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8:25 am. both you and bokuto have the day off.

you're leaning against the kitchen counter, one of bokuto's shirts loosely hanging off of your frame. as your thumb instinctively scrolls through your feed, the bubbling of hot water brewing for your morning drink sounds off next to you.

you're vaguely aware of the steam drifting up from the top of the machine when your eyes land on a post from an official msby account.

it was video where they had bokuto running around the msby locker room interviewing his teammates. the questions were along the lines of “favorite point you’ve won”, “court position you would try for a day”, “how do you wear your kneepads off court”, yadayadayada—

the questions didn’t really matter to you at the current moment. what caught your attention, of course, was your lovely boyfriend.

you watched his bright eyes as he excitedly talked to the camera and as they were trained on his teammates while he intently listened to their responses.

the same eyes that light up whenever he sees you, without fail. or the ones that glowed a warm amber when the afternoon sun hits them just right. ones you’ve seen on countless nights as bokuto lies on top of you with his chin softly resting on your chest, as he looks up at your face and his eyes dart over each and every feature on your face in utmost admiration.

and in the video he also smiles—a toothy and hearty smile where it’s so wide that little dimples appear at the sides of his face and some of his bottom teeth peek out from behind his bottom lip. his lips are rosy and full of life, just like him. and only you would know how soft they are, too, and the exact feeling of how they stretch into a content grin against your own lips when you kiss. it’s a smile you could never grow tired of.

everything about him is so charming. he’s adorable. some days you wish you could hide him from the world and keep him and his cuteness all to yourself.

and suddenly the urge just hits you—to hold him and hug him and smother him with affection. to cup his face in your hands and squish his cheeks so you can plant a big kiss on his lips. to nip the tip of his nose just to hopefully incite his laugh that brings music to your ears.

and guess what? you can do exactly that, right at this instant.

completely neglecting your brewing drink and leaving your phone laying flat on the countertop, you shuffle your way back through the apartment to you and bokuto’s shared bedroom.

you peek your head in and see he’s still out cold. the sunlight makes its way through the window blinds to cast shapes on your boyfriends bare chest, exposed by the sheets that he’s shoved down to his lower torso in his sleep.

a ray of light falls on his face, where his eyes are closed, his eyelashes brush against the tops his cheeks, and his mouth hangs open as he sleeps in and snores away.

the black and gray streaks of his hair are rendered messy and tussled as his head sinks into the pillow under it.

the other day you read about the phenomenon of, “cuteness aggression: desires to squeeze, crush, pinch, or even bite an object of our affection. scientists think it is a way we cope with intense positive emotions.”

yup. now you totally get it.

you approach his side of the bed and crawl on top of him, brushing your hands against his chest as you lean down to immediately start peppering his face in kisses. surely he’d wake up, and although you knew the previous night’s practice had taken a lot out of him and he deserved to sleep in for a little longer… the urge. the urge to gather him up in your arms with all the love in the world was simply just too strong.

his eyes not yet open, but his hands now moving to blindly search for your waist, his voice is groggy and rough as he mumbles, “this is an awesome way to start off my day.”

you let up with the face kisses for a moment and fight back a giggle as bokuto blinks one eye awake to get a good look at you first thing as he wakes up, “mornin’ gorgeous.”

too cute. butterflies fly around in your stomach while, firmly but gently, your hands go to hold his head in place as you resume to kiss him all over even more.

“what’s the occasion, baby?” he asks amidst being attacked by your displays of affection, his hands playing with the hem of his shirt on you.

“nothin’, just missed you,” you say between kisses, softly and just barely above a whisper.

“well i’m right here,” he smiles before stretching himself out under you, letting out a small whine as his body comes to before the day properly starts.

as he does this, you tap a finger on his nose and laugh when his face scrunches up in reaction, “kō, you look real cute in the morning, you know that?”

a sound of protest escapes from his throat as his arms wrap around you and he rolls you both over. now he hovers over you, and those pretty eyes gaze down at you. if only you could swim in those eyes and all the love they carry for you, forever.

but bokuto shifts so he can kiss you, and kiss you deep. when you part, you feel your heartbeat is racing and that maybe you don’t need caffeine this morning to wake up after all. not when your boyfriend is bokuto kōtarō, who brings something so inexplicably fulfilling to your life with each day you start waking up to him and his cute bedhead—his cute everything.

“not as much as you are all the time, cutie,” bokuto lazily argues and you lightheartedly roll your eyes with a small scoff.

now it’s his turn to “cope with intense positive emotions”, as you find yourself getting smothered with love—his love—in the messy sheets of your bed at around 9 in the morning.

MY FRIEND’S BLAMING ME FOR PUTTING KUROO EDITS ON HER FYP DUDE IT’S NOT ME 😭😭😭

sorry guys i’ve been listening to beabadoobee’s new album on loop while wistfully looking out my bedroom window

but now i’ll work on my drafts tonight and post some more writing i promise 🤞

just spent all day cleaning depression room and i’m still not done 😐

ALLLLL SIX FEET AND THREE POINT NINE INCHES

happy birthday toshi

ushijima wakatoshi hates rushing. 

his hands graze your hips, as if you are a fragile, priceless antique. you’re wearing that pretty dress that he likes on you the best, with your lips all pouty and plump in lip gloss. 

“toshi, we’re gonna be late for the dinner reservation,” you whine. 

ushijima doesn’t say anything. he drinks in the sight of your glittering eyes staring up at him and your cheeks dusted in blush. you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. 

he takes his time to enjoy the sights and pulls you in gently. ushijima swallows the quiet huff you let out (he knows you’re not annoyed – you never are after he tells you how beautiful you look) by kissing you, dipping his head down and letting his eyes fall shut. when ushijima pulls away, his own lips are sticky and glossy. 

your eyes are half-lidded. it takes you five seconds of dizzying silence for you to open them wide and stare up at him again. 

“toshi!” 

your eyebrows furrow. he smiles. 

“we’ll be on time, i promise. just one more kiss?” ushijima asks. 

he’s in a tailored suit that you want to unwrap button by button and touch him in places you can’t see. all six feet and three point nine inches of the most perfect man you’ve ever seen has his hands on your hips and wants to kiss you. 

“okay,” you whisper.

ushijima lowers his head again, taking his time to kiss you soft and sweet. you make it to your dinner reservation five minutes late.

my three halloween costumes this year

1. slutty ghostface

2. kuroo tetsuro (but if he was a bad bitch who wears baggy jeans w his jersey☝️)

3. felix catton from saltburn’s “a midsummer night’s dream” angel