?”

That seemed to confuse him for a couple days. He’d come into the gym, teach the players a new tactic then spend the rest of the session in his office, making it seem like he had paperwork to do but really… he’d just sit there and stare off into space.

Had what you said really been that insane?

Apparently to his girlfriend, it really was. Soon enough you heard the office door slamming closed and the sound of clicking heels as she stomped to where you stood on the side of the court - watching the students playing easily with each other. She grabbed your shoulder and whirled you around to face her.

You nearly reactively punched her for putting her hands on you. But you restrained yourself in time for her to stare huffily at you, “Did you tell Tooru it was fine for him to keep this job?”

“First…” You calmly responded, setting down the clipboard in your hands before staring at her fiercely, “Don’t ever fucking touch me again.” She didn’t seem to flinch, her jaw only clenching in clear annoyance with your calm demeanor. “Secondly, Tooru is a grown man. He can make his own decisions.. I just simply said-“

“OH! So it WAS you! You bitch! He needs to leave this dead end job and get something better! Something that actually suits his handicapped self! He’s broken, ______, let him fucking leave this hellhole and get some desk job or something.”

The expression you pulled wasn’t something you were used to. Disgust? Maybe mixed with humor? Or maybe it was disgust and insult? “Tooru is not broken. Not in the least. He’s fully functioning and much stronger than he was as a teenager… If he wants a break from work, he’s got plenty of time off saved up-“

She scoffed, “Clearly, you’re not understanding me.” Her eyes became hateful as she glared at you, “He quits.”

A snicker pulled from your mouth at her complete seriousness, and when her fury only seemed to increase, you shrugged easily, “I can’t take that from you, sorry. Tooru-“

“STOP calling him that! He’s MY boyfriend. You call him something formal or-“

“Like I was saying, Tooru,” You emphasized his name, “will have to come talk to me about it if he really wants to quit… I doubt he does, but my office is open for any appointment he wants to set.”

Then she stomped her foot like a toddler, “Don’t you realize he’s broken? He can’t do anything right! Always clumsy around the house, talking about volleyball as if he’s ever going to play again, honestly, what’s the point?”

You nodded as if you were actually listening, grabbing the clipboard now to show you were done with the conversation, “Just tell Tooru to come talk to me and we’ll get it figured out. Thanks. BOYS! Huddle up!” You yelled loudly, gaining the attention of the high schoolers.

Oikawa didn’t come talk to you about quitting that day. Or even that week. But she sure was in your office more often, complaining about how you were tricking Oikawa or manipulating him into staying. She was easy to handle, though… Kind of fun with a side of dead brain cells after each conversation with her… But it’s not something you could stop since she would come into the building with the request to talk to Oikawa.

It hurt you to see him having to deal with her everyday. It hurt you even more to know he was willingly staying in that kind of relationship instead of looking your way… But you saw him everyday, too, and you were able to talk to him as you would if he were yours….

Yet that ache in your heart remained. Because he wasn’t yours. And by the looks of that relationship, and her control over him, he never would be.

Then one day… out of the blue…. She dumped him.

He didn’t come to work for days. And you gave him time. You didn’t worry about his absence because you knew what it was to be heartbroken… You were just stronger for how you handled yours.

By the second week of his… unplanned leave, you’d decided that was enough. He needed to come back to work.

When he opened his front door, you were surprised to see he looked relatively normal. Clean, put together, rested… He looked great! “Breaks up, bub… Time to get back to school.”

Oikawa frowned but allowed you into his house, “_______, I just got dumped… have some sympathy…”

You scoffed with a smirk, “I did! For almost 2 weeks, Tooru… But you gotta get back to work sometime, so why not today? The kids are…… What’s that?” Your eyes were drawn to a bag of what looked like charred books and magazines. Burnt to a crisp and resting by the front door to be taken out with other trash. “Are those….” You could make out a few titles, space and aliens and planets and stars…. They were his nerd books, his favorite topic… Burnt and ruined. Ready to join the garbage… “Are those your…. Your alien books?”

He didn’t meet your eyes when you looked at him in shock, simply shrugging before making his way further into his home, wanting to be away from the memory of yesterday. The memory of burning his books and interests down. “Ah, what’s the point, ______~? I’m nearly 30 years old! Space is for kids who have a chance to get there.” He shrugged easily, as if 30 years of obsessing over the unknown was nothing to him.

“Your whole life…. Tooru….” You were speechless, how did someone handle these cases?

“She said I’d never make it to space, so why bother? And honestly, she was right… So I figured… why keep the clutter? Maybe she’d enjoy the cleaner house when I win her back.”

“Win her back…..” You echoed, but it didn’t sound like your voice - honestly, you could barely hear your voice over the cracking of your heart.

Oikawa nodded with a smile, as if he’d done something right! “Yeah! I even got rid of my Volleyball magazines and some of my previous-“

You slapped him across the face, an impulse reaction, “What the hell is wrong with you?” Then you were grabbing his arms, his hand coming up to rub his cheek with a sour look on his face, “All your things? All your interests?”

He shrugged, “She didn’t think they had a point.”

Anger seized your body and you shook him in your hands as best you could… He just let you slightly wiggle his body, “What the hell is wrong with you?? Who cares what she thinks? If you liked them, why didn’t you keep them?”

A laugh…. One of his fake laughs escaped him as he pulled out of your hold, “You’re right, ____! I’m just an idiot, huh?” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Just a blind idiot who doesn’t know how to make anyone else around me happy… I couldn’t keep my girlfriend because she didn’t like my stuff.. and now I can’t keep my best friend because you didn’t like what I did with my girlfriend…” He put his hands on his hips and shook his head with a ‘hopeless’ smile on his face, “I just can’t win, huh?”

You wanted to hit him again. You wanted to shake the sense into him. You wanted to yell and tell him how wrong he was for thinking so lowly of himself and allowing the ideas of others unhappiness change who he was.

But you could only stand there in shock.

“I…. I loved your interests… Tooru… I loved hearing you talk about aliens… Or space in general… Hell, I didn’t understand half of what you were talking about, but I loved hearing you talk about it…. And Volleyball?” You let out a huff of disbelief, “I fucking TOOK the job as the team sponsor because you were the coach! You know I didn’t know a thing about Volleyball before you…. And you were nice enough, sweet enough, to take the time out of your busy day to talk to me about it and show me videos of you playing in the past…..” Your heart leapt into your throat, “And… And you’re telling me you… You just… got rid of everything?”

His eyebrows furrowed, his heart hammering in his chest. He was upset you hit him… but maybe you were right to. Maybe he was losing his mind…. He’d gotten rid of everything… for her… but you… You liked those things, so why had he gotten rid of everything because she hadn’t?

“I… I don’t know….”

Pity filled your heart. Pity for his confused head, his foggy thinking… she’d wrapped herself so much around him, constricted his air and reasoning so much that even after her releasing him… he was still affected by her poison. “Oh, Tooru….”

Tears filled his eyes, “I… I don’t know, _____! I don’t know why I did it! I don’t…. I didn’t….” He reached up and wiped the tears leaking down his cheeks, “I just.. She didn’t…” Realization of what he’d done was finally setting in and you could see he deeply regretted everything he’d done. “Oh my god…” He slowly lowered himself to sit on his couch, slouching forward as he covered his face with his hands, feeling shame wrapping around his body…

You joined him on the couch, not giving him a chance to argue before you were wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close to you, “It’s not your fault….” You whispered quietly, but he only shook in your hold. He’d gotten rid of his most prized possessions… Without even pausing to think if it was a bad idea…. “She hurt you, Tooru… She dug herself into your life and uprooted everything….” He closed his eyes tightly, wishing what he’d done was just a bad dream… that he’d never met her… that’d he’d just gathered the courage to be with you from the beginning! “And when you’re better…. Feeling better or thinking better…. We’ll go get cooler stuff…. Cooler Alien things and space stuff….”

Oikawa felt guilt and shame pinching his heart. Here you were…. Supportive and sweet… offering to help him when he was the most idiotic of people to fall for someone so evil… and yet… He hadn’t seen that before. He’d chosen to be blind to it. Because his ex had chased him… And he liked being chased - but you… You waited. Patiently, you waited for him to come to his senses.

You just wished you’d been more proactive in voicing your opinions of his ex. Maybe it would have saved his alien books and volleyball stuff. “Thank you… For slapping me…” That took you offguard, too, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of deja vu at his ability to keep you on your toes… But you could only laugh in surprise. “Seriously… If you hadn’t slapped me..” He trailed off, knowing he’d been under his ex’s spell before you’d hit him…

Humming with a small smile, you squeezed him in your hug, “Thank me by talking to me about space and volleyball.. Or anything else you like…” He blushed deeply… You could feel the warmth and wondered what he was thinking about, “So what do you li-“

Haha…. Yall know me…. If I don’t have an idea, I just make one up as I go ;D lol I’m so glad you guys like this little 3 parter! I honestly didn’t think it’d be this big of a hit!!! Thanks for the request! - Admin Satori <3

Part 1 here     Part 2 here

Kuroo Tetsurou:

Souma (Real/Genuine) - Son (6)
“So… are you guys dating?”

Startled at the question, you turned to your co-worker with wide eyes, “U-uh w-what?” Not that they didn’t know what was going on; They’d been your first friend when you’d started working at the school! “I-i… uh….” You felt confusion color your expression in a warm heat, “Who?”

But they simply rolled their eyes with a smile, “The alley cat.” A raised eyebrow, and yet you still looked confused, “The smart kids dad.”

Your mouth opened into a small ‘o’ as you realized who they were referring to. “O-oh…. Uh… Kuroo-san…” He’d told you to call him by his first name a while ago…. But you’d simply save that for when he was around - there was no need for you to embarrass yourself further. “Of-of course not.” You laughed nervously, “Uhm… We’re just friends.”

They smiled knowingly, “Uh-huh… Friends who go over to each others homes for dinner pretty much every night…. That’s what friends do, right?” They raised their eyebrows in question, a teasing lilt to their voice.

“He’s a great cook…” You muttered guiltily. It wasn’t a lie. Every night you’d go over for dinner, after being invited the previous evening, and he’d make these… amazing dishes. Complex in flavor being both spicy and sweet or salty and smooth….

At this point, you were excited to see what he’d make for dinner each night - or what conversation Souma would spark up about his excelled class regime or what new chemical Kuroo was testing out in his labs….

Sato, your co-worker, simply hummed in thought, “You should pay him back, you know… It’s kind of mean for a girlfriend to not reciprocate that kind of affection~.”

“We aren’t dating!” You huffed out, feeling your cheeks heat even more at the mere thought. Of course, you wanted to be dating him. He’s cute. He’s funny. He’s got a good heart…. His son’s adorable…. But be it forbidden that you ever admit to having a crush on your former students father….

But the thought of dating Kuroo didn’t leave you. The rest of the day you were plagued with the fantasies of his holding you close, his lips against yours or pressing against your neck or forehead…. His hands gripping your hips or thighs…. His calling your name-“ _________-sensei!”

Flushed with shame and embarrassment, you responded to your student requesting your attention.

——

“So when are you gonna ask _______-sensei to live with us?”

Kuroo nearly choked on his sip of water, rushing to put the cup down before he was looking at his son with wide eyes, “W-what the-“ He stopped himself from continuing that question, trying his hardest to never swear in front of his boy.

But Souma didn’t seem fazed by his father’s surprise. In fact, he looked expectant for an immediate answer.

Live with them? How in the hell did Souma get to that conclusion? All that was happening was you having dinner with them… every… night…. oh..

He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck a bit awkwardly, “Uh, buddy? I thought we talked about this? _______-sensei is just a friend of ours. Why would she be living with us?”

Souma pouted, “Well… Because they’re always here. Isn’t it mean to make someone travel distances they don’t need to travel?”

Distances… Meaning you going to work, going home to change, then coming all the way back out to their house for dinner before going all the way back to sleep for the next day to start…. It was a lot of back and forth, Kuroo knew… but an invitation wasn’t mandatory to accept. If you felt there was too much back and forth, or you felt uncomfortable with the amount of travel just for a free meal… you were more than welcome to reject the invitation.

It’d break his heart, but it was your choice to make.

Going a single day without seeing you would definitely be something he’d have to get used to if you decided to stop. It’d been about 3 months since you’d first come by for dinner. Every evening after that there you were eating dinner with him and his son… Acting as if you were part of the family already, something he found himself longing for.

Maybe it was because Souma really liked you…..

No. Kuroo wasn’t going to lie to himself. Souma liking you was just a plus, honestly… A priority, but a plus nonetheless……

He liked you. Really really liked you. The thought of you not coming around to eat dinner or visit for a single day made Kuroo’s heart ache.

Why? Was he alone in this feeling? Were you really just coming by to hang out with his son and get some free food? Was he just wasting his time preparing these extravagant meals that he’d had only a few minutes to read up on before making?

“Daddy!” Kuroo met his son’s disgruntled expression almost immediately, “Don’t ignore me.” He muttered, and Kuroo couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“I would NEVER.” A swear on his life. He grabbed his son in his arms, lifting him high above the ground and resting him on his shoulder, “Ahhhh, duck!” Souma immediately ducked as they entered the kitchen, just nearly missing hitting his head on the doorway - something Kuroo wouldn’t have let actually happen, but the playfully irritated look on his son’s face was worth it.

——

Tonight felt… different. You weren’t sure why, but it did. The air was charged excitedly, as if it were waiting for something to happen - to you or to someone else, that you couldn’t feel. But it lay in wait the entire rest of your day into your evening.

Nothing to wear! Nothing you wanted to wear anyway! Why was it so hard? Why were you putting in so much effort tonight? Why tonight specifically? Before, you’d simply wear a nice t-shirt and some jeans or pants… Your ‘off-duty’ teacher clothes!

But now? Why did you feel the need to pull down your favorite casual dress? Why did it feel right to slip it over your shoulders? Why was the struggle to zip up the back so satisfying to you??

Cute… You wanted to look cute. You wanted Kuroo to think you were cute…. Maybe it’d spark something… Maybe it’d start something… Probably not, but you wanted that possibility to be open to him.

And now there you stood, in front of his door, hands clasped in front of you nervously after ringing his doorbell. Sweaty palms? Not even! Try shaking hands. Cold feet. You were pretty sure your fingers were so cold they’d lost all feeling.

“Sensei!” Souma cheered happily as he opened the door, “I missed you all day today!” His words shot straight to your heart, and you smiled widely as you kneeled down and took him into your arms in a tight hug. “I have so much to tell you about school today! So much happened! And then daddy made this cool thing at work and it-“

“Oi! That’s my story, kid!” Kuroo poked his head around the front door, quickly looking away with a slight blush at the sight of you holding his son so close. Cute. “Dinner’s almost done!” As quickly as he’d come, he was back in the kitchen, hiding his embarrassing thoughts in the deep recesses of his brain while he struggled to focus on the meal he was making.

You smiled shyly, but quickly pushed away your thoughts of him as Souma continued to chatter in front of you, his hand taking yours and leading you inside the house.

Still a mess. You wondered if Kuroo ever actually cleaned or if he kind of just tossed things around until a path was made amongst the chaos. As embarrassed as he was about the mess every time you came over, he didn’t really seem to make an effort to clean it up after you’d made sure he knew it didn’t bother you.

It didn’t. Honest and true. Your apartment was a mess, less so than their house but a mess all the same.

——

Dinner came and went. Filled with shy sideways glances between you and Kuroo. You’d catch him staring as you talked to Souma… Or he’d catch you staring while he playfully bickered back and forth with his son. You’d never blushed for so long before, it was like every time he even spared you a single flicker of his golden eyes you felt like someone was holding a flame inches from your face. So warm. His gaze was so intense even when it was just the shadow of what he could actually stare at you with.

Oh, you wished he’d actually stare at you. Stare at you and not look away when you swallowed your nerves and met his gaze.

Maybe you were thinking too forward. He was a single dad of a young boy… No mother or father in sight… You didn’t know what had happened with them, but they’d left their child and Kuroo behind in their path…. Kuroo was a busy man, making sure they had enough money for their house and bills and Souma’s schooling and supplies….

Maybe you had to step up for him?

You’d helped with the dishes and cleaning up after dinner. Standing beside Kuroo at the sink with Souma on the other side of you. Kuroo would wash, you’d rinse, and Souma would dry and put them away.

Kuroo was so close to you. Closer than you’d ever had him before… Inches. You could feel his body heat on your left side, see every flex of his arms as he cleaned his plates and cooking utensils. What did it feel like to have his hands on you? Holding you close? Stroking through your hair or caressing your face? Did he have soft hands? You wondered how big his hand was compared to yours, his longer fingers could most definitely bend over your shorter ones.

This was getting out of control. You barely knew him-

No. You’d known him for a couple of months. You’d learned a lot about him. Not anything about Souma’s mother… but enough to know something had happened to them that had been an accident…. You weren’t close enough to learn that backstory yet, so what made you think you were close enough for him to be romantically interested in you?

Doubt surged in your chest. Maybe it was right. Maybe you were seeing what you wanted to see. Maybe he was just being nice because his son really liked having you around?

Uncomfortable. You felt like your cute casual dress was 30 pounds heavier on your shoulders and hips… Had you been fooling yourself this whole time?

Souma had walked with you to the door, “And tomorrow, daddy said we’re gonna make mochi! Sensei, I’m so excited! It’s gonna be cold in the house though… so I think you should bring a jacket… Just in case! Frost bite is scary!”

You smiled down at him, kneeling in front of him before you stepped out of the house, “I’m sure it’s going to be so much fun, Souma… We gotta make sure you don’t get sick though, okay? You’ve missed a lot of school this semester.”

He looked down with pink cheeks and tinted ears, surprised you’d heard about his absences, “Ah… you.. you heard about that…” He gave you a sheepish smile as he looked from under his lashes at you, “I was sick…”

But you only laughed softly and ‘booped’ his nose, “From all this ice cream your dad keeps feeding you!”

“Eh?” Kuroo rounded the corner, “I don’t force feed it to him or anything, if he doesn’t want it he doesn’t have to eat it!”

More laughter as you stood from your kneeling, not seeing Souma make his sneaky escape… leaving you and Kuroo just inside the house, “Expecting a child to not eat ice cream as an option isn’t very sound logic, Tetsurou.” His name slipped passed your lips so effortlessly, but still your stomach clenched in anticipation. Each time you’d said his name that night, you’d felt like your insides were fluttering excitedly… God you had it bad.

He scratched the back of his head with a dorky smile, the result of you calling him by his name yet again, “And I don’t think they’d put an illogical man in a chemist lab so… checkmate.” He stuck his tongue out at you.

You smiled softly, letting out an amused hum, “Well, you’ve got me there.” You pretended to wave a white flag of surrender, “Out brained once again.”

The mood settled as the two of you stood there. It would have been awkward… if it weren’t for that charged feeling you’d felt earlier in the day. It was comfortable for the most part… and for the other part it was anxiety inducing. What was going to happen? There were so many options presented before you for you to take - as the one taking action or even the one reacting to one….

But just before you were about to make your move - he spoke.

“I really appreciate you doing this, _________.” Your name rolled off his tongue so easily, it shot you straight in the heart… though this shot felt warm and had your heart racing excitedly. “I know it’s not easy, going back and forth all the time… but it really makes Souma happy to see you every day and be able to talk to you for hours on end.”

Deflated. Oh… This was about Souma. You should have known.

You didn’t let it faze you, though. You smiled warmly up at him, though you knew it didn’t reach your eyes, “Of course. He’s a very bright boy… He’s going to do amazing things when he’s older… I’m just lucky enough to have been an influencer in getting him closer to those dreams of his.” You owed Souma so much more than just those dreams… for meeting his father? You owed that child the entirety of existence.

But Kuroo wasn’t finished just yet. He stepped forward, now only a couple feet in front of you… You didn’t feel intimidated in the least. Your heart only kicking up speed in your chest as you tilted your head a bit better to be able to meet his golden eyes. He stared down at you intensely. No longer was he the awkward blushing dork you’d seen a few minutes ago. He’d been switched out with who he’d been before he’d become a father.

This was Kuroo.

He smiled down at you, and it wasn’t one you recognized.. This was mischievous… This smile had a secret behind it… and you wanted to find out what it was. “More than that though…. I’m happy when you’re around…” Forward. It felt like the air was knocked straight from your lungs at his confident confession. “I’d really like to have you around more often, if that’s okay with you…”

Heart hammering, you nodded slowly, “I… I’m more than okay with that…”

A quiet hum from him had the air between you two vibrating as he leaned down, “Are you okay with this?” His head tilted before his lips were just a hairs length from yours, his eyes hooded as he took in your reaction, committing your wide surprised eyes to memory. You wanted more, you wanted to be closer to him… You wanted to touch.

So you did. While he was busy giving you a ghost of a kiss, you’d rested your hands on his chest, fingers wrapping in his shirt to keep him close. He felt so warm under his shirt, you wanted to feel more, to hold him closer… Why were you longing for him so much? It was just a crush, right? …. Right?

“Daddy! Don’t forget to read me a bedtime story! It’s almost bedtime!”

Kuroo inhaled sharply as he stood up straight, away from your waiting lips. And while it was a disappointment of a buildup… you couldn’t ever be mad at little Souma… Kuroo looked over his shoulder at his son, who had simply popped his head around the corner. You much rather would have been kissing this man before you, but in this circumstance, you simply rested your forehead against his chest with giggles barely contained.

“Yeah, kiddo, I’ll be in there soon. Gimme a few minutes.” But the intense Kuroo was gone for now… Back into ‘dad’ mode, he guessed. His hands rested on your waist a bit awkwardly at first before he felt your giggles shaking your body. “Oh? What’s so funny?” He tilted his head a bit to be able to see the side of your face as you leaned your forehead against his chest still.

You pulled away with a wide smile, staring up at him with bright eyes, “I’m just…. relieved…” and you were. This whole time you’d been going back and forth with yourself on whether or not you were fooling yourself into thinking he was interested in you… and now? After that? You knew he was. And the feeling of being wanted by someone as amazing as him was… it made you giddy!

“Oh yeah?” He smirked down at you, leaning down once more as if he were going to kiss you this time, but he stopped short, “Well… Enjoy it while it lasts… Because our first kiss isn’t going to be mediocre….”

Then he pressed his lips to your forehead… which, honestly, was a pretty good second.

He walked you to your car, held and closed your door for you before leaning against the car door, “So… This Friday? You have any plans?”

If you did, you’d drop them all immediately for him. But you knew you didn’t have anything planned. Teacher life was kind of boring after the 12th drawing you had to ‘grade’… Thankfully, you, too, had a deadline for when your stuff had to be submitted. “Why?”

Kuroo smirked as he leaned against your car window, “I’d like to take you on a date…”

An Anon Request that was “/mysteriously/” deleted 

Pffffft alright alright calm down - honestly, I only had Tendou having a single daughter for the longest time, but then decided just today that I wanted him to have a son, too… Ya know… so he can be haunted by his own childhood while looking at his offspring? Ah… fun :) Thanks for the request - Admin Satori <3

Tendou Satori:

Akito (Bright Person; Like Autumn Season) - Son (8 years old)

Mirai (The Future) - Daughter (4 months old)

So many people. So much talking. So much staring, he was sure. What did they think? He was a freak, right? That’s probably what they thought. He hadn’t changed much since high school, maybe a hair cut here and there and a few piercings when he revolted against himself… But he’d gotten over that relatively quickly… maybe… Probably not, he did have plans for another ear piercing at the very least…

Did they see the shining on his ears? The one in his eyebrow? The holes in his nose and lip? God, what did they think of him? That he was probably some delinquent who wandered in. They’d probably be calling for the cops or security to get him out of there soon enough. Oh god - then what? What would they do? What would they sa-

“Look, baby girl, look at daddy.” Tendou’s attention was immediately brought away from the surrounding crowd of parents and teachers to where you sat beside him on the bleachers, your hand holding his softly. Mirai, his daughter, looked up from your neck, where she’d been about to put your necklace into her mouth, and smiled toothlessly up at her father.

You’d felt him freeze, you’d noticed his zoned out expression. He was panicking and overthinking, and here you were… you and your daughter… to bring him back to earth and tether him still. You didn’t blame him. The two of you looked a little out of place in such a crowd of pristine parents.

Pristine since you and your husband had somehow made it possible to get your son, Akito, into a private school. He got in easily with his academics and all, and while the payment plan had been horrible in the beginning months… This was the best plan for his intelligence to flourish. This was also the first time the two of you had attended an event at his school - his very first volleyball game!

Mirai reached out to her father, and giggled happily when he leaned his face down so she was cupping his cheeks, “Hey there, little fry, don’t eat mommy’s necklace.. Daddy got that for her forever ago… If anything, I get dibs.” Mirai only giggled more at his talking, the movement of his mouth making her hands press further into his cheeks, feeling the row of his teeth from the outside.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, “You’d eat my necklace?”

He shrugged with a smile, “I did buy it…” Then he thought better of something and turned his head so he could press a kiss to your lips, only pulling a fraction of an inch away before you could recover from the surprise. He smirked, “Unless you want me to eat something else?”

But you didn’t fall for his clumsy flirting, and instead you leaned closer and ghosted your lips over his, “You forgot to eat before we left the house, didn’t you?” You pulled away enough to see his sheepish expression, shaking your head with a tsk coming from your lips. “I think they have-“

“A concession stand, yeah… Come with me?”

He didn’t want to go alone. Not with this many people around him.

Too many. Too many eyes staring.

His anxiety was creeping up his back, and while he wanted so badly to tune it out like he would in high school and college… he’d met you… and you’d helped him lower all his walls… The birth of your son had him even softer than before…. The birth of your daughter had him walking around as a sentient puddle at this point.

You wanted to. You wanted to go with him and protect him against whatever would absolutely not happen… but you couldn’t. “Satori, I gotta hold our seats…” You gave him an apologetic pout before leaning down and kissing the top of Mirai’s head, hiding your smile in her vibrant red locks, “Get me some chips or something, yeah?”

Tendou pouted, slouching forward in his seat comically and making Mirai giggle at her father’s silly actions, which only brought his attention to his daughter, “Mommy’s so mean to me, Little Fry Mirai!” His baby girl was too young to understand anything going on, so it wasn’t a surprise when he only got a playful raspberry in response. He gave one back at his sassy girl and you whined about being spit on from two different directions. “Fine, fine fine…. But you owe me!” He stood, tall as ever, and pointed at you with a mischievous smile, “Another baby.”

A violent blush overtook your whole body, and you smacked his pointing finger out of your face, “Satori!” He sent you a wink, even going so far as blowing you a ‘seductive’ kiss, before he was making his way down the bleachers to where he’d seen the concession stand before. “Your daddy is…..” You looked down at Mirai, who’d found interest in your necklace once more, “…. The love of my life…” You sighed with a bright smile, your hand brushing back her bright hair and feeling your heart swell when her red eyes met yours; Your husband could only produce identical copies of his own genes apparently.

He was a wonderful father, though.

Of course, he’d had such a low self esteem when the two of you met that even the thought of having a child with someone would send him into a self-depreciating spiral into darkness… but you’d shown him hope. You’d walked into his life, won his heart with memes and inside jokes and not being a complete dick about his appearance…. You loved him. The moment you’d met him, you’d known he was your forever… And while he hadn’t been so convinced and had been initially adverse to letting you close…. He grew attached to your persistence and determination…

And he fell hard.

It wasn’t surprising when you became pregnant after a couple months of dating him… Honestly, you were kind of surprised since you couldn’t remember not using protection… but hey, you took things as they came at you - you flowed without a fuss and handled situations as they were presented… And yes, you’d been worried that Tendou wouldn’t want to have a family so soon or even want you to be part of it or wouldn’t participate in being a father at all…

But he’d stepped up. Scared and worried and riddled with anxiety and voices saying he couldn’t ever measure up…. He stepped up and was there for you. The horrible morning sickness. The weird cravings. The first sonogram. He’d been the first person, including yourself, who’d felt your son kick from the outside.

Words couldn’t describe the way his face lit up from that feeling.

You’d like to think that was the moment he’d started being okay with being a dad so young.

Tendou wiped his hands on the edge of his shirt as he approached the little table, asking for their makeshift meal and a bag of chips for you… They were staring. Hardcore staring. He could feel the heat of embarrassment rising up his neck. Why was it so hard to ignore the staring? Couldn’t they just look away? He was just getting food like everyone else…

“Freaky weirdo~!”

Tendou flinched… only to immediately realize no one had said that to him…

Someone had said it… just not to him. He took his items and looked around the immediate area.

Nothing. Just staring people.

“What’s wrong with you? You’re different from us! Weird! Creepy!”

Around the corner maybe? Tendou forced himself not to focus on the people around him staring. He couldn’t focus on them right now. Not when he was hearing more or less the same insults he’d received when he was a kid.

“Were you grown in a lab? You’re so ugly!”

“I bet your mom left because you’re so horribly weird looking!”

“Freak!”

“Loser!”

Every insult had an aching spreading throughout Tendou’s body, sprouting from his heart - he remembered. He remembered every moment he was bullied and pushed around… and from the sound of it, so would this kid if Tendou didn’t put a stop to the vicious cycle.

Rounding the corner, Tendou felt the blood drain from his face… Everything faded away.

Akito. His son. Shoulders curled inwards, arms brought up to his head to protect himself as the kids surrounding him punched just beside him against the lockers. The slam of the metal making his son jump with fear, his lips curling inward to hide his whimpers and cries. There were tears.

Tendou could see his tears ….

“Leave me alone!” Akito begged, but the kids didn’t listen. “Leave me alone!” He wanted to fight back. He wanted to prove to them he was stronger than them and he wasn’t a freak or a weirdo. Akito may look like his father, but he had your fighting spirit… or was at least developing it.

His footsteps alerted the bullies. Their heads turning to see just who had interrupted their fun. “Oh?” He hummed, though he wanted to yell, “And just what are you all doing?” Akito looked up at the sound of his fathers voice, relief relaxing his expression just the slightest.

“Oh!” He’d caught them off guard. They hadn’t known their victim had been loud enough to draw the attention of an adult. “Uh… Nothing! Just talking to our friend here!” They gave sickly smiles as they pulled Akito from the lockers and wrapped their arm around his shoulders, though it was hard since Akito had his father’s childhood height. If there was ever a image definition of ‘uncomfortable’ it would be his son’s expression in that moment.

Tendou knew better of course. He’d been there to see it from the relative beginning… and he’d lived through it when he was his son’s age. He knew what was going on. But…..

No. No buts, he decided. The buts of bullying ended today. It ended here and now.

He gathered his courage and stepped closer to the boys, his red eyes seeming to glow with his intense glare directed towards the young boys. “If you ever touch him again….” He couldn’t threaten children could he? What kind of…. They hurt his son. He could see the signs of a black eye forming on the inside of the cup of his son’s eye. “It’ll be the last thing you ever do.” Ominous enough to be taken many ways….

At least if the kids told on Tendou, he could play innocent in that it wasn’t a direct threat. Not really. But they, the bullies, would know it was something to be taken seriously.

Without warning, Tendou reached forward and grabbed his son by the arm - with a grip that told him to hurry and follow, but making sure not to squeeze too hard… in case his son was really hurting from what had happened.

Akito was quick to duck under the bully’s hold, sending a sheepish wave in their direction as he allowed his father to pull him back down the hall. He wouldn’t be playing in the game today. The coach had already benched him since there were far better players on the team…. Not that it mattered much to Akito…. He just liked playing whenever he could!

But the thought of going back to the bleachers… where you would be sitting… where he’d have to explain his forming bruises and why his dad looked on edge….

The young boy felt sick to his stomach, and pulled his dad’s quick pace to a stop…. Tendou didn’t have to look at his son’s expression to know what he was feeling. Both of them loved you very much, but Tendou knew from experience that the moment you found out someone was bullying your loved ones…. You wouldn’t tolerate a single second more of it.

Which would always place them in the spotlight of everyone’s stares while you put the bully in their place.

There were too many people around for Tendou to be comfortable with that now.

Especially with his son being in the crossfire as well? He shook his head to push out the thoughts before turning to face his boy, kneeling down on one knee to be on his level. “This is gonna feel weird, but…. It’ll help hide it for now…” Dad always came prepared. Tendou pulled out a small tube.

Concealer.

Ever since his first run in with bullies in middle school, Tendou always kept a bottle on him. To hide the results of those run ins. To disguise the bruises at least until he was safe and home. This wouldn’t be any different…. Only it was entirely different.

This was his son.

Guilt rose inside his heart at the sight of the forming bruises, his long fingers rubbing the cream softly over the signs of bullying. He’d failed. As a father. As a protector…. He couldn’t keep his son safe. “I’m sorry, Akito….” His heart broke in his chest when Akito’s red eyes met his own; so much trust and understanding… Tendou knew he didn’t deserve it.

Akito was a bit taken aback…. His dad rarely called him by his name. It was always pet names. Kid. Kiddo. Fry. Noodle. Fire-stack. Troll doll. It was how he showed his affection, and it helped Akito quickly come to terms with his appearance because these were the same nicknames Tendou had been given when he was growing up. Troll doll and kiddo were Akito’s favorites, honestly.

But no nickname? Something was wrong.

And, much like you would, he acted accordingly. Akito wrapped his arms around his father’s neck and held him as close as he could. “It’s okay, daddy… I’m okay.” And he was. Sure he’d been hit, and bullied, and teased… and sure that’d taken a few hits to his pride…. But he was proud of his dad, and he was happy with how he looked.

You and Tendou had succeeded in making him comfortable with who he was.

Tendou held his son close, hiding his face in his shoulder and closing his eyes tightly. His baby boy was so strong… So much stronger than Tendou had been at his age. “Your mom is gonna kill them…” He muttered, and the responding laugh of his boy had Tendou’s internal panic settling.

Everything would be okay….

Ugh real guys are such trash, love - I’m so sorry that happened and how horrible that guy was :( At least you didn’t get stuck with him!! I will make this as sweet/angsty/gentle and cute as I can!!! Thanks for requesting love! - Admin Satori <3

Iwaizumi Hajime:

The seconds ticked by. Tapping inside your head like a infinite metronome. You felt cold. So cold. Your fingers were frozen as they gripped the hem of your shorts. This could be the end of your life… The end of everything you knew… And it probably wasn’t as dramatic as you were thinking it was.. But it was. It was a big deal.

Were you pregnant?

Oh God… What if you were? You didn’t have a job. You were a college student! You have so many debts to handle, and a career ahead of you that a baby would only postpone further.. How would you ever take care of it?

A warm hand rested over your cold one. Warm fingers curling around the hem of your shorts to completely encase yours. You glanced up at the owner of the hand, seeing Iwaizumi standing beside you. Your boyfriend of only a year…. And the two of you were having a pregnancy scare?

He didn’t seem scared though… In fact, he had his usual stoic expression on his face… Did he even care? Did he want to have kids this early in life? He didn’t have a job either!

Would he be one of those people who wanted you to get rid of it? Either adoption or abortion? Did he not want this baby at all?…

No. You wouldn’t let that happen. If you were pregnant, you wanted to keep it… You may have only been dating Iwaizumi for a year… but you knew you loved him more than anything - a family with him would be a dream come true…

But this early?

How would you take care of it? Would he help? Or would he just run-

You jumped about a foot off the examination table as the door clicked open. Only your doctor, but the clipboard in his hands held the results for your life. Was this the end of freedom? Iwaizumi held your hand tighter, and you could practically feel the shake of nerves in his heart as the doctor went to speak.

“You’re not pregnant.” The air rushed out of you and Iwaizumi in a combined sigh of relief. The anxiety and panic in your stomach easily unraveling with this news. No baby. No panic. No possible mistake of life choices….. Career plans back in motion. Though, the darkness inside your head brought attention to Iwaizumi’s sigh….

Had he not wanted a baby with you?

The doctor continued with the results, explaining contraceptives that are more effective versus the bad practices that most college students, like yourself, tend to do instead. You weren’t listening … You knew how to avoid pregnancy… Literally the only reason this had happened was because Iwaizumi’s condom broke… That’s all.

Not because you hadn’t taken the pill. Not because he wanted to ‘try’ the ‘pull out method’. Not because you had wanted to get pregnant.

It had been an accident.

So why did his sigh of relief hurt your heart? Why did it plague your mind even as the doctor left the room? Why did you feel twenty times colder than before when he moved his hand to gather your things so the two of you could leave?

“_______?” Numb. You felt numb. But you looked up at him anyway as he stood beside you. Everything felt and looked muffled… As if you were stuck inside a jar full of cotton balls. Looking down, you could see your hands were balled in your lap. “_______, come on. Let’s go home.”

Home? His dorm or yours? You two didn’t even live together - your college didn’t have co-ed dorms, and the two of you didn’t have money for an apartment together.

Regardless, you nodded and slipped from the exam table… You didn’t even feel his hand take yours as you left the doctor office.

Weren’t you happy? You weren’t pregnant… You weren’t bringing in a child into the world when you weren’t ready. You were able to continue with your education without having to worry about an additional mouth to feed…

You were too wrapped in your own head when you got to his dorm. He held the door open for you, walked in with you - but when he turned to follow you into the living room… he saw you’d taken a turn and gone into his room and laid on his bed. Facefirst.

He knocked on the open door, leaning against the doorway as he watched your body slump into his unmade bed, “_______?”

A mumbled reply was all he got in response.

“What’s the matter? You were silent the whole way home… Didn’t even ask to get something to eat….” Which was definitely an odd thing - the two of you bonded over your love of food and eating… He could pack away three entire meals without gaining weight and you…. well, you couldn’t eat that much but you did love eating the worst of the junk food like he did…

It was silent. You didn’t respond and he didn’t push. But he did move closer. Into the room. The dip of the bed to the right of you told you he was at least leaning on the corner of the bed. You could feel his eyes on you, feel his hand hovering over your back. Were you upset with him? Not really… maybe a little… You didn’t know.

But your heart ached inside… And you couldn’t contain yourself.

“It was negative.”

Iwaizumi’s eyebrows furrowed, mustering the courage to rub your back soothingly with his right hand as he sat beside you. “Yeah? That’s a good thing…. “ He frowned, looking down at you with confusion, “Did you want to be pregnant?”

You pouted into the comforter, still face down on the bed, your legs dangling off the edge - if you didn’t move soon enough your knees would hurt when you stood back up. They weren’t supposed to relax in that position. “No….”

Even more confusion. “Then why are you upset about it?” You let out a long sigh, and he felt a flicker of frustration; You were acting like a little kid. “_________, at least look at me when we’re talking.”

A whine escaped you, but you turned to your right side, facing him now, your arms wrapped together under your head. You didn’t meet his eyes, instead finding something interesting about the pattern of the blanket.

“_______.”
He had patience. You had to at least give him credit for that. You loved him for it…

“You sighed…” You muttered quietly, still not meeting his gaze, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment at how… vague…. It sounded to you. But he was a smart guy… The shift in his weight on the bed clearly showed he knew what you were talking about.

Iwaizumi rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit uncomfortable being put in the spotlight. You’d heard him? Had he been that loud about his relief? “Well… Yeah? You did, too.”

Silence took up the space between you two once more. Uncomfortable, tense, heavy silence… You felt like it was pressing you down into the bed, like your heart was pressed directly into your sternum..

But he didn’t leave you for long.

“We’ve got our whole lives, _______… I just…” Iwaizumi cleared his throat, “It’d been an accident, right? I don’t want our first kid to ever be thought of as an accident-“

That snapped you out of it. ‘our’ first kid? As in… He had plans to have children with you? Children as in more than one?

You looked up from the blanket to see he was blushing deeply and now staring at the nearest wall. His lips had rolled into his mouth - an attempt to cut himself off sooner clearly failing to register to his mouth.

“You….”
His eyes were back on you instantly, seeing the hope in your eyes - seeing you slowly coming back into yourself. “Now, wait a second-“

“You want-“

“Let’s not get craz-“

“Hajime~!” You squeaked out with a wide smile breaking out across your face. You brought your balled hands to your mouth as you muffled your squeal, “You want to have babies with me~?” Giggles were intermittently pouring from you, and the effect they had on your boyfriend wasn’t subtle as his blush only seemed to deepen.

Before he could get a response in, you pushed up from your laying position and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down to lay next to you now. You scooted closer to him, feeling your body warm when his arms wrapped around you - they clasped together and rested on your hip as you pressed your chest against his side.

Still he didn’t look at you. But now you could see his blush reached the tip of his ears, across the bridge of his nose and even seemed to be traveling down his neck. Was he that embarrassed?

You smiled happily up at him, resting your chin on the edge of his shoulder, “How many?” Iwaizumi tossed his head back with a quiet groan, “Do you already have names picked out?” You couldn’t help but tease some more. The tension of the morning easily slipping away now that you knew he wanted you as his baby mama, at the very least. You knew Iwaizumi enough to know, without a shadow of a doubt, he’d marry you if he was already planning on having ‘non accidental’ kids with you.

“Can you go back to being quiet?” He asked, but the smile on his face only had your giddiness exceeding by ten times what it was before.

“Nope!” You popped the ‘p’, laughing when he only groaned once more.

The moment quietly passed, exactly what you’d defied, the mood between the two of you growing more serious as the weight of what he’d said finally settled in the pit of your stomach. You tilted your head and kissed his clothed shoulder, feeling … nervous….

Iwaizumi opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling of the bedroom, feeling your heart slow against him. He couldn’t believe he’d just told you his intentions…. well.. more like his plan… Marrying you was definitely something he was going to do as soon as the two of you graduated.

Lol if it’s the managers playing a game, I’m sure they’d all be in short shorts xD But thank you so very much for the love!!! I’m trying really hard to keep the content as fresh and new as I can but lord does it take me a bit to get my thoughts together these days lol Thanks for the request!!! Hugs and kissies xoxoxox - Admin Satori <3

Kuroo Tetsurou:

It was really nice of the team’s coach, and sponsor, to have an extra room for you to stay in. You and the other managers of their team, that is. Usually, in these situations, anyone not on the team would have to find their own hotels to stay in… And more than likely, the one the team stayed in was always booked! But this year, finally, they’d thought ahead and considerately had booked an extra room for the female managers to join in the activities.

They were your team, too, after all. It was only fair you be near them during their training camps.

You remembered your boyfriend, Kuroo, had been adamant about sneaking you into his room - even though he’d be sharing it with his best friend, Bokuto. He even went so far as to try to get you to start yoga so you were ‘flexible enough to fit in the suit case’. Honestly, you were sure he’d just been trying to get you flexible for… other activities.

“You doing okay? You’re all red.”

A squeak of surprise escaped you, and you slapped your hands to your cheeks to cover the blush that had formed. You’d gone too far down the rabbit hole of memories of the bedroom with your boyfriend…. And actually forgot where you were! Kaori smirked knowingly, “I-I’m fine!” You stammered out, quickly looking away when she only continued to smirk. “S-shut up and serve the damn ball!”

It’d been a boring night in. The boys, coaches and sponsors included, had went out to dinner to celebrate a good training session. Both Kuroo and Bokuto had invited you… but you’d decided it’d be frowned upon since the coach hadn’t invited you… so you’d stayed with the other female managers.

Which prompted a fun game between the 4 of you. So many managers for a single team, but it made sense when taking into account the different school schedules and whatnot. You could only work every other day for the team, while Kaori could only do weekends and extended trips, Kiyoko only worked weekdays, and Yukie could work every day…. But it took more than one manager to handle this… rambunctious team.

You and Kuroo were nearing your last semesters at Tokyo University! Almost done with your degree, and he with his! Everyday spent on the team now was humbling.. Because you knew the future contained bigger and better things for you and your love.

“Got it!” You called out, rushing forward and bumping the ball into the air, high enough for Kaori to tip it over the net. She landed with a happy cheer as the ball bounced just before Yukie could get to it. “Nice one!” You smiled widely, moving to get back into ‘position’ on your part of the halved court. The game continued, your side scoring, their side scoring… Neck and neck before a quick water break was called for.

Standing by the bench, you happily sipped from your bottle of water, listening to Kaori talk about how she’d have to slave away at homework when the four of you returned to the room. You were about to respond to her, offer to help her study if she needed it, when you felt a sharp pinch on the back of your thigh.

Reflexively, you went to kick at whoever had touched you so inappropriately! It couldn’t have been one of the girls, they’d never be so invasive, so it’d have to have been some kind of stranger who wandered into the gym!

Your foot got caught though, their hand holding it tight and forcing you to balance on your foot. You turned to curse at them, tell them to let you go, verbally defend yourself…. When you suddenly realized why Kaori hadn’t jumped to help.

“Oho~ So quick to fight…. Feisty.” His lazy smirk curled his lips, and had you letting out a heavy sigh of playful irritation, “I couldn’t help myself, ______, you just looked ripe for pinching…. A little goose didn’t hurt you, did it?” You knew he wasn’t really asking. He’d pinched you much harder in a different situation.

“I thought you were at dinner.” You tugged at your foot in his hand, but his grip held fast. You weren’t going anywhere any time soon. “Tetsu…” You warned, feeling your heart pick up the pace when his other hand rested on your calve, slowly moving upwards and stroking the smooth, freshly shaven, skin of your thigh. Goosebumps threatened to show themselves at his gentle touch.

“Ah, we left early. It was kinda boring.” Bokuto called from the bench behind you. He’d been talking to Kaori while you and Kuroo had your little showdown, “Daichi didn’t like that very much….”

Kuroo hummed in agreement, fingers pressing into the side of your thigh, a light grip. You tugged at your trapped foot once more, making his smirk twitch in amusement. “Ah well, I don’t think Daichi likes a lot of things…. Like when I take my timeouts to just come appreciate my girlfriend.” Your lips screwed to one side, struggling to hide your anticipatory smile at his words, his actions… He liked what he saw, and what he felt. “Ooooor when I leave from the room to sneak into-“

You kicked your leg roughly, stopping him from continuing since your foot landed square on his sternum and forced him to fall backwards. He stared up at you with surprised shock, he hadn’t thought he’d given you enough room to be able to kick him down. Your stern look had him laughing quietly, “Get rekt, Tetsurou.” Bokuto laughed, this time from across the gym - he hadn’t waited for Kuroo to finish what he’d been saying about Daichi, and instead had taken your place in the game with the managers.

“You’re impossible.” You muttered with a fond smile, offering your hand down for him to take, so you could help him up and dust him off. His hand found yours, long fingers wrapping around your hand in a tight, but gentle, grip. You went to help him to his feet only to find you were quickly being pulled down. You stumbled, “Tetsu!” He laughed as you landed on him on the ground, his arms wrapped around you tightly so you couldn’t escape as quickly as you wanted to. “The floor is so dirty, what the hell.” You whined loudly, like a child, moving so your hands were pressed against his chest so you could push off of him. But he held you tighter, your hands now trapped between yours and his chest.

Face to face now, you pursed your lips in playful irritation, “Come here often?” He smirked up at you, “You know, I’m actually staying in a hotel nearby… Nice place… Good mattress… Roomy showers…. Not to mention… Your shorts do feel a bit… short and tight.” His voice trailed off, and you let out a heavy sigh before resting your forehead on his chest with your eyes closed, knowing he wasn’t finished yet. “You and I could… Ya know….”

You lifted your head, raising an eyebrow at him, “Could eat in the lobby as a mismatched couple?”

Kuroo’s smirk broke into a joyful smile before he was tilting his head and pressing a kiss between your eyebrows, “You read my mind, kitten.”

Sawamura Daichi:

Why did you feel the prickle of nerves in your stomach? It’s not like you were doing anything wrong… You were playing a game of volleyball with your fellow managers! Nothing bad there!

Yet you felt… Cheeky as you jumped around, spiking the ball or tipping it over the edge. You couldn’t wipe the smirk from your face and had to continuously assure your fellow managers that you weren’t trying to bait them into a competitive game.

You were just feeling good today!

Or at least this evening.

You’d treated yourself to a good meal earlier, you’d taken your time in the shower, you’d relaxed for a good hour or two before deciding you wanted to be active! It was when you’d found only your… short shorts…. That you’d realized you hadn’t really packed anything to be active!

But what was the harm in wearing the short shorts? You leaned down, hands on your knees, crouching as you watched the three on the other side of the net tossing the ball between each other. They were planning something, and you were watching intently.

Being a senior in college, it gave you the ability to sense bs from the younger student. You were able to see what they were planning just by their sidelong glances. A long play? Or a tip over the net?

Then they were moving, quickly. And you had to jump backwards to try to keep up with them as the ball was tossed high, one of them jumping higher than they ever had and hitting the ball from its underside. Making it go flying across the court.

But you were feeling competitive! You were feeling like you were a hot shot in a real game, and you weren’t about to let this ball touch the ground!

You never made it to the ball in time. In fact, you’d been interrupted in your run to the ball. Strong arms had wrapped around your middle and held you back just as you were about to go sliding across the floor to save the ball. But instead, you were halted, and forced to watch as the ball bounced against the polished gym floor before it rolled to rest against the wall.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, _______.”

Deflated. That’s how you felt. Deflated and ashamed…. Only to quickly feel irritation in your chest blooming furiously as you pushed out of his arms, “What the hell, Daichi! I had that!” You wanted him to know just how excited you’d been, how in your own mood you’d been, and how rude he was to have robbed that moment from you. “I was gonna save the ball! What? Just because you aren’t playing, I can’t play either?”

His brown eyes hardened, warning you of being so rude to him. He’d saved you. Completely. “_______, there’s no need to be mean.” His voice was calm, and you felt irritated he’d pull on his ‘dad’ pants to talk to you. As if you were some tantrum throwing child. “You don’t have kneepads on.”

Well, duh.. You knew that. All the actual supplies were locked up because the coaches didn’t want anyone getting into them while they weren’t here. You didn’t have any kneepads or elbow pads, but then he only wore his kneepads for official matches! You couldn’t count how many times you’d had to play nurse for him because he’d be too in his own head to realize he wasn’t wearing kneepads.

This time he raised an eyebrow at your dumbfounded expression, he could read the ‘duh’ on your face and found it kind of…. funny. He chuckled, the initial insult he’d taken from your reflexed attack passing as he realized you’d quite literally followed in his steps.

“______…. Look down…” You rolled your eyes before looking down at your shoes. They looked scuffed, you’d have to buy new ones soon… “What don’t you see?”

“Look, Dai, I don’t have time for this. I was playing a game!” You huffed, clearly irritated with his parenting your every move. You were his girlfriend! Not his child!

Daichi smiled patiently, “No, no. Wait a second.” His arms tightened around your middle as you struggled to leave his hold. He’d feel horrible if you continued to think you were a pro and hurt yourself because he couldn’t get you to see exactly what was wrong with what you’d been about to do. “What happens when I slide without my kneepads? You get mad at me for doing that, right?”

You let out a loud sigh, “Yes, you get so in your head about what you need to do, you forget to take care of yourself first! What about it? Did you skin your knee again during practice today?” You rested your hands on his crossed forearms under your ribcage, figuring you’re going to be trapped in his arms for the long haul if he was just bringing up constant nurse memories.

He laughed. He laughed a short, bark of a laugh at your question, “Well yes, I forgot that today… But that’s not the point.” He quickly covered, clearing his throat to cover the clear embarrassment at his admittance. He’d tried to take care of his skinned knees on his own, but your nursing methods sure did feel better when you were the one helping him. “_______, are you wearing kneepads?”

“No? The supply closet is locked up! How in the hell would I have kneepads?”

“And what were you about to do?”

Another loud sigh, another rolling of your eyes, “Save the ball! Duh- Oh.. Wait…” The realization slapped you across the face.

He’d actually saved you.

You looked down at your legs once more to see, indeed, you weren’t wearing any kneepads. Not even one. Then you looked at the polished floor of the gym - the wooden tiles still presenting the danger of irritatingly rubbed skin…. You would have definitely been hurting afterwards if you’d been allowed to save the ball. It’d been too low for you to just bump it while standing… and you’d wanted to look cool… so you would have.. definitely…..

Covering your face in your hands, you let out a low whine of embarrassment, of shame. He’d saved you and you’d gotten mad. “Dai….”

Daichi lowered you easily, you were thinking sensibly again, but he didn’t say anything. Just letting you marinate in your shame for how you’d reacted to him.

“Dai…..” You tried again, your voice wobbling the longer you sat in your own guilt. Stomaching your nerves, you turned so you could face him…. But you didn’t lift your head to meet his gaze.

You wondered if he’d be mad? Or maybe he’d just leave you? What if he did? Your heart dropped to your stomach. No way… he wouldn’t leave you over something like this, would he? You’d never gotten angry with him before! Playful arguments here and there, sometimes he’d be irritated from the trials of the day and bring it home with him…. And you’d do the same some days… But arguing? Never! You’d never gotten angry with him…

The sound of rustling clothing brought you out of your downward spiral, and you looked at your very thoughtful boyfriend to see he was stepping out of his track pants. Thankfully, he was wearing his practice shorts underneath, but still… The front row view of his undressing had your cheeks flaring with embarrassment. “W-Wha-What are you doing? Stop!” You reached forward, trying to grab the hem of his pants to pull them back up for him but you were too late. He’d taken them off.

And now presented them to you.

“Wha….?”

“There’s a drawstring in the front, and on each ankle…” He showcased the drawstrings tucked in their little pockets, “If you tighten this around you, and make sure it fits,” He gave you a pointed stare, making you look away almost immediately, “Then you can get back in the game and save all the plays you can…”

You bit your bottom lip… Not feeling like you should take his offer.. You wanted to just spend the rest of your evening with him in the hotel, maybe go swimming in the hotel pool or go out on the town with him…. But he was still offering the pants to you.

“Thank you…” You mumbled, taking the pants from his hand and pulling them on. Doing as he’d said and tightening the drawstring around your waist, letting out a yelp of surprise when you felt his hands on your right leg - one cupping your calve while the other easily tightened the drawstring by your ankle.

“Also…” He looked up from where he crouched before you, both of his hands on the outside of your thighs now, just below where your shorts ended beyond his track pants now. His fingers curled around your thighs, gripping them lightly and making you shiver with your blush making another violent appearance on your face, “This way, I can keep all this beautiful skin of yours safe from anyone else’s eyes.” Daichi winked up at you, his lips curling into a playful smile.

Sugawara Koushi:

You hadn’t realized how kind of boring these training camps were… Obviously, they weren’t focused on the managers, of which you were, so they weren’t directed towards your likes. But your boyfriend, Suga, seemed to be having as much fun as he always did with his friends!

And you guessed that’s where you could be placated. If he was having fun and enjoying the company around him… then you could happily go on about your boring day…

Only now he wasn’t around, and you were bored. So very bored. The hotel was nice, the pool was cool…. But you felt like being active! You wanted to go out there and jump around!

That’s where the idea of a fun game of volleyball came from. Your boredom talking for you. And thankfully, the other managers were on the same level of antsy pants to join your offered game!

“Ohhh~ Where did you get those? They’re so cute!”

You looked down at your shorts, smiling proudly as you responded, “The shop by the university gym! It’s got so many colors and the material is super stretchy, too.” You demonstrated by pulling at the hem of the thigh, showing how it molded around your added fingers or stretched accordingly as you pulled it away from you.

That’s all that had been mentioned of your shorts, and yet you felt high and alert from the attention it’d gotten you! Confident! You felt confident in your movement and your body as you played volleyball with your friends!

In high school, you’d been on the volleyball team! That’s how you’d met Suga. The two teams, boys and girls, had met up for a practice match - co-ed - and you’d been graced with Suga as your teams setter since yours was out sick that day. First year you had been…. Floored by his appearance, and flustered by how sweet he was. You didn’t know if you’d fallen for him that day or the years following as the two of you grew closer as friends before eventually becoming an item.

From that first day, you’d always tried to practice with him and his team - to be closer to him more than anything.. but also because the boys team held so much more competitiveness with each other! Especially during your third year when the dynamic duo first years would pop off every moment they saw each other!

There was no competitiveness here, though, just a fun filled game of tossing the ball back and forth - whoever dropped it first owed the others a pork bun.. Nothing serious since the city you were all in for the summer camp had particularly inexpensive snacks! You were in the lead, though! But the girls didn’t want to have to keep track of how many they owed you, so instead they’d just give you the amount owed.

So many pork buns. Your stomach rumbled in anticipation!

The ball suddenly went flying over your head, “I’ll get it!” You called, trotting casually after the ball as it bounced by the gym entrance.

“__-_____?”

You suddenly stood straight from your bending position, the ball held tightly in your hands, feeling a gasp scraping against your throat at it’s sudden appearance. “K-Koushi?” You let out a heavy breath, resting a hand on your heart to show he’d startled you, “Don’t do that! My heart can’t take the surprises of an angel!”

Suga’s smile was soft, but there was a curiosity to his gaze. He stood on the gym steps, having heard the calling of voices from within and picking yours out from the crowd. His hand on the rail, one foot on the step in front of him, you’d surprised him as much as he’d surprised you. “An angel, huh?” He chuckled quietly, “Practice match?” He asked, glancing behind you to see the girls hadn’t actually waited for you upon seeing Suga taking up your attention.

Raising the ball in your hand, you smiled, “Yup. Got bored in the hotel… “ You smiled sheepishly, not wanting him to think you regretted coming on this training trip with him. It had been optional… But you’d taken it thinking you’d have more time with your boyfriend in a paid for room… when really, you only saw him during practice. “How was dinner?” You asked, not wanting an award lull to take its place between you two.

Another smile, though this one held a bit of secret to it, “Got bored.” He copied your response, and you let out a huff of a laugh, fingers delving into the grooves of the ball - why did it feel like you were nervous around him? Were you still feeling the same schoolgirl crush flutters around the young man you’d been dating for 2 years now?

Didn’t that mean the love was still strong between you? And he seemed to be enjoying your little chat… Was he feeling the same fluttering?

You glanced behind you, seeing the girls had continued playing, having found another ball in the opened closet.. You tossed the ball in their general direction before stepping out onto the top step of the stairs, just one above where he’d been about to go. His brown eyes watched you closely, and while his expression remained sweet and tender, you knew his eyes were taking in every single aspect of your movements. Like a hawk watching its prey.

“So you came by to…. Play a game?” The slight tilt of your head didn’t go unnoticed by him; Were you playing the same game he was? Or were you just feigning innocent? Or maybe you actually hadn’t realized the game he’d started up with you the moment he’d seen you pick up the ball?

Suga smiled still, gentle and easy, no sign of mischievousness at all, “Play a game…” He echoed, a slight hum to his voice. “Maybe.” The softness of his voice had you on edge, but you continued to push, stepping closer to the ledge of the step, within arms reach of him now.

He took the offer almost immediately, his hand reaching out, fingers outstretched and making contact with the smooth material of your shorts. “What game exactly, Koushi?” You knew he loved when you called his name, even in the most casual sense… It made him feel loved and like he belonged. Like he was needed and wanted. And he was.

Fingers found their way under the thigh of your shorts, pulling the material.. his eyes on the stretch of it. “This is really high quality material…” He noted, mostly to himself, and you smiled proudly as he let the fabric snap back into place. It wasn’t plastic elastic so it didn’t sting in the least.

“Koushi…” You called his attention, feeling a thrill shoot through you when his eyes looked up at you from under his lashes. He was still a step below you, and you bit the inside of your cheek at how…. Smoldering he could be even from this angle. A true master at his appearance’s influence on you, he smiled softly when you raised your eyebrows at him; he hadn’t answered your question.

“I did say maybe, ______.” He pointed out easily, the gentle amusement in his voice only being prompted by the playful roll of your eyes.

Humming in thought, you felt the rumble of your stomach interrupt your interpretation of his words and actions, “Well!” You started with a bright smile, hopping down the steps quickly before standing at the base of them - two below him now. You put your hands on your hips with a proud smile on your face, “I haven’t eaten dinner and I’m starving!” You pulled the collar of your shirt back, seeing the gathered money in your sports bra. Great shorts… still no pockets. “AND,” You added with extra emphasis, “I was owed pork buns for all my won games, so I’m going to go feed myself….”

You’d started walking away before he could get a word in, his eyes watching your enthusiastic display of pride. He simply turned towards you as you walked a couple feet away from him, about to call out to you before you looked over your shoulder at him.

“Koushi, are you coming?”

His smile was breathtaking, and he nodded quickly before hopping to the base of the stairs and quickly catching up to you. Suga immediately took your hand in his, lacing your fingers with his own and bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of your hand. Smooth and swift, you could only smile brightly in response.

What he asked next though, had you stopping in your tracks with a confused expression adorning your face.

“Those don’t chafe, do they?” He stopped beside you, your joined hands moving so he could tug at the stretchy material once more.

You cleared your throat with pursed lips, trying to think back to the tags on the shorts and if they’d warned anything about chafing or the like. In fact, you didn’t even know what kind of wash cycle they required… “Uh…. I don’t think so?…..” You looked down at your legs, moving them to spread a bit apart under you, not seeing any kind of irritation from your vantage point before looking back up at Suga with even more confusion, “Wait… Why?”

A smirk. A beautifully innocent smirk curled his lips as he leaned down and whispered, “Just wondering if I’ll be giving more kisses down there tonight to take away the pain.”

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Akaashi Keiji: 7 Minutes in Heaven

He looked so…. bored? Disinterested…. Well, that was generally his expression even in his most joyous of times, so you knew better than to automatically assume he wasn’t having a good time…

Akaashi was untouchable - you knew. Every girl, and guy, that tried to steal his heart ended up breaking their own. Not even by his own hand - They’d break their own heart after being silently rejected or even politely let down. Why didn’t he want anyone that tried?

If a legion of pretty girls, and cute guys, didn’t stand up to his scrutiny…. What hope did you have??

“He’d be lucky to have you.” Kenma voiced from beside you, sensing your thoughts being on the same guy they’d been on since you’d first seen him. “You’re freaking out too much.”

You’d been friends with Kenma in high school - met Akaashi through Bokuto and Kuroo’s friendship… It was love at first sight for you! You glanced over at Kenma, who hadn’t even lifted his eyes from his phone to actually talk to you, “It’s like we’re strangers, Kenma.”

He rolled his eyes without ceremony, “Then pine.”

Harsh. But accurate.

That’s why you joined the bottle game, to help forget your feelings for Akaashi for at least tonight - you wanted to have fun with your friends, and you were going to whether he was there and enjoying himself or not. Kenma decided he’d had enough social interaction for the evening, so he didn’t join the game with you - settling on the couch and curling into his mobile game. He’d even brought his charger if the battery got too close to dying.

“Name of the game is 7 Minutes in Heaven!” Terushima smirked from the ‘point’ of the group, having thought of the game when Mai had come in with some of her college friends. This party was lacking some excitement and what was better than spending time in a dark closet with a total stranger?

“Isn’t that just the groping version of spin the bottle?” Futakuchi voiced from the opposite side of the circle, glancing around at his possible options; His eyes met yours for a brief second before scanning the others.

Akaashi sat almost directly across from you, still looking generally disinterested as he watched Terushima start off the game. “Well, yeah, but this party needs a little more…. Life to it.”

“Please no getting your jollies off in the closet,” The tired groan in Ennoshita’s voice had you snickering quietly, watching as the bottle slowly pointed to one of Mai’s friends. “I’m serious, Yuuji, don’t you do it!”

But the pierced young man simply waved off the mother hen of the group, “It’s 7 minutes, man - it would take me at least 21 to do that.” He led the girl into the closet, but stopped as you voiced your question.

“Why specifically 21?”

Terushima smirked as he slowly closed the door of the closet, “The anticipation of getting landed on 2 more times? Being denied until then?” He winked at you, though he didn’t get to close the door before he was being pushed out of the way.

“If that’s what you’re looking for, spin again.” The girl called behind her as he headed towards the kitchen for a drink.

“Well damn…” Was all he could mutter as he took his seat at the group again. The laughter that responded from the immediate rejection was loud, Tanaka and Yamamoto being the loudest. “What an insane smack down, what the fuck…” Terushima poked at his own embarrassment with a red cheeked smile.

“God I hope I don’t get stuck with you.” You teased the freshly dyed blond, laughing when he gave you a sour look. “I’ll go next!” You bravely offered, reaching forward and spinning the bottle. “Not Yuuji, not Yuuji…”

Nishinoya chanted with you, deciding to poke fun at the eccentric young man, “Not Yuuji! Literally anyone else in the world than Yuuji!” Terushima whined unintelligibly before shoving his shoulder against Nishinoya’s, nearly sending the short guy flying across the room.

The bottle slowed to a snails pace, clicking against the wood floor as it came to a stop. You followed its point to the slowly unfolding legs of the very guy you’d been playing to forget.

Akaashi raised an eyebrow at you, nodding towards the closet, “I won’t be gross like Yuuji.” Was his simple promise, his lips quirking into a just barely recognizable smile.

“You guys are fucking rude!” Terushima almost wailed, but the smile on his face clearly showed the entertainment his own rejection was giving him.

“Swear on it?” You teased as you slowly stood, walking towards where Akaashi stood at the closet door, patiently waiting for you to enter first. He nodded silently, and your shaky hand took his offered cool one as you walked through the doorway. The door closed as he followed after you and internally you felt like the closet was closing in on the two of you - why did it feel so cramped in here?

Then there was silence. You stood beside him, facing the closed door, hand still in his … You thought you’d feel more awkward, you thought the general stranger-feel you had with each other would make this entire event kind of…. Weird.

But it felt… Natural? Almost. His fingers slowly laced with yours, not a trace of hesitance in their movement, “I’m glad it landed on me…” His voice was soft, calm, it blended with the muted light of the closet. You glanced over at his silhouette, seeing the lines of light from the closet door being projected onto his soft smile. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you all night..”

You frowned, holding his hand still as you turned to face him a bit better. He followed your movements, seeing your furrowed eyebrows in the limited projected light - did he upset you? Did you not want to be here with him? Before he could pull his hand from yours, you spoke, “Well?…. Why didn’t you?… “

Akaashi felt a blush heat his cheeks, it wasn’t something that happened all that often… he was generally a confident young man in everything he did because he knew what he was doing… But with you? It felt like he was floundering for any excuse to talk to you. He’d come to this party after finding out you’d be here… This spin was like a dream come true for him. “You were busy most of the night…”

Another frown, “No I wasn’t? I’ve been around here the whole time..”

His smile faltered a bit, “With Kenma, yes…. I didn’t want to interrupt your good time with him.”

Did he think you were dating your best friend? You smiled in amusement before letting your other hand take his, feeling how cold it felt compared to the one you currently held. “I’m never too busy for you, Keiji…” Confident in your movement, in your decision and understanding of his words…. Of what he really meant…. You leaned up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. Almost immediately you flushed with embarrassment, feeling as if you’d just made a complete fool of yourself.

What if he didn’t mean it like that? What if he’d been saying he just wanted to talk to you more? What if he just wanted to be a good friend of yours instead of an acquaintance?

But you didn’t have to continue to spin the drain of self-depreciation and doubt before Akaashi was leaning down and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, “I think you’re really cute… I’d like to spend more time with you, if you’d let me.”

The doors suddenly opened, light blinding the two of you - you dropped his hands to shield your eyes, “Times up~!”Atsumu chimed, “Fly’s up, get out.” You stumbled from the closet, looking behind you to see Akaashi send a quick glare to Atsumu, who only sent a sly wink his way. He seemed to linger, and while the two of you had been interrupted… That didn’t leave your heart any less erratic in your chest from his… proposal?

The choice of word sent your cheeks aflame, but you swallowed your anxiety before reaching for his hand and tugging him out of the closet, “I’d love to….” You realized how vague your acceptance sounded, and quickly went to finish what you’d meant to say, “Spend time…. With you…” You blushed deeply, your smile sheepish and sending a direct arrow through his heart as he caught sight of it.

Kuroo Tetsurou: 7 Minutes in Heaven

“So do you think you’ll end up getting him at some point tonight?”

“I don’t know… I really hope so…. Maybe you have some kind of trick up your sleeve?”

Bokuto held up his hands, showing they were empty before pulling on the hem of each of his sleeves, “Nope. I got nothing.” You sighed in rejection, disappointment playfully playing in your chest at how much he let you down, “B-but!” He quickly caught himself from failing you, “I could switch seats with him…. Maybe you can get him on the next round…”

Tilting your head, you pursed your lips and thought ‘deeply’ on the idea. It wasn’t a bad one, for sure - you’d ended up picking Bokuto for the 7 minutes in a closet challenge for the third time now… So maybe if he and Kuroo switched places…. Maybe you could finally get some time in with his best friend.

“And then if it still lands on me, I could say that I’m sitting in his spot spiritually so then he’ll have to go into the closet with you…” Bokuto offered, making you snort in amusement at how absurd his addition sounded.

You shook your head, “No, no, no.. If it lands on you again, I think that’s just the fates telling me I’ll always get second best.” The squawk to come out of him was a mix of insult and choking on air in surprise, but you could only laugh in response.

The closet doors opened, “Pull up your pants Kou, times up!” You rolled your eyes as you followed Bokuto out of the closet, sending Oikawa a sour look when he asked “Oh~ You’re a pro, ______-chan! You didn’t get your make up all smudged!”

“Pervert.”

Taking your seat beside Kiyoko, you felt a heat on your face…. Someone was staring. But when you looked up from where the bottle had been spun by Tendou, you found no one looking at you…. Had you been imagining it? When your eyes fell back on the bottle, you felt the burning once more…. Someone was definitely staring at you - but they were fast in their looking away….

You didn’t even have a chance to ask your question, sneakily, to Kiyoko before she was nodding, “Yes, he’s staring at you.” You gave her a surprised look to which she only waved you off, “He’s not subtle about it, you’re just slow.”

A pout formed on your lips at her playful zing, “I can’t believe I’m friends with such a bully.”

The game continued. You sat patiently, chatting with Kiyoko and Asahi - finding her sureness and his… anxiety? Proved to be entertaining enough for you. You asked Asahi a few times on why he was playing the game if he was so nervous, to which he responded with “I want to overcome this awkwardness… This is a baby step.” How honorable?

Finally it was your turn… Bokuto had done what he’d said he’d do and switched seats with Kuroo when the later had gotten up for a drink. He’d even gone and played dumb when Kuroo asked why they’d switched seats. But the nerves still prickled at your skin as you reached forward and spun the bottle, watching with lip biting anticipation as it spun and spun around the group of people.

You glanced up as the bottle spun, meeting Bokuto’s wide golden eyes directly. He sent you a wink, a silent ‘i’ve got your back’, as the bottle came to a stop.

On him once more.

“For fucks sake!” Bokuto laughed at your frustration, “A fourth time? Really? Are you doing this on purpose, Kou? Did you pull that whole ‘metal and magnet’ trick?” You covered your face with your hands as you groaned.

He smiled widely, “Eh, I’ll pass this time… Hey, bro?”

“Hmm?”

“Could you do me a solid and hang out in the closet with _______ for seven minutes?”

Kuroo snorted, “Uh… Sure.. Since this would have been my turn anyway.” He smiled as he stood from his place, your heart hammering as you got to your feet. Was this really happening? Did it really just easily go like that? Why hadn’t the two of you done that earlier??

The disbelief was clearly evident on your face and was apparently hilarious to anyone watching you - and if you weren’t nervous about being in a tight space with your crush… Maybe you would have been more embarrassed about them laughing at you. But in this very moment, you felt like you were going to explode at the seams! Just the chance to be alone with Kuroo was a blessing, being alone with him in a dark and cramped space that he more or less volunteered to be in with you?? That in itself was unfathomable!

The darkness overcame the both of you as he closed the closet door behind him. Chests almost touching, you focused on not breathing all over him. You didn’t want this limited time with him to be tainted with your possibly bad breath or the horrible awkwardness of being a heavy breather. Not that you had either of those bad traits normally… But you were nervous now, anything could manifest itself.

“I think he is cheating..” Kuroo whispered, as if it were a secret, the sound of his voice sounding as if he were right beside your ear. You tilted your head up to look at him curiously, “I saw the bottle move past him once to point at me, but it went back to point at him like some kind of magic trick….” His eyes were squinted, but his tone was obviously playful.

Had he wanted to be in this closet with you?

You internally jumped for joy at the possibility, at the implication…”So this would have been our… what? Second time?” It felt incredibly hot in this tight space with him, or maybe it was just his proximity doing that to you…

Kuroo smirked, not looking directly at you in fear that his nerves would get the better of him and constrict his voice to a squeak. “Our fourth, really….” Your furrowed eyebrows had his smirk widening into a smile, “I think he’s been cheating this whole time.” He whispered once more, feeling you shiver in front of him. “Are you cold?” He asked curiously, wondering how you could be shivering when it literally felt like he was on fire.

Before you could answer, he was wrapping his arms around you, holding you close, resting his head on yours. A tight hug. A warm, tight, perfect hug… You blushed deeply and hid your face in his shoulder, “So you’re going to keep me warm with your body heat?” You smiled, and he felt it against him.

“Well, it was either this or I throw all the extra jackets in this closet on you in a horrible amalgamation of warmth and winter wear.”

You didn’t want to leave him hanging though. He jumped a bit in surprise when your arms wrapped around his middle, hands against his back and pulling him closer. “Mmm.. I like this better.” He heard you mumble into his shirt, his heart hammering in his chest at your quiet admission.

He smiled and leaned his head so he was pressing his lips against the crown of your head. “Me too…”

A gentle knock at the closet had you tilting your head a bit to be able to see who would be interrupting you this time… But they didn’t open. After a moments silence, Bokuto cracked the door enough so his voice could carry through clearly, “Pssst… Hey… Your time is up… But no one is really interested in the game anymore, so you’re in the clear.”

In the clear? To do what? Hug in a closet for the rest of the night? Not that Bokuto knew you two were hugging, but still. You snickered quietly, “Thanks, Kou - Tetsu owes ya.”

“Whoa, wait a sec-“

“Sweet, have fun guys.” Bokuto closed the closet door before Kuroo could take back the statement you so generously gave him. You laughed quietly, knowing exactly just how precious Kuroo’s I.O.U’s were.

He sighed as he stared at the closed door, shaking his head with a playful scowl on his face, “And he’s gone… Great… Now I’m going to be owing him for as long as he thinks he’s owed….”

Iwaizumi Hajime: 7 Minutes in Heaven

“I’m not playing.”

“Yes, you are~ You came to the party, you partake in the partying!”

Iwaizumi scowled at Oikawa, his eyebrows furrowed in irritation, “That’s not how any party works… At all.”

But his best friend wasn’t budging, and he crossed his arms with a proud smirk, “Well, that’s how my party is going to work. Take it or leave it, Iwa-chan!” Almost immediately Iwaizumi turned on his heel to head towards the door, “No, no, no - wait!” Oikawa rushed to grab him before he could leave completely.

Opening the door, about to stomp out into the cold in his decision to leave a party with mandatory activity, he stopped short.

“O-oh.. Hey Hajime…” You smiled, holding a box of liquor - you’d been in charge of the refreshments for the party. And you had definitely exceeded what Oikawa thought you’d come through with! “If you were going for more alcohol, don’t worry about it,” You lifted the box a bit, bringing his attention from your face to what you held, “I got it covered.”

“Let me get that for you.” Was his response. His hands found yours on either side of the box, bringing an immediate blush to your face, easily taking their place and holding the weight of the box for you. Then he was walking back into the apartment without any argument, you hot on his heels.

A smirk found its way onto Oikawa’s face, “Whaaat~? Weren’t you just about to leave, Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi set the box down in the kitchen, sending a dirty look at Oikawa, one that silently told him to shut his mouth. “No, I just heard her coming up the stairs and wanted to help.” You smiled over at him before making your way to the living room where the other partygoers had already gathered to play the game Oikawa had announced. “Don’t you screw this up, Shittykawa.”

Oikawa laid a hand on his chest in faux insult, “Me? I would never mess anything up for you, best friend! I’m team Iwa-chan 24/7!” But his smile was sickly sweet and had Iwaizumi’s expression remaining unamused. “Well, come on then - let’s get you in a closet with _______.” He smiled triumphantly, proud to have you as something to leverage Iwaizumi into staying for the party games.

So the stage was finally set. You were here. You were having a great time with everyone, your smiles sending Iwaizumi’s heart erratically beating in his chest, your voice having his eyes gloss over with a dreamy look only Oikawa would recognize. And Iwaizumi was here. He was joking and enjoying his time, his almost reluctant smiles and chuckles making your heart swell happily, just his participating in the game having your fantasies running wild.

Only, this game was based on luck, truly - and you didn’t have a good track record with lady luck.

That’s how you ended up in the closet with Oikawa. Arms crossed, you stared up at him with a raised eyebrow - feeling as if he’d somehow made this happen. “Whaaat? I didn’t do anything, it was your bad spin.” You huffed, though the smile on you face reassured him you were just kidding around. “I know, I know, I’m not as good as Iwa-chan…. But hey, I’ve got an idea to get him to do something.”

You frowned, “I’m not trying to trick him into doing anything. I really want it to be as natural as possib-“

“Natural?” He snorted, “If you want natural, you’re going to be waiting for years and years and years before he even asks you out…” Confusion was painted clearly on your face, “Seriously, Iwa-chan is an actual bundle of nerves.. I know you think he’s this big macho man who takes what he wants… But really?” Oikawa shrugged helplessly, “He’s just as nervous as anyone else that’s not an asshole.”

You doubted it’d take that long… Iwaizumi was so confident in everything he did.. If he wanted you, he’d have you - simple as that.

Oikawa patted your head, humming pleasantly even as you sent him a quick glare for brushing off what you thought to be true, “I got this all covered, _____-chan.” He ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it up a bit before grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. “Almost,” Then he was grabbing fistfuls of your shirt, scrunching your hair in some places even as you smacked his hands away from you, “aaaaaalmost.” His thumb swiped against the lipgloss on your lips, a smirk on his face, “Oh? All gussied up? Ah, young love.”

The closet doors opened before you could bite back a reply, Oikawa stepping out easily into the room - showing off how… messy he now looked. Panic resting in your stomach, you quickly straightened your shirt as best you could, running your fingers through your hair to make it lie correctly before you were returning to the group.

“Ohoho~? A closet full of fun?” Kuroo’s smirk had your cheeks warming, hating that he had to be the one to bring attention to your attire.

But you couldn’t let them down… Or at least… You couldn’t let them get the wrong idea. You rubbed your lips clean of the lip gloss, making it seem like you were wiping at your nose, “Yeah, had to beat the hell outta him. He got a bit handsy.” You sniffled out.

Oikawa squawked, “Wha- Tha-that’s not what happened at all!” He held up his hands innocently, looking at Iwaizumi with wide eyes before glaring at you, his frown twitching - trying so hard not to laugh at your framing him.

“Ololo~? I wanna get beat up next~” But before Tendou could reach for the bottle, Iwaizumi grabbed it from the center.

“Well you’re going to have to wait because it’s my turn, ya damn lizard.”

Tendou pouted, giving Iwaizumi the best damn puppy dog eyes you’d seen, “Awwwww, Iwa-chan is so very mean to me.” You could swear it’s like someone cloned Oikawa, stretched him out and gave him a different color scheme. Same personality. Yui whined in frustration at the slow paced game an waved her hand for Iwaizumi to hurry up - she had her eyes set on Daichi sitting across from her.

Spinning the bottle, you snorted, “Jeez, Hajime - it almost took flight!” Even jabbing at his frustrated strength had his heart singing in his chest. How did you happen to be so cute in anything you did? You looked up from the bottle to see he was staring at you, a far away look in his eye preventing him from looking away in shame.

If he didn’t land on you…. He wouldn’t possibly take as long as Oikawa said he would… would he? Not that you would be asking him either… You didn’t want to make the first move and end up looking like a fool… So if neither of you stepped forward toward the other, would nothing happen at all?

“Awww, what? Why does _____ get to go in the closet twice in a row?” Bokuto whined from beside you, backing off his complaint when he got an odd look from Kuroo, “Uh-Uh, not that I’d want to go in the closet with Hajime, but still?”

“Wha-“ You looked down to see the bottle was, indeed, pointing at you. Looking back up, you met Iwaizumi’s intense green stare - he was just as surprised as you were. “Uh… Well… Let’s go.” You stood from your place, playfully pushing Bokuto’s head as you passed to join Iwaizumi by the closet.

He opened the door, waiting for you to enter first, but not before Oikawa leaned back enough to call to you two, “Ya know, ______-chan can pass if she wants~.”

“Why in the hell would I pass on this opportunity?”

It’d come out of your mouth before you could think to stop it. An admission? Of sorts? Not quite a confession. Yet Iwaizumi’s heart froze for a fraction of a second before it took off like a race horse once more. You wanted to spend time with him? Alone with him? Cramped in a dark closet… With him?

The blush that overcame you was ferocious, but you didn’t say another word before grabbing Iwaizumi’s wrist and entering the closet. Trying to escape the laughter that had overcome the group. Neither of you were very subtle in your crush, but watching the two of you flounder around was definitely a source of entertainment for them.

Now it was just the two of you. In a tight space. A dark space. You could barely see him and he was almost directly in your face. His exhales were your oxygen, and your heartbeat was his own mirrored. “So….” He started, looking for something to say, something to start off what he’d wanted with you; literally anything was what he wanted with you. “Opportunity, huh?”

Your blush didn’t pass. Now he was teasing you. “Don’t be a dick.” You mumbled with a reluctant smile, he chuckled quietly - the sound feeling like it was inside your head. You could feel his chest rise and fall with his breathing, his exhales sending goosebumps rising against your skin. “I could have passed on you.”

A pause. “Would you have?”

He was much closer to your face than you’d initially thought. He’d slowly leaned his head down so he was just hovering over your lips. You could just barely get a hint of what he tasted like, and the shiver through your body had his confidence rising. You wanted him. He wanted you. So what was the hold up?

Lmao innocent bystander shoved into closet with actual slab of stone… Sounds like an interesting read! I really like the amazing involvement with this character challenge! It’s really helped me get my motivation/inspiration back into order (for now lmao)! Thanks for the request, love! - Admin Satori <3

Ushijima Wakatosi: 7 Minutes in Heaven

“Waaaaah! I don’t wanna play if Ushiwaka is going to!” Oikawa wailed pitifully from his space on the floor. Throwing a fit wasn’t irregular for him, though throwing a fit that is directed at someone and clearly seen as rude…. Well, that wasn’t irregular either, if you really thought about it. “He’ll just bring the mood down all the more than it already is since Iwa-chan is here- AH!”

“Do you ever shut up?” The growl in Iwaizumi’s voice didn’t go unnoticed by you as you passed the group on the way to the kitchen; Though you didn’t actually make it. You’d bumped face first into a unmoving thing, object, person? Being so focused on Iwaizumi’s hand pressing Oikawa’s head down towards the floor had gained your full attention, leaving you to be vulnerable to any surprise attacks.

Not that Ushijima’s stone still form had been a surprise attack or anything, you just hadn’t been paying attention at all.

A soft blush settled on your cheeks as you looked up to meet his olive gaze, “O-oh! Sorry!” The squeak that left you wasn’t flattering at all, but you chose to ignore it as you ducked around him to find solace in the kitchen.

“Why’re you so nervous around your boyfriend?” A catlike smirk greeted you from beside the fridge as they poured their liquor.

“Wakatoshi isn’t my boyfriend, Satori.” You hadn’t meant for it to sound like it was the worst idea ever… Because honestly that’s all you could dream about the past couple of nights… “We’re just friends….” Tendou smiled secretly at your bitter tone, reading easily into your heart and wants… “What?” He could also see you didn’t appreciate his staring.

So he shrugged noncommittally and pushed from the counter, the game was about to start and he wanted to see who would be trapped in a closet with him soon enough, “Oh nothing~.” As he passed you, his large hand patted your head, pulling a childish whine from you, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, ________. Daddy Satori is going to take care of everything.”

You scowled in disgust, “Daddy-?”

“Yes, baby?” Tendou’s head swiveled so he could see you just as he slipped around the corner, the wink sent your way bringing a cold chill to your body. “I said don’t worry~!”

“Fuckin…. gross.” You muttered, a huffed sigh escaping you as you went about getting your snack and drink. Literally the only reason you ever went to parties were for 3 things: Food, Drinks… And the possibility of a dog needing someone to hang out with them.

You could hear the party in the other room. The gentle clinking of the glass bottle as it was spun, the voices of surprise or even anxiety as they acknowledged who they’d landed on. From the sound of it Oikawa had landed on Iwaizumi, who had just immediately passed on the stated rule of having to go anyway. “I’m not standing in the dark with you, Shittykawa.” Oikawa had already started whining the moment Iwaizumi had started shaking his head to begin his rejection.

It didn’t sound like Oikawa had won the argument since the next sound was the bottle being spun once again.

Sandwich made, liquor mixed, you happily trotted out of the kitchen - eyes focused on the living room where a few other party goers were pleasantly engrossed in conversation. What were they talking about? School? Work? Their futures or pasts? You wanted to talk, too! It wasn’t every day you were able to really talk to anyone of these people here, everyone having their own lives.. You wanted to see how they were-

“Alright! I choose ______ to take my place!”

You froze. Maybe they hadn’t seen you…. Looking over your shoulder, your hopes were dashed as the group’s collective eyes settled on your still frozen movement. Mid-step. They’d caught you mid-step into the living room… “Fuck…” Why were you accepting it? “Wait! No! I’m not playing!”

Tendou shrugged as if his hands were tied, “Sorry~, _______! There’s CLEARLY a rule in this game! If I don’t wanna do it, I can choose someone else to do it for me!”

“Uh.. if they’re in the-“

“Shhhhhhhhut up!” Kuroo hushed Oikawa, his hand resting over the former setters mouth to physically shut him up. “That rule applies to anyone ever around the whole game… ______ just happens to be near the game.” His golden eyes clearly showed his intentions. A liar!

They were teaming up against you! Why? What had you done to deserve this?? Because you didn’t call Tendou Daddy???

God why hadn’t you just-

“_______.” Olive eyes watched you, calmly… Almost like he was studying you. You hadn’t seen him move, so focused on not being thrown into the closet with someone.. But you hadn’t known it’d been Ushijima who’d spun… Who was now waiting for you to enter the closet before him.

“O-oh….” Your lips formed a small ‘o’ at your realization of what Tendou had done… He’d put you in a dark space with the guy you were obviously, so very obviously, pining for. “Uh…. Sure… Um… I’m just glad it wasn’t Tooru.”

“Hey, what the fu-“

“Sssssssssshut up!” Kuroo’s voice was louder this time, pressing his hand against Oikawa’s mouth a bit more so it was harder for the latter to actually be able to speak.

You entered the closet, after setting your plate and cup down on a nearby table. It was dark in here. Really dark. Weirdly dark…. How deep was this thing? Your back hit the wall as you’d turn around to see Ushijima enter after you, closing the door behind him. 7 minutes. You just had to survive without hyperventilating for 7 minutes. It wouldn’t be too hard, right? Was he getting closer?

Awkward. Silent…. But comfortable, in the weirdest way possible… Even though the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.. You didn’t seem to mind it. “Sorry..” His voice rumbled in your chest, rattled your bones… bloomed warmth on your face as his breath washed over you. “Satori is… odd.” You nodded silently, “But my friend.”

“You’re a good friend, Wakatoshi…” You smiled in the darkness and wondered if he could see it? Would he care if he could see it or not? “I’m just sorry you got stuck with me. Of All people.” Awkwardly clearing your throat, he could feel you shuffling your feet, the rusting of your clothes as you tried to push more and more into the back wall.. As if you were trying to escape.

He frowned, his hand reaching out and finding your arm, making you jump about a foot in the air at the sudden contact. “I’m not.” How could such a simple answer, a simple rejection of your self-depreciation, send electric currents straight to your heart? Make you feel like singing? “You’re nice to have around… I enjoy your company.” You couldn’t remember any time before that Ushijima had complimented you this way? Sure he’d commented on your grades and study habits being beneficial to his own learning habits… But your personality? Your friendship?

You brought your hands up to your face, cupping your own cheeks and feeling they were on fire. “O-oh… Uh…” The smile on your face wouldn’t be hidden, you were basking in his appreciation of you, “Th-thank you…”

“I would like to spend more time with you.”

Is this what heaven was? Just cute guys giving you compliments and wanting to hang out with you? Because if it was.. you wondered when exactly you’d died??? Your entire body felt hot - probably from the cut of A/C in this small space, but more than likely from being offered such an opportunity from the one guy you’d ever want it from.

His hand was still on your arm, but the longer you took to respond, to accept or deny his gentle plead… His hand traveled south, down your arm, fingers curling around your wrist before finally coming to rest with your hand. Holding hands. So sweet and innocent, and yet you were on fire as if he was pressing against you. “If you’d let me, of course.”

“O-of course!” Your voice rose an octave, making you blush now not from the close proximity of his body, of his voice, of his attention… but from the embarrassment of being so completely flustered when a few minutes ago you’d been as indifferent as you could possibly make yourself!

Ushijima stepped closer, his other hand imitating his first and holding your other hand in his. Soft. You had soft hands. Soft and warm. He squeezed them in his own, feeling your breath fanning across him as he stood a bit closer, “I think you’re very cute.”

Too much! Too much!!! You felt dizzy! When was this time up?? You were about to pass out!

“Waka-“

You didn’t have a chance to request his slowing down or even to comment on his looks before he was leaning down and kissing you tenderly. Such a big strong young man… You’d never dreamed his lips would be so soft, his touch would be so innocent and gentle….

Your knees buckled and you went leaning forward into him, his hands moving from yours to catch you - resting on your back, holding your weight for you. You let out a breathless laugh as you pressed your face into his chest now - the surprise of your fall having caused him to break the kiss.

A kiss… From the guy you’d been crushing on all semester….

And you’d almost feinted?… You’d never live it down.

“I-I’m sorry.” Ushijima was quick to apologize, though he didn’t move you to stand on your own, enjoying the way you leaned on him for support - the feel of your smile against his chest.. He’d done the right thing, just at the wrong time. “I didn’t ask for your permission.”

You laughed quietly into his shirt, your hands pressed against his abdomen. A happy laugh. A laugh of relief. A laugh of honest disbelief that someone like Ushijima would be so…. Absolutely cute. Almost impulsive in his kisses. You took your time to stabilize yourself, using him as support to be able to stand up on your own, be able to not feel the room spinning, as small as it was, around you.

Then you were smiling up at him, and he could feel the brilliance of it in the darkness around the two of you. “May I have another?” You asked, leaning up on your toes to try to reach.. Only being able to kiss his chin.

“Are you going to fall again?” His deep chuckle rumbled through you, feeling his abdomen contort as he leaned down to give in to your request.

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Tendou Satori:

How completely tired and useless could one feel? You could count the ways… You’d missed out on class today, you hadn’t gone into your school study job, you hadn’t gone to your after class clubs or even left your dorm room to get something fresh to eat.

Nope.

You’d stayed in your bed, for most of the day, watching Netflix and Hulu and Youtube while binging on junk food you had stashed in your room.

For good reason, though! You wanted that to be completely clear to your own self! You hadn’t gone to class today because you had passed all your college exams for the semester - there was no point in going in until the next semester! You hadn’t gone to your study job because the office you helped out in was closed for the end of the semester! Clubs, also, were only simply shutting down for the closing of the semester and the cafe…. well, you didn’t wanna get out of your warm bed!

That last one didn’t really have a good reason, but you weren’t going to beat yourself up about it.

“_______-chan~, you’re in the same position as when I left this morning!”

You scoffed with a smile, “Not true! I had to get up to pee like 20 minutes ago.” Only a split second was allowed for you to open your arms, your phone still playing loudly since you hadn’t paused what you were watching, before your boyfriend was flopping down into your bed with you.

Tendou hummed happily as he laid his head down on your chest, his arms wrapping around your hips while his body rested between your legs. He was a very tall young man, so you knew his legs were more than likely hanging off the end of your bed.

Bringing the phone back into your view, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your wrist resting on the side of his head so you could still watch your show. Tendou didn’t seem to mind, tilting his head so your arm was resting on the side of his face now and he could hear your heart beating against his ear. Calm and slow… Comfortable. Tendou closed his eyes as he relaxed in your arms.

Though the mood was a bit off. Something felt wrong. You knew something was different from when he’d left that morning to now…

So you set your phone down after tapping the lock button. Your hands were back on him in the next second, fingers running through his hair, your other hand rubbing up and down his back soothingly.

As the seconds ticked by, he seemed to relax more and more into you and the bed, taking comfort in your body heat and your gentle hands.. You were here for him… You loved him… “You okay, Satori?”

He let out a quiet whine, reaching a hand up to press against your face, “Sssshhhhhh, I’m trying to sleep, ______.” He didn’t want to talk about it - you knew enough from that response hat something had happened for sure. Something had happened or someone had said something….

But you weren’t going to just let it go that easily.

You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes.. Almost a whole year together and he still didn’t seem to be okay with telling you everything outright… Still seemed reserved in his feelings and things happening to him.. But you had never been one to push him. This relationship between the two of you went as fast or as slow as he wanted it to - because his being comfortable was just as important to you as yours was to him. “I love you, Satori…” You whispered, knowing he’d only whine about sleeping again if you spoke any louder.

Tendou felt his heart constrict at the feeling in your voice. You really did love him, didn’t you? His arms tightened around you, his eyes closing a little tighter as he held you closer. Why? “Why?” He asked, struggling to keep his voice from sounding as choked up as he felt inside.

Any cheesy response now wouldn’t be taken lightly. He was hurting. His heart ache from school and his own parents and friends… still affecting him now as he grew into his own adult. So you didn’t stoop to that level. He needed you to be serious with him, and honest.

“Because I do.”

Not too serious, though. You knew your boyfriend got really uncomfortable if things became too surreal too fast. Too serious and morose too quickly. More than not… It was hard to find that perfect balance, so he took what you said to heart but didn’t run away from the truth of your words, either.

His red eyebrows furrowed, and he peeked an eye open to look at you; why did you like seeing the black of his pupil contract inside the red of his iris? The contrast, you were sure. He pursed his lips as he peered up at you, “Not any particular reason?” You only smiled softly, “Not cause I can get things off the top shelves or because I get you all the staring attention you could ever want?”

You shook your head, “Nope. None of those reasons.”

Now he pouted, not daring to look away from you, though. You were his hope and light in this world.. And now, after what’d happened before he’d come back to you, he needed to bathe in your warmth. “Then why?” He really did want to know… or rather, the darkness that would replace your light, when you eventually left him, wanted to know… So it could weaponize your words against his own heart and against his own head.

“Because we’re two halves of a whole-“

“Idiot?”

“Soul….” You laughed quietly at his interruption, “You’re definitely not an idiot, Satori.. You have better grades than I do!”

Tendou shrugged, “Guess you’re more ¾ths of an idiot then, huh?” He laughed when you tugged on his hair, tilting his head a bit more so both his eyes were trained on you… But not tilted enough to pull away from your comfort giving chest. “You believe in soul mates….?” He’d meant it as a statement because he knew you did… The two of you had talked about it before..

That was the one of the best things about your relationship, he thought. Being able to talk about something as romantically serious as soul mates when the two of you were just beginning to talk. Or what the meaning of life was or what happens after death even though the two of you hadn’t even hit the peaks of your prime!

“I believe in you…” You edited, running both your hands through his hair now, letting one rest on the side of his head while the other stroked down his back, fingers pressing into his shoulder blades and muscles on either side of his spine. He felt more relaxed now. You were thankful you were able to get his mind off of whatever had happened.

Though he didn’t look too impressed with your answer, but you didn’t give him the chance to rebut your belief.

You leaned down and pressed your lips to his. It was an awkward position for you, since you kind of had to do a ‘sit up’ and use muscles you didn’t normally use, but you’d walk through hell for this boy.

He practically chirruped against your lips, and you could feel his body heat from the sudden kiss. Tendou sure did love surprise affection - but his body only seemed to be embarrassed by the actions. And when you pulled away, you could see the blush on his face was as violently eccentric as his hair, and his eyes seemed to have this dreamy glaze over them as he stared up at you.

What had he done right in a past life to deserve someone as beautiful, as gentle, as loving and affectionate as you? And how could he convince you to stay with him for the rest of your lives?

Lovestruck. That’s the only way you could describe his expression. “Let’s get hitched, ________-chan~.” He suddenly sighed out happily, arms constricting around your middle to hold you ever closer. While this would usually leave you breathless, you couldn’t help but laugh quietly at how his heart had immediately gone to that topic.

“We will.. After college.” You booped his nose before bringing up your phone to rest on his head again, “For now though, I wanna hear you do your best Dwight from The Office quote for quote impressions.”

“You’re watching the office again? What episode? Without me? How dare!”