#sydrabbles

It's been a really long day.

First exams, and then practice runs late. Coach Naoi goes out and buys a bunch of burgers for everyone once it's clear they're not going to make it home for dinner. The team sprawls out on the court to munch on the food, and Kenma takes the opportunity to immediately lay down on his side, using a volleyball as a pillow, and close his eyes. He's exhausted.

"Kenma, eat." Kuroo sits in front of his legs, nudging them gently with his elbow.

Kenma curls inward instinctively, burying his face further in his arm, as he tucks it around the volleyball. It's too much effort to sit up and eat right now, and he ignores any further attempts at rousing him. With a sigh, Kuroo gives up, yelling for Taketora to not hog the rest of the burgers and save one for Kenma. Knowing he'll get at least some rest now, Kenma relaxes against the wood of the court. He can feel his muscles growing stiff as a result of not doing enough cool down stretches, but he's too tired to care. He'll care later when it's difficult to move, but Kuroo will carry him if he gives him the right look.

Speaking of Kuroo . . .

Kenma feels the soft brush of fingers through his hair. He opens his eyes just slightly, thinking Kuroo wants his attention, but he's talking to Yaku and Kai beside him between bites of his burger. As he does, his fingers continue to run through Kenma's hair, lifting the strands, twirling them absently. He doesn't seem to realize he's doing it.

Normally, people touching him without his consent irks him. He definitely doesn't like people messing with his hair, moving it away from his face when he keeps it long and down for a reason. But this . . . this feels kind of nice. Kuroo's not tugging too hard or tangling the strands. His touch is whisper-soft and gentle, and Kenma imagines it feels like this when he pets the stray cats they see on the way home sometimes. A shiver runs down his spine, and goosebumps prickle his arms and the back of his neck, hidden beneath his sleeves and hair.

Kenma feels his cheeks grow warm, and he quickly shuts his eyes again. He doesn't make a sound or move a muscle, afraid if he does Kuroo will realize what he's doing and pull away. He'll probably apologize, which Kenma will hate because he doesn't like it when Kuroo apologizes for things that aren't his fault or actions Kenma doesn't mind him doing.

The fingers continue their tender movement, and pleasant tingles follow. Every once in a while, Kuroo's fingertips brush against his temple or the edge of his ear, and more heat blooms across Kenma's face and down his neck, into his chest. Thankfully, Kuroo's attention remains elsewhere, until Yaku says, surprised:

"Did Kenma just fall asleep on a volleyball?"

"Looks uncomfortable," Kai hums in agreement.

"Oh." Kuroo's fingers stop, as he no doubt looks down and notices. Kenma hears his soft chuckle, and his touch falls away. "I guess so. He can sleep pretty much anywhere, though, if he's tired enough."

"The second years had exams today," Yaku observes. "No wonder he's wiped out."

Kuroo's hand shakes his shoulder. "Kenma. Hey, Kenma."

"Mmrph." Kenma again buries his face, resenting Yaku somewhat for speaking up and ruining the moment.

Kuroo laughs again. "Come on sleepy head, it's time to go home. If you're that tired you can sleep on my shoulder on the train."

Kenma wrinkles his nose. "You probably smell," he says, even as he pushes himself up.

"I do not!" Kuroo protests, before taking a quick sniff at his underarm. He grimaces. "Well, maybe some. I'll hit the showers before we go, how about that?"

"It's whatever," Kenma says around a yawn. It's not as though he hasn't sat next to a stinking Kuroo before. And if they're going home, he'd rather do it now that he's up and awake than spend more time in the gym waiting for Kuroo to shower.

Kuroo stands, grabbing Kenma's arm to help him up as well. He notices the first and second years have already gone, and it's just Kuroo, Yaku, and Kai left in the gym, along with himself.

"When did everyone leave?"

"Man, you were really knocked out, huh?"

Kenma doesn't think he was, though. Was he so distracted by the feeling of Kuroo's fingers in his hair that he completely lost track of time? How disturbing. His face is growing warm again. Ducking his head to hide it behind his hair, he shoves his hands into the sides of his pants in lieu of pockets and heads for the door.

"Well, I guess we're leaving then. See you tomorrow!" Kuroo calls to the other two, following him.

He grabs their bags by the door, slinging them both over his shoulder instead of making Kenma carry his. A sting of guilt hits his chest, but he doesn't reach for it. His arms feel like they're connected to cement blocks anyway, and his feet shuffle against the sidewalk. He stifles another yawn.

"Don't tell me: you stayed up late playing your games even though you knew you had exams today."

Kenma makes a noise that's neither a yes or a no. He did, but he doesn't feel like being scolded. He knows he did well on his exams. Kuroo always helps him study.

Kuroo reaches over and ruffles his hair, a poor substitute for his ministrations earlier. Kenma swerves away, annoyed.

Kuroo laughs. "Make sure you go to sleep on time tonight! Make sure you eat, too. Don't think I won't follow up on that!"

"Fine," Kenma mutters, as his scalp tingles.

He ends up dozing on the train despite his best efforts, slumped against Kuroo's shoulder. He doesn't smell terrible. Kenma waits for him to start playing with his hair again, but his hands remain in his lap, thumbs twiddling.

aaaaaa semishira!! i hope you like it!!

set in the being human ‘verse because i had to (listen, i had to; we all needed some shirabu pov in this au)

1. “Good morning” kiss

Shirabu wakes first. He usually does, thanks to Goshiki getting up at the ass-crack of dawn to run with Ushijima. Most of the time Shirabu goes with him since he’s already awake, and the run does help get his body and mind working and ready for the day. But sometimes he just wants to sleep in, and that’s when he crawls into bed with Semi.

Except he’s so used to waking up early, that he does anyway. At least Semi doesn’t squirm as much in his sleep as Goshiki. Shirabu finds it rather peaceful, lying quietly next to his upperclassman, listening to the soft sound of his breathing and the birds chirping in the trees outside. With the curtain drawn, it’s still dark in the room. Outside the bedroom door, he can hear Goshiki’s footfalls racing back and forth, no doubt having forgotten something on his way out the door. He calls for Ushijima to wait for him, and Tendou’s laugh carries up the stairs. When Shirabu sleeps in Semi’s room, Tendou stays with Ushijima, so he probably got roped into the early morning run. Yamagata yells for Goshiki to keep it down, to which he shouts back an apology.

Finally the front door slams shut and silence falls over the house once more. Shockingly, Semi slept through all of that. Shirabu turns onto his side, studying the face beside him. Semi looks younger when he sleeps, Shirabu’s noticed. His expression isn’t pinched with worry or annoyance or fighting some emotion Shirabu can’t read. His hair lies limply against his face and pillow. It looks soft, and Shirabu can’t help but reach out to brush some of it back gently.

He’s still getting used to the feeling that fills his chest. He didn’t think he was capable of it for a long time. It grew gradually, over time spent with Semi and Goshiki, and even the others. Even when he recognized it, he tried to deny it, because it seemed so unlikely that any of them would reciprocate.

But they had, and he’s still trying to figure out how that’s possible.

Inching closer, Shirabu bites his lip, watching Semi’s dark eyelashes flutter against his pale skin. His gaze falls to Semi’s lips, open partway as he breathes through it, a tiny line of drool soaking into the pillow beneath him. Shirabu smirks, wishing he had his phone on him to take a picture and blackmail him with it later.

Since he doesn’t, he moves one finger to break the strand, wiping it on the pillow afterwards before leaning forward to slot his lips in-between Semi’s. He presses gently, not really wanting to wake him up, just following through on what the ache in his chest wants. He catches himself lingering, though, despite himself, and then he feels Semi exhale against him. His breath kind of stinks, and Shirabu starts to pull away.

Semi’s lips chase his, though, latching on firmly, as he kisses him back. Shirabu freezes, realizing he’s been caught. He can’t help but return the kiss, though, the ache in his chest growing stronger, as he pushes his fingers deeper into Semi’s hair, holding the back of his head as the kiss continues. It seems like several long minutes have passed before Semi pulls away first, this time.

His eyes blink open, and Shirabu stares back at him, not saying a word. He’s not going to admit to anything.

“Good morning,” Semi says slowly, a question in his eyes.

Shirabu removes his hand from Semi’s hair, turning onto his back as his nose wrinkles. “Your breath stinks.”

“You didn’t seem to mind so much a second ago,” Semi chuckles.

Shirabu’s face burns. “Whatever. I’m going to make coffee.” He sits up, swinging his legs off the bed to stand. Before he can, though, he feels Semi’s hand wrap around his wrist. He pauses, glancing back at him.

“You okay?” Semi asks, his eyes still hooded with sleep.

“Fine,” Shirabu says after another pause, pursing his lips. He tugs his wrist away. “You can sleep more if you want.”

“No, I’m definitely awake now,” Semi says with a smirk, sitting up. “I’ll make breakfast.”

Shirabu nods, standing then to make his way toward the door, willing his cheeks to cool. The ache has lessened, replaced with a warmth he’s still getting used to as well. He doesn’t mind it, though.

He kind of likes it, actually.

ohohoho thanks! i hope you like it!!!

21. Jealous kiss

The girls in Kenma’s class are really annoying. Some of them are fine. They keep to themselves or engage with their friends in quiet tones. But most of them are loud and they keep talking about boys and how they rank in measures of attractiveness from “cute” to “cool” to “hot.” They especially like comparing the different club captains. 

Hearing them talk about Kuroo in such a shallow way pisses him off. They go on and on about his grin, his hair, his body, comparing him to some of the other captains, talking about how he either measures up or doesn’t or surpasses them, until Kenma wants to fling his phone at them and tell them to shut up. He doesn’t, of course, but he does make his way quickly out of the classroom as soon as he can.

Kuroo’s waiting for him outside the gym like he usually is, scrolling through his phone as he leans against the wall. He looks up as Kenma stalks toward him, his expression lighting up the way it always does when he sees Kenma. Have those girls seen this Kuroo? Would they compare this look to someone else’s? 

The thought makes him even more irritated than before, and just as Kuroo’s slipping his phone into his pocket to greet him, Kenma grabs him by the front of his team jacket, yanking him down in order to press a firm kiss on his lips. Kuroo’s hands flail about before landing on Kenma’s shoulders. He doesn’t push him away, surprisingly. In fact, he starts to kiss him back.

Kenma pulls away, his face burning. That hadn’t been the point of this. Actually, what had been the point? He suddenly can’t remember.

Kuroo stares back at him in complete shock. “Huh? Uh, what?” he asks, brain short-circuiting in a way that’s almost visible.

“The girls in my class are annoying,” Kenma says by way of explanation, stepping back and releasing him.

“So you kissed me?” Kuroo asks incredulously, obviously not seeing the connection. “Care to expound on that??”

"Not really.” Kenma moves past him into the gym, leaving Kuroo sputtering behind him. Still, as he starts his warm-up stretches for practice, he realizes he does actually feel better. He bites back a smile and decides to be extra difficult today. He can’t let Kuroo get any ideas about what just happened.

being human ‘verse because of course it is~ i hope you like it!!

20. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” / 38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

tw: violence, injuries, death

Shirabu Kenjirou usually knows what to do. He’s intelligent and strong, and now that he knows what he is, has accepted it, he can control the part of him that’s half-demon. He’s powerful. He’s ripped monsters to shreds with a single thought. He’s banished demons back to their dimensions with a flick of his wrist. His magic is silent and deadly and few stand a chance against him in the heat of battle.

Yet despite all that, he’s unable to do anything, only stand frozen and watch, as a bolt of red energy strikes Semi Eita in the chest.

Time seems to slow. Even as the battle rages all around him, his teammates struggling to push back Malikra’s army, all he can see is Semi, as he falls, eyes wide with shock. Shirabu can feel pain spark across his own chest, through their bond. It feels as though someone has fired an arrow directly into his heart.

“EITA!”

hi!! oh gosh thank you so much!! i haven’t written for kagehina in foreeeever but i hope you like it!!

22. Giggly kiss

Kageyama stands directly in front of him wearing such an intense expression, Hinata finds himself bursting into nervous giggles.

“What’s what that face, Kageyama-kun?” he asks, hands reaching to curl into the front of Kageyama’s shirt. “It’s just a kiss.”

If anything, Kageyama’s frown intensifies. “I know that,” he says, his voice low. There’s a flush of red spreading over his cheeks, as he takes a small, deliberate step closer.

Hinata grins. He’s nervous too, he realizes, and for a moment they continue to just stand there, waiting. Hinata suddenly wonders if he’s supposed to make a move first. Is that what Kageyama’s waiting for? He rises up on his toes, just as Kageyama bends forward, and they end up colliding with a smack that sends them both reeling in opposite directions.

“Kageyama!!! Why did you do that?!” Hinata wails, grabbing at his forehead where pain has erupted across his skull.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, dumbass!!” Kageyama roars back, rubbing at the spot on his own forehead.

“You ruined it!”

“I didn’t know you were going to move first!”

They both stop, breathing hard and glaring at each other. Hinata lowers his hand, realizing suddenly the complete ridiculousness of this situation. He erupts into laughter, his sides hurting from the force of it. Kageyama continues to frown at him, as Hinata stumbles back against the wall, gasping for air.

“You’re … so bad … at this!” he hiccups between giggles.

“Whatever. It’s not like you’re any better,” Kageyama mutters, hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Hinata grins, pushing off the wall and hopping forward to grab Kageyama’s fists. He starts at the contact, watching him warily from beneath his dark hair. Hinata tilts his head to meet his gaze. “Kageyama-kun~” he sings softly.

“What?” Kageyama asks stiffly.

Hinata rises on his toes once more, brushing his lips against Kageyama’s. The warmth that radiates through him at the contact has him vibrating, and he stops only when Kageyama grabs his arms to hold him still. He bends toward him, leaning into the kiss to deepen it with the exact precision he uses when playing volleyball. Hinata can’t stifle the second giggle as the mental image of Kageyama kissing a volleyball comes to him.

“What?” Kageyama asks again, leaning back just slightly to frown at him.

“Nothing!” Hinata insists, grabbing the back of Kageyama’s neck. “Kiss me again!”

Kageyama does, and Hinata decides he’s not so bad at it after all.

14. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

Keiji’s brain is doing the thing, again. It really shouldn’t feel as much like the end of the world as it does, but then again anxiety doesn’t always make sense. So here he stands, staring across the street to where Bokuto Koutarou is talking with a cute girl, his mind supplying an entire list of reasons as to why he’s probably most definitely flirting with her.

1. He’s smiling at her.

2. She’s smiling back at him.

3. They’re laughing now, and she’s grabbed his arm for support.

4. He’s not pulling away from her touch.

5. He’s leaning forward, now, telling her something excitedly, his eyes bright, hands gesturing.

6. She’s watching him with a small smile full of fond affection.

Keiji looks away. He and Bokuto have only just started dating, after Keiji finally worked up the courage to confess. He’d been stunned, honestly, when Bokuto responded with enthusiasm in the affirmative. It still doesn’t feel completely real.

Maybe it’s not. Maybe there’s been a misunderstanding somewhere. Maybe when he asked Bokuto to “please take care of me from now on” he thought he meant it as a friend.

He values me as a teammate, and possibly as a friend as well, but as anything more than that? Could it be I’ve misread something somewhere? He probably wouldn’t cheat on me, but he’s so damn friendly and enthusiastic towards other people, would he even realize he’s flirting if he is? Would it be cheating if he doesn’t see us as a real couple? I should’ve expressed myself differently. I should’ve told him outright that I’m in love with him. But if I do that and he’s not there yet emotionally, won’t that complicate things further?

“Whoa, Akaashi! You look like you’re thinking really hard about something! I can see smoke coming out of your ears!” Bokuto grins at him, waving his hand in front of his face as though ridding the air of said smoke.

Keiji blinks. The girl is nowhere to be seen and Bokuto has crossed the street to stand in front of him. He inhales sharply, wondering if he should say anything or just let it be.

“You want to head back now? I think we’ve done everything I had planned … oh! unless you want to stop by the gym and practice some before we head home?” He grins, eyes bright.

“Sure,” Keiji says, only half-listening.

“Uh, sure you want to head back to our dorm or sure you want to practice?” Bokuto asks, scratching the back of his head and tilting it to the side.

Keiji hesitates. “I don’t think I’d play very well if we were to practice,” he admits. 

“Oh? Are you sick?” Bokuto asks, his expression shifting to one of concern. He lifts his hand to press his cool palm against Keiji’s forehead.

Keiji closes his eyes, swallowing hard. “Bokuto-san … I didn’t misunderstand last week, did I? I confessed to you … and you accepted my feelings.”

“What? Of course I did,” Bokuto sounds confused, now. “We’re out on a date right now! I mean … I planned it as a date. Was it not good? Did you not have fun?”

Keiji huffs a soft laugh. “Of course, yes.” He opens his eyes. “Sorry.” He reaches for Bokuto’s hand, giving it a small squeeze. Bokuto squeezes back, but he’s still looking at Akaashi like he’s missed something. “When I saw you talking to that girl … my mind went to some strange places, and I doubted myself.”

Bokuto looks even more confused, if that’s possible. “What? That girl right now?”

Keiji nods. “I thought you might be flirting with her.”

Bokuto reels back in disgust. “What?! Ew! No! That’s my cousin!”

“Oh,” Keiji laughs again, because he doesn’t know what else to do. Relief fills him, and his cheeks warm with embarrassment. “I suppose that explains things, then.”

Bokuto turns toward him, suddenly serious. “Akaashi,” he says much too intensely for the situation, placing his hand on Keiji’s shoulder and looking him directly in the eye. “I’m with you, okay? Always. We’re together. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Keiji nods. “Thank you,” he says, bowing slightly out of habit.

Bokuto laughs and pushes him back upright, stepping forward to kiss him. Keiji leans into it, into him, closing his eyes as he returns the kiss.

omg tsukkiyama!!! it’s been so long . . . i hope you like it!

this could either take place in the omam ‘verse or the being human ‘verse, whichever you prefer~

24. Returned from the dead kiss

Tsukishima awakes slowly. He’s lying on his back on the ground. He doesn’t remember how he got there, but his chest aches. Reaching up, he touches the spot gingerly, his fingers coming around bloodied. Sitting up, he looks down at his torso, seeing the blood there but no entry or exit wounds. What happened?

“Ts-Tsukki . . .”

He turns toward the familiar voice, blinking at Yamaguchi kneeling beside him. His face is a mess of tears and snot, eyes rimmed red and swollen. His freckles stand out starkly against his pale skin, and before Tsukishima can ask what’s wrong, Yamaguchi throws his arms around his neck.

“You’re alive, you’re alive,” he babbles, his wet lips moving over Tsukishima’s cheeks, forehead and nose, as he kisses him again and again and again. “I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it worked. You’re alive.”

“Was . . . I not?” Tsukishima can’t remember what happened. One minute he was fighting, the next he was waking on the ground with blood on his chest. Had he died?

Yamaguchi pulls away, staring at him incredulously. “You were dead for five minutes, Tsukki! I-I didn’t think . . . you . . .” He hiccups softly, sitting back on his heels.

“Oh.” Tsukishima stares at his friend, at the tears welling up in his eyes, and his chest aches for a different reason. He looks down at his chest once more to avoid eye-contact, but Yamaguchi takes his face in his hands, lifting his head.

“Don’t ever do that to me again, okay?” he says seriously.

Tsukishima blinks, and realizes suddenly he doesn’t have his glasses. “Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t--”

Yamaguchi cuts him off with a firm kiss. It catches Tsukishima off-guard, before he realizes it really shouldn’t have. He’s not entirely sure what to do with his hands, so he lays one lightly on Yamaguchi’s shoulder, kissing him back tentatively after a moment. He’s never kissed anyone before. Exhaling slowly through his nose, he relaxes into it, realizing he likes it. It might be impossible to promise he won’t end up dead on a battlefield at some point in the future, but he decides he’ll do it anyway, for Yamaguchi’s sake.

hi!! thanks for the prompt! I hope you like it~

18. Surprise kiss

When Kuroo gets home from work and sees Kenma engaged in his PSP, he fights a grin. He sits with his back against the armrest of the couch, knees to his chest, hunched down with the console a few inches from his face. He has his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth, brows furrowed, so Kuroo knows he’s concentrating on whatever game he’s playing.

He doesn’t call that he’s home. Instead, he quietly sets his backpack down and slips out of his shoes, sneaking up behind the couch, brushing away the cat that comes to greet him. Thankfully, Jiji doesn’t make a sound other than purring, rubbing up against his hand despite his attempts to push her away.

Kuroo waits until Kenma’s face relaxes, knowing he’s passed the difficult part, before hopping up and bending over the back of the couch to press a kiss against the side of Kenma’s forehead.

Kenma jumps, throwing his fist upward into Kuroo’s nose.

“Ow! Fuck! Kenma!” Kuroo rubs his sore nose, wrinkling it a few times to make sure it’s not broken or bleeding.

Kenma scowls up at him. “Don’t sneak up on me,” he says, turning away with a huff.

Kuroo laughs, crawling over the back of the couch to push Kenma’s legs down in order to wrap his arms around him. He can feel how quickly Kenma’s heart’s still beating, and he snickers again. “You should’ve seen your face,” he says with a grin.

Kenma tries to wiggle out of the embrace, but Kuroo clings to him until he relaxes with a sigh. “Welcome home,” he says, patting Kuroo’s head lightly.

Kuroo nuzzles his face into Kenma’s neck, breathing in his scent. “I’m home,” he says happily.