Really random but, Sugawara, kuroo, osamu, kita, aran, Akaashi, semi, oikawa, and sakusa (so fucking many) are the type to be more sensual lovers. they take their time showing you how much they really love you.
With Oikawa, Kuroo and Osamu it’s probably a little bit different only because i do imagine them being more clingy.
But these guys are the type to wake you up on a Sunday morning lightly kissing your jaw. The more you wake up the more you can smell the breakfast that he made (or picked up 🧍🏾♀️). “good morning, my love” he tells you and as you start to wake up more he kisses your lips, “come let’s get up”.
when you whine to stay in bed longer they’re gonna lay down with you and just try to encourage you to get up. they don’t want to rush you so they might tell you “come on, your breakfast is gonna get cold” and continue to kiss your cheek to wake you up.
they love you so much they wanna take their time with you :(
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warnings: lotsa fluff for our Hyakuzawa bc i miss him, not proofread, rushed
Hyakuzawa, Oikawa, Aran, Sakusa
you and Hyakuzawa have been close friends since elementary school
Feelings never really surfaced until you reached high school, however, neither one of you had the guts to confess
maybe it’s about time you make a move?
the tall middle blocker was taking a drink from his bottle of water, in the middle your conversation
poor dude doesn’t know what’s ahead of him until you bend down to grab your own drink, using his leg as leverage
his eyes flicker to the warmth on his thigh and notices your hand, catching him off guard
that’s when he almost chokes on his water and he’s coughing like he’s going to drown
you quickly stand, worry filling your eyes
“Hyakkun!!” he places a hand up when you try to move closer to inspect him
“Ahem! I-I’m…fine…” he tries to clear his throat, face now blotchy with redness, probably from choking on the water, maybe…probably…
“Are you sure?” you ask, eyes wide with curiosity.
looks like I’ll do this confessing later, you think to yourself
his eyes reach deep into yours, getting lost in them.
“Hyakkun?” your voice brings him back to reality, blinking rapidly.
“Oh…um…” he clutches tightly on his bottle, looking down.
You nod, allowing him to continue. Your used to his mannerisms and you could tell that now he’s mustering up the courage to say something, eyes closed and breaths slowing down.
Does he need to go to the hospital? This little flirting hack didn’t really work as I tho—
“Let’s date,” he finally states. His eyes open to see your reaction, hoping for a positive response. “O-of course, if you’re not uncomfortable with it, but if y-you are uncomfortable, then—”
“Okay, where?” you ask, almost too casually that one could tell that you’re actually ecstatic. Your heart could burst out of your chest right now
Hyakuzawa smiles and you could see his shoulders relax from relief. “Oh! Just so you know—just so we are CLEAR. This isn’t like our usual ‘dates’. This is more of a—”
“romantice date,” you confirm, nodding. “Date between two people who like each other, romantically.” You fold your hands together to demonstrate the idea of romance.
He blushes, nodding. “Yes, because I…like you.”
Finally, finally!
Squealing from happiness, you jump into his arms, hugging him and he’s hugging you back, chuckling.
“About damn time…I like you, too.”
sitting down in front of Oikawa, you lean over a little to grab something you “dropped”
an arm extends to hold onto the setter’s leg
and before you could lift yourself back up, you feel his hand slide into yours, grabbing it tightly and…pulling it
“Oikawa, wha. . .” your voice falters as your body is pushed toward his, your faces inches from each other, and your hand still kept hostage by his side.
“Y/N-chan~” he starts cheerfully. “What do you think you’re doing?” His voice drops an octave. Your heart skips a beat.
No, this is your moment. He can’t be the one to fluster you all the time.
Oikawa, being the natural flirt he is, is always making you flustered with his playful remarks
so you play off a smirk, twisting your wrist to entwine your fingers with his.
“I dunno, but if you wanted to hold my hand, you coulda just asked.”
the setter is at a loss for words. You never really flirt back cuz he knows your weak points and he loves to see you crumble
but he’s gotta admit, this side of you is a sight to see
a blush on your cheek forms and he knows that this charade of yours can only last long
bc at the end of the day he’s the one who always has the last word
Oikawa returns the smirk
and he cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb across it
“Hmm, you’re right, sweetheart,”
it’s like his thumb is a paintbrush with how the color on your cheeks only deepen with his touch
“but it seemed like you wanted to hold hands. I was nice enough to save you the trouble of asking.”
you both kept eye contact, and you swore that for the first time in your life, you notice a blush forming on his cheeks
perhaps your methods were effective.
Aran, Inarizaki’s ace, the wing-spiker, and most importantly the guy you’re crushing on
you were sitting on a park bench next to him, taking a break from a walk
the others were supposed to come but they said they were ‘busy’ (they knew abt your crush and was trying to help you)
and yet!
you tried to give him many signs; he is still clueless
like the time you were placing your hand on his thigh which made the ace flinch
he looks and sees you bending down to adjust the flap of your shoes
“Oh, y/n,” he says, making you look up. “I can help you with that.”
you move your hand as he kneels to the ground next to you and…ties your shoelaces
they were untied?! you were too busy thinking about his reaction to your hand being on his thigh that you didn’t realize your shoelaces were a mess
“all good?” he asks once he was done. He looks up at you, an arm resting over his propped up knee, smiling.
he doesn’t understand that when he’s always nice to you like this, you’re always left flustered, brain unable to function
“Y-yes, Th-thank you,” you blush.
“Let me know if you get tired. I can give you a piggyback ride if you want,” he says, standing back up and bringing out a hand to help you up
Like, does this man know what he’s saying?!?!??
well, this idea is ruined. Onto the next.
an idea pops into your head as your leisurely hanging out with your dear friend Sakusa who also turns out being your crush
you “accidentally” drop the bag of chips on the floor, and bend down to grab it again
another hand sneaks onto the boy’s thigh as leverage
and you’re hoping it would elicit a reaction out of him
but instead he laughs.
“Pfft. You’re not actually eating that again, are you?” he asks in disbelief, judging you with his eyes.
Your face heats up, quickly removing your hand from embarrassment. “Of course not. It’s empty now.”
“You’re so clumsy these days.” If only he knew why…
He takes the empty bag from you, curling it into a ball shape and throwing it into the nearest trash bin successfully
You watch in awe not only because of his impressive shot but because of the fact that he took something from the ground with his bare hands, and it wasn’t his own trash
The Sakusa you knew would’ve made someone else throw away their own trash
but it’s you, so he doesn’t mind
“What?” he says when he catches you staring. “Want another bag?” he asks, reaching into his backpack for another snack.
“No, no. I’m…okay,” you lie.
He shrugs. “Suit yourself,” and opens his bag of umeboshi (pickled plums), happily eating them.
But you were unaware that the image of your hand on his thigh would flash in his mind throughout the rest of the day.
He found himself questioning why he’s suddenly remembering that moment and why it gives him a funny feeling in his stomach
YOUR INSECURITIES BASED ON THE HQ CHARACTERS YOU LIKE
— 𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈
author’s note: hELLO EVERYONE we’ve finally come to the last school in the call out series for haikyuu: inarizaki!!! this features atsumu, osamu, kita, suna and aran :D doing this for the haikyuu characters was sO fUN so i hope i can end the series well for my boys ^^ enjoy!
other schools: the call out series masterlist
𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔
you don’t know when to stop. you’re always pushing yourself far beyond your limits, forcing yourself to do more, more, more until one day, you finally break. so why put yourself through so much pain? it’s because you need to prove that you have value. but as good as recognition from others feels, the person you’re trying to prove your worth to the most is yourself. you never think you’re enough, so you’re always doing more to compensate. ultimately, you’re just trying to convince yourself that you aren’t as pathetic as you really think you are.
𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔
you have poor coping mechanisms. when you’re stressed or upset, you either eat too much or you eat too little. you sleep all day, or you don’t sleep at all. you burst out with emotion or you completely shut yourself off from the world. you know it’s unhealthy, but you don’t know what else to do. everything feels like it’s spinning out of control and this is the only way that helps you feel sane. your false sense of security. you just need someone to pull you out of the water, to be there for you and tell you that everything will eventually be okay.
𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀
no one treasures you, and everyone takes you for granted. you’re the dependable friend, the one others can seek help from when they’re struggling. but once you’ve helped them back up on their feet again, they walk away from you, going on with their lives and leaving you out of it until the next time they need you again. it hurts. it hurts to not be appreciated. it hurts that no one is there for you like you are for them. it hurts that you’re only important to others when they need something from you.
𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀
there’s a void in your heart that you don’t know how to fill. you’re pessimistic, numb, and so very tired. you’re always neck-deep in your thoughts, which keep you up late at night because they’re the loudest when you’re alone. you often daydream and imagine yourself in a separate world because reality is cruel, harsh and painful. you act like everything’s fine, but deep down, you’re barely keeping it together. no one knows how truly sad and empty you feel. you wish you could just escape, to finally be happy and free.
𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍
in a group of three, you’re always the one left out. you get the least attention, either because the other two are closer to each other or they receive more attention from others than you do. you’re always the one in the background. sometimes, you wonder if they even remember you exist. everyone has their pairs except you. you just want to have your other half, the one person who will always pay attention to you and make you feel like your existence is worth something.
Bastard. Bastard Man. Puts his cold hands underneath your shirt and presses them to your tummy. Taps on your shoulder to show you a Youtube video right as you’re about to drift off. Farts under the covers and holds them up over your head, laughing as you scream at him in disgust and try to wriggle free. Absolute bastard man.
The biggest big spoon. He’ll tuck his arms around your middle and just haul you into his grip, his lips pressed to the back of your neck as he breathes in your scent.
He always wants to fall in bed with you as soon as he gets home after practice. Usually that’s not a problem as he gets home pretty late most nights, but on nights when you’re up late working he hangs around in the doorway with a blanket draped over his shoulders whining for you to come cuddle with him so he can actually get some sleep.
Hates leaving you in the morning. His heart breaks every time he has to slip out of your grasp and you frown and whine and reach out for him again. He always presses a kiss to your sleeping forehead as an apology.
Osamu Miya
Samu works a lot of late nights and a lot of early mornings, so he’s very protective of the time that he does have to just relax and cuddle with you. On more than one occasion he’s sleepily and quietly cussed out Atsumu over the phone for calling and waking him up during one of his precious days off.
Wants you to basically lay on top of him like Baloo and Mowgli from Jungle Book. No, you’re not too heavy. Yes, he can breathe just fine. Stop worrying and be his weighted blanket.
Likes hearing about your day and talking about his while the two of you lay in bed trying to drift off. Usually his days are pretty monotonous, so he likes to hear from you if you found any cool new shops or had a really weird day at work or saw any cute dogs on the street today. Of course, he’s never short for customer horror stories to share with you, either.
A midnight snacker, and sometimes he’ll drag you along to the kitchen with him so you can share a little something to eat together. He doesn’t like eating in bed, but he doesn’t like being away from you for too long either, so you’ve fallen asleep together on the couch a couple times while eating chips or popcorn or whatever he could find in the cupboards to satisfy your midnight cravings.
Kita Shinsuke
Another man who works very, very early mornings. He’s usually out of bed and out in the fields before the sun is even up. And he loves it, don’t get him wrong. But some mornings it’s hard to pull himself away from your warm grasp and head out into the chilly morning air.
Every morning before he leaves the house he brushes your hair back, presses a kiss on your forehead, and says, “I’m off. I’ll be home for lunch. I love you.” Then, without fail, he’ll pop his head back in through the doorway of your bedroom to add, “Don’t forget to make the bed.” He insists that you sleep better that night when you make the bed in the morning first.
Loves when you run your fingers through his hair. It reminds him of when he was little and his grandmother would softly comb her fingers through his hair when he was sick, and it makes whatever stressors he faced during the day melt away as he drifts into a peaceful slumber.
He’s definitely the type of person to warn you about not drinking anything caffeinated after around 2 PM. When you can’t sleep he reminds you of it, not in an ‘I told you so.’ sort of way, but more of a ‘Maybe this is why.’ Sort of way.
Ojiro Aran
Not really much of a guy for lazing around, but Aran knows to relax when he needs it. And if he wants you to cuddle with him he has no problems just wrapping his arms around your middle and dragging you from the kitchen or the living room or wherever you are and just lifting you into bed.
He loves movie nights with you. The two of you have frequent nights where you pile the couch with blankets and snacks and make your way through all sorts of different genres of movies while snuggled up together. You’ll take turns commentating over the movies, your back vibrating with the rumbles of Aran’s laugh.
If you fall asleep on the couch, movie nights or otherwise, he will carry you to bed. Sometimes he jostles you awake during this process, but despite your insistence to put you down he’ll carry you the rest of the way regardless. Usually he’s very good about not waking you as he carries you to the bedroom and tucks you into your side of the bed, though.
I can’t explain why, but Aran seems like the type of guy to me who has a morning stretching routine. Not a particularly lengthy or detailed one, but just enough to wake him up and get his blood moving in the morning. Sometimes you’ll hobble sleepily into the living room to catch him mid-stretch, and he’ll look up and smile at you and ask if you’re interested in joining him.
Suna Rintarou
The sleepiest man. If Suna could crash into bed with you the moment he gets in the door he would, and many nights he does. But if you’re not going to bed yet he’ll stand behind you and rest his head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your middle as he quietly pesters you.
“Come to bed.” “I’m almost done, Rin.” “Hrmmmmfgh...” “Just give me a minute, okay?” “...Come to bed.” “Rintarou.”
If he’s provided the horizontal space to do so, Suna will lay down and will fall asleep. He’s remarkably good at it. He falls asleep on the couch, the floor, at the kitchen table with his head tucked into his arms like he’s a high schooler falling asleep at his desk again. Regardless of this ability, he insists that he sleeps much better when you’re there, and will use that as leverage to convince you to stop what you’re doing and come take a nap with him.
He’d be hard pressed to admit it, but one of his favorite gifts you’ve ever gotten him are your set of matching pajamas you bought as a holiday present for the two of you one year. They’re obnoxiously bright red and covered with little white arctic foxes, flannel and insanely comfortable. Sometimes he’ll sneakily switch out your button-up top with his own just so he can see you swaddled in soft fabric of his shirt as you climb into bed.
notes this is kind of based off of my own family lol i hope you guys find this cute!! love you n have a good day <3 tryna take somebody home for christmas like this 🙄 somebody gf me up!!! 🗣🗣🗣
“do you know santa?”
“hm, i met him once or twice when i was younger. you excited for him this year?”
“mhm, mama said he's gon' get me that new disney princess doll house in the commercials— have you seen them?” aran chuckles as he talks to your baby cousin that is currently bouncing on his leg. she has bright excitement in her eyes and reminds him of the old home videos your mother had shown him of you an hour before.
“honey, can i borrow my boyfriend for a minute?” both aran and the little girl's heads lift to see you standing in front of them with a bright, kind smile.
“are you two gonna get married one day?”
“oh, definitely.”
“aran,” you yelp in his direction before turning back to your cousin, “they're watching the grinch in grandma's room... the cartoon version.” you whisper the last part to her and the girl jumps up from aran's knee, she gets halfway across the room before turning back and rushing to give aran a hug before she goes.
“i hope i'm the flower girl at your wedding, see you later!” she giggles at your shocked face before racing back towards her grand mother's room, a loud “no running in here!” coming from one of your aunties.
“hope she didn't bother you too much.” you sit beside him on the couch and interlock your fingers, he rubs your knuckles with his thumb. he sees your lips quirk up again at the feeling.
“nah, she was cute. she reminded me of a certain someone i saw when she was younger-” his sentence is cut off by you groaning and burrowing your face into his neck. he chuckles and leaves a soft kiss on your head, the scent of your shampoo and conditioner filling his senses.
there's a bright christmas tree right beside him, older adults conversing at the table, loud chatter from the back of the house coming from the children, the clattering of dishes coming from the kitchen. aran grins and leans down to have his lips be near your ear.
“i wasn't joking about marrying you one day, wanna spend every christmas like this.” he mumbles and he can feel you smiling on his skin. you back up to look him in his eyes and before you can continue talking, you're interrupted.
“where is this little boyfriend i haven't met yet? name!” you hear your grandma's voice and when you look up, you see your favorite cousin standing right beside her. aran sees your grin widen and you jump up while pulling him towards your family.
“hope you don't plan on backing out of that promise after this, pretty boy.” you quietly tease to him before winking.
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“Then what do you suppose we do?”
You shrug, resting your head atop your arms as you slouch against the counter, “I’m not sure,”
“We could always get married,” Aran suggests, and he smiles, pearly whites on display as he leans in real close, “We could even have a June wedding.”
And you snort in response, glancing toward the wild display of your friends, watching them as they go about their merry lives in your lovely home. The rooms are suddenly bright; full of laughter and a little bit of what one could call magic, leaving a flutter settling into your heart, its warmth traveling through you with complete certainty as you revel in their joy.
“Think they’d survive without us during the honeymoon?” You ask, and you shuffle in your seat while carefully eyeing the twins as they drunkenly help each other sit down, Osamu’s arm slung lazily across his brother’s shoulder, his arm narrowly avoiding the splash of Atsumu’s drink.
“Not a chance,” he huffs, titling his head ever so slowly, “Does that mean you’ll say yes?”
“Hm, maybe. It would be better for taxes.”
He ducks his head low, breath fanning over your face as you catch the twinkle in his eye, gleaming and bright and nothing less than spontaneity, “Since when have we ever cared about taxes except the dreaded time to do them?”
“Where would you even get the ring? We’re in our twenties, broke, and currently in college debt — the earliest we could buy one would be when we’re, like, seventy, and taxes are only the tip of the iceberg!”
Aran laughs, all belly and no fear as his shoulders shake and you watch as he gently tilts his cup back and forth, the dark liquid inside sloshing around endlessly, “Then I guess I need to start saving,”
You deadpan, and then an idea pops into your head, lips twitching into the beginning of a smile, “It should be ugly.”
“The ring… should be ugly?”
And you huff, listening as your friends’ hollers and Bokuto’s surprised gasp echoing throughout your home as Kenma and Kuroo bicker quietly under the sporadic thudding of feet, “Oh yeah, so ugly they’ll think it’s a joke and we can secretly get married and go on our honeymoon under the guise of a business trip and we’ll be chaos free for at least two days before they destroy the world. It’s a win-win,”
Aran scrunches his brows, mouth twisting into a soft frown while his finger pokes at your forehead, “Except we both work different jobs and they’re still nosy.”
“Yeah, well, so are we—,” you roll your eyes, batting his hand away as you swirl your chair around, feeling the cold from the floor seep into you as you look back at him, “—and the odds haven’t beaten us yet, have they?”
It takes him a while to register your words before he’s grinning — a much different one than before; less only joy and more full of ideas and plans and all things fairy tales connecting themselves in his brain, but his smiles are all the same to you; they are big dreams and fulfilled promises and as you watch this one crawl across his face, you are sure that all you can see is a life you want nothing more than to lead.
He’s in front of you in seconds, hand gripping yours as he takes you striding across the room in a slow waltz to no music. In truth, to dance forever with him, you have never needed it anyway, and you imagine that is why you two never lose rhythm. So you let your fingers intertwine with his, feeling the love of his body find its way to yours like it always has, because there is no other way to love him than truthfully, and wholly, and of countless wishes like the ones you spend giving to each other.
“So... does that mean you’ll say yes?” Aran asks hopefully, and you can feel his heart thump against yours as you press together, almost skin to skin, “I’ll even let you pick out the ugly ring and our rendezvous point,”
You bite your lip, resisting the chuckle that aches to escape you, feeling the edge of history play upon your breath, and for a moment, you envision yourself a bird on the wings of the breeze; in love with their freedom and the earth and all wonders with it — falling, falling, dropping to begin to fly and feel it all over again, and then, like the bird, you do.
Your lips brush against his, “It means ask me again.”
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♡ukai will never stop giving you his sweaters. blizzards could roll in and the minute you begin to shiver slightly, a sweater, lingering with the scent of his body wash is thrown in your face. don't even attempt to give it back because he will just give you another one instead. you let him do it though because when he sees you warm, you know he feels proud of himself, and hell, the sweaters are a nice bonus.
♡fireside cuddles seem to occur more often with yamaguchi. its almost a sixth sense to start a fire as soon as you come home. dragging you to the couch, piling a multitude of blankets on you as he starts up the fireplace. yamaguchi will come back over to curl up with you. watching the fire go from a roaring orange glow to small red embers as you fall asleep in your lovers arms. happy and content.
♡coco bombs are a must have. tendō takes the process of making these as seriously as possible. that however doesn't eliminate the amount of fun that he usually presents with you. laughter fills the air as you get chocolate on satori's nose. turning to you, feigning betrayal, "how could you y/n?!". you squeal as he tickles your sides, love and warmth resting through the air as you two laugh together.
♡aran loves the snow that falls. he loves the way it turns your cheeks cold, makes your breath crisper. he awaits every year to see the way snowflakes land themselves in your eyelashes. dragging you outside with the promise of coco if you just come out for "just 10 minutes". you begrudgingly agree and in those 10 minutes, your lover swears he can fall in love with you all over again.
a/n - uh huuuh yeah yeahh push it push it 💅🏾 123 now go! anyways reblog’s are very swag
Aran is tired of you. Every time you try to turn something into a bet he gives you that look. “Not everything has to be a competition you know” Most of the time he says no or ignores you so when he actually indulges you’re surprised. He bets that if he wins you have to relax with the bets for awhile but the cycle will continue. You probably bet on who would win h the Miya’s next fight and pulls whoever he bet on to the side telling him he has to win or he might just fight him next.
Oikawa is competitive as well. 100%. You make tons of bets? Fine by him he’ll even put money on it. You guys would bet on the smallest things like who would wake up first the next day or who could hold their breath the longest. Also you can’t tell me Oikawa isn’t a sore looser. “You won one out of the many bets I’ve won that’s not a flex.” He’d get over it fast and make a new bet sooner or later. When he wins the bets he would rub it in just to feel the satisfaction of victory.
Tsukishima would ignore the bets unless they catch his interest. Bet on who would finish their food first and he’d role his eyes and not participate but bet on who’d get a higher grade on the next test and he’d happily take part. He’d even help you study just to be petty. Let’s say you two are playing Mario Kart together, you’re just sabotaging each other the entire time. It wouldn’t even just be you two you would bet on other people as well. Kageyama and Hinata having another competition? You’d bet on who would win. Tanaka and Noya being chaotic again? You’d bet on how long it’ll take Daichi to get mad.
Sugawara takes part in the bets but mainly to get you to do things. Like if he wins the bet you better finish all your homework for that night or just the randomest things like if he wins he gets to make a secret handshake for you two and you’re not allowed to complain about it. You’d also bet on the weirdest things. Does noya put his milk before his cereal? Does kageyama wear socks to bed? What kind of music does Tsukki listen to? This could also easily turn into a date. Like let’s say you bet on who’s a better baker. It’ll eventually end up as a baking competition. Doesn’t matter who wins at the end of the day you two are in a kitchen with each other making food.
