In Your Shared Apartment With Shouto Todoroki, Everything Is Blissful (as If You’re In Some Sort Of

Dr. Doofensmirtz really went from fighting a platypus to fighting real heroes-

Why is there an anime version of dr doofensmirtz in my hero academia im so confused

— drunk confessions.

kazuha x gn reader

part 1. part 2.

warnings: golden apple event spoilers(?), cursing, alcohol, fluff, slightly suggestive

“Venti, what was in that drink??”

“Err, he might’ve drunk one of my cocktails..?”

Your face felt hot as a very drunk Kazuha clung onto you, giggling randomly and cooing your name while leaning uncomfortably close to your face.

“Y/nnnn~ hic- look at meee,” he whined tugging on your shirt while turning his head to try to catch your eyes. You felt as if you were about to burst from all the affection.

“Heh, seems as if you don’t mind Kazuha’s drunk antics though,” Venti giggled, eyeing your arms wrapped around Kazuha’s waist, while he clung onto you.

“Oh my archons, Venti! Guess what?”

“What, Y/n?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, face hot with embarrassment. Your other friends giggled, as Venti feigned being hurt.

“Y/nnn~” Kazuha drawled, tracing your lips with a finger.

Fuck.

You could hear snickering coming from the others as you shot a glare at them.

“What is it?” you sighed, finally looking into Kazuha’s eyes, though you almost immediately regretted it.

His eyelids were drooped as he stared intensely at your lips, almost hungrily. Glancing up at you he giggled and puckered his lips.

“Kiss!”

Oh my archons. He’s too cute…

“Hehehe, you heard him Y/n, give the big baby a kiss!” Paimon cooed while you dug your face into Kazuha’s neck, hiding your expression from the teasing looks being sent your way.

“Kissss- hic- k-kiss,” Kazuha pouted.

“Shut up Kazu, you’re drunk,” you mumbled into his neck. You could hear your friends resuming their conversation about the island and such as you looked up again.

“Y/n…”

“What now, Kazuha?” You sighed glancing at his flushed face.

His hands cupped your warm cheeks as he leaned closer to your face, staring deep into your eyes. You gulped as he leaned dangerously closer to you.

Softly, he brushed his lips against yours, kissing you for a beautiful moment, a moment where everything and everyone froze, a moment where it was only you and Kazuha, and a moment that didn’t last long enough. Kazuha leaned back and giggled with red hues decorating his beautiful face. Fuck, you were burning up. The lingering feeling of his soft lips stayed, your hand reaching up to brush your lips tentatively, feeling the tingling of a few seconds ago.

You can’t take this anymore.

Abruptly standing up, you dragged Kazuha to the stairs, feeling him stumble beside you as ooo-ing could be heard behind you.

You led him to the balcony, opening the door and then closing it behind you, inhaling a breath of cool air. “H-hic- Y/n…?” You turned to face Kazuha, then pulled him towards you, smashing your lips together once more. Your lips tugged and melded against each other, panting and soft hums being heard from both persons.

He bit your bottom lip, tugging and rolling it softly between his teeth. Your breath hitched as your mouth opened, allowing Kazuha to slip his tongue inside. Your tongues intertwined sensually as you continued kissing each other hungrily, as if you could never get enough.

You wove your fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling at it, making Kazuha release small mewls into your mouth. Unfortunately, you had to part for air, as the two of you panted, your foreheads pressed together in a comfortable silence.

“Y/n..” He whispered, tilting your chin up, directing your gaze into his eyes. “Hm..?” You hummed.

Ah, he was too beautiful, his messy hair strewn over his shoulders, ponytail having fallen apart moments ago from your tugging. His eyes, like crimson jewels staring into your own with such emotion it could make you overheat on the spot. His lips, the soft pink lips that easily sang words of poetry, the lips that captured yours so easily, bringing you into a hopeless love filled daze.

“I love you.”

You hoped it wasn’t just the alcohol in his system making him say these things, because you just couldn’t resist whispering the confession back, letting the walls fall down, letting vulnerability slip out.

—

“Damn, what took y’all so long?” Xinyan wiggled her brows as you sat down, Kazuha back to clinging onto you. “Needed to get fresh air,” you said dismissively. “With Kazuha?” Lumine pointed out teasingly. “Shut up,” you flushed.

Kazuha giggled and started pressing kisses all over your neck and face. “Mine, mine, mine~” he sang in between each kiss. You grumbled, heat once again rising in your face.

“Oh??” Venti smirked at the lovesick birds, noticing the change in your demeanors.

“All of you, shut up.”

night shift 🍹

BNHA Boys | My Hero Academia: World Heroes Mission Intro

꒰ HE STOOD YOU UP PT.2 ꒱

↳ note ⨾ repost! ↳ genre ⨾ angst to fluff(ish) ↳ feat. oikawa, ushijima & atsumu ↳ parts: one :: two

ʚ OIKAWA ɞ

“y/n?” oikawa whispers into the night, facing your back beside him on the bed in your shared apartment. he’s somewhat surprised you didn’t ask him to sleep on the couch, knowing he wasn’t exactly your favorite person at the moment.

then again, you weren’t exactly saying anything to him either.

you stir a little bit, probably in your sleep, but don’t reply. it is an ungodly hour, there shouldn’t be any reason for either of you to be up.

but oikawa’s been alone with his thoughts.

“y/n,” he tries again. he reaches his hand up as if to shake you awake but decides against it. he really shouldn’t disturb you; he doesn’t need another reason for you to be angry with him. retracting his hand back to close to his chest, he stares at your back and the way your body moves up and down with each passing breath you take.

“what is it, tooru?” your voice, drunk with sleep, catches him off guard, making him blink a few times and wonder if he was just imagining it. it’s not too much of a stretch, since the man has been up since seven in the morning the day before.

“i can feel you staring at me,” you huff, shuffling around into a more comfortable position still facing away from oikawa. “what is it?”

“i’m sorry,” he blurts. he swallows thickly as he listens to the sound of your breath inhaling and exhaling.

“yeah,” you mutter, bringing a hand up to rub at your eyes. “you already said that … the past million times.”

“i mean it,” he whispers, eyebrows furrowing sadly. he wishes he could see your face.

“and how is this different than the other times,” you sigh out, probably exhausted of his apologies and empty promises.

“you could leave,” he croaks, attempting to keep the air between you quiet. “it never occurred to me until tonight that you can walk out that door and never have to deal with me again.”

you pause your moments craning your neck around but it’s too dark to see. so, you turn over, now facing the ceiling. oikawa follows suit and lays on his back, only moving his head to the side to face your side profile.

“i’d deserve it,” he continues, playing with the sheets between his fingertips. “i’ve been nothing but neglectful and haphazard with you, unknowing to the consequences for my actions. and for that, i’m sorry.”

“your words mean nothing, though,” you mumble. “after so many apologies, how can i just trust you this time?”

you’ve been so hurt, so tired of being hurt by him, you can’t believe his words.

oikawa nibbles his lip, in attempt to keep it from trembling and quickly clutches your hand with his.

“i’ll make you trust me again. there won’t be a doubt in your mind about how much i care for you.”

he doesn’t know how long you two stay like that, his hand holding yours. oikawa is just about to say goodnight (with another apology probably) and take his hand from yours to allow you back into a comfortable position, when you squeeze his hand and intertwine your fingers.

ʚ USHIJIMA ɞ

the next morning, you wake up in an empty bed. with furrowed brows, you sit up, glancing around the room in search of any remnants of your boyfriend; his closet door was open, volleyball bag hanging on the hook on the inner side of the door, signaling he must be home.

it isn’t until you peel the covers off you and slide into your slippers when you hear the distant sound of clanking pans from inside the kitchen. opening the door of your bedroom, you cross your arms in attempt to keep warm as the morning chill sends goosebumps scattering along your skin.

your feet pad toward the kitchen, now following the smell of … pancakes? eggs?

“oh, you’re awake,” ushijima announces as he sees you step into the kitchen, taking note of your confused expression. whether it’s from the morning deliriousness or the fact that he’s cooking breakfast, he can’t tell.

“don’t you have practice?” you rasp, morning voice lining your tone. you clear your throat and continue, “it’s nearly ten.”

ushijima turns away from you, looking back down at the skillet in front of him. “no practice today.”

“oh.”

the air is cold between the two of you. not only is it from the weather as winter creeps closer, but the silence, too.

“i told them i couldn’t come in.”

you nod slowly at that. “are you feeling alright, toshi? you don’t have a fever, do you?”

ushijima shakes his head firmly. “no, but i’m not alright either.” he pauses his stare at the skillet in front of him to turn to you with sad, droopy eyes. “i’m sorry i forgot about last night.”

“oh.” you’re slightly taken aback by his expression. “it’s alright, tosh, you had practice-”

“i stayed late,” he mumbles quietly, lifting the fried eggs from the skillet with a spatula and places them on a plate. shutting the stove off, he turns around fully, leaning against the counter with arms crossed. “i wanted to get a few more serves in and i forgot about our date.”

his words, truthful as they are, twist your heart uncomfortable. that’s something you could always count ushijima for: honesty.

he looks over at you with his lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed. “how long did you wait for?”

“until they kicked me out,” you murmur your reply, twisting your arms behind your back.

ushijima sighs, lifting himself from leaning against the counter. “y/n, i’m so sorry. it won’t happen again.”

“okay, toshi.” you muster up a smile, gulping down the lump in your throat.

when he reaches you, he takes a side of your face in one of his large palms. he looks between your eyes, searching them and when he finds doubt, the crease between his eyebrows deepen. “you don’t believe me.”

“it’s not that,” you sigh, averting your gaze from his. “volleyball has been your number one priority since we met, and i love that! i love that you’re so passionate about something … it just…” you trail off, not knowing how to form your next words.

it hurts knowing i’m second to your career.

ushijima reads your expression clear as day. “i shouldn’t have made you feel this way,” he murmurs, mostly to himself, as he takes in your averted eyes and knitted eyebrows. “volleyball is my career,” he says firmly, “but you’re my priority. i’m sorry i haven’t expressed that as i should’ve.”

“you don’t have to say that-”

“i mean it. and i’ll prove it to you.”

ʚ ATSUMU ɞ

“y/n?”

the soft thuds against your bedroom door make you look up from the book in your lap. you hadn’t read much of it, the event that occurred a few hours prior plaguing your mind instead.

“come in.”

the door opens a few inches, just to allow atsumu to slip inside and shut the door closed behind him. he wears a deep frown on his usual confident-looking face as he stares longingly at you.

“yes?”

you notice he’s changed his clothes; where previously he was wearing a pair of joggers and an athletic jacket, he’s wearing jeans and a jacket better suited for the cold weather outside. you presume that he managed to snag the outfit form your shared closet when you slipped into the bathroom for a shower about an hour prior.

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs, looking down.

“okay, atsumu,” you sigh, returning your attention back to the book in between your hands, fingers carding through a page as you attempt to reread the section for about the nth time.

he gnaws on his lower lip, keeping his eyes trained on you, waiting for the possibility that you flit your eyes up to meet his once more; maybe with that adoring gleam they always have around him.

yeah, he doesn’t think he’ll be seeing that tonight.

“i really mean it,” he announces, jutting his chin up. “what i said, how i acted, i shouldn’t have done that.”

“mm,” you hum, nodding in agreement, eyes never leaving the beige pages of the book.

huffing slightly, atsumu shuffles out of the room, leaving the door opened behind him. you’re about to call out that you much preferred it being closed but atsumu soon returns with a plastic bag in hand.

“you did eat, right?” he asks tentatively, walking closer to your shared bed. he recalls your words a few hours prior but he isn’t sure if they were just a jab in retaliation of what he’d asked you to do for him.

“yes, i ate.” your tone is clipped, making atsumu flinch slightly but slumping his shoulders he holds out his arm, gently urging your to take a peak.

“well, ‘m assuming you didn’t have any dessert so…” he shakes the bag when you don’t look inside immediately.

curiosity getting the better of you, you straighten yourself up and lean over, not before scowling at the man – he has to know you’re still not pleased with him. you use a finger to pull the bag toward you, giving you more view of the contents inside,

“ice cream?”

the man bashfully brings a hand behind his neck to rub at. “i wanted to get’ya a cake but all the bakeries are closed. i had to head to the convenience store on the corner instead.”

you don’t speak as he takes out the mini tub of ice cream and spoon, placing it in front of you on the bed. with a pressed frown, rocks on his heels.

“i’ve been a shit boyfriend lately,” he declares with a look of regret. “i’ve been an ass and you don’t deserve that. all you’ve done is be supportive of me and my career and i’ve done nothing to give you the same love back. for that, i’m sorry. i’m not asking for your forgiveness now, but i’ll make it up to you, baby, i promise.”

you stay silent for a moment as atsumu searches your face, as if a look or a twitch of your lips could tell him exactly what you’re thinking. he thinks you’ll stay silent for the rest of them, stewing with his words.

instead, you pick up the ice cream, peeling off the cover and holding it out for him, as if to share. “you got another spoon?”

and atsumu’s heartbeat relaxes and the ghost of a smile reaches his lips as he takes a seat beside you on the bed, digging into the bag for an extra spoon.

sakusa kiyoomi ⇄ inner child.

synopsis : rich bf!sakusa feeding you your inner child as you've been together ever since.

warnings / tags : gender–neutral!reader, fluff, self–indulgent, omi as the sugar daddy that we’ve dreamt of, please tell me who made the rich bf!sakusa so i can credit them.

your friends always wonder, “do you have a sugar daddy?” you always answer with a “yes” jokingly. they do not know who he is, you just let them wonder and guess who your great significant other is.

you and sakusa got together when he was at his peak at msby, nearly there where he just graduated from high school and you were in your 3rd year.

he doesn’t mind spending his money on you, he does not care about one bit as he just shrugged it off as if he is just spending a small amount of money like a hundred thousand yen to dollars? just some pennies for him, that is how rich he is.

when you told him you never got anything you wanted in your childhood, he had the urge to spoil you. not only did he want to love you, but he also wanted to serve you.

what else would you want to spend the money on? of course on food and— sakusa doesn’t have anything against it.

“are you sure you can—” “omi, are you underestimating me?” you gave him your side eye which he just nodded, eating some of the food you discovered on your instagram, of course, you shall take some pictures of it to post on your food gallery in ig.

sakusa also gave you his black card every time he was not home, practicing for a game.

as mentioned, you kept your relationship with him for some... years that your friends wonder if you have a sugar daddy of course, you and kiyoomi decided to publicize your relationship by cheering on him in a live game— as he was being interviewed, he mentioned you as one of his inspiration and what keeps him going.

after that, your friend's jaw dropped, asking you for proof as if kiyoomi didn’t just post you on his my days in instagram after the interview which they eventually believed in.

he always loves to look at you— especially your eyes whenever he gives you something that you wanted for so long, he just falls in love with you deeper every day.

he is also a softie when it comes to you, he is always like that, a person that is uninterested in other people except for you;

“omi, thank you so much!” you squeezed the plushie that he gave you so randomly, when you looked at him, his eyes softened whilst looking at you and suddenly, he spoke something.

“let’s go out on a date, right now.” he stood up from your bed, waiting for you to get ready.

“so sudden?” you wondered as he nodded, taking your hand where he caressed the back of your hand with his fingers.

“but i’m in my pajamas!” you added as he huffed in annoyance, making you chuckle.

“will be fast, alright?” well, he doesn’t have any choice. if you decline his date out offer, he will pout— eventually.

well, let’s just say sakusa took you out once again to a fancy restaurant, letting you choose what the two of you shall eat, he was the one who offered the date then you will be the one deciding what to eat. he is always like that. also telling him where to go next the whole evening.

after all, he just wants you to see you smile, that already makes him melt— always. too bad, he cannot resist you for any reason, and softie kiyoomi will always be whipped for you.

bestfriend!atsumu who gives you his hoodie whenever your cold. you're sitting down next to him at lunch, wrapping your arms around yourself, gritting your teeth to keep some sort of body warmth. atsumu's busy chatting with aran, but when you poke him n you ask him with a whisper 'hey do you have your hoodie with you by any chance? im kinda freezing my ass off here.'

bestfriend!atsumu who doesn't think anything of it; his friend is cold n he's pretty sure he shoved his hoodie in his locker from morning training so its not a problem. so he nods, n goes to get it for you, laughing at the way you grab it out of his hands. but the laughter dies in his throat as he watches you pull it over yourself, a warmth growing in his chest as you cuddle up in the thick hoodie, fisting your hands in the slightly too long sleeves with a sigh.

bestfriend!atsumu who's trying to remember how to breath after you thank him, commenting how it's really comfy and smells like him. he's still in a daze, sitting in the classroom staring at nothing, just realising how good you look in his clothes, wanting to see you in them all the time.

bestfriend!atsumu who now keeps an extra hoodie in his locker all the time, hoping that you ask him to borrow it again- praying that you'll wear it everywhere you go because then people know that you are his. maybe not officially, but there's always a first step.

Random Emotional Things the Haikyuu Boys Have Said

+ genre. sfw

+ warnings. none

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

You weren’t even doing anything remotely special when Kuroo said this to you, catching you by surprise and nearly making you fall of of your chair. Even with you messy hair and pajama pants on, Kuroo couldn’t help but think, ‘Yep, that’s going to be all mine one day.’

“You’d look so pretty carrying our baby.”

You and Bokuto were out sundress shopping of all things whenever he dropped this on you, a small smile on his face. You had just come out of the dressing room to show him your pick and a pregnant woman had just so happened to walk by, prompting your boyfriend to say this in the softest tone you’d ever heard him speak.

“Please don’t ever leave me, I don’t think I could ever handle losing you.”

It was after a game. MSBY had won, but for some reason Atsumu had rushed to you, tears in his eyes and hugged you tighter than he ever had before. It took you off gaurd because usually your boyfriend was so happy and hyped after winning. But that day, he spent minutes sobbing into your shoulder, even while fans and teammates surrounded him with congratulations.

“You don’t know just how deep my love runs for you. I would fucking do anything for you.”

He thought you were asleep. You knew that, because that’s the only way Suna would ever express something so deep and so personal towards you. He was stroking your back, quiet sniffles leaving him as he kissed your hair. And that night, he held you tighter than he ever had before and it took everything in you not to burst out crying as he nuzzled into your shoulder.

boyfriend atsumu makes a “your mom” joke once so you say you’re gonna call her up and tell her what he said and now he’s snot crying grabbing your hand begging you not to tell her

you're the one I want

summary: youve never been more sure of anything in your life. you want to marry atsumu

a/n: finally wrote something wooo, hope you enjoy this piece :)) it was fun to write!! again ending kinda sucks but oh well

~~~

"I'm going to propose to Atsumu."

It looks as though it took a couple of moments for Osamu to process what you just said because of how he continued to shape the onigiri in his hands until he stiffens, his back rigid and his hands frozen. He turns around to look at you, onigiri still clasped safely between his hands. An incredulous look marks his face.

"Are ya feelin' okay? Want me ta take ya ta the doc?"

You snort in response, though you don't fault him for his disbelief. You were here past closing time to help him clean up and he was kind enough to make you a quick snack first. Now all of a sudden you dropped this on him.

"I'm just fine 'Samu, thanks for asking," sarcasm drips from your words, but you change tune quickly. You look at him, eyes resolute. "I meant what I said."

Osamu grows quiet, studying your face to see if there were any cracks where lies hide, but he finds none. A smile spreads across his lips, his hands packing the rice together once more before plating it in front of you.

"So ya wanna be a Miya?"

You chuckle, taking the onigiri in your hand. "Yeah. I like the sound of Y/N Miya."

"Bet 'Tsumu will love it even more," Osamu nods to himself. "He's a lucky scrub, I'll give him that much." His eyes soften just a bit. "Yer good for each other. 'Tsumu's a pain in the ass, but 'm glad ya wanna stick with him."

Your heart warms at Osamu's support. He's always been supportive. Back during high school, he made excuses to leave so you could spend time with Atsumu alone (his reasoning was that he didn't want to be a third wheel, which was fair). He taught you how to make Atsumu's favorite meals and despite his sass in the kitchen, Osamu was patient with you. His door was open for you whenever you and Atsumu had an spat and you needed to cool off for a bit. He was part of your family, simple as that.

"Thanks 'Samu. I'm glad that I have Atsumu, and I want to be with him." You take a bite of your onigiri, chewing as you glance to the side. After swallowing, you say,"I hope that Atsumu feels the same way too." you murmur, a small shadow of doubt creeping into your heart. You know Atsumu loves you, but when it comes to such a big step like marriage, it's hard not for doubts to cloud your mind and heart, hiding the sunny joy of what would come with marriage.

It's Osamu's turn to snort, crossing his arms over his chest. " 'Course he does, he's so lovesick fer ya that I wanna gag," he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Ya both always haveta suck each other's face off," he grumbles.

You can't help but giggle at what he says. You're reminded of what Suna said once, of how Atsumu has "hearts for eyes" when he looks at you. And well, you can't deny that. Neither can you deny Osamu wanting to gag whenever Atsumu purposefully kisses you deeply right in front of him so he could piss him off.

"I would say I'm sorry, but I'm really not," you grin cheekily.

He huffs, shaking his head. "Jus' how Atsumu would act."

The banter continues as you help Osamu clean up his restaurant. Once finished, you drive back home and start getting ready for bed. You keep an eye on the time, making sure you're in bed by the time Atsumu face times you. You're immediately greeted by his beaming smile and his messy bed hair. As soon as he woke up, his first action was to face time you, and that thought alone makes you feel all giddy inside.

"There's ma pretty baby," he coos.

"Hi 'Tsumu," you smile.

It's so good to see his face and hear from him. He's overseas for training camp for a couple of weeks. Despite the massive time difference, you both do your best to communicate either through texts or through face time calls like right now. Even if your body feels tired, you stay awake to hear Atsumu talk. Though you are speaking with him, you can't help but feel a little lonely because he wasn't here physically. The bed feels too big and cold without him cuddling up to your chest, arms around your body. It's always a little hard whenever he's away, but you both get through it.

As he continues to talk and talk, you wear a dopey smile on your face. It was a night like this when you realized you wanted to marry Atsumu. Just that thought entering mind, that realization, that 'oh.' And you accepted it readily. Of course you want to marry Atsumu. Of course you want to call him your husband. Of course you want to spend your life with him.

"What's with that look?" Atsumu questions.

"Just missing you," you hum without missing a beat.

"I miss ya too baby, can't wait ta have ya in ma arms again." He pouts. "It's been too long without cuddles!"

"I know 'Tsum, want to have you shirtless in bed with me."

"Oh yeah?" he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. "Ya sure yer not thinkin' about somethin' else 'sides cuddlin'?"

"Stop thinking dirty 'Tsumu."

"Yer the only who implied it!"

You share a laugh, though yours turn into a yawn. Atsumu notices of course. "Go to sleep baby, ya need yer rest."

"No...," you mumble out, eyelids drooping. "Wanna keep talking with you...,"

"I know angel, but ya needa sleep. When 'm back, 'm all yers, 'kay?'

"Kay...,"

Your eyes are closed already, your mind slipping into unconsciousness. You vaguely hear Atsumu chuckle.

"G'night baby, hope ya dream of me."

~~~

You are at a loss at what to do. There's just too many choices!

"Which ring do you think 'Tsumu will like?"

"How should I know? You're the one proposing to him."

You look over at Suna, unamused. "No shit sherlock, but I want to know if anything catches your eye."

He shrugs. "They all look the same to me. I'm not really sure how I can be of help here."

"Well you're a middle blocker. You have good eyes and intuition." you rationalize.

"For volleyball, not ring shopping," he deadpans.

Shaking your head, you sigh in exasperation. Your eyes sweep across the store which had various displays of rings. Where do you even begin?

"He'll like anything you give him," Suna brings up, as if to assuage your worry but that was exactly the problem.

"I know that, but I can't just give him any ring. I want it to be perfect for him," you murmur.

You want a ring that is just as bright as him. You want a ring that speaks of both your love for one another. Atsumu deserves that, nothing less.

Suna gazes at you for a moment before jerking his chin towards a display. "Let's look over there first."

A woman comes over to assist you, but every option she brings out just wasn't what you were looking for. So, off to another store you go. And another. And another. You were growing frustrated leaving empty handed at each store and feeling guilty for Suna coming along with you. Being a professional athlete and all, you know he has a tight schedule. It was a miracle he had the time to come with you to the first shop. He didn't have to come with you to the other stores, you told him as much, but Suna brushed you off. Despite the guilt, you were grateful for his support. Even if he was a little shit.

"How about this one? This diamond is as big as his ego," Suna remarks, pointing at the ring.

"Shut up Rin," you huff, shoving his shoulder lightly.

He snickers before turning to look at another display. The rings were smaller in size compared to the one he just looked at and were different in styles, either having engravings or designs. He noted throughout this shopping trip that you gravitated towards rings that had more design to them than just regular diamonds stuck onto a band.

"What about these?" Suna draws your attention to the display.

You come over to take a look. Your eyes roam across the rings until it stops at a ring, staring intently. Something about the ring pulls you in, like a magnet. Suna notices your reaction, of course he does. Calling over someone, he has them take the ring out seeing that the rest of the world faded away for you once you laid eyes on that ring. Gently, you hold the ring between your fingers and hold it up to admire it. You don't even realize you're smiling until Suna points it out.

"That's the one, right?"

You nod, eyes softening. "Yeah."

~~~

You know that you want to propose to Atsumu. You have the ring for the proposal. Now you have to figure out how to actually go out proposing to Atsumu, which you have no clue about. But, you've brought reinforcements for this task.

"Alright, I need ideas for how to propose," you announce, clapping your hands.

Looking at the four men sitting on the couches in the living room, it was like a council was in session. Suna was tapping away at his phone while Osamu, Aran, and Kita ponder for a few minutes. Truly you were thankful for them coming by to help you knowing that they have busy lives of their own.

"How about something like this?" Suna turns his phone around to show you a video of someone proposing to their partner by having their home filled with rose petals.

"Cute, but too many rose petals. I think a bouquet would be enough," you say, pulling back from the screen.

"Can't go wrong with a nice home cooked meal before proposin' to him," Osamu suggests.

You nod to yourself. "That sounds nice."

"You could hide the ring in the food for him to find it."

"Knowing Tsumu, he'll swallow the ring and wouldn't notice it," Osamu responds to Suna. That makes you wince.

"How 'bout takin' him ta his favorite places? Could make him food and go on a picnic," Aran offers his own idea.

All good ideas, and yet you can't help but feel anxious. You want everything to go well. Feeling a hand on your shoulder, you see Kita standing next to you and smiling.

"Whatever ya choose, it'll go fine. Ya don't haveta worry so much."

The rest of them agree with him. They're all encouraging in their own ways and you feel better about yourself. You really are glad to have such wonderful friends.

~~~

Waiting at the airport with a bouquet of roses in your hands, your eyes sweep through the crowds of people, hoping to spot your Atsumu. The sight of bleached blond hair catches your attention and you start walking, your heart warming at the sight of Atsumu looking around, presumably for you.

" Tsumu!"

His eyes land on you and a bright grin spreads across his lips. "(Y/N)!" he shouts, practically running to you.

Immediately Atsumu embraces you, head tucked into your neck. He breathes in deeply, nuzzling his nose against your skin. Happily sighing, your eyes briefly close. It feels good to be in his arms again, to have his warmth envelope you.

"Missed you baby," Atsumu whispers, kissing your neck.

"Missed you too Tsumu. Welcome back."

Pulling back, Atsumu kisses you, stealing your breath away. He simply can't stop kissing you, his lips pressing all over your face.

"Can't get enough of ya."

"Tsumu, baby, I get it, but not at the airport!" you squeal, pushing against his chest lightly.

He pouts in response, but then he sees the roses in your arms. "Hm, what's that for?"

"For you, of course." You smile, holding it out to him.

"Me? What's the occasion?" His eyes widen. "Shit, did I miss an important date!?"

Before he can full on panic, you cup his cheeks so he looks at you. "No silly, I just wanted to buy roses for you."

"Oh," he blinks. Then he breathes a huge sigh of relief. Holding the bouquet in one arm, his hand brushes against the soft petals, his eyes soft. "Always so sweet f'me, baby."

Your smile widens. "I can be a lot sweeter."

"Yeah? What ya got fer me?"

You planned a nice picnic at the park Atsumu likes to do his morning runs at and where he likes to play and teach volleyball to kids. The blond athlete was ecstatic at the sight of his favorite foods in the basket, covering you in his kisses once more. You feed him at times and just to be cheeky, he licks your fingertips, making you laugh. Once all the food was gone, you pat your lap in invitation which Atsumu eagerly accepts. Your fingers glide through his strands, occasionally scratching his scalp. You like to spoil Atsumu like this. It brings you such joy that you can soothe and comfort him, that you know exactly what he likes, that you know that Atsumu is yours just as much as you are his.

The sun is setting. Reds and oranges and yellows paints the sky. The breeze is nice and cool. The sound of kids laughing was in the distant. This was an opportunity to propose to him, but you were content with watching Atsumu relax, his eyes closed and a faint smile on his lips.

You let him stay like that a little longer before nudging him. You hate to disturb him, but it was getting dark. Walking back together, you find that the apartment feels more like a home with Atsumu around. He really is your sun, brightening up the place and your life. You couldn't keep your eyes off him, stuck to his side all the way to bed. Lifting his arm, you happily snuggle against his side, squeezing his body. He lets out a laugh, embracing you back. The kisses return, but nothing overly intense. Just the simple brushing of lips against each other's face, whispers of love spoken after pulling apart just a little.

It's when you pull back to gaze into Atsumu's love filled eyes that you decide now was the right time. Now, at night, in the bedroom, in your pajamas. Eyebrows furrowed, Atsumu watches as you sit up from the bed.

"Noo, don't go," he whines.

"I'm not going anywhere. I want to show you something. Actually, ask you something."

"Ask me what?"

Your heart pounds as you look inside the closet to the find the velvet box hidden in your jacket. Atsumu's sitting up in bed now, eyes trained on your body. Taking a deep breath, you turn around, the box held in your hands.

"Atsumu, there's one thing I know for certain," you start off. You don't really have a speech planned but fuck it. The words just come to you. "And that is I want to be with you. I always want to be by your side. To share the good moments, the sad ones, the angry ones, everything."

You begin to choke up, overwhelmed with the love you have for him. It's like your body can't even contain all this love for him. You watch as his eyes widen as you get down on one knee, opening the velvet box and revealing the ring.

"Will you marry me, Atsumu?" you ask softly, the question that you've been wanting to ask for so long.

His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, completely shocked. "You...You...," he couldn't even form words. The longer he goes without response, the more you feel anxious. Maybe this wasn't the right time? Maybe-"

"Ya wanna marry me? Ya really want me?" his voice is quiet.

It breaks your heart to hear him say that, as if he couldn't believe it, that he couldn't believe that you want to marry him. But it also makes you want to show Atsumu even more how much you love him, that you want to be his.

"There's nothing I want more, Tsumu. I want you."

That breaks the dam. Tears fill his eyes. Throwing the covers off him, he stumbles out of bed and his knees hit the floor in front of you. Crushing you in his arms, his lips swallow your surprised squeak at the sudden action. Atsumu consumes you entirely. The way his lips move desperately against yours, his fingers digging into your back, how he doesn't want to let go at all.

"Yes!" he pants after breaking the kiss. "I wanna be yours, all yours. Only yours." his words are rushed and frantic, but he has the most breath taking smile on his face.

A watery smile paints your lips. His thumb brushes away the tears sliding your cheeks as you slip the ring on his finger with shaky hands.

"There. A pretty ring for a pretty boy."

"Bein' so sweet ta me, Mrs.Miya."

"Tsum, we aren't even married yet. I'm not Mrs.Miya just yet." you chuckle.

"Yeah well," he cups your cheek. "I like the sound of it."

Your eyes soften. "I do too."