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This is for @nope-i-dont-think-i-will ,,,, my bestie ina tesi!!!!!<333

Kinda Dirty Alphabet w/Osamu

• A - aftercare (obvs) this man is all over aftercare, he will make sure that you are good to go before he let's the both of you sleep.

• B - body parts,,, he has many but he loves to grab your waist and put his hands on your belly.

• C - choking,,,, he's down for it he likes to feel the fact he makes you squirm under him from a light squeeze

• D - deep throat,,, he's so big you will cry,,, he makes sure to give you a few breaks but he will keep going until you swallow

• E -. Eating out,,, he's amazing at eating someone out, he perfers to go sweet and slow, but if you want rough, and fast he will give

• F - fertile,,,, so fertile, he makes sure you know he's gonna have baby's with you

• G - grabbing,,,,, he's so grabby, grabbing anything on you,, sexual or not

• H - holding hands,,,, he always wants to hold hands, anytime he sees your hand empty he grabs it

• I - I'm social,,,, this baby boy is all about being social, he has so many friends you can't count

• J - jiggle,,,, (for the chubbys) he loves it he's head over heels for anything that jiggles, belly, thighs, boobs, etc,

• K - kissing,,,, he loves the feeling of your lips against his, he cant get enough

• L - love language,,,, he's def a physical touch person and loves to buy you things

• M - marriage,,,,,, he obvs will be is the best hubby ever,,,,, masterbating- he will let you but he's gets to hard seeing you enjoying yourself alone

• N - no nut november,,, you both fail, as he can't keep his hands off of you or stop touching you, he can't even take 3 days with touching

• O - opposite gender,,, female Osamu is the same way as a male,,, always doing this and that for you and everything, she will make sure that every sensual need is taken care of

• P - positions,,,, he always down for missionary. He doesn't mind if you switch it up but he usually goes for missionary

• Q - questioning,,, if you come out to him he will accept it and will do anything to keep you happy

• R - rough,,,,,, only if you ask for it, or if he's angry

• S - sex toys,, he owns maybe a few, a cock ring, dildo, clit vibrator.

• T - thighs (<33) he's a sucker for the thighs, kissing, biting, grabbing, laying his head down. Anytime he can he uses your thighs.

• U - uncomfortable,,,,, he will stop at any moment for you,, even if he was chasing a high, he will stop for you

• V - vigorous,,,, he loves to show how strong he is to you,flexing,,,,seeing you blush at his muscles makes him proud

• W - woo,,,, he loves to woo you. He feels the need to everytime he sees those beautiful innocent eyes he can't control himself,

• X - X-rays (mhmmm) he's packing, atleast 6-7 inches soft and 9-10 inches hard.

• Y - yearn,,, he yearns for your love and affection and everything about you

• Z - zing,,,, he feels your his one and only and treats you that way, showing you love in the bed he hasn't with others, treating you out making you not pay for the food

(I feel it's too centered near women but it's the first one I wrote)

imagine listening to this while reading fluff on your favorite character but slow it down just a lil!!

Turnaround - YouTube

⋆.˚ PICKUP LINES ˚.⋆

content: kuroo tries to rizz you up with awful pickup lines. kuroo x fem reader

warnings: none

notes: it seems like we r all on board with the loser kuroo agenda based on that one post i made LMAO so here u go <3

soundtrack: from the start - laufey

tetsuro kuroo is a loser. yet, you couldn't help but fall for him.

his tall build, charismatic personality, even the pickup lines. oh, the pickup lines. they're horrible, and they're the only way kuroo knows how to flirt. you were sitting on the sidelines of a practice match between karasuno and nekoma during the summer training camp. as a manager, being sent hot glances and heart eyes by the players was not foreign to you. however, you would have to be blind not to noice how this bed-headed try hard had been glancing at you throughout the week. everyone noticed, especially his teammates.

"kuroo, what is up with you?" kenma asked. he was the first one to see that kuroo looked like a deer in the headlights. "hm? nothing, why?" he answered. kenma sighed. "really? you keep looking at karasuno's manager over there" he said rather loudly. kuroo ignored him as he got into position for the next play. "serve it up, fukunaga!" kuroo said loudly, giving kenma a hard stare.

nekoma ended up winning the practice match. as karasuno headed for their penalty lap, you sat by yourself briefly before noticing how kuroo was now talking to his equally spiky-haired friend-- and they were looking at you.

"just do it bro!" bokuto said. "she'll fall for you, trust me!" bokuto couldnt be casual if he tried. he talked with his whole body as his voice echoed throughout the gym. "keep it down!" kuroo said, giving his friend a firm nudge. "you really think so?" he whispered, glancing at you. "absolutely my dude." bokuto said confidently. "if not, i'll uh.." he looked around the gym, considering his options. "oh! ill run a lap around the gym in my underwear!" he exclaimed. "and i don't wanna do that, so go get yourself a lady, kuroo!" he patted (slapped) kuroo's back twice.

as you watched the interaction play out, there was no doubt that they were talking about you. and now, kuroo was striding in your direction.

you panicked. hard. it was something about his lanky build, his confident demeanor. he looked so incredibly awkward, too. as he approached you, you tried to defer your eyes to the match happening on the court over. he cleared his throat, making you jump. kuroo was now towering over you. "hey." he swallowed before taking a deep breath.

"are you made of uranium and iodine? because all i can see is you and i together."

you stared up and him and blinked in disbelief. no way that of all things came out of someone who carried himself with such confidence. before you could laugh at his awful pickup line, he offered you his hand to shake it. "tetsuro kuroo" he said. "i uhm. couldnt help but notice you throughout the week. what's someone like you doing as a manager, huh?" you couldn't help but laugh. he was a nervous wreck. he held his composure pretty well, but you saw right through him.

you shook his hand. "nice to meet you, im y/n. and yes, ive seen you staring at me this whole week, tetsuro kuroo." you teased. kuroo sighed and looked back at bokuto, who was, of course, looking in his direction. "listen. my friend over there told me that if i made a fool of myself, he would run around the gym naked." your eyes widened at his remark. "so, for the sake of everyones eyes, will you go out with me?"

you finally looked into his eyes and smiled before remarking, "of course. for the sake of everyone's eyes." he smiled, feeling affection for your sly remarks. as karasuno came inside from their penalty lap, kuroo departed from you, sending you a wink before joining the rest of his team.

kuroo is a loser, but god its so perfect. he swoons about you to his friends, just loud enough so you can hear without him knowing. he acts suave around you, even when he's melting inside. and no matter how long you've been dating, he will always use those awful pickup lines. and every time he does, you fall for him a little more.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

Hi!! Can you please do childhood besties to lovers hc for my man kuroo

Take care of yourself

:-🧚🏻‍♀️anon

Childhood friends to lovers . ° 。 · (kids to hs to adults)

haha this is kinda a nonsense,I was so tired while writing this (sent help)

warnings: nonsense ahahahahzhgagagagag😈😈😈 (I’m tweaking)

The first time this man met you as a kid with Kenma he instantly went (

“I’m gonna marry her someday!” HE SAID THAT SO CONFIDENTLY AND LOUDLY.

Kenma gave him a “are you serious?” Look ..ouch

Lil kuroo ignored kenma as he went up to you (he randomly picked some flower that was near him in the grass area 😔

He came up to you and was like

“Hey you! I’m gonna marry you someday”

boy, Kenma instantly acted like he didn’t know him HSHSH

Little you chuckled at this boy behavior. YOU BLUSHED😝

“Really?” You asked him and he replied “really! Is a promise!”

SOO YOU GUYS FAKE MARRIED AT THE PARK AND THATS HOW YOUR FRIENDSHIP STARTED!!

. . .

You dragged him to introduce him to your parents,he did the same!

Andddd your parents also got along with each other (they are the type to say like “yeah..I will make y/n marry kuroo!”)

You guys went to the same elementary school but you were a year younger than him,so you’re in the same year as Kenma! You guys honestly vibe together

. . .

You and Kenma was like good friends too,literally only you and kuroo understood him😭

Kuroo is honestly kinda jealous of you spending time with Kenma due to the year gap…😞

Stops by a lot to check up on you and Kenma!

Literally was ripping his hair out,realizing once he graduated 6th grade ,he would have to leave you and Kenma alone for a year 💀 (he was overreacting)

Once you got into the same middle school as him with Kenma (BOY ONCE THIS MAN JUST HIT PUBERTY..)

He got way more bold and flirty also “annoying” to Kenma😭

EVERYONE in your middle school thought Kuroo was your boyfriend 💀

Kenma sometimes nudged you about it in a lazy way since he can clearly tell you two had some sort of thing but you can’t even see it yourselves?!

He went like “oh by the way..your boyfriend told me to go find him afterschool”

You would blush so hard and smacked him (kenma doesn’t mind it tbh)

YOU WOULD HAVE SLEEPOVERS WITH THE TWO AWH

Your parents often ask you “is Kuroo coming?” “Were you out with Kuroo?” “WHEN ARE YOU GONNA DATE HIM?” (Your parents LOVES HIM)

You never got in any relationship bc you weren’t sure and you wanted to focus on your future and your work yk?

And..when high school hits..

When Kuroo was in second year,you and Kenma was in first year..

KUROO FUCKING ASKED YOU OUT

Kenma was NOT surprised at all

And of course ,you accepted it but your relationship was like yk..kinda awkward ?

After an year,when he was in his third year and you were in your second year

You two broke things off since you felt like it was too bothering for your career path yk?

He understood why,your parents did,Kenma did and yourself did

Kuroo lowkey was depressed 😭

After graduation,etc bla bla..

You became a manager for Hinata’s MSBY team

You had this job bc of Kenma helping ya since you kinda already knew Hinata in high school.

You didn’t talk to Kuroo that much anymore after graduation,he was busy with his future but you heard he became some association job in japans volleyball supply service department

Lowkey you missed him (kenma could tell👎)

And one dayyy…during one of the team meetings for MSBY Mr kuroo showed up😨

Your jaw DROPPED when you saw him (he did too,it was just inside his mind)

After that meeting,blud chased you down to talk to you

And you guys started talking again!😨

After a year or so ,you guys did got closer over the time again and his inner child came out 😭

Just once again that silly kuroo you know..

Andddd one day,he took you out on a “platonic” date

And..

“Y/n,can we try to date again?” HUHUHUHU

OFC YOU SAID YES BAHAH

This time was way better than what it was in high school,you two were wayyy happier and can manage the relationship easily.

After like errrrhh one year with Kuroo,one random night he brought to some beach and it was such a pretty view (lowkey was giving the song sweater weather,im listening to it while writing this lol)

“Y/n,remember the promise we made?”

“Which one”

“Our first ever promise.”

“The one where you said your gonna marry me?”

“Mhm”

HE GOT ON ONE KNEE AND THEN PULLS OUT A FANCY AHHH RING

YOU WERE GONNA PASS OUT LMFAOAOA

AND OFCCCCC YOU SAID YESSS <333333

. . .

Honestly you two first told Kenma and he gave you a proud ahh smile like “wow,finally.” LMFAO

When your parents knew ,they were SO happy and your mom was talking to Kuroos was like “SEE THEY ARE MARRIED NOW”

LMFAOAOA EVERYONE KNEW YOU GUYS WERE CELEBRATING HAHA

Honestly kuroo is just the greatest husband <3

You love him,he loves you too.

Haikyuu!! ~Proposal and marriage~

Manga/anime: Haikyuu!!

Warnings: slight spoiler of Kenma's future

Requested by: @ritsuk0mwah (I saw her reblog)

Kozume K.

After five years of dating, he'll take all his courage and ask you to marry him (in reality, Kuroo will have threatened him he would take away all his video games if he wouldn't propose to you for about a year)

His proposal will be made in a very special way: he'll ask you to play Minecraft with him and, when you open the game, you'll find a text in water on land which reads: "Will you marry me?"

Your wedding will be celebrated in the Western style, without the typical Shinto wedding ceremony, and totally confidential (in fact, only your parents and closest relatives, his former team, Hinata and your closest friends will be invited); in addition, there will be a small party after the ceremony, but nothing too exaggerated

His followers won't know about your marriage, because he's always preferred to maintain a certain secrecy regarding his engagement with you: indeed, he'll never mention you in his live and wear your wedding ring on his finger, but he'll keep it as a pendant on a chain he'll keep hidden under his shirt (one day, during one of his live, a follower will notice something sparkling under his shirt and ask what it's; Kenma will be silent for a few seconds, and then reply it's probably the light from his computer reflecting on him in a strange way and his followers won't believe it)

Your married life won't be different from your dating life: for instance, he'll always have the same job, which will continue to take up a lot of his time, even if he'll keep doing everything he can to help you with the household chores; moreover, he'll never be too physically affectionate with you, but he'll show his love through gestures, for example by remembering your most important dates (anniversaries, birthdays...) or trying preparing dinner for you if you come home exhausted from work

💮 Rules 💮 Masterlist 💮

(please/don't) call me baby

soundtrack <3

pairing: tetsurou kuroo x f. reader

content: fluff, crack humor, kuroo acts like a loser virgin LOL, way too many pet names, it girl energy reader !!!

warnings: swearing, like one sexual joke, ooc

word count: 1k

for the lovely @chososcamgirl <33 i've had sm fun in your w this idea !!!

you call everyone pet names. it's kind of your thing now, really. everyone, from yaku (darling!), to kenma (sweetheart!) to lev (angel!). that is, everyone except kuroo. to you, kuroo is kuroo. occasionally tetsurou, if he's lucky, but mostly he is just kuroo.

he doesn't mind it, he swears. he doesn't even care! or he wouldn't, but he also unfortunately happens to be head-over-heels in love with you. how embarrassing. and he's totally not jealous of the other guys.

which leads him to his current situation. his head tips back over the back of his chair as he runs one hand through his hair. "y/n, do you hate me?"

"no, why?" your answer is sharp and fast from the desk next to his.

oh, shit. now it's awkward.

"because, like... you don't call me any of your stupid cute names or anything," he explains sheepishly.

you sit up straight, lips curving up into a beautiful, evil smile. "you wanna be called pet names, kuroo?"

he flushes, shakes his head. "naaah, just asking."

you don't seem to believe him, head tilted to one side as you regard him curiously. and then you're getting up and making your way towards him, bending down to get on his level, and he thinks he might spontaneously combust in his pants. your fingers dance across the broad expanse of his chest, and your eyes are like a predator's, stalking its prey. his breath hitches as he waits for you to speak; when you finally do, he thinks he might have be going insane.

"whatever you say, baby," you purr, and holy fuck, kuroo is so ready to get down on his knees for you or bark like a dog or do whatever the fuck you want right now. he is pathetically down bad for you — it's embarrassing, and like you can read his mind, you just have to go and make it worse.

you twirl his tie around your fingers, careful and calculated, and for a split second, he imagines being pulled up by it, letting you kiss him in this empty classroom, just like that. and oh, apparently you're satisfied with how much you've messed him up right now, because suddenly you're back at your desk, and he's watching you fix your skirt with a beet red face and even redder ears.

today, for whatever reason, you're taking longer than usual to pack up when class ends, so he takes the opportunity to extricate himself from this terrible, terrible situation that he's created for himself. but when he's finally halfway out the door, someone calls his name.

"kuroo," you call after him, sickeningly sweet voice pulling him back to you. "baby, don't say you're leaving without me!"

his knees give way.

"you haven't forgotten my offer, though, right?" what a perfect gentleman, walking you home like this. he's even limiting his strides so you can keep up with ease.

"what offer, baby?" you hum distractedly, eyes glued to your phone. manicured fingers fly across it as you text someone, and you only look up when he chokes unceremoniously.

"you okay—"

"yes! i'm fine!" he yelps before you can say another word — or rather, one very specific word — and looks away to hide his reddening face. "as i was saying—"

"yes, b—"

"stop talking! i mean, let me speak!"

you frown, surprised at the way he won't let you get in a word edgewise. "okay, weirdo. go on?"

"the manager position is still open," he huffs. he's still embarrassingly red; his heart has not yet calmed down. “if you want.”

"mm, i don't know, baby, i'll have to think about it."

he will die. or he will run into oncoming traffic and die. this is so unfair, it's torture—

"thanks for walking me back, baby, i'll see ya."

he trips and falls on his face. "fuck— i mean, see you later!"

"you seem awfully happy today," kenma observes. "did something happen?"

"what? no, why?" he splutters. splotches of red begin to appear on his face, and kenma smirks.

"sure."

"say, kenma."

"what?" he sounds annoyed even though he's the one who started this conversation.

"how do you deal with y/n's nicknames?"

"what d'you mean? they're okay."

silence. kuroo rolls this new piece of information over in his mind. "so... you don't feel like exploding or dying every time she calls you, like, baby or something?"

kenma looks confused. "no? i think that's called a crush, kuro. also you know she said she thinks that's too romantic for her friends, so no, 'cause she doesn't even call any of us that— are you okay?"

"kenma."

"what?"

"shut up."

kuroo is pretty. it's not an unknown fact, and you, having known him for several years at this point, are no stranger to it either. with sly honey-brown eyes and bedhead that he manages to make look good in a way that you just cannot fathom, he is — in short — just your type. this is also where you shamefully admit that yes, even his derisive remarks and general air of disdain when it comes to his opponents is very attractive indeed. not to mention his biceps— actually, let's not go there.

but biceps or not, he has been driving you insane as of late. and now, it's apparent that you're finally getting to return the favour. you're not stupid; you've been noticing his reactions to the nickname from the start. and it's almost satisfying to be able to toy with him the way he's — unintentionally — been doing with you. maybe he'll even catch the hints you've been dropping if he's lucky.

meanwhile, it's taken kuroo exactly one hour and twenty-three minutes to desensitize himself to (the thought) of your voice. anyways, it's not like he'll see you any time soon, so it's okay. first there's volleyball practice, then he'll go straight to bed.

kuroo hates himself — it's like everything he does comes back to bite him in the ass. or rather, in the lungs this time, question mark. because as he struggles to breathe properly, you're waving at him from across the gymnasium in a very oversized NEKOMA jacket.

"i thought about it it!" you yell. "i'll be temporarily managing the team!"

maybe he should quit.

author's note :: whenever i'm describing kuroo i swear i start typing w one hand😭😭 reader's pov was NAWT necessary to the story i just wanted to salivate over him ok.

also this is going to be a series so like :) that's why there's nothing major here really

(please/don't) call me baby

soundtrack <3

pairing: tetsurou kuroo x f. reader

content: fluff, crack humor, kuroo acts like a loser virgin LOL, way too many pet names, it girl energy reader !!!

warnings: swearing, like one sexual joke, ooc

word count: 1k

for the lovely @chososcamgirl <33 i've had sm fun in your w this idea !!!

you call everyone pet names. it's kind of your thing now, really. everyone, from yaku (darling!), to kenma (sweetheart!) to lev (angel!). that is, everyone except kuroo. to you, kuroo is kuroo. occasionally tetsurou, if he's lucky, but mostly he is just kuroo.

he doesn't mind it, he swears. he doesn't even care! or he wouldn't, but he also unfortunately happens to be head-over-heels in love with you. how embarrassing. and he's totally not jealous of the other guys.

which leads him to his current situation. his head tips back over the back of his chair as he runs one hand through his hair. "y/n, do you hate me?"

"no, why?" your answer is sharp and fast from the desk next to his.

oh, shit. now it's awkward.

"because, like... you don't call me any of your stupid cute names or anything," he explains sheepishly.

you sit up straight, lips curving up into a beautiful, evil smile. "you wanna be called pet names, kuroo?"

he flushes, shakes his head. "naaah, just asking."

you don't seem to believe him, head tilted to one side as you regard him curiously. and then you're getting up and making your way towards him, bending down to get on his level, and he thinks he might spontaneously combust in his pants. your fingers dance across the broad expanse of his chest, and your eyes are like a predator's, stalking its prey. his breath hitches as he waits for you to speak; when you finally do, he thinks he might have be going insane.

"whatever you say, baby," you purr, and holy fuck, kuroo is so ready to get down on his knees for you or bark like a dog or do whatever the fuck you want right now. he is pathetically down bad for you — it's embarrassing, and like you can read his mind, you just have to go and make it worse.

you twirl his tie around your fingers, careful and calculated, and for a split second, he imagines being pulled up by it, letting you kiss him in this empty classroom, just like that. and oh, apparently you're satisfied with how much you've messed him up right now, because suddenly you're back at your desk, and he's watching you fix your skirt with a beet red face and even redder ears.

today, for whatever reason, you're taking longer than usual to pack up when class ends, so he takes the opportunity to extricate himself from this terrible, terrible situation that he's created for himself. but when he's finally halfway out the door, someone calls his name.

"kuroo," you call after him, sickeningly sweet voice pulling him back to you. "baby, don't say you're leaving without me!"

his knees give way.

"you haven't forgotten my offer, though, right?" what a perfect gentleman, walking you home like this. he's even limiting his strides so you can keep up with ease.

"what offer, baby?" you hum distractedly, eyes glued to your phone. manicured fingers fly across it as you text someone, and you only look up when he chokes unceremoniously.

"you okay—"

"yes! i'm fine!" he yelps before you can say another word — or rather, one very specific word — and looks away to hide his reddening face. "as i was saying—"

"yes, b—"

"stop talking! i mean, let me speak!"

you frown, surprised at the way he won't let you get in a word edgewise. "okay, weirdo. go on?"

"the manager position is still open," he huffs. he's still embarrassingly red; his heart has not yet calmed down. “if you want.”

"mm, i don't know, baby, i'll have to think about it."

he will die. or he will run into oncoming traffic and die. this is so unfair, it's torture—

"thanks for walking me back, baby, i'll see ya."

he trips and falls on his face. "fuck— i mean, see you later!"

"you seem awfully happy today," kenma observes. "did something happen?"

"what? no, why?" he splutters. splotches of red begin to appear on his face, and kenma smirks.

"sure."

"say, kenma."

"what?" he sounds annoyed even though he's the one who started this conversation.

"how do you deal with y/n's nicknames?"

"what d'you mean? they're okay."

silence. kuroo rolls this new piece of information over in his mind. "so... you don't feel like exploding or dying every time she calls you, like, baby or something?"

kenma looks confused. "no? i think that's called a crush, kuro. also you know she said she thinks that's too romantic for her friends, so no, 'cause she doesn't even call any of us that— are you okay?"

"kenma."

"what?"

"shut up."

kuroo is pretty. it's not an unknown fact, and you, having known him for several years at this point, are no stranger to it either. with sly honey-brown eyes and bedhead that he manages to make look good in a way that you just cannot fathom, he is — in short — just your type. this is also where you shamefully admit that yes, even his derisive remarks and general air of disdain when it comes to his opponents is very attractive indeed. not to mention his biceps— actually, let's not go there.

but biceps or not, he has been driving you insane as of late. and now, it's apparent that you're finally getting to return the favour. you're not stupid; you've been noticing his reactions to the nickname from the start. and it's almost satisfying to be able to toy with him the way he's — unintentionally — been doing with you. maybe he'll even catch the hints you've been dropping if he's lucky.

meanwhile, it's taken kuroo exactly one hour and twenty-three minutes to desensitize himself to (the thought) of your voice. anyways, it's not like he'll see you any time soon, so it's okay. first there's volleyball practice, then he'll go straight to bed.

kuroo hates himself — it's like everything he does comes back to bite him in the ass. or rather, in the lungs this time, question mark. because as he struggles to breathe properly, you're waving at him from across the gymnasium in a very oversized NEKOMA jacket.

"i thought about it it!" you yell. "i'll be temporarily managing the team!"

maybe he should quit.

author's note :: whenever i'm describing kuroo i swear i start typing w one hand😭😭 reader's pov was NAWT necessary to the story i just wanted to salivate over him ok.

also this is going to be a series so like :) that's why there's nothing major here really

(why are you still) call(ing) me baby(?)

soundtrack <3

pairing: tetsurou kuroo x f. reader

content: fluff, crack humor, kuroo acts like a (jealous) loser virgin LOL, way too many pet names, it girl energy reader !!!

warnings: swearing, jealous kuroo, misunderstandings, ooc. dry humor kinda but idk. it's weird i'm weird.

word count: .8k

part one.

kuroo actively avoids you until his first break, at which point he's forced to sit near you.

"isn't that too big for you?" he asks when the silence gets comfortable enough. you shrug, tugging the jacket in question tighter around yourself.

"i dunno, they didn't have any spares in my size so they just gave me one of yours."

in that exact moment, kuroo has an epiphany. the world stops moving, and so many things change.

"you can keep it," he forces out with a (fake) cough. a large hand comes up to cover his mouth, but also the dark red blush on his cheeks. "i have like, four of them."

"thanks, baby!"

kuroo's heart does a weird little jump; he chokes on his water and makes an excuse about needing to go to the bathroom.

in the bathroom, he remembers the concept of box breathing. he is forever indebted to whoever discovered it. however, it does not help in the slightest when you accost him as soon as he prepares to go back to the court; there are some things you don't understand! kuroo, baby, you're the captain, so you should definitely help me out here!

he swears under his breath, yes i'm coming, what do you need?

you're pleasantly surprised and a little put off that the effect has worn off this fast. (actually, kuroo's thumb is digging into the palm of his hand, and he thinks he might suffocate.) not to mention, he hasn't picked up any of the (admittedly too-subtle) hints yes been dropping.

okay, next course of action.

"wait, kuroo—"

"yeah?"

"i just realised that, um, yeah you're the captain so it's best to ask you, but also you're the captain, so i'm sure you're suuuuper busy!"

you don't let him get another word in, flitting over to kenma, who's crouched down on the floor, and start talking to him, and your heads are so close together.

kenma is his best friend. he should not dislike kenma. he should not feel jealous of kenma. yet right now, that's exactly what he's doing, exactly what he's feeling. kuroo grits his teeth and pries his eyes away from where they've been burning holes into the back of kenma's head.

"damn, he looked away?" kenma.

"yeah, i guess he doesn't really like me as much as you thought," you sigh.

"stupid, that's not true."

"but—"

you're interrupted by the sound of a volleyball slamming onto the ground. it's louder than any of the ones you've heard before, and slightly terrifying to experience up close.

"woah, kuroo, that was a mean spike!" yamamoto looks excited, but kuroo seems more annoyed than pleased by his success.

"it's fine," he responds sourly. "could be better."

but his junior doesn't seem to notice, coming up to kuroo with a pumped up grin. "no, dude, seriously—"

"i get it!" he snaps. "i don't care."

yamamoto blinks, then slowly backs away. "oh, okay..."

kenma looks away to shield his face from kuroo's eyes, and subsequently to hide the evil smile that's stretching across his face. "see? he's mad."

"maybe he's just annoyed because i'm annoying!"

"you're fucking delusional."

you smile fondly at him, ignoring the insult after years of getting used to them. but that's from your point of view. what kuroo in his deluded haze of jealousy sees is completely different — why are you and kenma so close all of a sudden? and kenma knows he likes you! how could he?

kenma pats your shoulder and gets up, walking towards kuroo with a wry but self-satisfied smirk. kuroo begins to think of ways he can kill kenma and then himself with the ball in his hands as fast as he can. unfortunately, his best friend (and worst enemy) makes it to his side uninjured.

"what's gotten you so pissed off today?"

"nothing, i'm fine," he replies through gritted teeth. it is very obvious that he is in fact, not fine at all. hate permeates him to the core, hands gripping the volleyball like he'll die if he lets go.

kenma snickers, noticing kuroo's glare and white knuckles. "jealous?"

"of course not." one of his eyes begins to twitch; he stares straight ahead and refuses to look at kenma.

he hears a sardonic laugh beside him. "stupid, we were talking about you."

"as if." kuroo's given up on trying to deny anything anymore, but he's still mad.

"no, really," kenma replies. kuroo turns to him with a surprised frown, and kenma shrugs. "so stop being weird, or whatever, kuro."

uncharacteristically, he also pokes kuroo's side; once he sees the venomous look in his eyes he takes off running, videogame console clutched tightly in his hands.

sitting beside lev, you watch the two of them run in circles around the court. a notepad rests in your lap, and you bite the top of your pen thoughtfully. "i dunno, lev, that didn't seem to work either."

"maybe it's time for a new plan," he suggests.

"yeah, maybe."

author's note :: mid writing much apologies <3 written series r insane i like. havent done one in almost a year (yuji x reader u will always be,, something to me). mm kuroo mmfghh jealous kuroo mmmmmfhghhfhgfh jealous and ANGRY kuroo he's so. i would let him. yk.

@chososcamgirl @stillnotherapy gc poops hi <3

(why are you still) call(ing) me baby(?)

soundtrack <3

pairing: tetsurou kuroo x f. reader

content: fluff, crack humor, kuroo acts like a (jealous) loser virgin LOL, way too many pet names, it girl energy reader !!!

warnings: swearing, jealous kuroo, misunderstandings, ooc. dry humor kinda but idk. it's weird i'm weird.

word count: .8k

part one.

kuroo actively avoids you until his first break, at which point he's forced to sit near you.

"isn't that too big for you?" he asks when the silence gets comfortable enough. you shrug, tugging the jacket in question tighter around yourself.

"i dunno, they didn't have any spares in my size so they just gave me one of yours."

in that exact moment, kuroo has an epiphany. the world stops moving, and so many things change.

"you can keep it," he forces out with a (fake) cough. a large hand comes up to cover his mouth, but also the dark red blush on his cheeks. "i have like, four of them."

"thanks, baby!"

kuroo's heart does a weird little jump; he chokes on his water and makes an excuse about needing to go to the bathroom.

in the bathroom, he remembers the concept of box breathing. he is forever indebted to whoever discovered it. however, it does not help in the slightest when you accost him as soon as he prepares to go back to the court; there are some things you don't understand! kuroo, baby, you're the captain, so you should definitely help me out here!

he swears under his breath, yes i'm coming, what do you need?

you're pleasantly surprised and a little put off that the effect has worn off this fast. (actually, kuroo's thumb is digging into the palm of his hand, and he thinks he might suffocate.) not to mention, he hasn't picked up any of the (admittedly too-subtle) hints yes been dropping.

okay, next course of action.

"wait, kuroo—"

"yeah?"

"i just realised that, um, yeah you're the captain so it's best to ask you, but also you're the captain, so i'm sure you're suuuuper busy!"

you don't let him get another word in, flitting over to kenma, who's crouched down on the floor, and start talking to him, and your heads are so close together.

kenma is his best friend. he should not dislike kenma. he should not feel jealous of kenma. yet right now, that's exactly what he's doing, exactly what he's feeling. kuroo grits his teeth and pries his eyes away from where they've been burning holes into the back of kenma's head.

"damn, he looked away?" kenma.

"yeah, i guess he doesn't really like me as much as you thought," you sigh.

"stupid, that's not true."

"but—"

you're interrupted by the sound of a volleyball slamming onto the ground. it's louder than any of the ones you've heard before, and slightly terrifying to experience up close.

"woah, kuroo, that was a mean spike!" yamamoto looks excited, but kuroo seems more annoyed than pleased by his success.

"it's fine," he responds sourly. "could be better."

but his junior doesn't seem to notice, coming up to kuroo with a pumped up grin. "no, dude, seriously—"

"i get it!" he snaps. "i don't care."

yamamoto blinks, then slowly backs away. "oh, okay..."

kenma looks away to shield his face from kuroo's eyes, and subsequently to hide the evil smile that's stretching across his face. "see? he's mad."

"maybe he's just annoyed because i'm annoying!"

"you're fucking delusional."

you smile fondly at him, ignoring the insult after years of getting used to them. but that's from your point of view. what kuroo in his deluded haze of jealousy sees is completely different — why are you and kenma so close all of a sudden? and kenma knows he likes you! how could he?

kenma pats your shoulder and gets up, walking towards kuroo with a wry but self-satisfied smirk. kuroo begins to think of ways he can kill kenma and then himself with the ball in his hands as fast as he can. unfortunately, his best friend (and worst enemy) makes it to his side uninjured.

"what's gotten you so pissed off today?"

"nothing, i'm fine," he replies through gritted teeth. it is very obvious that he is in fact, not fine at all. hate permeates him to the core, hands gripping the volleyball like he'll die if he lets go.

kenma snickers, noticing kuroo's glare and white knuckles. "jealous?"

"of course not." one of his eyes begins to twitch; he stares straight ahead and refuses to look at kenma.

he hears a sardonic laugh beside him. "stupid, we were talking about you."

"as if." kuroo's given up on trying to deny anything anymore, but he's still mad.

"no, really," kenma replies. kuroo turns to him with a surprised frown, and kenma shrugs. "so stop being weird, or whatever, kuro."

uncharacteristically, he also pokes kuroo's side; once he sees the venomous look in his eyes he takes off running, videogame console clutched tightly in his hands.

sitting beside lev, you watch the two of them run in circles around the court. a notepad rests in your lap, and you bite the top of your pen thoughtfully. "i dunno, lev, that didn't seem to work either."

"maybe it's time for a new plan," he suggests.

"yeah, maybe."

author's note :: mid writing much apologies <3 written series r insane i like. havent done one in almost a year (yuji x reader u will always be,, something to me). mm kuroo mmfghh jealous kuroo mmmmmfhghhfhgfh jealous and ANGRY kuroo he's so. i would let him. yk.

@chososcamgirl @stillnotherapy gc poops hi <3

you mumble incoherent curses and erase aggressively on your paper, blowing the eraser shavings, catching tsukishimas attention. "what're you doing?" he asks with a small amount of judgement in his tone as he looks down at the slightly crumbled paper in your notebook. "i'm trying to..ugh." you sigh, lowering your face to the notebook in front of you, light gray strokes connecting with one another. "trying to what?" the blonde boy looks down at you. "talk normally dumbass, i can't hear you." he spits out, you pay no mind to him and move your hair to the side, grumbling angrily about it being in the way. tsukishima hears your frustrated mumbles and takes the matter into his hands before you explode and become pissy for the rest of the day. he grabs the hair tie you gave him off his wrist, gently gathering all of your hair and slowly putting it into a ponytail. "you're welcome." he speaks up after a few seconds of silence. "thanks, kei." you respond quietly, entranced in your drawing, his cheeks dust with pink when his name leaves your mouth, still not used to you calling him by his first name. tsukishima looks down at your paper, analyzing the drawing you're stressing about. he slowly starts familiarizing the doodles and sketches of a person, piecing together the glasses and hair. "is that me?" he asks, his brows furrowed at the scarily accurate drawings of him. "wha- no! that would be so weird and creepy of me to draw you..." you yell out in surprise, trying to defend yourself, jumping from your previous position, snuggled against his pillows, under the blanket that he bought specifically for you. tsukishima chuckles through his nose and smirks. "you're more than weird and creepy yn." he sighs and closes his eyes. "maybe that's why i like you." he mutters, mainly to himself but loud enough for you to hear. your face bursts into a bright red and you grab one of his pillows, throwing it harshly at his face. he catches the fuzzy decorative pillow with ease, laughing at you and patting the spot on his bed next to him, inviting you to sit with him. "don't start getting all cute at me after calling me weird and creepy, you're gonna give me whiplash." you tell him while hopping next to him and he hums in faux confusion. "i'm not getting cute, just saying i kind of like you." he says confidently with a faint smile still on his thin lips while he unlocks his phone, scrolling aimlessly through the many playlists he's made, not sparing you a glance. "oh wow, should i be flattered that the all-knowing, stoic, cold and stingy tsukishima kei kind of likes me?" you joke reaching for your pencil to resume sketching. he pauses his scrolling after clicking on the playlist you two listen to the most together, reaching for his earphones that he, again, specifically got for you so you guys can listen to music together. he glances at your page and he stays quiet, taking your joke into consideration. "mmm, flattered isn't the word. don't take advantage of the situation." he states quietly, leaning into you and sticking left earphone in your ear. your hands halt and you gasp dramatically. "i love this song!" you yell joyfully. "i know you do." tsukishima says to himself, and this time, you can't hear what he says. he wraps his arm around your shoulder, his hand resting on the pillows next to you as he watches the pencil in your hand work its magic, finishing the 'doodle' of him smiling, you would call it, tsukishima would simply call it a masterpiece just because he knows no matter how hard he would try, he'd never get on your level when it comes to drawing. his broad chest rises and falls with each slow breath he takes as he admires your skill. "stop drawing me, weirdo." he says, sarcasm dripping in his tone. you look up at him with sparkling eyes and a candy sweet smile that never fails to make his steady heartbeat falter. "you love it." "i guess i do." is the last thing he says before cupping your warm cheek with his cold, big hands and pressing his lips onto yours, kissing you slowly.

"KIYOKO ISN'T STAYING IN AGAIN?!" tanaka and noya yell in sync. "no, but we still have yachi! and an honorable mention that i won't reveal." daichi starts and yachi waves at the two energetic boys. "honorable mention?" hinata adds into the conversation. "you'll see." suga says with a smile looking at tsukishima smugly, he sighs and grumbles incoherent complains. all of the other boys look at him and look at him with furrowed brows. "why are you looking at me?" tsukishima spits. "suga looked at you when he said-" "shut up, yamaguchi." he interrupts. "sorry tsukki."

"wow, how fancy." you say to tsukishima in a quiet voice as you scan over the building they were staying in before their intense match they have in a few days, you don't look at him when he speaks up. "it really isn't much. let's just get inside." he mumbles and glances down at you already walking to the wide doors. "wha- don't go in without me!" he demands, but you're too far away to hear him and you slide open the doors, all of karasuno looking back at you. you stare for awhile before suga clears his throat and speaks, "ah, yn.". you wave with a smile and the gray haired boy walks over to you, placing a comforting hand on the small of your back as he introduces you. "this is yn, she'll be staying with us until the match." he starts, opening his mouth to say more but noya and tanaka let out a yell. "YN-SAAAAN, WOOOWWWW!!! YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!" they yell, skipping toward you and falling on their knees. "YN-SAN, PLEASE WILL YOU-" they shout at you, bowing on the floor and you just stare. why are they so...weird...?? "she won't be doing anything for you." tsukishimas low voice echos through tanaka and noyas ears, they quickly sit up and stare up at the blonde boy. "waitwaitwait you can't tell us what to do!" tanaka yells angrily and noya nods with his hands on his hips. "you're right, but i'm aloud to tell you to leave my girlfriend alone, because this girl doesn't know how to say no." he flicks your forehead and you cover it with both your hands, furrowing your brows up at him and he just chuckles through his nose. "G-G-G-G-GIRLFRIEND??!!" tanaka, noya, and hinata (who's been hiding behind tanaka) scream in sync. "stop screaming, you're gonna bust my eardrums." tsukishima grumbles, looking down at the hand that's been resting on your back, he looks at suga with a stare that says "can you not.". suga chuckles and his hand leaves your warm body. "yes, girlfriend, so don't try anything. i assure you she doesn't want any of you." he glares down at all three of them and hinata shivers in intimidation. "y-yessir." they say in unison. daichi stands up from his spot, clapping his hands together to grab everyones attention successfully. "food's about to be done, i'm sure you all are hungry?"

"they're so childish." tsukishima complains and tosses his headphones on the nightstand next to the medium sized bed, he sighs. "i think they're all nice, i like them." you tell him and sit on the bed, the mattress dipping down from tsukishimas weight when he lays down next to you. "don't show too much interest, those air heads and that little shrimp will get the wrong idea." he says with closed eyes. the light from the moon outside creeps through the thin curtains and paints his skin one shade lighter, emphasizing his features. his porcelain skin seems to almost glow in the moonlight, his hazel eyes closed shut, his usual furrowed brows resting for once, you even notice a few freckles splayed against his under eyes, and his glasses shine before you decide to respond to him. "it's okay kei, no need to worry about what they'll do." you assure him while slipping his glasses of his smooth face, his eyes remain closed while you run a hand through his short blonde hair, placing a soft kiss against his forehead and he sighs in content at your affection, doing nothing to stop you because you and him both know he's a sucker for your love. "i know, it's just..." he starts, his navy black eyelashes flutter as he opens his eyes, golden irises meeting with yours and his gaze lingers for awhile, and yours does too. tsukishima is a very, very handsome boy, with such an interesting personality, sometimes you wonder how you got so lucky. his enhanced cheeks dusting pink as he silently admires your face. "you're so...not an annoying pipsqueak. i'm just being cautious of those girl crazy dimwits." he confesses in a hushed tone, his eyes shoot across your eyes and down to your lips, making a triangular motion. "thank you...i think?" you say with uncertainty, and you laugh quietly. "you're very welcome." tsukishima says with a small smile on his lips. "lay down with me." tsukishima mumbles and you oblige plopping your body next to his tall figure, you place your elbow on the fluffed pillows while you rest your cheek on your palm. "what, tired from arguing with your teammates?" you say, a cheeky smile plastered on your lips, the apples of your cheeks mirroring the blush tsukishima has on his smooth ones. "course i'm tired, do you know how confusing it is to have a conversation with those morons?" you dont respond, only looking at him with a sweet smile, staring at him with an expression that screams "i love you.". he gives you a "stop smiling at me" look before adjusting his gaze from yours. "shut up and go to sleep." "i didnt say anything!" you shout and he quickly hushes you and forces your head down on the pillow under you. "sleep." he demands and he shuts his eyes. "kei, i cant sleep." you whisper to him, poking his side and he slaps your hand away softly. "just sleep." he whispers back, his eyes still shut as he adjusts his position so he's resting on his side and motions you to lift your head up, and you do. he slips the arm he was resting on around your shoulder and he pushes you closer to his chest, your face snuggled in his shirt, the smell of his laundry detergent filling your senses. "better?" he says with sass, but he's far from being irritated. "hmmm, you're missing something." tsukishima scoffs, pulling your head away from his chest and guiding it up to look at his flustered appearance that he thinks he's so good at hiding. his eyes never meet yours as he closes them and tsukishima leans in, your eyes flicker closed while you wait for his lips to connect with yours. and they do, they do so passionately it makes both of you lose your breath. he pulls away for a few seconds to let out a shaky exhale before pulling you in for another kiss. his soft lips move in sync with yours perfectly and he runs his long fingers through your hair while deepening the kiss, swiping his tongue against your bottom lip before his gentle lips leave yours. his gentle lips leave yours and he quickly looks down at your hand, intertwining his longer fingers with yours and he squeezes three times. "i love you."

"dude, tanaka, bro. you don't get it. she's super mega better than kiyoko." "but no one's better than queen kiyoko, noya!" tanaka argues, he looks at noya like he's out of his mind, noya simply shakes his head with his hands firmly placed on his hips. "nope, yn's like...i dunno. whats better than a queen?" noya thinks, his hand leaves his hips to tap his finger on his chin and tanaka stares at the short boy, awaiting his answer. "stop looking at me!" noya yells at tanakas intense gaze. "no matter what you say, or how angrily you look at me, i wont change my mind!" he says loudly, stomping dramatically out the classroom. "but noya!" tanaka protests, trying to catch noyas attention to no avail. "cant talk, i gotta meet yn in the smart class!" "noya!" tanakas angry shouts go deaf to noyas ears as he makes his way to your class.

you scribble words in your notebook before closing it, glancing to your phone when it vibrates, noyas name illuminating the screen.

"hey pretty girl"

"im coming over to ur class rn"

you smile at the messages and grab your phone to text him a simple, "okay, i packed you some lunch" "hope ur hungry <3". the last text you sent was a bit of a silly one, you never had to hope he was hungry for your homemade lunches because he would always scarf the food down in less than 5 minutes while he listens intently to what you have to ramble on about, slipping in a few jokes with a stuffed mouth, full of food, that never failed to make you laugh. you glance at the time, its only been a minute after your teacher announced it was lunch, and noya was already sprinting to your class to see you. the door swings open and an excited shout of your name follows. you look up at the familiar voice and see noya confidently striding towards you, dragging a chair next to you and sitting in it, his arm swinging over your shoulder, a few curious eyes stare, noya pays no attention, his eyes practically shaped in beating red hearts as he stares at you, a dopey grin splayed across his face, and he speaks up. "hey gorgeous." he starts, stroking his fingers through your hair as he admires you. "hmmm, yn...you kinda look like you're missing something today." he asks, tilting his head as he scans your face and you just chuckle. this isn't the first time he's said this to you, you'll ask, "what am i missing today, noya?" and he'll respond with a big, toothy smile, "a big fat kiss on those pretty lips of yours.". today's no different, you don't stop the passionate boy from leaning in, angling his head to the right and raising his hand to cup your cheek. his soft lips (that he spends way too much time trying to make as soft as they can possibly be for you) meet yours in a slow, sensual way, a quiet smacking noise leaving both of your collided lips. noyas body scoots closer to yours and he tries to discreetly grab at your waist, but you swat his hand away before his greedy fingers could reach under your shirt. "noya." you warn him against his lips. "hehe, oops." is all he mutters before pulling your mouth onto his again, his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, subtly asking for you to part your lips so he can explore your mouth, and you pull away. "seriously?" you deadpan at him, furrowing your brows. "what? you look seriously super duper extra mega pretty today. can't help myself." he confesses, a smile still present on his lips, a lovesick look in his eyes that's screaming "you're so beautiful and i love you so much" so painfully loud. you can't help but smile at the gaze he gives you, and you cover his face with your palm, pushing his head to the side as you reach for your bag. "oouh! is it time for my food?" noya exclaims, his smile growing wider as you pull out a bento box, snapping the sides open and his eyes glow at the onigiri and steamed meat buns. "yn!" he cries out your name loudly and immediately grabs a meat bun, shoving the whole thing in his mouth, melting at the delicious taste. "yn! you're so kind! making me food...its so yummy!" he bawls out in happiness, chewing contently with his eyes closed. "you're welcome, noya." "thank you! thank you yn! you're the best girlfriend ever!" he thanks you over and over, taking a big bite out of the onigiri.

hes so cute literally bf goals. also meat buns are so flipping good pls im craving them now

♡ Kenma as a boyfriend ♡

Kenma who only trusts you to bleach his hair. He doesn't like to go to professional salon because it's expensive for nothing. Why would he pay more when he can have the same result with a much better company?

Kenma who asks for your opinion on his merch and gives you all the first sample. He knows you'd buy it anyway and he doesn't want you to spend money for this when he can get them free.

Kenma who plays rock-paper-scissor with you to know who is gonna choose the take out place tonight.

Kenma who's favorite way to spend an afternoon is playing games with you near him while you stroke your cat's furr.

Kenma who baby talk to your cat when you're not here (you actually saw him once but never brought it up, fearing he might stop if he knew you knew).

Kenma who's favorite skin-to-skin contact is holding hands with you. He caresses your skin when he needs to ground himself, squeezes it randomly and tug at it when he wants to catch your attention.

Kenma who lighlty snores in his sleep and it's the cutest thing you've ever heard.

Kenma whose ears turns red when he's embarassed.

Kenma who's still pleasantly surprised when you kiss him. It's like he realizes that, yes, he has a partner and receives affection on a daily basis now.

Kenma who, every once in the blue moon, craves your presence and traps you between the mattress and his body. He snuggles into the crook of your neck and kisses it gently, refusing to let you go.

Kenma who, the day after, denies his behavior and tells you "you imagined it, babe. I'd never do this, you should know it."

Kenma who won't admit it but keeps all the fan-edits he stumbles on in his mentions and smiles softly when his eyes scan the comments and finds some "they look so cool together!" "If you don't stan them, what are waiting for? 🤨" or "damn, when will i find a love like they have?"

Kenma who didn't think he'd ever find someone he'd love this much and yet here he is, stroking your cheek as you sleep soundly next to him, love threatening to spills from his heart.

Serie masterlist ♡

I saw that u didn't make a haikyu moodboard yet and was wondering:

Could u do a dating kenma moodboard ? 😍🙏🏻✨️ I love all your moodboards! They are so aesthetic 😍 ✨️ 🤧 💖

Dating Kenma Kozume <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : I was literally scrolling and looking at kenma pics so yes ofc this is perfect!!

Suga. Mood. Board. I NEED KOSHI SUGAWARAAAAAAAAAAAAA😭

Dating Koshi Sugawara <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : the very requested koshi is hereeee!!! <33

Dating Ryūnosuke Tanaka <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : cute bby @hanmaslilslut .ᐟ

Dating Yu Nishinoya <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : and anotha one .ᐟ @hanmaslilslut

Hi can I request suna rintaro moodboard please ?

Dating Suna Rintaro <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : the things I’d do for him 😪

Oikawa toru moodboard please ?

Dating Toru Oikawa <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : he’s just so 😩

so i saw a tiktok about an athlete in the olympics who lost his wedding ring in the river during the opening ceremony…

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

and i couldn’t help but think of sweet, sweet bokuto who doesn’t mean to lose the ring, but he’s just so clumsy. and afterwards, he’s absolutely mortified and stresses so bad that you’ll be upset with him.

granted, you are sad, but you understand it wasn’t intentional. you just nod with a soft, slightly forced smile, telling him, “it’s okay, kou. focus on the games for now. we can worry about it another time.”

but bokuto can’t seem to forgive himself…

until he gets an idea. your anniversary is coming up soon…

so when japan claims the victory against argentina and wins the gold, bokuto turns to you in the stands, watching as you happily cheer him on. he basks in the spotlight and relishes the feeling of you, his sweet wife of five years, always supporting him no matter what.

while you’ve always known bokuto to be an unpredictable human being in all your years together, nothing could prepare you for this. all the cameras pan to bokuto with his usual dazzling smile, and they zoom in on the beautiful ring, adorned with your favorite gem, as he yells out, “marry me again!”

and with a shy nod and wide smile, you feel yourself fall in love with him all over again.♡

a/n: akaashi helped him come up with this idea

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