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summary: when your make out session gets interrupted by their boss, how do you both react?
a/n: i write this a while ago now for twt, but it’s still one of my favorites, requests are open, read the rules and feel free to send one ^-^ part 2 is now up!!
Kuroo
You were shocked to see a message from Tetsurou saying a driver was coming to pick you up. He was at work, so that could be the only place they were going to take you. He expressed how he needed to see you, he missed you so dearly, you imagined him saying, laughing slightly to yourself.
You were big on only visiting Tetsurou at work if you had business. But he was incredibly hard to say no to. He had a natural born charm after all, in a very good way. You put your thoughts to the side as you arrived at his office door, one of his assistants knocking introducing you. Your name had made him open the door immediately. He had thanked his assistant for escorting you, and asked if they could send his regards to the driver as well. It being just the two of you, Tetsurou wanted to waste no time.
synopsis: the one in which you disrupt his shower because you miss him.
ʚɞ MIYA Atsumu | “Castaways, we are castaways….” you held in in your giggles before throwing open the shower curtains. “Ahoy there, Aho-“ atsumu lets out a little scream when he meets your eyes. “wha-babe! ya scared the crap outta me! What’dya doing barging in?” you crack a shy smile, looking down at the white tiles floor before peeking up him. “I miss you, tsum”. atsumu grins at your words. “ya wanna join me?” he opens his palms as an invitation, to which you gladly accept. “should we always shower together from now on? can’t have ma princess missing her prince too much.”
ʚɞ OIKAWA Toru | you watch the pretty setter carefully massage the shampoo into his hair before letting out a light cough. your husband freezes before turning around slowly, letting out a sigh of relief when when sees you. he turns around fully and smirks, “what? you like what you see?” despite being married for a few years, the sight of Oikawa Toru with water dripping down the ends of his hair still manages to make your cheeks feel a little warmer. “I-um…” oikawa laughs at your reaction, “I’m just teasing. How can I be of service?” “I miss you, Toru.” He laughs again, except this time it was laced with nothing but love. “it’s only been five minutes, but let me rinse off and then cuddle time?” you smile, “cuddle time!”
Husband!Tsukki who cannot shut up about you when he comes back to work after your wedding, surprising all of his coworkers when he willingly shows off wedding photos
Husband!Tsukki who fiddles with his ring when he’s anxious, because it makes him think of you and that calms him down
Husband!Tsukki who refers to you by your new last name way too often in the first few months after your wedding because he’s just so enamored with the fact that you’re his
Husband!Tsukki who says “my wife,” in conversation instead of your name, even to people who know you (they try so hard not to make fun of him because it’s really sweet to see him so happy but also … the ones that were your friends first can’t resist giving him a little shit about it)
Husband!Tsukki who gets you flowers every couple of weeks, making sure that little centerpiece on your dining room table always looks fresh
Husband!Tsukki who surprises you on your first anniversary with a miniature version of your wedding cake (it was kind of a pain to get the guy who did the original to do this, but, Tsukki’s persuasive, he managed)
Husband!Tsukki who’s special ringtone for you is the song you danced to at your wedding
your relationship with tsukishima had never been one full of pda. even in private, affection was usually initiated by you. you never minded, you knew he preferred to show his love in other ways; just not with pda.
however, lately he’d been a lot more affectionate. you loved it, but it was unusual for him to suddenly kiss you out of nowhere, especially in public.
you can see him walking toward you and you lift your hand up in a friendly wave. he quickly greets you, but before you can even speak, he’s pulling you in for a kiss.
you hugged his back, chin perched on his shoulder while he played a game with the twins. you were watching his game, seriously you were, until you glanced down at his watch which rested in his lap, attached to a controller. whilst he clicked away, you couldn’t help but admire the way his hands held the small object, they were so… large compared to the controller, slender, his nails painted pink from two nights before after you’d begged him to let you pain them. they were, dare you say, pretty.
you sat there watching his hands for around 15 minutes and he must’ve felt it because when he asked, “whatcha starin’ at pretty?” you felt a heat rush to your cheeks faster than you could answer him, you were slightly embarrassed. “uhmm nothing.” it came out more like a question rather than an answer which makes him let out a breath that you recognized as a laugh, “are you sure?” by now you can hear atsumu yelling at him through his headset that he’s making them lose but suna doesn’t seem to care as he mutes his friends, eyes now on you. “you’ve been quiet. what’s on your mind, baby?” he cups his hand over your cheek and soothes your warm skin, running a cold thumb over the bags of your eye. “your hands… i just thought they were pretty.”
you can see his eyes glance to the hand cupping your cheek before staring back into, what felt like, your soul, “you think so?” his lips curl into a grin, “thank you.” he rubs the skin under your eye a few more times before raising this other hand to cup the opposite cheek and giving your face a squeeze, “i think your face is pretty.” he says before kissing your lips. you can only let out a muffled, “thank you.” as he laughs at you, “you’re too cute, really.”
# tsukishima
you sat in his lap as he helped with you your homework just like every other friday afternoon. honestly you were listening to his lesson or at least you were trying to but he was making it so hard. you’d never realized his hands were so… pretty. of course you’d held them, kissed them, seen them before, etc. you’d just never really recognized them as ‘pretty’ until he was writing down a math equation on the notebook paper in front of you.
finally, when you stop your 'mhms’ he knows you’re no longer listening to his explanation, he wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest, “you’re not listening. getting sleepy? we can take a break if you want.” you’re immediately snapped out of your thoughts at his words. “what? no, no! i was just spaced out, sorry.” you ramble, “can you… start over? i’ll listen this time.” he rolls his eyes and hugs you tighter, “okay, so you start here-” not even three sentences in you feel yourself staring again and, of course he notices. “listen, if you need a break that’s fine, we can-” “no no kei, it’s just that… i can’t concentrate. i’m not tired it’s… it’s your hand…” he raises a brow and moves his hand slightly. honestly you didn’t even know how to describe his hands. of course you see them all the time, why were you only just noticing how nice they looked? all slender and long, they were just… pretty.
“what about my hand, baby?” he asks, tone a little teasing. you reach for his other hand which is hooked around your waist and hold it up for him to see, playing with his fingers. “they’re really pretty.” you sigh, pressing a kiss to the pads of his pointer finger. he fights the blush threatening his cheeks, “this is what you’re so concerned about?” “mhm” and he laughs, “well, thank you for the compliment.” he says, pressing a kiss to where your jaw meets your neck, “are you gonns sit here and play with my fingers for the rest of the day or continue with the lesson? i guess i don’t mind either way.”
# akaashi
it was normal for you to sit in his lap while he did paperwork, sitting in a comfortable silence together. you often found yourself staring at his hands, writing, typing, or even just sitting there, they always looked so pretty. though you’d never told him about this thought. currently, you had a concentrated look contorted on your face as you stared, a look he seemed to notice. “everything okay, angel?” he nudges you with his elbow which snaps you out of your thoughts, “hm? oh yeah, i’m fine.” you straighten your back and give him a reassuring smile, “are you sure? you look tired, you don’t have to sit with me ya know? go take a nap if you’re feeling sleepy.” he kisses your cheek and smiles at you innocently.
“keiji,” you giggle, “i’m not sleepy, plus i wanna sit with you. i was just zoned out.” you rub your eyes, though, now that you were thinking about it, maybe you were a little sleepy. “what were you so focused on then?” “your hands.” you’re honest and he’s confused. “what you mean? what’s wrong with them?” he inspects them and you shake your head, grabbing them. “nothing’s wrong with them, keji. i just think they’re really pretty.” you confess, kissing the knuckles on each hand, “pretty?” “mhm.” “how’s that?” “well, i dunno. they’re just nice to look at. oh! and mine fits in them really well, like a puzzle piece, look.” you lace your fingers between his and show him what you mean and he realizes you’re right. “see, not to big not too small, and they’re super soft too.” you smile and he nods. “i see what you mean, about the puzzle piece i mean.”
“so you agree? you have really pretty hands.” he nods “well i guess, but i think yours are nicer than mine. it’s your hand that fits so well into mine, they were made for me i think.” pink rushes to his cheeks as he says it, “was that weird to say?” “no! i think you’re right, baby.” you offer him a smile and he returns it, kissing the back of your hand which he held. “thank you for the compliment by the way.” you nod and yawn, stretching your arms out, “i knew you were getting sleepy, lets go take a nap.”
you hugged his back, chin perched on his shoulder while he played a game with the twins. you were watching his game, seriously you were, until you glanced down at his watch which rested in his lap, attached to a controller. whilst he clicked away, you couldn’t help but admire the way his hands held the small object, they were so… large compared to the controller, slender, his nails painted pink from two nights before after you’d begged him to let you pain them. they were, dare you say, pretty.
you sat there watching his hands for around 15 minutes and he must’ve felt it because when he asked, “whatcha starin’ at pretty?” you felt a heat rush to your cheeks faster than you could answer him, you were slightly embarrassed. “uhmm nothing.” it came out more like a question rather than an answer which makes him let out a breath that you recognized as a laugh, “are you sure?” by now you can hear atsumu yelling at him through his headset that he’s making them lose but suna doesn’t seem to care as he mutes his friends, eyes now on you. “you’ve been quiet. what’s on your mind, baby?” he cups his hand over your cheek and soothes your warm skin, running a cold thumb over the bags of your eye. “your hands… i just thought they were pretty.”
you can see his eyes glance to the hand cupping your cheek before staring back into, what felt like, your soul, “you think so?” his lips curl into a grin, “thank you.” he rubs the skin under your eye a few more times before raising this other hand to cup the opposite cheek and giving your face a squeeze, “i think your face is pretty.” he says before kissing your lips. you can only let out a muffled, “thank you.” as he laughs at you, “you’re too cute, really.”
# tsukishima
you sat in his lap as he helped with you your homework just like every other friday afternoon. honestly you were listening to his lesson or at least you were trying to but he was making it so hard. you’d never realized his hands were so… pretty. of course you’d held them, kissed them, seen them before, etc. you’d just never really recognized them as ‘pretty’ until he was writing down a math equation on the notebook paper in front of you.
finally, when you stop your 'mhms’ he knows you’re no longer listening to his explanation, he wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest, “you’re not listening. getting sleepy? we can take a break if you want.” you’re immediately snapped out of your thoughts at his words. “what? no, no! i was just spaced out, sorry.” you ramble, “can you… start over? i’ll listen this time.” he rolls his eyes and hugs you tighter, “okay, so you start here-” not even three sentences in you feel yourself staring again and, of course he notices. “listen, if you need a break that’s fine, we can-” “no no kei, it’s just that… i can’t concentrate. i’m not tired it’s… it’s your hand…” he raises a brow and moves his hand slightly. honestly you didn’t even know how to describe his hands. of course you see them all the time, why were you only just noticing how nice they looked? all slender and long, they were just… pretty.
“what about my hand, baby?” he asks, tone a little teasing. you reach for his other hand which is hooked around your waist and hold it up for him to see, playing with his fingers. “they’re really pretty.” you sigh, pressing a kiss to the pads of his pointer finger. he fights the blush threatening his cheeks, “this is what you’re so concerned about?” “mhm” and he laughs, “well, thank you for the compliment.” he says, pressing a kiss to where your jaw meets your neck, “are you gonns sit here and play with my fingers for the rest of the day or continue with the lesson? i guess i don’t mind either way.”
# akaashi
it was normal for you to sit in his lap while he did paperwork, sitting in a comfortable silence together. you often found yourself staring at his hands, writing, typing, or even just sitting there, they always looked so pretty. though you’d never told him about this thought. currently, you had a concentrated look contorted on your face as you stared, a look he seemed to notice. “everything okay, angel?” he nudges you with his elbow which snaps you out of your thoughts, “hm? oh yeah, i’m fine.” you straighten your back and give him a reassuring smile, “are you sure? you look tired, you don’t have to sit with me ya know? go take a nap if you’re feeling sleepy.” he kisses your cheek and smiles at you innocently.
“keiji,” you giggle, “i’m not sleepy, plus i wanna sit with you. i was just zoned out.” you rub your eyes, though, now that you were thinking about it, maybe you were a little sleepy. “what were you so focused on then?” “your hands.” you’re honest and he’s confused. “what you mean? what’s wrong with them?” he inspects them and you shake your head, grabbing them. “nothing’s wrong with them, keji. i just think they’re really pretty.” you confess, kissing the knuckles on each hand, “pretty?” “mhm.” “how’s that?” “well, i dunno. they’re just nice to look at. oh! and mine fits in them really well, like a puzzle piece, look.” you lace your fingers between his and show him what you mean and he realizes you’re right. “see, not to big not too small, and they’re super soft too.” you smile and he nods. “i see what you mean, about the puzzle piece i mean.”
“so you agree? you have really pretty hands.” he nods “well i guess, but i think yours are nicer than mine. it’s your hand that fits so well into mine, they were made for me i think.” pink rushes to his cheeks as he says it, “was that weird to say?” “no! i think you’re right, baby.” you offer him a smile and he returns it, kissing the back of your hand which he held. “thank you for the compliment by the way.” you nod and yawn, stretching your arms out, “i knew you were getting sleepy, lets go take a nap.”
“Can we please talk about it,” you sigh, following your boyfriend into the living room.
“What’s there to talk about? Yamaguchi accidentally revealed that you actually used to hate me back in high school,” Tsukishima says, plopping down on the couch. You find yourself standing in front of your pouty boyfriend, your arms crossed. It seemed ridiculous to be upset over such a frivolous detail.
uhm, hi!! i have a request! So, know how there are hcs where the haikyuu boys walk in on the reader changing, right? But what if it was the other way around?? The reader walks in on them changing!!
please ignore this if your busy or don't wanna do it, no pressure!!
notes: i finally got around to writing this 💀 thx for the req anon, this was fun! (barely proofread beware lmao)
ღ THE SCREAMER; this is a genuine reaction. maybe he mistook you for a serial killer, or he’s really insecure about his body, or perhaps he’s just shy. the only thing for sure is as soon as you walk in, a shrill, almost girly shriek bounces off the walls and reaches your ears, followed by a loud “get out!” from the boy in front of you. an alternative name for this group: the cover-uppers.
“Come on sweetheart, you’ve got plenty of dolls at home,” Tetsurou sighed, tugging his daughter’s arm away from the shop window. She whined, trying to grab the display with her free hand.
“No, this one’s special, Daddy! Her hair grows, you can pull it and make it longer!” Tetsurou sighed. That was exactly what the house needed, another doll to step on in the dark.
“I said no, and that’s final. Some kids don’t have any dolls at all, and you have… at least more than four! Be grateful for your toys and let someone else get that one.” She sniffed, her hand falling from her dad’s.
“Tetsu, please buy me this doll?” She pointed, her eyes gazing longingly in his direction. He nearly did a double take upon hearing the familiar whine; after all, it had only been a matter of time before she’d start mimicking you to get what she wanted. He sighed, walking back to pick her up and place her on his shoulders.
“You copycat. You know that won’t work on me.” Well, it would’ve, if you hadn’t told him he’d be sleeping on the couch if she came home with another toy.
