Suna doesn’t care that much when you comment on the fact that he’s always slouching forward on the couch, probably ruining his back in the long run.

But he wishes he’d listened when you get the pictures back from the engagement, and he’s bent over like a shrimp on one knee to ask for your hand in marriage.

Zanka regularly hears you calling for “Dear” and turns around looking way too sweet, only to see you greeting little Dear Santa. Riyo and Enjin have seen it happen, and do not let him forget it.

Zanka thinks he‘s pretty good at keeping things romantic, flirting casually under his breath while the two of you are around headquarters. unfortunately, it’s regularly interrupted by either Guita or Dear tugging on your hands for your attention. if someone claims Zanka pouts about it, they have no proof.

whenever you have the evening off, the two of you spend all evening talking and cuddling in your room until sleep takes its hold. it’s rarely uninterrupted, though, as Guita sneaks in if she ever has a nightmare, hoping to stay with you and ending up between you and Zanka. it usually leads to Zanka on the floor.

and don’t get me started on the misconception that you’re romantically involved with Bro, which annoys Zanka to no end. no one guessed you, sweet you, to be dating someone who preferred not to work with the children.

but it could be nice, too, watching him stretch his patience a little further because he knows you’re watching. it’s much easier to get Zanka to teach them how to use their vital instruments better when he can impress you at the same time.

you like to think this progress is what makes Zanka soften up to Rudo after a while.

when the kids go to Hole town and then walk to Canvas town, you’re part of the small team following and watching over them. before leaving, Enjin assures Zanka, who’s still bound to a hospital bed, that he’ll take care of his ‘wife and kids’.

with red ears and a frown, he thanks Enjin without denying it.

You frowned, glancing slightly to your right, just to confirm no one was calling for you.

“Y/n!” he said again, and this time you managed to connect the unfamiliar voice to a slightly- then suddenly very familiar face.

“A…” It took a second for your breath to collect the memory of his name before it slipped past your lips. “Atsumu,” you greeted him warmly, a drastic change from your previous annoyance at the world and its inconveniences.

Like you’d been friends for years, he leaned in for a loose hug, and when you parted again, you adjusted your scarf a bit as if that would buy you more time. “What’s up, champ?”

It was so instinctive, laughing at whatever Atsumu said, like it all had an undertone of humour. It was all you had done on your first date, where he charmed you with joke after joke. Thinking back, he eventually fell off the dating roster because you excused any discomfort in acknowledging your feelings as an ick. “Nothing much, dawg.”

His laugh hit the same wavelength as yours as both of you mentally reminisced about that one running joke of pet names in the sports world being so inherently unsexy. 

“Or, actually, so much but nothing I want to talk about.”

His curious eyes levelled on you. “I get that. I’d say the same, but I’m actually doing so well. And love to talk about it.”

Your smile widened to an embarrassing degree, suddenly seeing Atsumu as this shining light you wanted to keep basking in instead of a threatening meeting with your own emotions. “That actually makes me so happy to hear. Heading home from work?” You checked your watch like you could have confirmed his answer yourself.

“Kind of. My brother opened a restaurant, so I thought I’d head over there. Maybe see if my good looks pull some customers in.”

You gasped in glee, letting his joke pass by as a flutter in your heart. “Osamu did?”

He blinked for a second before laughing it off. “He did. Yer very welcome to join me, ya know? We could catch up.” You were about to accept when he clicked his tongue. “But wait, don’t ya have dance class on Thursdays?”

It felt like the whole world stopped. All you could feel was the loud beating of your heart and your soul reigniting at feeling seen. How in the hell did a guy you went on less than a handful of dates with remember something as mundane as your schedule?

“We switched to Tuesdays for the new semester- How did you even remember that?”

“Hm? What do you mean?” He seemed genuinely confused by your question. “Why wouldn’t I? You were worth plannin’ dates with.”

And so was he. From then on out, he got all the dates he wanted.

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“Sakusa, my dear friend.”

You sat down on the bench, much too close to Sakusa as you handed him his bottle. In contrast to your less-than-innocent grin, Sakusa immediately looked at you with his purest form of disgust.

“Okay?”

Not deterred, you sighed dramatically for effect before lying through your teeth. “PR wanted me to ask if you’re dating anyone?”

His eyebrows furrowed further into despair, if that was even possible. “Why, did someone post anything about me? Bet it’s that stupid gossip page-“

“Never mind that, I’ll let them know you’re not,” you rushed out before leaning your chin on your hand. “Speaking of dating, is your cousin seeing anyone?”

Sakusa looked stunned, which was something you hadn’t unlocked before, and you hoped Atsumu was taking a sneak photo from wherever he found himself at the time. Meanwhile, you batted your eyelashes and awaited his answer.

“I don’t know.”

Your smile switched to mischievous at a dangerous pace, and Sakusa tried desperately to scoot away from you.

“I think you’d know if he was,” you suggested, wiggling your eyebrows and nodding your head. “Maybe you could throw in a good word for me?”

“This team is a prison.”

As he escaped from your conversational clutches, you rubbed your hands together like you had gained the most valuable information. “Brilliant.”

Suna cocked his head, thought for a second, looked down, and then shrugged. “Don’t think so. I usually zone out when he tells me what it’s for.”

You chuckled, each breath laced with casual affection for your partner. While he was watching you and taking occasional sips from his glass of water, you made your way over with a sheepish look. “Interesting…”

It was only when you got so close that Suna realised he hadn’t actually been catching your eyes. No, your eyes were stuck looking much lower. “Are you ogling me?” he teased.

Humming under your breath, you let your thoughts run free and cupped your hands around his breasts, so to speak. “I’m having this… primal instinct…” you joked, licking your lips obnoxiously when Suna didn’t pull away from your advances.

“Feel free to give in,” he smirked.

Who knew you would be the one admiring his chest for once? Suna would have to thank his trainer, and so would you.

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“Gao!” you called out, squeezing your way between the other athletes to find the tallest one in the room. “That was so cool!”

“You liked it?” he asked for double confirmation, a grin already plastered on as he leaned forward to ensure you heard him over the loud idiots on his team. “It’s alright if you found it boring.”

“I’m becoming a volleyball fan already. And I think I have a favourite team as well,” you tease, cheeks burning red despite your strong attempts at staying confident. When this seemed to inflate his posture and fill him with pride, you giggled and decided to joke with him. “EJP Raijin.”

“Oh, I see how it is, you minx!” he cooed in mock annoyance. “I guess Motoya could ask you out for dinner instead?”

Now you were the one taken by surprise, lips parted in thought and eyes blinking in wonder. “Were you going to ask me?” you asked him softly in return.

“I feel like I am right now.”

“I guess falcons aren’t that bad either.”

“I know. And I already booked us a table. Wait for me by the entrance; I’ll be quick.”

Your eyes smiled at him as he ran off, only to suddenly turn back and rush back to press a hurried kiss to your forehead. Looking back, you think someone might have been whistling at the display of affection, but you were too busy trying to calm your heartbeat down so Hakuba wouldn’t hear it all the way into the locker room.