#drabble-mp4

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.

With strained politeness, he gave the camera a side-eye before looking back at the reporter, standing at a sensible distance. “Hi.”

“A fan on Twitter asked what you like doing for your cheat days, if you even have those?” she asked excitedly with a bright, practised grin. She held the microphone up to Kageyama’s face, which had morphed into something confused and slightly… angry?

“I would never cheat on my partner, there will be no cheat days,” he answered decisively, practically stomping his foot for emphasis and hands clutched into fists at his sides. “And I will not take any more questions of that nature.”

The reporter was left a little speechless, gaping at the athlete and stunned by the realisation that the misunderstanding had insulted the man she was tasked with interviewing. “I’m so sorry, that’s not-“

“It’s fine. But no more questions about my partner, please. We’re very happy together.”

The reporter took a deep breath, settling into a calmer smile and nodding in agreement. “The fans will be glad to hear that, Kageyama. How about the game today? Anything you feel went particularly well?”

Happy that the topic moved on, Kageyama answered like he usually would, completely unaware of how many times he would have to relive this misunderstanding in the future, from you showering him in kisses when he got home to his teammates sharing the clip in their group chat for laughs.

He might've been confused, but at least he had good intentions.

So they were shocked when he arrived at the New Year’s party holding hands with you. Your face was adorned with a bright smile and you waved eagerly the second you faced the rest of the attendees.

“This is my fiancé,” Sakusa said, using his free hand to gesture to you as if it wasn’t obvious who he was talking about.

“Hi!” you greeted cheerily.

“If anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself,” he added for no apparent reason other than seeing Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata’s jaws drop at his unusual display of affection.

You chuckled as if this was completely normal. “It’s so nice to be here, I’ve heard a lot about you!”

“Now get back to the party, thank you.” After finishing his introduction, Sakusa swiped you away so you could both wash your hands in the bathroom.

The silence settled for only a minute, until-

“Pay up, ‘Tsumu. Told you he didn’t make her up.”

He groans, pulling you even closer, which in turn makes you snuggle into him even more.

“I’m so hungry,” he mumbles. You hum to confirm you heard him but make no further attempt at doing anything about it. “So hungry that… I could eat… You.”

Chomp!

That's the only warning you get before you feel Osamu’s teeth clutch onto the thicker part of your arm, munching loosely and making fake gnawing noises.

“Samuuu!!” you squeal, twisting to try and escape but finding his arms much too strong.

‘My boyfriend ate me out this morning,’ your friend would share later over a glass of wine, definitely bragging.

‘My boyfriend just ate me altogether,’ you would sigh in response.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Suna watched from across the cafeteria as you frowned, leaning away from your phone screen in disgust as you watched the video. It made a small laugh huff between his lips as he tried to hold back the satisfied smile.

From y/n: I can’t send this to her?? she’s head over heels for that piss-head

From Suna: oh it’s actually for your friend

With an ungraceful sound of realisation that you were in fact asking for a friend and not just using it as a cheeky excuse, Suna glanced at Atsumu who was currently stuffing his face with onigiri, his cheeks covered in stray rice as he talked while chewing.

From Suna: he doesn’t have any good angles tho, you’re on your own

And he thrived in the way you found his eyes across the room to hit him with a glare because at least you weren’t the one crushing on the twin. Even if you were, his video planted enough doubt in the Miya genes to last until he finally asked you out. Crisis averted.

Your boyfriend wasn’t a big eater, and events like this made it even more apparent to those around him, meaning more people felt inclined to force him into eating.

While everyone else feasted, Tsukishima couldn’t help how his eyes followed you from where he sat on the stairs going into the gym. You and Yachi were trying to reach for food, but constantly got cut off by freakishly tall teenage boys lacking any spatial awareness.

He considered it for a moment before getting up and walking over to Ennoshita, who was happily conversing with Fukunaga.

“Captain,” Tsuki started. “Did you see where they put the plates? I’m quite hungry.”

“You’re hungry? Let me get it for you!” That’s all it took for the team’s new dad to scramble around to get him a plate of food. Tsukishima didn’t have to do anything but wait with his arms stretched out until a much too full plate was tucked into his hands. “There you go, eat up!”

“Thanks.” With a smug smile, he snuck off to where the managers hung out, raising his eyebrows when he caught your eyes. “Here,” he said, holding the plate out. He had to use both hands to balance all that food, and drew a sharp breath when his fingers brushed against yours while handing it over.

Yachi gasped, hands shaking with excitement at the prospect of deliciously grilled food. You smiled and chuckled softly, taking the plate from him. “Thank you! Have you eaten as well?”

Tsuki shrugged, already turning away, lest he blow the cover of your secret affections. “I’ll have some too, don’t worry.”

masterlist

your husband thinks he knows you pretty well by now; the only grey zone was the first day of your period. somehow, you always managed to surprise him with something then.

now, as you’re lying in bed, curled up under the duvet and groaning as the pain rolls through you in unpleasant waves, your husband is tiptoeing around you and making sure you have everything you need.

until…

“you did this to me,” you mumbled, catching him off guard in the way you glared at him.

his jaw dropped, and he considered the pros and cons of just agreeing and taking the blame if that made you feel better. “I see…”

“if you got me pregnant, I wouldn’t have my period.”

his lips were now entirely pursed, a small squeak sounding from his throat. he sure would love to get you pregnant, but you both agreed to wait another year.

instead of speaking his thoughts, he came over to your side and stroked your arm comfortingly, urging you to relax so you could sleep it off. “I know, honey. how about I order your favourite pizza for dinner later?”

it might sound like he was talking to a child, but it worked as you scrunched your face up in pain and nodded at the suggestion. “you’re so good to me.”

he lifted his palms and shoulders, thinking to himself hell yes I am. “it’s easy when it’s you, my love.”

it is not. he loves you, but you're going to cause him a heart attack.