𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓…

The Hand

summary; the time you almost broke the internet

♡ pairing; k.kenma x gn!reader

♡ genre; fluff

♡ w.c; 1.9k

♡ warnings; swearing

a/n; happy belated birthday kenken <3

*this fic is a part of my ‘five ways to say i love you’ mini-series. check out the other stories here!

You are lovingly dubbed as “The Hand.”

The almighty mysterious being that appears on and off-screen whenever Kodzuken needs something— water, snacks… a poke on the forehead. The fans have never seen your face— not even heard your voice. The only parts they’ve been privy to are the little scar on your arm from a bike accident when you were a kid, and the bombass manicure you’re sporting that week.

Until now, that is.

The stream starts off like any other— the only difference being the unusually early start time. It’s Kenma’s first charity event, a 24-hour stream that starts at 6 am and ends at 5:59 am the next day to raise money for children who didn’t have access to sports or fitness opportunities.

“Hey everyone,” Kenma says around a yawn when he starts. He’s in a hoodie (his own merch) and sweats (also his own merch) and he rubs one eye while sipping on his first coffee of the day. “Hope you’re ready cause I’m not.”

You stifle your giggle as you walk over to him, a blanket in hand. You reach around the back of one of the monitors and drop it on his head. He grunts on impact. “Thanks,” Kenma says with a smile when he pulls the material into his lap, remnants of sleep still stuck along his lashes. You nearly coo and the chat bursts to life.

look at him smiling!! kjdfhsdkfkasjdlaks

It’s The Hand! Good Morning Hand! 👋👋👋

loving the new mani 🥺

sleepy ken-ken is my fav omgggg

i luv rage ken-ken more lol

His golden eyes flicker across the screens, coffee clutched in his hand. “The chat says good morning,” Kenma says and you wave. He reads a few more messages with a small quirk of the lip. He peers at you over the rim of his cup. “Can you wave to the viewers?”

You raise an eyebrow but lean over to sway your arm from side to side in front of the camera as he slips on his blue light glasses. You can see the dual screens reflecting off of them, the chat is going crazy. You eventually leave the room, blowing Kenma a kiss and a thumbs up.

You amble to your bedroom and settle down into bed, face buried into your pillow and one arm wrapped around your cat Rover, who mewls and snuggles deeper into the comforter. You wake up a few hours later and open the streaming app on your phone to see what Kenma is up to. You grin when you see he's playing Animal Crossing. He’s working on your shared island, de-weeding, and figuring out what to do for his fall/Halloween theme. After watching for a few more minutes, you stretch then roll out of bed.

You peek your head into the streaming room after swinging by the kitchen to find Kenma focused on one of the monitors. You lightly tap the doorframe to get his attention. He glances up. “Hey,” he says as you pick up his empty water glass and replace it with a fresh one. You take his coffee mug and place a bowl of apple slices on the table. The corners of his lips curve upward. “Thank you.”

The day progresses as such— you check up on his stream before appearing every once in a while to give him water, energy drinks, or food. Kenma comes by and gives you a kiss or a hug during his bathroom breaks, and once he takes his first fifteen-minute break, he collapses on the couch next to you.

“How are you doing?” You ask, brushing away his bangs. He sighs and turns his head to kiss your palm.

“M’tired,” he complains. “I don’t know how I’m going to do this for another seventeen hours.”

You chuckle as Rover jumps on him and kneads his stomach. “Take a nap.”

Kenma shakes his head. “If I do that, I won’t wake up,” he says. “I’m regretting this already.”

“Think of the children,” you say, pinching his cheek. He swats at your hand.

“Yeah,” Kenma grumbles, “It’s for the kids.”

He gets off your lap when he has five minutes to spare, leaning forward until his lips are barely touching yours. “Thanks for taking care of me while I do this,” he murmurs. You grin.

“Of course, Ken-ken. I’ll get another pot of coffee going.”

A few more hours go by— your hand pops in and out of the screen, the chat says hello. Kenma blinks up at you when you come by to switch his cups. Despite the copious amounts of caffeine, he looks tired and you frown at him. He notices the look but shakes his head. “I’m fine,” he insists.

And before you know it, it’s 5 am. You can barely keep your eyes open as you stand in front of the kettle. You’ve decided to power through the last bit with Kenma, keeping the streamer engaged with tea now that he’s passed your accepted limit of coffee and energy drinks. The whistle of the kettle makes you jump and you quickly move it off the burner. You pour the hot water into two mugs and add a teabag to each. You carefully carry them to the gaming room.

Kenma jolts when you place the mugs on the table. You narrow your eyes at him and mouth ‘are you okay?’ He nods, though it takes him a minute.

“Almost done,” he sighs, taking off his glasses and leaning back in his chair. Kenma lifts one of the cups to his lips. When you roll his extra gaming chair over, just out of frame, he quirks an eyebrow at you. “Are you gonna camp out with me?” You smile at him as you nod, leaning forward to grab your mug before settling down.

“You sure? We still have…” he checks the time. “Fifty minutes.” You nod again and motion to his computer— he's forgotten about his audience in the midst of talking to you. He winces. “Sorry guys,” he says, turning back to his monitors. He squints as he reads. “Yeah, it’s my partner… they will be here for the last stretch.” He chuckles at one of the messages and reads it aloud. “Will The Hand finally be The Face Reveal?”

You place your hand over your mouth to silence your laugh before taking a sip of your tea. “Hmm let’s see…” Kenma taps his finger on the rim of his drink. “Since we already hit the regular goal, if we can reach the stretch goal, then they will make an appearance.” He glances at you for confirmation and you shrug.

Though Kenma had raised a considerable amount, there was still a substantial amount left to meet the stretch goal, especially for the last forty-five minutes of the stream. It probably wasn't going to happen so you agree and kick the floor, slowly twirling in the seat as you scroll through your phone, and half-listen as he plays Minecraft, the last game of the stream.

The streamer stifles a yawn as he checks the time. “Five minutes left…” he looks over at the fundraising website pulled up on the other screen. “Wow guys, this is amazing.” He smiles sleepily at the camera. “We didn’t make it to the face reveal goal but that's cool. I’ll be giving away merch to the highest donator and have a random draw—“ His eyes grow wide as he immediately pauses. “Wait… guys don’t donate if you can’t afford it, it’s okay.”

You look up from your phone to find Kenma staring at his computer, hands hovering above his keyboard. You click on the streaming app. Last-minute donations are flooding in, the notifications won’t stop.

WE CAN DO THIS!!!

do it for the face reveal!

don’t feel obligated to donate, if u can’t afford it!!

The hand’s face the hand’s face the hand’s face the hand’s face

What a fucking mess 😂

hi from seoul! 🇰🇷

omg lol this is so chaotic

You watch as the donated amount goes up, up, up...

It’s silent as the number on the screen bursts into a cloud of confetti. Balloons fill the screen as the words "CONGRATULATIONS!" stare back at you. Kenma looks at you. You look at him. And then you burst into laughter. The chat explodes once more.

Did you hear that?! Was that them???

omg they sound so cute im already sobbing 😭

AHHH WE DID IT 🎉

HAND HAND HAND FACE FACE FACE ✋🗣

Kenma mutes his mic and turns to you. “You don’t have to do this,” he says. “Really, I kind of threw you in without asking first.”

You tug on the collar of your hoodie, Kodzuken merch, and smile at him as you brush your fingers through your hair to hopefully look more presentable. A flutter of butterflies frantically beat around in your stomach, anticipation waking you up better than any amount of coffee and energy drinks can. “It’s fine,” you tell him. “We were going to do this at some point so I don’t mind." You grimace when you catch a knot. "Sorry I look like a mess.”

Kenma smiles softly at you, hand reaching out to detangle the strands. “You always look beautiful to me.”

“Wow, sleep-deprived Kodzuken has reached a new level,” you tease and drag him closer to press your lips to his. You can’t even imagine what the chat must look like right now. “Go ahead, I’ll come on whenever you want me to.”

Kenma nods then give you one more kiss. He turns back to the webcam. “Alright,” he breathes. “I don’t know how you guys pulled through at the last minute, but we did it. Firstly, thank you so much to everyone who donated. This charity means a lot to me so I’m grateful to everyone who contributed, whether it was a dollar or a hundred.” He glances at you and you roll your chair closer to him. “As promised, I would like to introduce you to, 'The Hand.'”

You stick your hand out and wave, laughing after a moment of reading through the comments. “I’m kidding,” you say as you roll your chair in the frame. It's weird to be on this side of the monitors.

The chat nearly breaks, unable to keep up with the multitude of comments that flood in. You respond to a few, tittering and bantering as Kenma leans his head against your shoulder, slips his hand into yours. You reach around his head to pet his hair. “We should probably end it here,” you whisper. “Maybe we can do something like this again. Thanks to everyone who participated!” Kenma lethargically waves before ending the stream. He groans and pushes his chair back.

“Bed. Now.”

You allow him to drag you out of the gaming room and to the bedroom. Rover is already there, curled up on Kenma's pillow. He moves out of the way when Kenma nudges him gently to the side, curling around the streamer's head when he settles. You giggle and slip in as well. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him until you're flush against his body.

“I know I already said this a lot, but thanks again for taking care of me today," he says, squeezing you a little tighter. "Promise to return the favor later."

You grin against his collarbone. "No worries, just get some sleep."

He murmurs something incoherent, fast asleep when you whisper, "Night, Ken-ken.”

You're awoken several hours later to your phone blowing up. When you tap on the screen and check the first notification, the title makes you chuckle.

New Video!! Koduzen and The Hand nearly break the internet.

reblogs appreciated <3

✿ so whipped for you

bf! Atsumu x reader

warnings: none

crush!atsumu who has a big fat crush on you

crush!atsumu who’s fascinated by the way you talk back to him

crush!atsumu who’s hands are sweating when deciding to ask you out

crush!atsumu who, despite his good looks, is humble to the people around him

crush!atsumu who is competitive in nature and will quite literally fight anyone that wants you

crush!atsumu who peeks at you in class, thinking he’s slick

crush!atsumu who accepts the fact that he’s a simp for you

crush!atsumu who smiles like a lovesick fool when you laugh at his jokes

crush!atsumu who purposely misses morning practices just to catch a glimpse of you in the hallways

crush!atsumu who feels jealousy prickling at his soul when a guy has the audacity to ask you out

crush!atsumu who smirks when you shyly reject every man that comes your way. “atta girl” he thinks to himself

crush!atsumu who hands you his jacket when he notices you forgot to bring yours

crush!atsumu who forces his brother to make tuna onigiri just so he can bring them to you and brag to you about how much of a good cook he is when in reality his brother does all the work

crush!atsumu who will disrupt the class just to watch you laugh

crush!atsumu who attempts to make chocolate for you. they don’t..look the best but somehow end up tasting delicious

crush!atsumu who never seems to shut up about you and he’s made it so obvious that he’s in love with you

crush!atsumu who sees a future with you despite being so young.

crush!atsumu who leaves flowers on your desk with a note that says “pretty flowers for a pretty human being” he thinks he’s sly but his handwriting gives it away

crush!atsumu who will fight the world if anyone every dares to make you sad

crush!atsumu who will wipe your tears and kiss your forehead if he sees you sobbing. manz will cry with you ok.

crush!atsumu who gently wraps his arm around your shoulder and brings you to his warm chest. whispering a soft ‘I’m so in love with you’

crush!atsumu who’s just so whipped for you

I’d do anything just to experience a high school love with atsumu >>>>

{ M.list }

reblogs are appreciated!

©️ all rights reserved. please do not plagiarize my work.

whatever dynamic this is

Shelves

tags:; bakugo x reader, established relationship, fluff, reader being type A and so is Bakugo, domestic fluff, minor injury, small arguments, pro hero bakugo x reader, cuddling

a/n: posting this bc i haven’t posted in forever hope you enjoy, reblogs appreciated

You were sitting in your living room reading a book as your boyfriend came back from an early Saturday shift around mid day to your shared house.

While he was gone you had received a package at your doorstep. Heavy furniture packaged in a big cardboard box at your doorstep.

You had planned for your boyfriend to be home to help you move it two bookshelves for the living room.

However it started to rain and you didn’t want the package to get wet, and you were independent grown woman, you could move a box.

So you spent 30 minutes moving a box about the size of a fridge up a flight of stairs, through your doorway to the living room.

While you were moving it you definitely pulled something in your back. Now laying on your couch your lower back in pain.

Katsuki came home to you laying on the couch and a giant box in your living room. You knew he would cuss you out for hurting yourself when you could’ve called him to move it.

“I’m back y/n-“ He stopped looking at the box bigger than yourself standing in your living room, “The delivery guys put it in the living room.” He interrupted himself assuming wrong.

You hummed in response not wanting to say yes or no.

“Okay I’ll put it together tonight.” He said

Leaning down to kiss you. You met him halfway with a small wince and smiled in that kiss.

“I can do it later, I just want to lay down right now.” You said falling back on the couch.

“No I’m doing it.” He said. He hated how independent you are. Wanting you to rely on him but you never fully could always making excuses.

“Fine.” You sighed. Katsuki leaned down to give you a kiss again and reached around to drag your forward.

You gasped in pain as he held onto your lower back.

“What’s wrong.” He said pulling back quickly with a frown looking at your body. Thinking he had hurt you

“Nothing.” Trying to move his hand but Katsuki wasn’t budging. Vermillion eyes narrowing

“You’re lying.” He said and he pinched your back making you whimper.

“Ow. Ow. Ow. Okay.” You said

“What did you do.” Katsuki asked, his hands on your hips holding you.

“I moved the box… myself.” You admitted and his eyes narrowed.

“What the hell were you thinking? You could’ve called me. That box is bigger than you.” He yelled as you threw back your head at his scolding of you knowing it was because he loves you.

“You had patrol. And I can do it, I am fully capable of doing things by myself

“You could have called me. You know I would’ve come back to move the box.” He said with a frustrated look. “Why didn’t you call me, you never call me. I’m your boyfriend I’m supposed to do it. I’m supposed to open jars for you, move heavy objects, and fix things for you. Let me do it. Now you’re hurt.” He said

“It’s fine I’ll be okay just a couple of days and my back will be fine.” You lied to comfort him.

“Don’t lie to me, how bad does it hurt.” He said concerned

“An 8,”

“Jesus-“

“Calm down.”

“No next time you need something call me or I’m gonna lose it. I don’t care if you don’t feel like walking and you call me to carry you up the stairs. You call me.” Katsuki said. “What kind of boyfriend am I to have you throwing out your back to move something.”

“The kind that saves people for a living and loves me when I do stupid things like hurt my back.” You said with doe eyes you knew that made him melt. Bringing him in by the back of his neck for a kiss.

Pressing his forehead to yours and rubbing his face, his favorite action of yours. Never truly getting mad at you when you loved him.

“Did you call a doctor? You could’ve slipped a disc, or-“

You laughed at how anal he could be. “No I did not, I will be fine in a couple days.”

“How do you know that?” He asked

“I swear you are just as stressed as Izuku.” You said kissing him.

He grumbled rubbing your leg, “Don’t compare me to shitty Deku. I worry because I love you and you are a moron.”

“You’re best friends for a reason, and I am a moron that loves you and I’m going to ask for your help right now.”

Katuski ignored your first comment, “Is that so?”

“Yes because I need you to help me walk to the kitchen. I’m hungry and I’ve been stuck on this couch.”

Katsuki picked you up by your armpits and walked you to the kitchen with your legs wrapped around his waist.

“How was patrol?” You asked

“Great. I love fighting with a bank robber when my girlfriend is injuring herself because she won’t pick up the phone to call me.” He said with an attitude all you could do was roll your eyes.

“How long are you going to be mad at me.” You said tugging on his blonde hair. He grunted at your hands handling him.

Katsuki sat you gently on one of the chairs. Standing in between your legs, both arms caging you, and dropping his head.

“I’m not mad at you, im pissed that you won’t call me. Being a pro hero isn’t going to kill me you are.” He grumbled and you laughed.

“What do you want to eat?” He asked pulling away to cook for you.

“Whatever you want to cook.”

You sat in the kitchen as he cooked and you tried to help.

Trying to open a jar and your boyfriend gave you the dirtiest look.

“What did we just talk about.” He said wanting to snatch the jar out of your hand.

You held it out to him.

“Cut me some slack, please. I am used to being independent for as long as I’ve been alive.” You said

“We have been together for almost a year now. And I am here now for you. So relax please. I like taking care of you.” He said grabbing your hand and giving it a kiss. “We bought the house to be together and I can baby you.”

“You are such a sap.”

“The headline yesterday was “Dynamight’s Rage.” He replied his back turned to you cooking one of your favorite meals.

“Yes you’re so scary baby.” You sarcastically said

Both of you knowing that he had a temper and could terrify anyone. But as scary as Katsuki was he was far more scared of you when you got in your moods.

Katsuki finished cooking for you, placed you back on the couch, and made you sit there as he built the bookshelves.

He opened the box with a tool kit and instructions. You sat on the couch eating the food he made. The living room covered in styrofoam packaging and cardboard.

Even after a grueling shift, your boyfriend had cooked you a full dinner and was assembling shelves just for you.

You were type A and liked to be in control and do things yourself. Bakugo was also type A and trying to build it as you tried to control.

“No baby it’s screw A that’s screw H.” You said reading the instructions he threw.

He didn’t listen to anyone but you got half an ear.

“I know what I’m doing I don’t need the instructions.” Bakugo griped.

“I’m serious, please do it right. My books are my babies.” You complained.

“Woman you already injured yourself, can you let me do this.”

“If you did it right then I wouldn’t be complaining.” You shot back.

He let out a huff ignoring you continuing to build.

After the third time of him doing something you didn’t like you got frustrated.

Getting up off the couch, Katsuki heard you move not even turning.

“Get back on that couch before I strap you down.” He said not looking up. His red eyes focused on the wood planks.

You continued to move off the couch with a wince and Katuski turned around from the floor narrowing his eyes.

“Ass back on the couch. Now.”

“You’re not doing it right.” You whined halfway up.

He stood up his big body towering over you. Guiding back to the couch.

“You are a control freak. Sit down before I lock you in the bedroom or in the car to drive you to the hospital.” Katsuki threatened sitting you back down and throwing a heavy blanket on you to hold you down.

He was always so gentle with you even when he was ticked off.

After about an hour he saved the last bookshelf for tomorrow to cuddle you in bed.

“I told you I knew what I was doing.”

You hummed at his cockiness. He had given you some Advil and was gently massaging your back in your bed. You trapped in his big arms, your chests touching. His thick fingers gently pressing against your lower back.

“You like being my superman huh?” You said into his chest.

“Superman? Screw him I’m your Dynamight baby.”

seeing their coworker flirt with them

feat. Tsukishima, Sakusa, Akaashi

note: not explicitly f!reader but could be perceived as such. also this isn’t really hurt/comfort lol my b

TSUKISHIMA

Tsukishima always loved to tease you whenever you forgot something, joking about how you’d forget to eat if it wasn’t for him.

Well, who’s the one who forgot their lunch at home today? Not you, nope. It was your silly boyfriend. Of course, you were going to bring it to him out of the kindness of your heart. And for the opportunity to tease him back.

Fortunately, the other museum employees were already well acquainted with you, so getting to the employee lounge was a breeze.

Keep reading

Head empty just Oikawa

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓

characters. oikawa, bokuto, atsumu, kuroo

If it’s ok, I’d like to suggest Oikawa/Bokuto/Kuroo/Atsumu comforting a reader who is insecure about their flat chest <3

includes. reader with a flat/small chest, fem!reader, comfort, fluff, a tiny bit of angst , suggestive!!

+ sticky note. ofc baby i love spreading some body positivity! Sorry for taking so freaking long hope u like this <3

☆ 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 it was when he caught you staring with tired eyes at the reflection of your chest on the mirror that it clicked him. Oikawa’s arms quickly wrap around your waist as his chin rests on your shoulder. “You are beautiful, you know that, right?” You gasp at the sudden intromission of your boyfriend and as if it was on cue you try covering your upper body, “Tooru, get out I-” Oikawa hugs you tighter as he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck. “Don’t hide away from me Y/N, not when you are this gorgeous.” His words warm you heart and with a weak voice you stare at your chest. “Except for these.” A pout forms on the setter’s lips as he frowns at you. “What are you talking about?” His fingertips draw gentle circles over your waist as he breathes softly, his heart feels tighter in his chest. “Princess, I’ll worship every single inch of you, you are perfect just like this.” He kisses your cheek before you can add anything else, whispering a deep I’ll show you. And that’s exactly what he does. 

☆ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 nothing makes him sadder than watching how your pretty smile fades from your face when you stare at the bras section in the store. It’s in the ride home when he brings it up, hand moving down to cup your thigh as his face turns dead serious, staring at the road. “Gorgeous, what’s wrong?” His hand feels warm against your skin, makes you wanna confess to him all your fears but your stubborn heart won’t allow it. “I’m fine Kou”, you lie. “Baby, talk to me.” “I said I’m fi-“, you grasp onto your seat as the car violently moves to the right, stopping on the sideline of the road. “What the-“ Bokuto stares at you with pure determination as he slides his hand behind your seat and turns to you. “We are not moving until your talk to me.” You huff, “These are the problem, okay?!.” Bokuto blinks, “WHAT?! But they are perfect!” He says before unfastening his belt to shovel his face in your boobs, giving you a tight hug. “See? They are so comfy and warm, they are perfect like everything about you.” You melt at his words, and you stay like this hugging each other as Bokuto repeats you for the nth time how wonderful your chest is.

☆ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 even though he was a little blunt sometimes, Atsumu seemed to sense your discomfort when you stared at the magazine showing busty women posing in clothes you think that will never fit you as pretty as that. “What you looking at?” He leans against you on the couch and you sigh. “Clothes, you’ll get bored.” He rolls his eyes before gazing at a cute dress featuring your favorite colors. “That one would look gorgeous on you, pretty girl.” Your eyes drift to the picture and you shift uncomfortably, noticing how it looked specially tight around the model’s chest. “No, it won’t.” You spat, causing your boyfriend’s hazel eyes to open wide. He took another look at the dress and his chest contracts, “Baby…” “It’s fine.” You mumble crossing your arms over your small chest. Atsumu’s eyes fix on your face as he scoops you closer to him, pulling your legs onto his lap. he holds you against him, gently as ever. “ Hey doll, you’ll look gorgeous in anything because of the simple fact that it’s you wearing it.” Atsumu says, brushing his thumb against your cheek before planting tender kiss that warms, wishing it could take that insecurity away.

☆ 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 it caught Kuroo’s golden gaze when you nervously looked at the ground as you asked the store’s assistant to get you a smaller size of bra. He stands up from the little seat outside your fitting room and arches an eyebrow at the time you pull your head back inside the fitting room with red cheeks. It only takes him two of his long steps to be right in front of the door. “Hey love, everything okay in there?” Kuroo says giving two light knocks on the door. Before you can answer the store assistants arrives. “Sorry, we don’t have smaller ones”, she says for you and Kuroo to hear. “Are you sure? What about another store-” Your boyfriend asks to the girl and his chest tightens when you weakly interrupts him with an it’s okay. Once the girl leaves Kuroo knocks again. “Baby, let me in for a sec,” the door opens slowly and Kuroo slides in smoothly. “I hate it.” You say against Kuroo’s chest as he hugs you, his hand holding tightly your head. “Don’t say that about one of the sexiest parts of your body, okay?” He whispers kissing the top of your head. “I’m not sure about that.” You chuckle dryly and Kuroo pulls away looking at you. “Hey, I’m the one who sleeps on them and I can assure you they are beautiful.” You stare into each other’s eyes until multiple knocks against the door remind you that the world is not only the both of you.

they get super flustered when you tuck their hair behind their ear. they stutter over their words and their face flushes a pretty red. it’s the cutest thing in the world, you do it randomly to catch them off guard.

kageyama, atsumu, hinata (both!!), oikawa, yamaguchi, sakusa, tsukishima, goshiki, tendou, koganegawa (he’s the cutest TT), kyotani, & yaku

same thing but instead they do it to you. they do it when you’re super focused on something or when you’re talking passionately about something. they don’t do it to get you flustered or anything (well maybe a little bit), they just really love to admire you.

akaashi, iwaizumi, kenma, kuroo (def both), bokuto, matsukawa, makki, ushijima, osamu, suna, aran, semi (maybe both??), & komori

note: ik some ppl’s hair might not be long enough to tuck but i just love the gesture itself SM !!

Desperate Confessions with: Riddle Rosehearts , Leona Kingscholar

Others: Jamil and Sebek

Riddle Rosehearts

It’s almost dark when you finally step out of the library. The entire campus is steeped in the quiet warmth of the setting sun, casting long shadows and filling the air with a golden glow. You spot Riddle just a few paces away, standing by the ivy-laden wall, seemingly waiting for you. His usual composure is absent, replaced by an odd stillness in his posture, a tension that you can feel even from here.

"Riddle?" you ask, concern coloring your voice as you approach him. He turns, and for a moment, he doesn’t seem like himself. His face is flushed, his gaze intense, almost… desperate.

“You’re here,” he says quietly, almost in relief, though the softness of his words belies a turmoil simmering beneath. "I didn’t expect you to come out this late."

You tilt your head, trying to read the unspoken thoughts in his expression, but he doesn’t give you a chance. “I… need to tell you something.” His voice is tight, as though he’s struggling against himself to form the words. His hands are clenched at his sides, and he looks as if he’s trying to steady his breathing. “It’s—it’s been too much lately, and I don’t think I can keep pretending I’m…unaffected by you."

For a moment, he closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, they hold a vulnerability you’ve rarely seen. "You’ve haunted my thoughts, day and night. Every time I see you, I—I’m left wondering if I’ll be able to speak without… without feeling like my heart will burst. I feel like I’m losing control of myself whenever you’re near.”

His cheeks flush deeper, but he doesn’t look away. "I’m embarrassed by it. This—this lack of control.” His voice breaks, just a bit, and you can hear the self-criticism beneath his words. “I’ve spent my whole life restraining myself, and then you—” He takes a shaky breath. “You come into my life, and suddenly… I can’t.”

Your chest tightens at the rawness of his confession, at the deep-seated need he’s barely holding back. Before you can stop yourself, you close the gap between you, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him close.

Riddle’s breath catches, but he doesn’t pull away. His eyes are wide, a hint of disbelief mingling with hope as he gazes at you, unspoken words trembling on his lips. And in that moment, you realize that there’s no need for more words.

You surge forward, capturing his lips in a fierce, unrestrained kiss. It’s hard, almost desperate, and every ounce of feeling he’s kept bottled up seems to crash over both of you at once. Riddle’s arms wrap around you, and he clings to you as if he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

He kisses you back with the same intensity, almost a little shyly at first, but it quickly deepens into something far more passionate. His hand slips up to cup the side of your face, and you can feel his fingers tremble ever so slightly as he pulls you closer, kissing you like he’s wanted to for far too long.

When you finally part, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting together as you catch your breath. Riddle’s eyes are shining, his lips swollen from the kiss, his face flushed.

He looks at you with a kind of wonder, like he’s still not entirely certain this is real, and then, almost shyly, he whispers, “I didn’t… I didn’t know it could feel like this.” His voice is soft, reverent, as if he’s savoring each word, the remnants of his vulnerability lingering.

Leona Kingscholar

It sneaks up on Leona, this feeling he doesn't know what to name. At first, he thinks it's just irritation—that persistent gnawing that comes with your endless presence. You’re always around, talking, laughing, pulling him into things he swears he doesn’t care about. He assumes it’s only a matter of time before he finally snaps. But then you’re not there one day, and the world feels off-kilter.

He spends that entire afternoon restless, eyes flickering toward every entrance as if expecting you to walk through it. But you don’t. The gardens are too quiet, his naps too still, and he’s left with a strange emptiness that he can’t shake off.

The next day, you’re there again, and the weight lifts. He scowls when he catches himself relaxing, brushing it off, but it keeps happening. Days pass, and it’s clear—he misses you. This realization grates on him, bothers him in a way nothing else has. How could he, Leona Kingscholar, find himself so wrapped up in someone else?

Then, today, he’s back in his usual spot in the garden, the shade cooling his skin as he lounges, pretending to nap. He can hear your footsteps before he sees you, and he opens one eye as you approach, carrying a basket of food, smiling that soft, familiar smile of yours.

"Thought you’d like something to eat," you say, setting the basket down with that easy grace of yours that makes his chest ache.

And that’s it. That ache in his chest spills over, and he can’t hold it back anymore. It all comes rushing out, like a dam breaking.

"Why?" he says, his voice rougher than he intended. "Why do you keep coming here, even when I’ve given you every reason not to?" He’s sitting up now, leaning toward you, the intensity in his eyes making you blink.

He huffs, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "I thought you were a nuisance at first. Always hanging around, always in my space." His voice drops lower, rougher, almost as if he’s frustrated with himself. "But the truth is… I’m the one who’s a mess without you. You leave, and everything just… feels wrong."

There’s a pause, and he looks down, jaw clenched, hands clenched in his lap. "I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I don’t care anymore. All I know is… I want you here. Always." He raises his gaze to yours, the desperation flickering in his eyes a vulnerability that catches even him off guard.

Your heart swells, and as his words sink in, a smile breaks across your face. Tears well up in your eyes, unbidden, but you can’t help it. Before you know it, you’re leaning in, cupping his face, and pressing your lips to his in a kiss that’s as gentle as it is profound. The warmth of him, the rough texture of his skin against yours, grounds you, and you kiss him deeply, tasting the intensity of his feelings, the rawness he’s bared just for you.

As you pull back, his thumb brushes across your cheek, catching a stray tear. He leans forward, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, his own lips brushing lightly against the salt of your tears. "Even that," he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble, "even the taste of you like this… I want it all."

And you hold him close, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your palm, realizing that this is where you both belong.

Masterlist

"Hey 'Samu. What's up?"

"Sorry ta bother ya Sunarin, I know yer packin' but yer roommate had a stressful day and is uh," Osamu clears his throat, "not safe ta get home. I'd drive but my car's-"

"In the shop, I know." Suna sighs and there's a soft jingle of keys. "I'll be there soon."

Osamu clears the bottles of sake off the counter cleaning around your slumped, sleeping form. He softly nudges you. "Sunarin's on his way ta get ya home."

You whimper pathetically, words slurring, "i'snot gonna be his homemuch longer."

Osamu feels a pang of his own pain.

It was bittersweet, his best friend being recruited by a division one team. He was mostly overjoyed and proud, knowing how long Suna had been playing volleyball, but a small part of him hurt because it meant his best friend moving away.

He knows Suna's always going to be his best friend so the distance won't damage their friendship but you...

His employee, the first one he hired who's been working for and with him since the beginning

Who got to know Suna from his frequent visits and became friends, accepting the spare room he offered when your old lease was up...

You don't have that history with Suna. Though you celebrated with him just as hard as Osamu, the part that hurts over him leaving is much larger.

After a few nasty customers today Osamu offered you a drink as you closed up. It quickly escalated as you poured your heart out and swore him to secrecy at the same time.

Osamu lets Suna in when he knocks and watches the middle blocker help you to your feet, draping one of your arms over his shoulders as he wraps one of his around your waist.

"What's gonna happen when you leave? Osamu asks quietly.

Suna snorts. "You're gonna need a bedroll in the office."

Osamu shakes his head. "No, Rin." He motions to you with his chin. "What happens...when you leave?"

Suna searches his friend's expression, not answering.

Osamu holds the door and keeps his promise, keeps your secret, but simply offers. "I think ya need ta talk about it."

Suna tucks you into the front seat, Osamu's words replaying in his head as he drives home, you slumped against the door in sleep.

"Suna!" You jump. "You scared me, I didn't see you there." You try to laugh it off, the surprise of finding him standing in the dark as you take out Onigiri Miya's trash, but you're clutching your chest. He can see through your false bravado. "What uh...what's up? Why are you standing out here like a creep?"

"I...got drafted."

You raise your brow and smirk. "What by the army?"

Normally he'd quip back but his heads spinning too much. "No. By EJP Raijon."

"Oh." Your expression clears in shock. "Oh damn, like drafted, drafted."

"Yeah." He shifts his gym bag.

"We'll that's, that's great right? That's what you were hoping for!"

"I guess." He shrugs.

"Tch, what do you mean you guess!" You grab his arm and drag him inside announcing to the whole restaurant that your roommate was going to play professional volleyball.

After one too many jokes that night about having to find a new roommate he started to get frustrated but when he asks "is that all you think of me? Your roommate?"

You stutter.

He'll never admit that his heart stopped beating in the few seconds it took you to answer.

"N-No, you're my f-you're my friend." You blink owlishly under his gaze and he wonders what else he could have been searching for.

Nothing.

Nothing happens, he already knows nothing happens when he leaves.

He helps you into the apartment and you robotically leave your shoes by the door and shuffle past the kitchen but you don't go to your room.

Eyes closed you sleepwalk into his room.

He quickly kicks his shoes off and chases after you with a gentle call of your name but you pull out of his grasp.

"Leavemelone Samu," you groan. "Jus lemme go tobed."

"I'm trying but this isn't your bed," he protests handling you far more patiently than he would anyone else.

Your features crumple like you're going to cry and you're still slipping out of his hands. "Yesi'is..." Your bottom lip trembles. "Sunasgone Samu, an' imtaking his room."

He stands helplessly in the middle of his own room as you climb into his bed, under his covers and wrap yourself tightly. He sees how you bury your nose in the blanket and inhale.

"Stil'smels like him, too..." You exhale shakily like you're still on the verge of tears. "Imnot gonna tell him he left this either..." Your breathing evens out as you drift. "...I's all I'll have to 'member him..."

Suna feels a strange pain in his chest as he watches your lips slack open.

You stretch, twisting your wrists as you flex your arms straight, and yawn. You slept surprisingly well given the last thing you remember is falling asleep on the counter at Onigiri Miya but your horizontal orientation clearly means you're in bed. And when you open your eyes and take in the piles of moving boxes you realize you're not in your own room.

Cringing in embarrassment you tiptoe out of bed, pausing at the door until you know the apartment's empty, you scurry to the bathroom.

After the longest shower you can stand, you get dressed to find your soon-to-be ex-roommate moving boxes closer to the door.

He regards you with his usual smirk. "Morning sleeping beauty."

There's a rush of heat to your cheeks and you don't know what to do with your hands. "I-I'm so sorry about last night."

"Which part?" He teasingly asks "the part where I had to drive all the way to Onigiri Miya to pick you up or the part where you stole my bed?"

You grimace. "Both."

"Don't worry about it," he chuckles dryly.

"Do you want any help?" you offer, doubting your ability to actually be helpful to a professional athlete and he smirks, thinking the same thing.

"Nah, I'm good." He goes back to his room and looks around, patting his pockets, before picking up the last box and adding it to the stack by the door. "The mover's are parking now."

You nod and try to stay out of the way as his things are moved out. As the last box is taken he goes back to his room and brings out a small cardboard box.

"Here."

Your brow dips as he hands the box to you. "What's this?"

He shrugs, dropping his keys on the counter for you. "Just a small going-away present."

"Oh, but I don't have..." Your words fade when he shakes his head.

"I'm good." He holds your gaze in his strange quiet intensity. "Take care of yourself."

"You-You too, Rin."

With the box in your arms you don't have to overthink giving him a hug versus a handshake or something equally awkward. He just waves once, leaves,

And you're alone.

Still holding the box you numbly shuffle into his room, taking in the vast emptiness from corner to corner.

Outside the moving truck rumbles, loudly at first until it drives off, leaving you in quiet.

You slowly sit down on Suna's bare floor and let yourself cry. You're going to miss the movie nights, shared meals, incessant jokes...

You're going to miss your old roommate...but he was never just your roommate, was he? From the moment he walked into Onigiri Miya you had been in love. And becoming his roommate, seeing him walk from the bathroom to his bedroom in just a towel, the way he would leave a cup of coffee on the counter for you in the mornings...only made you fall harder. Fall deeper.

But he was out of your league and your boss's best friend...so you never wanted to risk what you had.

Wiping tears and snot from your face you open the box, the sight of his blanket sending another wave of tears crashing down.

You pull it out and wrap it around yourself, crying harder, as a letter with your name in his scrappy writing falls out.

Hands shaking you pick it up and read:

I'm in love with you. I've loved you for a long time and was hoping you'd ask me to stay but you'd never do that, would you? Because you're a good person who supports me but I can tell you with 100% certainty that if the roles were reversed I wouldn't do the same for you.

You unfold the paper and something extra falls out. You absentmindedly lift it up as you read the end:

I know I'm moving and all but...I'm still gonna need a roommate....

Speechlessly you look at the extra thing, heart racing as you see it's an airline voucher.

...And I'd like that to be you.