#lev drabble

kageyama tobio:

you were currently sitting at dinner with your boyfriend, keeping your gaze on him while he inhaled his food like it was nothing. you guessed it was a habit that formed way back when him and hinata would make a competition out of everything, but it was still quite strange to see the habit stick so many years later.

when kageyama turned his attention to you, while simultaneously eating his meal, he couldn’t help but wonder why you were staring at him so intensely. without swallowing, he asked: “wha’?”, with his mouth still filled to the brim.

“why do you get morning woods, tobio?”, you absentmindedly wondered, just to snap out of it as your boyfriend started to choke.

immediately jumping to your feet, you walked around your dinner table and gave him a few slaps on his back, as he started coughing. without a word, the setter quickly got up and ran to the bathroom as his coughing fit continued.

feeling guilty about being the cause for your black-haired partner almost chocking to death, you started pacing around your kitchen, hoping to calm yourself down.

a whole five minutes later, the 6’2’’ man slowly made his way back, almost bumping into the door because he was staring at his phone.

“tobi’! i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to- “

“’morning wood’ is a slang term that refers to a person having an erect… penis when they wake up in the morning. the medical term is nocturnal penile tumescence”, he read out loud, completely butchering the scientific name. “some call it having a nocturnal erection. NPT is not- “

looking at him as if he lost his mind, you tried to interrupt him. “tobio, wha- “

“a result of sexual- “

“did you just spend five minutes in the bathroom googling what a morning wood is?” at that, he finally stopped reading, avoiding eye-contact with a bright blush on his face.

“…maybe.”

 haiba lev:

“truth or dare?”

it was kuroo’s turn to ask, so of course he directed his question at yaku. the 5’5’’ man knew exactly the question would suck, no matter if he picked truth or dare, so with a sigh, he uttered: “truth.”

the nekoma reunion party the guys would throw once every year, had a tradition of playing ‘truth or dare’ and, of course, it got suggestive at times, especially when kuroo was the one asking questions. seeing as you were also invited, as their former manager, you knew a lot more personal stuff about the boys then you sometimes would like.

you sat beside your boyfriend lev; your hands intertwined in his lap as you watched kuroo’s signature cheshire grin spread on his face.

“did you have a morning wood today?”, the former captain provocatively inquired, knowing it would annoy yaku to no end.

“no”, morisuke shot back while glaring at kuroo, completely done with his bullshit. and as the two started bickering back and forth for the nth time that day, you turned your gaze towards your oversized boyfriend, before wondering: “why do guys get morning woods, lev?”

if the room was quiet enough, you might have heard how the gears started to turn in lev’s head, as he tried to come up with an answer. “uh… biology?”, he retorted a few seemingly endless moments later, even though it most definitely sounded like a question.

“so, you don’t know”, you deadpanned.

“…no”, he confessed, making you turn your attention to kuroo, knowing that the rooster head would have the answer unlike your handsome and cute dumbass of a boyfriend.

hinata shoyo:

this was the first time you actually stayed over at your boyfriends, or at any man’s house for that matter. when you usually had one night stands before getting together with him, you always dipped right after the main event, not wanting to deal with the awkward morning after.

as you laid there beside him at 8a.m., you realized that you never felt more relaxed. the sun shining through the curtains, the peace and quiet of a sunday morning and you, in the arms of a certain ginger man.

smiling softly, you slowly turned around to face him, only to freeze as you felt something poke your thigh. of course, you knew morning woods existed, you weren’t living under a rock. but you did always wonder why guys had that problem.

as your thoughts circled around whether it had something to do with him being unsatisfied from the night before, hinata finally woke up.

“hey there beautiful”, he rasped in his morning voice, tightening his arms around you, resulting in his erection to press against your thigh even more.

“morning sho’”, you softly responded, only to seize up at the added contact.

frowning, hinata turned to lay on his back, asking: “why are you so stiff? did you not sleep well?”

“why are you hard, shoyo? i mean, why do you get erections in the morning?” hinata looked down at his erect dick pressing against his sheets, before focusing back on your face.

“uh… good question? it kind of just happens.”

intrigued, you pressed: “so, you’re not horny right now?”

“not really, i kinda need to pee though”.

“so, you get an erection when you need to pee?”, you wondered, now only more confused than before. “yeah, guess so. you want me to google real quick?”

damn, you thought. you completely forgot google existed. not the way you thought your boyfriend would help you with your curiosity, but this’ll do.

what’s more romantic than searching ‘why do guys get morning woods’ with your significant other on your first morning together?

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You had been practicing your smile in the mirror for months now, but it still just looked wrong to you. You wanted to smile for your boyfriend without feeling so vulnerable, but you were still incredibly insecure about it.

Maybe now wasn’t the right time to be practicing it. You had been inside with Kuroo and other friends, and you had begun to show a little bit of a smile, but you wanted to escape as soon as you did. It felt like everyone was staring at it. It didn’t help that you never showed it, so it was probably surprising to them, giving them more reason to look.

Which was why you were standing outside, staring at your phone, trying to form an expression that wasn’t nauseating. So far, you were having no success — your smile looked fake and like it didn’t fit on your face. You were so focused that you didn’t hear Kuroo come outside, and you only noticed him when he was leaning towards you. After an immoderately passionate kiss, during which Kuroo made you jump by circling one arm around your back to pull you closer and resting the other hand on the wall behind you, you let out a shaky sigh of annoyance.

“Why did you attack me like that? I was just getting some air.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, smirking. “It looked to me like you were practicing your smile.”

“Don’t spy on me like that! And that’s not what I was…” You trailed off. Kuroo was still hovering close to your lips.

“Whatever you were doing, you were absolutely irresistible,” he observed quietly. He kissed you again. “Smile?”

“No. It’s not ready.”

“Not ready? I think it is, from what I saw.”

You smiled slightly, and turned your face away so that he couldn’t see it fully.

“Look at you!” he exclaimed under his breath. “It’s not so bad. I wish I could see it more.”

“Yeah, well,” you said, and didn’t continue.

“Just try, okay?”

“I am.”

“Sounds good,” he said, gazing at your mouth again.

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“What do I have to do to earn a smile from you?” he asked, tilting his head at you. “I know it’s gonna be beautiful.”

You pressed your lips together, the urge to smile fading. He really was trying his hardest to get you to smile. But you didn’t want to show your teeth. You didn’t like the way your face looked when you smiled. And you wanted Atsumu to still find out attractive. 

“I don’t like smiling, but if I did then you would have already seen it a lot,” you assured him softly.

“What? You don’t like smiling?”

You had been hoping he wouldn’t focus on that part of the statement. “No. But it’s nothing personal, ‘Tsumu.”

“But I’m sure you have a nice smile! C’mon, why don’t you like smiling?”

“I dunno. I don’t like it.” You wanted to change the subject, but he kept pressing.

“You always cover your mouth when you do smile, and it makes me sad.”

“I’m sorry.” What else were you supposed to say?

“I don’t really get it, but I promise that whenever you do decide to smile freely with me, I won’t be judging it.”

“It’s just a smile.”

“Yes, exactly, babe, it’s just a smile.” Atsumu leaned over to you and kissed you. “A smile I intend to bring out if it’s the last thing I do.”

the one where his eyes are a little more doe-eyed, his face a little too innocent, and his demeanor a little too sweet. one that you’ve had to see a bit more often than you probably should.

the one you’ve learned to identify as the bearer of his chaos.

“good morning baby!” he exclaims, rushing to you and wrapping you in a hug, “did you sleep well?” he simpers, laying kisses down all over your face.

you’re not moved, however. you narrow your eyes at him in skepticism, and allow him a single kiss on your lips before you’re repeating your question, “good morning, mind letting me know why i woke up to the smell of smoke and metal banging in the kitchen?”

his beam freezes a little, and that’s when you know you’ve caught him. you’re about to speak again when he hurriedly tries to cover up his momentary slip.

“what do you mean?! smoke, what smoke? i don’t smell any smoke, not at all! i haven’t heard any metal banging either, i don’t know what you’re talking about—” he rambles, hands flailing and eyes looking everywhere but at you, “—maybe you dreamt it and thought it was real! yeah, i think you must’ve dreamt it, there’s no way you could’ve smelt smoke—”

he’s laughing nervously and talking too fast, and you’re slightly concerned about the lack of air he’s taking in.

“baby—lev, sweetheart, slow down,” you grab his face, and his cheeks squeeze together to make his lips pucker up into an adorable pout that begs a kiss from you, “look at me,” you add, when you see his gaze falling everywhere but on you. gingerly, his emerald eyes meet yours and the silent apology you can already see in them makes a small laugh leave you.

you place a short peck on his lips and let his face go before speaking, “if you tell what happened right now, i won’t get mad at you, promise.”

“promise?” he mumbles, biting his lip anxiously and looking adorably like a kicked puppy. in the back of your mind, there are warning bells going off—because what on earth could he have done to look so regretful?—but you decide to ignore them and focus on the much more appealing urge of smothering your boyfriend in kisses.

“promise,” you swear, and watch as he sighs and leans into you, arms circling your frame and burying his next words into the crook of your neck.

“what? i didn’t hear you,” you comb through his hair, furrowing your eyebrows when he whines and shakes his head, “c’mon, just repeat it a little louder.”

“iburnedtwoofourpansandusedupallourmilkandeggsandmeltedaplasticplate” he quickly spits, the words too muffled and fast for you to properly catch them.

“i don’t—” you sigh, and lift his head off your shoulders to look at him, “stop muffling your words,” you grumble, “now say it again. slowly.”

he squeezes his eyes shut and this time, the words come out loud and clear, “i-i burned two of our pans, used up all our milk and eggs, and melted a plastic plate!”

the words freeze you in your place, and before you can properly process them, he’s already going on a spree of apologies.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, please don’t be mad at me—” he’s shaking you by the shoulder and there’s desperation in his words, “—i know we said i’d leave the cooking to you for the good of humanity but it’s your birthday and i really wanted to make something for you so i thought breakfast in bed would the perfect thing to wake up to—”

“—and i even asked fukunaga for help since he’s a chef and it was going really, really well at first actually but then i forgot about the food and i kept forgetting about it—”

you blink rapidly, your sleep-addled mind not allowing you to fully understand what he’s saying. abruptly, you grab his face again, pushing his cheeks together to stop the flow of words. he lets out a small noise, eyebrows furrowed in question.

and maybe it’s the tendrils of sleep that’s still clinging to your consciousness. maybe it’s the birthday spirit that’s making you feel rather generous. or maybe you’re just really head over heels in love with the man pouting in front of you.

whatever the reason may be, it erases whatever traces of anger or annoyance you had at hearing his words. it makes you burst out laughing, loud and breathless, shoulders shaking and nose scrunched up. it makes you giggle through the kisses you give your boyfriend, messy from your uncontrollable beam but just as sweet as ever.

it makes you feel warm and light, because he might have ruined a few pans and melted some plates and increased your future grocery bill, but he also woke up early in the morning instead of sleeping into the afternoon as he usually does, called up an old friend he hadn’t spoken to in a while just for some cooking advice, and tried again and again and again to make the perfect breakfast for you because it’s your birthday, and he thought you deserved no less.

he tried for you, and repeated every determined action over and over with love and care, and that makes it a little hard to be mad at him.

he looks bewildered and relieved, if not a little worried, but there’s a fond smile that plays at his lips, one that tastes like honey against yours and grows at the continuous chuckles that leave your mouth.

you wrap your arms around him and hold him close with a happy sigh. the grin doesn’t leave your features, and there’s a short moment of content silence where you bask in each other’s presence.

“so, can i assume you’re not mad at me,” he breaks it, smiling sheepishly and making you playfully roll your eyes. you hum in fake consideration, tracing the skin of his collarbones with your fingers, before you speak up.

“i’ll forgive you,” you begin, and you swallow a giggle at the hopeful look on his face, “if you take me to that really expensive amusement park i’ve been wanting to go to—today.”

what you didn’t expect was the smug grin that graced his features, and before you can question it, he’s already pulling you up and twirling you in his arms.

“well then,” he starts, reaching into his pockets and pulling out two pieces of paper, and your eyes widen when you realize they’re tickets.