sweet bby boy 🥺

you crammed the rest of your toast into your mouth and booked it. you had an important exam today and you were about to miss it. your legs flew as you ran as fast as you could to inarizaki. you needed to get their fast. your head was pounding. and no, not because of the stress of almost being late- it was literally pounding in pain.

you had woken up this morning with nausea and a horrible headache. but you couldn’t miss the exam, so you had grabbed some pills and dashed out the door. that may have been a bad choice, but oh well.

you felt like you were about to throw up. running this fast while feeling this nauseous also probably wasn't such a great idea. but hey, you might as well continue this trend of great ideas.

you burst through the doors just as the bell rang. phew. stopping to catch your breath, you could feel a wave of nausea hit you. your head pounded and your vision was blurry. you saw flashing lights as you staggered to your first class. 

somehow, you miraculously made it through the period without fainting. as you walked out of the classroom, you could feel it getting worse. you had your exam in a couple of periods and you had to focus for it. it was almost half your grade, for pete’s sake! you sighed and rubbed your head. the pills were most definitely not working. your vision blurry, you stumbled down the hallway, eyes spinning, head pounding, you could barely see or hear anything. suddenly, you bumped into someone. trying your best to see their face, you looked up. you recognized it. kita shinsuke. your boyfriend.

“hello, y/n.” he said, in his usual monotonous voice.

“hi, kita!” you replied, trying to cover up your sickness. if kita knew you were sick, he would probably have you head home. and you couldn’t afford for that to happen.

“you look unwell.” he stated. “are you feeling alright?”

what the- is he a flipping mind reader? he legit almost instantly knew what-

this man is a sorcerer i swear-

“huh? no, i’m completely fine. don’t worry!” you answered, trying your best to sound chirpy and well.

“your physical appearance states otherwise. your face is pale, you’ve been staggering, you look like you’re in pain, and i can tell by your tone that you’re hiding something from me.” he responded, his facial expression not changing. “not to mention, you didn't even see me and ran into me.” he added. “also...” kita placed the back of his hand on your forehead. “you have a fever.”

you sighed. there was no getting around this. you just had to try and convince him. “look, babe. i’m sorry. i know that i’m sick, but i have an important exam and i need to take it. pleaseeeee?” you pleaded, looking up at kita with your best puppy eyes.

“no. go home.”

“huh? wait, no, please-”

“go home.”

“please, babe, i need to take my exa-” you were cut off by kita lifting you up in the air bridal style and walking you to the front entrance. he set you down carefully at the door.

“go home.”

you sighed. there was no getting around it. you began your walk home. it was a good thing you lived so close. you sighed as you unlocked the door and flopped down on your bed. you didn't even bother changing out of your uniform. you just closed your eyes and uncomfortably began to drift off.

you awoke once again around four hours later to the smell of delicious okayu, as well as the gentle, fragrant scent of hot shoga-yu.

you weakly try your best to sit up, and the second you do, your head pounds loudly. however, you somehow miraculously manage to hobble down the stairs to the kitchen.

your eyes teared up at the sight. there he was, kita shinsuke. he was cooking that wonderful okayu and was seeping the shoga-yu. at the sound of your footsteps, he turned around to see that you had awoken. he rushed to you quickly.

“y/n. you shouldn’t be standing like that. sit down.” and with that, he swept you off your feet and placed you down at the couch. he quickly grabbed a blanket and gently laid it over your figure.

“stay there. i’ll be with you in a second.” kita told you as he rushed back to the kitchen.

just a moment later, kita walked in with a tray. on top sat a piping hot bowl of okayu and a steaming cup of shoga-yu. it looked and smelled delicious.

“okayu and shoga-yu are good for colds. eat up.” he told you, spooning up some of the porridge and holding it up to your face. “come on. open up.” he said.

you smiled. “aaa~” you said, opening up your mouth.

he gently moved the porridge into your mouth and carefully took it out once you closed your mouth.

you sighed. the okayu tasted heavenly. warm, comforting, and savory, due to the salmon that had been cooked to perfection, as well as the nori. you gingerly picked up the cup of shoga-yu and placed it on your lips and took a sip. the taste of the fragrant, slightly sweet ginger was amazing. you sighed in content. kita merely just sat beside you and continued to feed you the food.

“you need to eat. it’s good for you." kita told you, spooning some more into your mouth.

“yep. thanks, kita.” you replied, taking the hot okayu off of the spoon.

“you know, you need to take better care of yourself, y/n.” kita told you.

“yea, yea. i know. i’m sorry.” you answered.

“i won’t have time to take care of you all the time.” kita scolded.

you looked up at him. you could tell 100% that he was lying.

“yep.” you answered. but you smiled. you knew that no matter what happened, kita would always be by your side. and he knew it too.

“look, kita. it’s ok. i can take care of myself. just because you’re my prince charming doesn’t mean that you have to force your love onto me when i can do it myself.” you teased.

kita just looked away and blushed.

“see ya.”

“alright, bye tsukki!”

yamaguchi staggered the rest of the way home. he was a nervous wreck and he didn’t know what to do. he began to fiddle with the hem of his shirt and breathed slowly, trying his best to calm down.

“alright, once we get here, we’ll switch out hinata with yamaguchi so he can serve. we may also do this in the second set at this rotation. we will put him in to serve for hinata when we need him the most.” coach ukai said, pointing to the different rotations on the board.

he smiled confidently at yamaguchi. “i believe in you.”

yamaguchi did not believe in him.  the grayish-green haired boy’s heart began racing. tomorrow, they were going to go to nationals, and they were up against the mighty itachiyama the very first match. of course hinata was just buzzing with excitement, but he was most certainly not. but as a second year, he wanted to prove himself as a worthy senpai, and not just a second year wimp.

oh my gosh, what if i mess up? what if i blow my serve and then i end the set? or what if my juniors gossip about how i’m a lame second year coward? or what if i just completely-

“yamaguchi!”

yamaguchi’s train of thought was cut off by y/n, his lover.

“oh, y/n. hi.”  

“are you ok? you look a little tired.” y/n asked, a concerned look on their face.

“oh, don’t worry. don’t worry. i’m just thinking.” yamaguchi answered, plastering a smile on his face.

y/n looked at him doubtfully.

“upcoming game?”

“yeah.”

yamaguchi gave a little smile and sighed. y/n knew him so well.

“oh! hey, you wanna come to my place? my parents are going to be in tokyo for a week, so i’ve got the house to myself.” y/n offered cheerfully.

“o-oh! sure, sounds great, n/n.”

skip ahead. at y/n’s house.

“alright. you stay here. i’m going to go get some snacks.” y/n said as they walked off away from the living room, and into the kitchen.

yamaguchi sighed and nestled into the couch. it was seeped with y/n’s scent and he loved it. the boy smiled and closed his eyes, and he probably would have relaxed just then, had he not seen his volleyball shoes by the front door when he opened his eyes again.

he tried to shake it off but just couldn’t. he could feel his legs beginning to tremble and his lip started to quiver.

ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh. it’s going to happen. its reality. oh my gosh what if i-

“i’m baaaaaack!” y/n sang as they walked in, holding a plate of warm, soft, floppy french fries- his favorite. (yes i know it’s a little peculiar but i mean the boy likes what he likes.)

he gave them a soft smile as y/n carefully sat down next to him and turned the tv on, putting on yamaguchi’s favorite movie.

y/n gave him a cute smile as they set the french fries and remote control on the coffee table in front of them.

yamaguchi’s eyes widened slightly when he felt a newfound warmth nestling into his waist.

he looked down to find that y/n was happily snuggling with him. eyes closed, mouth in a smile.

y/n felt as he let go of all the tenseness in his body. he wrapped his arms around them and pulled them closer.

he rested his chin on their head and smiled.

“thank you, y/n. i needed that.”

“of course!”

so, yamaguchi spent the night with one of his favorite people in the whole wide world. eating fries, cuddling, watching a movie, and just enjoying each other’s company.

“alright. goodnight, y/n.”

“night iwa!”

iwaizumi flipped the light switch and headed over to the bed he shared with you. he and them shifted into place and slowly settled into the bed, gradually floating over to dreamland over the spread of half an hour to an hour.

tic toc. tic toc.

the sound of the clock was very lulling, and made iwaizumi’s eyes droopy.

he turned his head to make sure that his partner was asleep. yep. by the looks of it, they had just fallen asleep. and iwa was about to as well. he shifted into position and slowly began to make his way to dreamland.

sniff. sob.

iwaizumi woke up and turned over to the source of the sound, which turned out to be his lover. he gently gripped their shoulder to turn them over carefully. they were crying. sobbing, in fact. bawling. in their sleep. iwaizumi’s facial expression quickly turned from confused to worried. they were having a nightmare, most likely. and it was a bad one, from the looks of it. well, iwaizumi would not be letting anything make his partner upset. no sir, not today.

iwaizumi gently took hold of you and gently swayed you back and forth in an attempt to wake you up gingerly. your tear-filled eyes fluttered open, a distressed look on your face. iwa held you close and didn’t say anything. just rocked you back and forth gently, and slowly rubbed a hand up and down your back.

at the feeling of this love and affection, you began to cry more. you weren’t quite sure why in the world this made you even more upset, but it did. you nestled your head into your boyfriend’s shoulder and just cried. and for some reason, you couldn’t stop.

iwa was concerned. he didn’t like seeing partner sad and crying like this.

“it’s ok, y/n. shhhh. it’s ok. it’s ok.”

you cried more.

“y/n please don’t cry. you’re gonna make me cry.”

“i’m sorry. just go to sleep, don’t worry about me.” you mustered, plastering a smile on your face.

were they crazy? of course not. absolutely not. not in a million years would he do that.

iwaizumi lovingly rubbed his hand on your back and gave you a warm, reassuring smile.

“applepi: alright, i’m just going to log off now. gg”

“ultimategamer23: k. gg”

kenma sighed as he turned off his pc, rubbing his eyes. he looked at the clock. 3 am. looking behind him he saw you, sleeping peacefully. he could only smile softly. you were so cute and sweet, just lightly snoring, holding a pillow close to your chest.

you were just sweetly cuddling with the pillow. holding it close to you, burying your face into it..

wait a minute.

nope, no, nada. not happening. you were not just going to casually cuddle with a pillow instead of him. not on his watch.

kenma quietly got off of his chair, being careful not to wake you up. he gently walked across the floor to the bed, quiet as a cat.

he gently lifted the pillow out of your arms and tucked it under his arms. he placed it on the ground and made his way to where the pillow had previously been.

subconsciously, you moved your arms to the newfound warmth and buried the side of your head into it.

kenma’s face? rip. a tomato. even after all this time, trying to get used to your cute little tendencies, kenma still couldn’t handle it. you were just too cute.

he gazed at your sleeping figure, wrapped around his own body. it was all too cute. the pose. the light snores. the way you just buried your head into him. your face.

ah yes, your face. kenma’s gaze shifted from your whole figure to your face. he had a great view of your features from this angle, and he couldn't help but just admire you.

kenma sighed. he was too tired to be thinking about this. he had school tomorrow. if he stayed up too long, he might just zonk out in class.

so, he settled for sleep instead of staring at your face.

kenma’s eyes drooped as sleep took over his body, knowing that he’d sleep well with you in his arms <3

another round

your eyes fluttered open. you let out a small yawn and gently rubbed your eyes. and then you looked down. 

“ah..!” 

what you saw kind of took you by surprise. kenma. your antisocial walnut of a boyfriend. the one who is super shy about everything and you can’t even laugh without having his ears turn bright red. you’re usually the one who has to initiate cuddles, hugs, kisses, etc. because he’s shy and won’t ask no matter how desperately he longs for them. he won’t give your hand a squeeze, give you a gentle pat on the head, wrap his arms around your shoulders, nothing. but here he was, cuddling with you. you knew for a fact that you had been cuddling with a pillow last night. not kenma. if you were to cuddle and sleep with kenma, you would have to wait until he got into the bed, and then go and cuddle up to him. and then try to hide your giggles as you could feel him turning red. that was the norm and you were used to it. you had to initiate, not him. so this was quite unusual.

you couldn’t help but smile. looks like he finally reached his limit. he wanted them that bad, huh? you let out a small giggle. oops. kenma’s eyes fluttered open. he let out a yawn and opened his eyes a bit more fully, twisting just a bit in bed. when he saw you, smiling like a cheshire cat above him he instantly knew. 

“so you like my cuddles that much, do you?” you teased, giving his shoulder a little nudge.

kenna’s cheeks flushed, but only slightly. instead, he pulled your head onto his chest and muttered a very quiet “mhm.”

your eyes opened wide. but just for a second. you closed your eyes and snuggled into your boyfriend’s warmth. you could get used to this.

of course you couldn’t stand it anymore and then had to give him another tease. it was rare to see such a cuddly kenma and you just had to tease him about it.

“dang, i guess you were just longing so much for my cuddles, huh kyanma? because you love me sooo much, right kenken?”

you could feel his body heating up slightly.

then realization hit.

“KYANMA WE’RE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL.”

kenma placed his hand on the back of your head and sighed.