@lovesdaya

catch me making out with everyone (including mak and suna.) NO ONE IS SAVE AROUND ME

5 people id take to coachella with me:

@dearru for obvious reasons

-suna (weed.)

-hinata (vibes.)

-aran (responsible.)

-atsumu (vibes.)

whenever I like your self ship posts, please imagine me holding up pompoms and yelling "YEAH!!!!" every time.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8jV7UVs/

tell me why meeya sent me this too, LMAAOAO u guys know me 😞

─ ✦ Itoshi Rin who can’t stop drawing you.

It’s all he does. He sits in class, and instead of looking out the window at the football field right outside the classroom like he used to, he sits focused, paying attention to every detail that makes you, you.

From the back of the classroom, his pencil moves effortlessly, sketching the outline of your figure as you sit in the front row. His sketchbook is filled with you laughing, talking with your friends, and doing trivial things, but his favorite to draw is when you're listening to music. Because he can actually see when you’re lost in the music. By the subtle shifts in your expression, the slight upturn of your lips when a more happy song plays, or the way your body stills when the music turns somber. He notices how your fingers absentmindedly tap against your notebook, your focus shifting between the melody and the words you scribble down.

Now his sketchbook is filled with drawings of you, only you. So of course he has to get a new one, a new small black notebook that he can carry around everywhere.

After another long day, he walked to the bookstore in the city. He searched for the same model notebook he had, but he couldn’t find it, so he went for the last possible solution: ask someone for help. He approached the register with heavy steps and asked an older woman if she could help him. She kindly told him that her eyesight wasn’t always what it used to be, so she asked for a younger worker to help, and it was you.

You worked at this bookshop?

With a smile, pretending not to recognize him, you gently grabbed the notebook from his limp hands. His fingers remained frozen, too shocked by your unexpected presence to react and before he could stop you, you flipped open the notebook. Intending to find the model's name inside, but by opening it, you saw all the drawings. All the drawings of you, sketches on every page, not an inch uncovered. Some sketches were intricate and detailed, others rough and hurried, yet unmistakably you in every stroke. Rin just stood rooted in place, his expression pale and unreadable, his wide eyes fixed on you as if time itself had stopped.

Then, something seemed to snap him out of his trance. Because without a word, he lunged forward, yanking the notebook from your hands with more force than both you and him expected, he turned abruptly, bolting out of the store before you could even process it.

me and bokuto core

me and sakusa

paste ur ship

atsumu miya - 320 words.

atsumu knows he’s screwed.

the second you laugh at his joke, fingers brushing his chest as you lean forward, he knows he’s absolutely screwed. later, osamu will tease him for how red he got, but he’ll brush it off with an indignant roll of his eyes.

from that moment on, atsumu’s familiar cockiness melts away in your presence. he stumbles over his words, avoiding eye contact. his jokes fall flat, and yet you still laugh every time. suna tells him you’re way out of his league and atsumu shoves his shoulder playfully, reluctantly and internally agreeing.

some random day after school, to his surprise, you ask him to walk you home. he has practice, but he skips the first half for you. kita is gonna tear him a new one—he can’t find it in himself to care. he shoves his hands in his pockets and stares at the ground as you talk to him, too nervous to meet your eyes.

when the first dribbles of rain hit the ground, he curses. you both make a run for a nearby bus stop, where there’s a roof, and stand there for a quiet moment.

“i love the rain,” you say eventually, letting out a soft sigh.

he glances over at you and the look of absolute wonder leaves a pang of joy in his heart. you look so . . . ethereal. suna was right; you’re so out of his league.

“especially when it’s warm out,” you continue. you reach your hand out, letting the water fill your cupped hand before pouring it. you turn to atsumu with a giggle. “do you like the rain?”

he hesitates, enamored by the look in your eyes. “yeah,” he answers, breathless. and, really, he doesn’t. it’s cold and wet and it sucks. but you like it. and he likes you. and he would stand with you in the rain forever if it meant seeing that look on your face.

i genuinely think i might just delete cherrysurf and sojumica entirely eventually

me and shoyo and suna and meeya’s wedding @kawoala