It's Shoji But I Drew Him All Fashionistaaa Style Uwu - Mars Marks

pragma, iv.

. . .love that is driven by the head, not the heart.

prev. | part 04: one year and no more

wc: 2,238 | oikawa tōru x f!reader

—fluff ; tw: marriage, mentions of divorce, mentions of babies(?) + guess what ending won? + enjoy my loves, and do request what kind of scenarios you want to see this y/n and tooru. their future? life like after?

+ leaves: ben&ben ft. young k / willow: taylor swift

+ up next on love: storge ft. hanamaki takihiro and matsukawa issei. wanna be part of the taglist for the next series?

love: masterlist ; tip jar ; re-blogs are much appreciated !

It’s been a year since you and Tooru have seen each other.

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how they would hold you when kissing you !

♤ a/n: thought i should throw in something short and sweet so here we are. cliché? probably, but oh well, sorry ab that - written with an average height in mind (5'4"-5'9"/163-176.5 cm)

and thank you @bontens-sweetheart for helping me with this :3 oh and @sunkeiji even though i ended up scrapping the handpole idea falskdjfaowerjslfj

hands cupping your face and lifting your head so you could look at him, he smiles when your eyelids flutter shut and lips part ever so slightly. he leans in close enough to feel your breath tickle his nose before his lips softly brush against yours. again and again and again, because he wants each kiss to tell you how much he loves you.

♤ akaashi, ushijima, kita, kageyama, oikawa, osamu, daichi

pulling him in by the collar of his shirt, you reach up and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "i think you missed," he says with a smirk and puts a hand on your hip before closing in to kiss you on the lips, the other hand sliding up your back and to your neck to support your head as he makes it last even longer, leaving you absolutely breathless.

♤ atsumu, matsukawa, kuroo, konoha, futakuchi, hirugami, semi

arms wrapped casually around your waist, he holds you to his chest, turning his head occasionally to press a kiss to your forehead before resting his head on yours again. but it's when he feels you squirm a little in his arms that he moves a hand to your chin, using his finger to tilt your head up to kiss you, long and slow, on the lips. "is this what you wanted?" he asks, whispering in your ear when he finally pulls away.

♤ suna, tendou, kenma, bokuto, tsukishima, iwaizumi, sakusa

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clingy, kinda soft bakugou <3 no pronouns are mentioned!

it's late.

in fact, at this hour of the night, bakugou katsuki would be in bed, peacefully resting his body to prepare for another day of pro-heroing.

or rather, that should be what he's doing. instead, he's dragging his sore, tired self out of bed to find wherever you could be that's not in his arms. he's dearly missed the warmth that came from the other side of the mattress, which you occupied.

footsteps softly trudging along the planks of your home, bakugou discovers you in the kitchen, sitting at the island with your laptop underneath a singular, dim light source that hung over your head. the bluelight glasses that accompanied your face illuminated the screen of the laptop, and in his delirium, the blond notices that you're typing away on some sort of document.

he huffs, hoping that it would capture your attention... but to no avail, and bakugou is absolutely flabbergasted. how could you ignore him?

what could be more important than your lover that just wanted your attention to come to bed?

he tries over and over again, and it's not until bakugou coughs that he finally captures your attention, unfortunately for his impatience.

"you scared me," you sighed, hand going over your heart, "what's up?"

"come to bed, doofus," he grumbles, walking over to where you sat and draping himself over your body freely. you ignore him as if there's no problem, pretending as if there isn't some muscular hero splayed across your back, placing most of his weight onto you.

you continue typing away, irking bakugou to no end, "i'm almost done. go back to sleep without me, i'll be there soon."

"it's 3am."

"and?"

"and you're not where you're supposed to be, which is sleeping beside me."

a laugh filters through bakugou's ears, and he looks at you with an inquisitive stare, "katsuki, you have work tomorrow. go rest."

"and you have to visit me tomorrow on your day off, and i refuse to talk to your tired-ass that should've listened to me."

that's a lie. bakugou would do anything for you, regardless of whatever state you're in, because even though it seems like he hates taking care of you, but he's always at your beck and call regardless of the teasing he endures from you.

"wow, you really do care about me," you muttered, pretending to act touched as bakugou rolls his eyes, moving his arms to wrap firmly around your waist.

"as if. i just can't sleep without ya there. 'tis all," he grumbles through his teeth, "i don't care about your health."

a smile adorns your face. it's so obvious he's lying, judging by the way he's pressing his face against your shoulder and holding you tightly against him.

you fuel the fire, "and you wonder why i'm not going to bed."

"y/n," he groans, borderline whining.

"bakugou," you mimic, not tearing your eyes from the laptop screen.

"you can't pull out the last name on me, you little shit!"

"i can do whatever i want, bakugou katsuki."

"if you don't get up and come to bed in peace, i am going to resort to violence."

"please don't blow up the house again-"

in an instant, you're being picked up effortlessly and bakugou is carrying you out of the kitchen, shutting your laptop lid and turning off the lights simultaneously, before bringing you to your shared bedroom.

he throws you on the bed in an undignified manner and climbs in not too long after, pushing you down by leaning most of his weight on your body. the ironic part is that he carefully plucks your glasses off your face, gently putting them on the nightstand before flopping back over you, arms wrapped securely around your middle

bakugou sighs contently, melting into your warmth completely when your hands have found their home in his ruffled hair. he shifts his leg to rest over your hips, making sure that you couldn't escape as he continues basking in his paradise.

you almost want to scold him but you know that bakugou does this for you because he knows it's what is best for you. when you forget to take care of yourself and succumb to the feeling of never having motivation, he'll always be there to pull you back.

he's corrected multiple of your deprecating habits; such as going to bed late by forcing you to sleep when he does since he can't sleep without you. on the contrary, you've softened his edges a little, showing the explosive blond what it's like to be able to rely on someone else for a change.

as much of a pain in the ass bakugou was, you wouldn't have it any other way.

"i lovb youu, shtupid," he whispers against your neck, muffled. "shay it back."

a small laugh echoes through the space, "i love you too, katsuki."

"good, now go to shleep, or i will be mad."

"goodnight."

"goodnight."

and as rough as bakugou katsuki could be, he always made you feel loved, even in the darkness of your bedroom with him laying half on top of you.

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Genshin Boys As Your Knight

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Knight!Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao x gn!Noble!Reader

Type/Genre: Headcanons, fluff, hurt/comfort

Warnings: Mentions of violence/injuries, master is used as gender-neutral term, not proof-read  

A/N: self-indulgent headcanons of the genshin boys as your knight in shining armour <3

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synopsis. you’ve been deliberately dodging atsumu miya. he wants to know why.

pairing. atsumu miya x fem!reader | wc. 2.0k (it wasn’t even supposed to be this long) | genres. (implied) university au, tbh i don’t even know what this dynamic is, he calls us princess, reader’s kinda bad emotionally, rain confessions

notes. for my birthday (not gojo’s eff him (/j)) i decided why not take one of my favorite tropes of all time and pair it w the loml. you’re so welcome. this is very dialogue heavy, barely proofread, and a hot mess, but i hope you enjoy regardless.

"(y/n)." the very familiar, sultry yet aggravating voice says the moment you step out of the cafe.

"oh my god!" you jump, clutching a hand over your heart that skipped a beat. it's immediately followed with a glare towards atsumu. "what the fuck, miya? you don't just come up to people like that."

"sorry." atsumu apologizes but his nose scrunches at the word. "nah, not really. didn't know how else to get to ya."

"so you had to find me at my job?" you raise an eyebrow in disbelief.

he shrugs. "yer really not leavin' me with any other choice."

"what are you on about?" you roll your eyes as you take a sharp left, carefully exhaling out. the street is nearly deserted now that the sun sunk past the horizon, leaving only the street lights and the moon to illuminate what would be a pitch black scene. puddles of water are scattered along the walkways, remnants of the downpour that occurred earlier in the day. you had clocked out later than usual, and the next flash of rain is predicted to fall within the next few minutes. you want to get back to your dorm before the worst of it happens.

"ya know what i'm talking about." atsumu huffs. "yer clearly avoiding me."

your shoulders tense when he brings it up, and you pray that atsumu doesn't catch it. "i'm not." you lie, your heart speeding up.

"yer a shit liar. i hope ya know that." atsumu shuts you down right then and there. the fact he's able to makes you wince. that's one of the many bones you have to pick with him. he can always see right through you, and it allows him to get under your skin easily since he knows exactly what to say if he wants to get a reaction out of you.

it's because of that reason that you've been avoiding him. you know yourself well enough that if you were to stand face to face with atsumu miya as you are now, he'd figure out the secret that you've been hiding for two weeks.

atsumu presses his lips together, sighing once he realizes that all he'll get from you from this point forward is silence, but he tries his luck anywayy. "can we talk?"

you let his question fizzle out in the air, continuing down the sidewalk as atsumu follows by your side. the first drops of drizzle fall onto your hand and cheek. atsumu feels them too.

"look, it's gonna rain soon. could ya at least let me take ya home? yer gonna get soaked." atsumu gently reaches out for your hand. the sudden contact and its spark of heat makes you jump. instinctively, you yank your hand away from him. your widened eyes snap towards him, and shame washes over you. maybe the street lights are playing tricks on you, but you swear there's a flicker of hurt in his gaze. you turn away from him because you can't bear the sight of it.

"are ya mad at me? did i do somethin' to upset ya?" atsumu continues.

no, you answer in your head. you can't trust yourself to say it out loud without betraying anything else. it's not that.

"(y/n), please. talk to me." atsumu pleads. you don't think you've ever heard such desperation in his voice before. you've never seen him so raw. it's almost enough to break you, but you refuse to let go the threads of your resolve. the rain is picking up; it's cold as it soaks the threads of your clothes.

"princess." atsumu throws in as a last ditch effort. you know it is because it's the one nickname that gets you riled up the most. it sparks a reaction that atsumu knows will get you talking, but unbeknownst to him it's not for the reason he expects. he wants you to snap with anger, but all your heart does is ache. all it does is melt you into putty in his hands.

"don't call me that." you finally come to a stop, turning so that you can face him, defeat in your gaze. atsumu's blond locks are beginning to lose volume; they stick to his forehead as droplets continue to fall. his hoodie is littered with small, dark stains, a physical consequence of the rain.

"oh now i got yer attention." atsumu scoffs, poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek.

"miya." you warn, voice shaking. he ignores it.

"yer not being yerself, and ya haven't been for the last two weeks." he tells you as if you don't already recognize it yourself. "what's goin' on with ya?"

"nothing!" you deny. "i'm fine!"

atsumu rolls his eyes. "cut the crap, princess."

"seriously, stop calling me that!" you spit back at him.

you're shivering. you can't tell if it's because of your cold, wet clothes or your frustration that keeps reaching new levels. you can sense it; you can sense that your heart is about to claw itself out of chest and dump itself onto the feet of atsumu miya. your hand fists the fabric of your soaked shirt as if to keep it in.

"then tell me what's wrong!" the blond in front of you demands, running a hand through his hair. his voice projects over the brutal force of the rain.

you grimace. that's the one thing you can't do, especially since it involves him. you bite your tongue, hiding your face so that atsumu doesn't see the glassiness of your eyes. "miya... please drop it." you ask him pathetically.

"why?" he pries. this is the other issue with him. he's so damn stubborn to the point that it's infuriating. atsumu miya never backs down until he gets what he wants.

"because it's you!" the first wave of tears break free. they cascade down your cheeks, mixing in the stream of rain on your cheeks; all while your hand remains pointed at atsumu. "because i fell for you!"

atsumu shuts his mouth, going completely silent. you shake your head, laughing bitterly. "i bet you didn't expect that, did you? believe me, i didn't either. day in and day out all we've ever done was argue so i don't know how this happened. i don't know why i have these feelings for you."

wiping your face is a futile attempt yet you still do it anyway. a sob gets caught in your throat, and you choke on it. "i can't stop thinking about you. i can't be near you without my heart attempting to leap out of chest. and so yeah, i've been avoiding you miya, and it's because you've made me so damn weak."

your stare finds atsumu's. you can't get a read on him, but you don't have to second guess that he can see the pain swirling in your eyes. it's so humiliating that even now the first thing that crosses your mind is how good he looks even as you feel your heart being torn apart. his hair is completely stuck to his forehead. his blond ends that are soaked through and through drip their excess water onto his face. you want nothing more than to brush them out of his line of sight, but you can't. you fight that desire by balling up your fists.

"so please just leave me alone. stop trying to find me because i can't take this anymore." you beg through hiccups.

you wait for a response. you wait to see if atsumu will kick your heart aside. in an even better scenario, which is far from likely, he accepts it. you'll take either or.

but he does neither, and that's fine too. you leave atsumu by himself on the sidewalk, and your lack of presence pulls him out of his trance. he jogs to catch up to you, reaching from behind to clasp your hand in his.

"miya, let go-"

"no." he says firmly, a newfound fire burning behind his eyes, one that exceeds the one you feel on your hand. the sight makes you gulp. "ya can't just confess yer feelings for me and leave."

you chuckle weakly, trying to pull yourself free from his grasp. "i think i can."

"no, ya can't. ya didn't even give me a chance to say anythin'." atsumu argues. he doesn't relinquish the hold he has on you.

"what more do you have to say? you don't feel the same, and that's fine-"

"could ya stop assuming things?! i never even said that." atsumu squeezes your hand ever so lightly in frustration. "and by the way, i'm not gonna leave ya alone. i'll follow ya to the edge of the earth if i have to."

you're still crying at this point, and atsumu's words are only making you more upset. "why?! why are you so fixated on me?! why can't you just-"

"because i'm in love with ya!"

in that moment, you swear the rain stops in its place, suspended in the air. surely, you must've been hearing things wrong. atsumu miya, the guy who has everyone dancing to the tune of his hand, is- no that doesn't even sound right. how could he possibly-

"god, i've been in love with ya for so long." atsumu laughs, like it's a relief to finally get it off his chest. "but ya nearly ripped my heart to shreds over these past two weeks."

atsumu squeezes your hand before letting it fall to your side. his own flex by his side as if to hold himself back. "(y/n), ya can insult me to yer heart's content if that's what makes ya happy, but don't dodge me like i'm the damn plague. i hate it. i really do."

atsumu picks up his tear-filled eyes; it makes your own fall even faster because you realize that this hurts him. you want to apologize, but the words are backed up in your throat. your cries steal away your ability to speak.

so you pull him in, yanking him by the drenched fabric of his hoodie and closing the distance between you two. your lips crash onto his, praying that this action is enough for him to understand. it takes a moment for atsumu to react, he's unmoving against you, and once he realizes what's happening, he relaxes. his hands fly to your neck, resting one on either side as he kisses you back.

it's carnivorous. he kisses you like he's been deprived of you. you feel how badly atsumu's been wanting this, how long he's been waiting for this day. you can barely keep up with his hunger. it's hot enough to overpower the chill that comes with the rain beating down on both of you. you'd kiss him forever if you could, but your lungs are begging for air.

when you pull away, atsumu's eyes reveal that he's in a daze, a happy one, like he just came back from soaring through the clouds. his damp hair presses onto your forehead as you both catch your breaths.

he pulls back. atsumu wears a soft grin as he admires you, even though you probably look like a wet dog. one of his hands find their way up to your cheek. you look at him expectantly. "(y/n), i want all of ya. i want yer stubborn ass attitude and yer insults. i want ya to be the only person who can bring me back down to earth. i want yer smiles and all yer laughs. i want to continue lovin' ya." he professes with complete certainty. his flowery words make you beam so brightly that it makes your cheeks hurt.

"i'll give you all of that and more." you swear. "but miya, i need you to kiss me again."

"oh? it seems like i got myself a needy princess." atsumu smirks, but he's already leaning in.

"shut up."

"gladly." atsumu agrees, pressing his lips to yours, smiles on both your faces.

you catch the flu the day after, and so does atsumu. but man, it is so, so worth it.

It’s (Not) Just Dancing

Bakugou x ImpliedFem!Reader

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t like dancing, but his birthday party leads him to a few conclusions he wouldn’t have reached without trying.

Cw: sfw, cursing, reader wears a dress, slight mention of alcohol, pro heroes but it’s not really relevant, lots of fluff for the birthday boy | word count: 2.1k

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It was never just dancing.

It’s his 22nd birthday, and he’s at a party he never asked for. Considering that this happened every year despite his opinion of social events never changing, Bakugou thinks that the celebration may be less for him and more for the enjoyment of its hosts. If he liked parties, he might appreciate it more– when his idiot friends put their shared three brain cells together, they could actually pull together something a step above a disaster. He’s not actually ungrateful though, he’s secretly glad that his friends care about him so much as to plan something nice for him when his birthday rolls around. This year, he’s mildly impressed by their choice of venue, reminiscent of a small, exclusive night club. The bar has a variety of drinks to choose from, and the dance floor has slowly filled with a number of his acquaintances, shadowy figures swaying under color changing lights. But as he watches Denki down four shots at once from his corner of the lounge, Bakugou begins to wonder how much longer it’ll be before he can leave his own party unnoticed. It’s past his bedtime, after all.

“What’s the birthday boy doing over here all alone?”

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reblog to save a life y'all

I want to live by myself when I move out of my parent's place but I'm really afraid of money problems? I'm afraid that the only place I can afford will be in the ghetto and it'll all be torn apart and I'll only be allowed to eat one granola bar a week. I'm really stressing out about this. I don't know anything about after school life. I don't know anything about paying bills or how to buy an apartment and it's really scaring me. is there anything you know that can help me?

HI darling,

I’ve actually got a super wonderful masterpost for you to check out:

Home

what the hell is a mortgage?

first apartment essentials checklist

how to care for cacti and succulents

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Getting an apartment

Money

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what to do when you can’t pay your bills

see if you’re paying too much for your cell phone bill

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How to Balance a Check Book

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Once you’ve looked over all those cool links, I have some general advice for you on how you can have some sort of support system going for you:

Reasons to move out of home

You may decide to leave home for many different reasons, including:

wishing to live independently

location difficulties – for example, the need to move closer to university

conflict with your parents

being asked to leave by your parents.

Issues to consider when moving out of home

It’s common to be a little unsure when you make a decision like leaving home. You may choose to move, but find that you face problems you didn’t anticipate, such as:

Unreadiness – you may find you are not quite ready to handle all the responsibilities.

Money worries – bills including rent, utilities like gas and electricity and the cost of groceries may catch you by surprise, especially if you are used to your parents providing for everything. Debt may become an issue.

Flatmate problems – issues such as paying bills on time, sharing housework equally, friends who never pay board, but stay anyway, and lifestyle incompatibilities (such as a non-drug-user flatting with a drug user) may result in hostilities and arguments.

Your parents may be worried

Think about how your parents may be feeling and talk with them if they are worried about you. Most parents want their children to be happy and independent, but they might be concerned about a lot of different things. For example:

They may worry that you are not ready.

They may be sad because they will miss you.

They may think you shouldn’t leave home until you are married or have bought a house.

They may be concerned about the people you have chosen to live with.

Reassure your parents that you will keep in touch and visit regularly. Try to leave on a positive note. Hopefully, they are happy about your plans and support your decision.

Tips for a successful move

Tips include:

Don’t make a rash decision – consider the situation carefully. Are you ready to live independently? Do you make enough money to support yourself? Are you moving out for the right reasons?

Draw up a realistic budget – don’t forget to include ‘hidden’ expenses such as the property’s security deposit or bond (usually four weeks’ rent), connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.

Communicate – avoid misunderstandings, hostilities and arguments by talking openly and respectfully about your concerns with flatmates and parents. Make sure you’re open to their point of view too – getting along is a two-way street.

Keep in touch – talk to your parents about regular home visits: for example, having Sunday night dinner together every week.

Work out acceptable behaviour – if your parents don’t like your flatmate(s), find out why. It is usually the behaviour rather than the person that causes offence (for example, swearing or smoking). Out of respect for your parents, ask your flatmate(s) to be on their best behaviour when your parents visit and do the same for them.

Ask for help – if things are becoming difficult, don’t be too proud to ask your parents for help. They have a lot of life experience.

If your family home does not provide support

Not everyone who leaves home can return home or ask their parents for help in times of trouble. If you have been thrown out of home or left home to escape abuse or conflict, you may be too young or unprepared to cope.

If you are a fostered child, you will have to leave the state-care system when you turn 18, but you may not be ready to make the sudden transition to independence.

If you need support, help is available from a range of community and government organisations. Assistance includes emergency accommodation and food vouchers. If you can’t call your parents or foster parents, call one of the associations below for information, advice and assistance.

Where to get help

Your doctor

Kids Helpline Tel. 1800 55 1800

Lifeline Tel. 13 11 44

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HAIKYUU BOYS + MEET CUTES

feat. kuroo tetsurō, bokuto kōtarō, miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime

warnings. meet cutes!! aka funny situations where you meet men i love

KUROO’s in your english class and, if you’re honest, you can’t stand him at first. he’s intolerable—all loud laughter and silly grins and doodling haphazard polygons in your notebooks—but the more you see him, the more he follows you around and toys with your hair and tells you that you look like you just saw a ghost every time he appears out of nowhere, a warmth rises in your chest that you can’t quite place your finger on. so, when he asks you to get dinner with him through breathy laughter and the hum of the afternoon sun, you truly just can’t say no.

BOKUTO orders a different kind of coffee from you every morning. they’re always a little too complicated and he’s always a little too apologetic, giving you a tip that, though you’re very grateful for, is probably undeserved—but he smiles every time you hand him the drink—wide and toothy and something that feels strikingly like home—so there’s something that leaps in your chest as you scrawl your number across the top of the cup with a little smiley face next to it.

ATSUMU collides with you at the grocery store and, as you try and gather your dinner in your hands, little apologies slip past his lips. he’s pretty—even with messy hair under tacky fluorescent lights and confusion spread across his face—so, when you ask him if he’s in such a rush for a reason, you can feel yourself reveling in the grin that starts to spread itself across his face as he tugs you down the freezer aisle.

IWAIZUMI looks more uncomfortable than anyone you’ve ever met before. sure, parties aren’t exactly your thing either, but he swirls the drink in his hand and his eyes wander across the room and there’s something about him just screaming that he would be anywhere else. so, you sink into the wall behind you and make quiet conversation with a man you’ve never met, and he smiles—a tiny little thing spiraling across his cheeks—and there’s something in you that couldn’t walk away if you tried.

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burnt out

xiao, kazuha x gn!reader (separately)

okokok im back and have another idea :)

synopsis: how they react to you falling asleep at your desk from overworking yourself from school/college/overtime at work.

warnings: none. maybe not perfect grammar bc it's 5am and I just woken up when i wrote this. buuuut besides that...

genre: it's just your average fluff/comfort junk :)

a/n: i haven't written anything in so long bc i myself was burnt out so you could call this a bit self indulgent ehe. im also more than willing to do a pt 2 w/ different characters wink wink

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it was getting quite late and you were really tired. the sun had set hours ago but you really need to get this work done as soon as you could.

before you know it you slowly start to hunch over your desk more and more, so slowly start to fade in and out of sleep. you try to shake your head to keep yourself awake but it was pointless.

xiao

xiao will stop in every night just because he knows you've been overworking yourself too much recently. tonight was no different of course.

he walks into your bedroom just too see you hunched over all your papers nearly fully passed out. he scoffs at this.

"y/n..." he walks up to you. "y/n. if you're going to sleep, use the bed right next to you. this can't be comfortable." he spoke softly hoping to not startle you.

you slowly drift back into consciousness. "huh?" you heard xiao but nothing fully registered of what he said yet. you rub your eyes and you feel someone's hand on your back. "xiao?" you whispered. "yes." he replied. you are fully sat up and still a little confused from you desk nap "what are you doing here?" you said as you turn and look up at him. "you worked yourself to sleep." he tries to get you up and leads you to bed but you stop him half way. "but xiao I really need to get this work done-" he cuts you off by him dropping his head a little and sighing.

"don't you think you need some rest, y/n?" he looked back at you. "but my work..." you barely were able to properly speak because you were so exhausted. "it can wait. you need rest" he said as he guides you to your bed. you didn't bother fo refuse because you knew it was pointless. you were way too tired, as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out. xiao decided to stay the night with you to make sure you slept well.

kazuha

he knows you've been working on this project that's had you tied down to one city. you insisted on him to keep up with his travels but something was stopping him. he knows you too well.

kazuha walks into your shared room from a day wondering around the city and no suprise he sees you at your desk passed out. he quietly laughs to myself and sighed. "you know y/n, you can't keep doing this to yourself" he said as he walks over to you with no real intention of waking you up.

he lifts your head up and grabs your legs to carry you to your bed. he gently lays you down and puts the blankets on you. this wakes you up. "oh my apologies. I didn't mean to wake you." kazuha said in softened tone. "kazuha.."

kazuha hushed you with a gentle kiss. "get some rest my love. you can work in the morning." he smiled. with his reinsurance you fell back into slumber.

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Am I Nothing to You?

Haikyuu - Akaashi Keiji

Imagine Y/n getting into an accident that she had to be hospitalized, but it just happened to be when Akaashi was out of town due to work. I feel like these type of situation is when you get to see Akaashi not composed. You get to see Akaashi breaking down.

When this happens, Y/n will debate whether or not she should contact and inform Akaashi about her situation, but she decided to go against it since she didn't want to bother him. Also, it wasn't like she was dying, she should be released soon. She thought it wasn't a big deal.

However, her being silent doesn't mean that Akaashi won't be informed of her situation. She forgot about that part that she was shock when her door opened with a loud bang, revealing Akaashi who was out of breath.

"Keiji...?" Y/n called out his name in shock. "What are you doing here? How about work? How did you know I was here?"

When Akaashi looked up, Y/n bit her lips and looked away from him. She saw how he was at the verge of breaking down. She didn't mean to cause him any worries. She felt fine, so she didn't contact him, but apparently that wasn't the case.

"Why...?" Akaashi mumbled as he approached her.

When y/n looked at him hesitantly, he kneeled beside her bed and held her hands tightly. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't really form any words as she didn't know what to say exactly. Should she be honest? Or should she apologize first?

At her hesitation, Akaashi's grip tightened. "Am I that unreliable? Am I nothing to you?"

"No, of course not!" Y/n said in a hurry. "I... I just... I'm sorry..."

At her apology, Akaashi let out a shaky breath before speaking. "Please... Do you know how I felt when I heard from someone else that you were in an accident? The fact that I wasn't there for you as soon as you woke up, it just broke my heart..."

"I'm sorry, Keiji..." Y/n said in a low voice. "I just didn't want to bother you since you were out of town and I felt fine, so I thought it wasn't significant."

"Everything about you is significant... So please, don't keep these things from me. Tell me..." Akaashi said with pleading voice. "I want to be there for you. To be able to support you, to be someone you can rely on. I want to be your pillar."

Y/n felt her eyes turning teary at his words as she nodded. At her actions, Akaashi sighed in relief before hugging her tightly.

But I feel like this somewhat might have traumatized Akaashi that he developed the habit to video call rather than messaging her since she can just lie through text. But he will still message her even more frequently to check up on her and tries not to go out of town, making sure he was beside her. At the same time, I feel like he will take care of her even more than he used to, keeping a hawk eye on her.