#noya.thing

He's always wondered if he's weird, for not minding the pain. It helped him, in the past, to push himself farther than his peers. To let him work himself to the brink and past to improve. For Yū, the adrenaline high after he's pushed his body until his muscles refused to respond was something he lived for. Every time he lay on the cool waxed floor with his pulse racing and lungs burning- it felt good. He felt right.

The puzzle pieces click into place when he's caught in your bedspread, mind short-circuting as your nails rake thin red lines down his thigh. It's too harsh to be anything but painful - it wouldn't be suprising if they did more than welt- but the shock it sends up his spine has him biting down a hoarse sound as he thrusts into your mouth. Fuck. He's fine. He's more than fine, actually, muscles under the abused skin quivering as he rasps out:

Nishinoya taking you out on the sportfishing boat, fucking you, then throwing you overboard 😊

Nishinoya getting a painful back sunburn from clapping you doggy style over the safety railing ‼️

Daichi’s grip is firm. Holding his hand feels like a promise that everything’s going to be alright.

Tsukishima’s hands are cold. His circulation doesn’t reach the tips of his fingers as well as it should, and he finds warmth in yours instead.

Nishinoya will drum his fingers across your knuckles when he holds your hand. But that’s when he does hold it - he’s just as likely to be putting something in it, showing you something he’s found or preparing you for whatever your next activity is going to be.

Sugawara prefers to twine his arm in yours and lace your fingers together loosely because it “feels more solid” than just holding hands.

Hinata prefers to grip your wrist - he’s always pulling you forward, towards something good. He loves the view when he turns to look back at you, making sure you’re coming with him.

Asahi will slip a pair of his fingers into your palm for you to hold, for his benefit and yours. It grounds him and lets you know he’s thinking about you. 

Yamaguchi’s hands tend to be clammy, but he always returns his hand to yours after he wipes them off as fast as he can.

You know how Kageyama’s feeling by how strong his grip is - when he sees something he knows you’ll want to see too, his grip tightens before he turns to face you. 

Tanaka spends about as much time holding your hand as he does holding your shoulder. Or your arm. Or your waist. He just wants a hand on you- he loves knowing he has you by his side. 

Realistically, if you hugged them. (P1) - (p2) (p3)

Bokuto: sweat and Old Spice 5 in 1 body wash. I'm sorry, but I just know this man isn't taking any more time in the shower than absolutely necessary. Stinky. We love him anyway. Would KILL you with his hug.

Akaashi: printer ink and over-roasted coffee, sometimes a hint of sage cologne. Takes care of himself, even though his job as an editor leads to a lot of late nights and bad coffee. Would hold you as long as you needed.

Osamu: Rice wine vinegar undertones, unfortunately, but mostly smoky cedarwood. Will cradle you against his Dorito Chest and rock you when hugged.

Asahi: sandalwood and rosemary from the locally sourced fair trade lotion he buys! His hair smells like the expensive no-sillicone organic coconut conditioner he gets imported. An absolute delight to hug. Top 5 contender easily.

Sugawara: rosewater. He uses it as a toner in his 7 step skincare routine. You KNOW he hugs tight enough to break your ribs.

Hinata: you'd think citrus, but you'd be wrong! His sister gave him some brown sugar body wash as a Christmas gift and he uses it every time he bathes 🥺 Very warm and will squeeze you.

Kageyama: contractually obligated to wear a cologne he has a brand deal with. Very chanel-esque. Otherwise would smell kind of faintly like dairy due to the amount he eats 😬 does not know how to hug.

Nishinoya: unholy combination of sunscreen and monster energy drinks. Will pick you up and swing you when he hugs.

Yachi: sweet pea perfume 🥺 switches scents a lot, but always light and sweet! Will hug with all the power she has, which is not a lot.

Tsukishima: Almost no discernable scent. Arm and hammer detergent if you sniff hard, but this will end the hug early. On occasion, bergamot. Hugs half-assedly 😔

Yamaguchi: popcorn, not fries. He eats it in the break rooms at his internship a lot. Will hug back enthusiastically.

Ushijima: irish spring soap. Will pat you on the back when hugged exactly 3 times.

This came in friday night but uh. Yes. Have you seen my shit recently. I LOVE him.

I want to wake up holding him...... He would let me be big spoon with no fight 🥺

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Nishinoya is pressed tight against your chest. He fits in your arms like a puzzle piece, head tucked under your chin and legs tangled in yours. His shirt had ridden up in the night and you thumb along the warm skin that's been exposed. Heat radiates from him like a furnace- he's not the tallest, but he's solid, firm, sturdy. Dependable. Noya sighs, still mostly asleep but reacting to your touch. Your hand winds up to his shoulder and you smooth down his arm, soothing little lines along the muscle there as he turns slightly and burrows into you further.

You need to get up soon. You've got a whole day ahead and being a responsible adult means getting out of bed at a reasonable hour, even if it means you don't get to cuddle with your boyfriend.

...

Fuck, being a responsible adult sucks.

Your hand leaves his arm to tangle into his hair, still soft from his shower the night before. You knead his scalp lightly, feeling more than hearing the rumble in his chest as he stirs awake. He stretches languidly, pressing his back against you as he yawns.

"Morning, Yuu."

He closes his mouth as he finishes yawning, eyebrows drawn together and lips pouting. He rolls against you, turning to be face to face. A single brown eye peers at you through long lashes.

"Don' wanna get up yet."

Now this is novel. He's normally such a morning person- you have to beg him to sleep in, usually. You wrap your arms around him again and he buries his face into your shirt, grinning. A leg hooks over your thigh and he nuzzles further into your chest, moulding himself to your front. You trail a hand down his back, rubbing little circles as you go.

10 more minutes.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: short men fuck like they're trying to prove a point! Short confident men will straight up destroy you with their abilities!!!