[ STILL THE SAME ] MIYA ATSUMU.

I've got an atsumuxreader request where they are in a secret relationship but it starts getting to the point where they have little to no interaction in public. making her feel insecure and she starts wondering if he even loves her anymore, when girls start flirting with him and his teammates ask him about any girls he might be interested in and he doesn't hint at being in a relationship at all. I'm a sucker for angst to fluff!!

Thank youuuuu!! ❤️❤️

Of course, one Atsumu x Reader coming right up!(:

Atsumu was destined to be great.

If there was anything to be sure of, it was just that. Growing up with him had shown you on more than one occasion that if that boy had his eyes set on something, that he was going to achieve it. It didn't matter what it cost him, he was incredibly headstrong.

So when he approached you on a hazy morning in early December, hands trembling in a way you'd never seen before, words tumbling from his mouth so fast you could hardly understand a thing he'd said, it had shocked you. Long gone was the Atsumu that puffed his chest out every time someone complimented his skills. Long gone, was the Atsumu that didn't so much as get the nervous sweats before volleyball matches in front of scouts.

"I'm sorry, Tsumu," You start, heart pounding wildly against your ribs, "I'm not quite sure I caught that."

He visibly shudders, unable to hold eye contact as he says almost desperately, "I'd really like to take ya on a date. Please. Let me take ya on a date?"

He says it slowly, accent dripping from his mouth like molasses. He rakes a hand through his murky hair, fingers shaking so hard you almost consider asking him if he needs to sit down and just breathe.

He almost loses hope when you don't immediately answer his question, but then he looks up at you, and your mouth forms the words, yes 'Tsum, I'd love that, and his whole world tilts on its axis.

Your friendship had always been a close one. Your friends had never batted an eye at the way your head would slowly find its rest against one of his broad shoulders during movie nights, nor the way you'd wear his hoodies.

So when the shift happens, no one notices. Not even Suna, the perceptive guy he was. You both decided that maybe it was for the best, if you kept your relationship from everyone until you could figure out a good way to break the news.

It wasn't that you really thought your friends would be upset, it was just that it was all so new, and as much as you hoped it wouldn't happen, if you decided to breakup, neither of you wanted to cause rifts in the friend group.

You go on for two months like that, hiding your relationship behind the guise of your already close friendship. It isn't a terrible feat, besides the fact that 99% of the time, your boyfriends literal other half is around, making it difficult to spend any time together. But then you started looking forward to little things, like the winks Atsumu'd send you in passing at school, or his foot nudging yours beneath the desk in math class. You grew tired of watching your friends freely hug and kiss their boyfriends. You grew tired of pretending to cheer on Atsumu as a friend and not as your boyfriend.

Over time, it began to feel like you weren't really dating him anymore.

It didn't hit its breaking point until you were eating at your favorite ramen shop with the twins, Suna, and Ginjima. You feel like your heart might burst from your chest when Ginjima excitedly asks Atsumu about a girl who had been flirting with him after practice earlier in the day.

You eye him carefully, gauging his reaction. It's not that you didn't trust him, it's just the absolute lack of anything between the two of you had gotten to your head. You feel sick to your stomach when he blushes.

"Ah yeah," Your boyfriend finally says, "She was nice an' all but I'm not looking for a relationship or anything at the moment. Volleyball's the most important thing to me right now. Can't let some girl cloud my judgement, y'know? Can't take my eyes off the prize just yet-"

You shove your stool back, wincing when it clatters to the ground, catching the attention of every person in the small ramen shop.

"Woah," Suna breaks the silence, "Y/n, are you good?"

You take a deep breath, embarrassment sending a chill up your spine. "Yeah, um, sorry, I just don't feel very well. Think I ate something bad. I'll see you guys tomorrow, 'kay?"

You grab your backpack off of the ground, slinging it around your shoulders before taking off for the exit.

"Wait up," Atsumu says hurriedly, trying to catch up with you, "I'll walk ya home."

You shake your head, forcing yourself to put one foot in front of the other. "No thanks, I don't really think you should be around me. Might cloud your judgement or-"

"Y/n."

Atsumu grabs you by the back of the sleeve, yanking hard enough that you fall against him.

"Y/n," He says again. "I didn't mean that, angel. Ya had to have known I didn't mean that, right?"

You click your tongue, feeling mad at yourself when tears collect on your lash line.

You sigh dejectedly, "Atsumu, I love being your girlfriend..but lately it's like I'm not. I can't remember the last time you genuinely kissed me. I get that we wanted to keep this a secret, but I'm really starting to wish we never decided that because I want to be able to hold your hand and wear your jersey and I want you to be able to call me 'angel' in front of everyone. It just hurt that you said all of that. Whether you meant it or not. And I know it's dumb but hearing Ginjima talk about that girl flirting with you..it made me feel icky. I dunno-"

And for the second time in one night, Atsumu cuts you off.

"Baby," He breathes, gathering you into his arms. "I am so sorry. I don't want you to feel that way. I love you. I really do. I think I have since the day I found ya sitting on the sidewalk playing with worms after a rainstorm. All I've ever wanted to do is respect you and yer wishes, so if I'd known ya felt like this I wouldn't have been so closed off."

You press your face into his chest, breathing in the smell of his deodorant. "Can we stop being a secret, 'Tsumu? I'm sick of being secretive."

You feel him nod his head before his lips press against the top of your head. "Me too. It's hard to not be able to boast about my girl to all my friends. Did you know that she's the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on?"

"Is she?" You ask, heart in your throat.

"Yeah," He confirms, "And, don't tell her this, but sometimes I feel like my heart is reaching for hers. That's how in love with her I am."

You tilt your head back to look at him, nearly swooning when he whispers, "There she is. There's my beautiful girl."

Leaning up, you kiss him softly.

"Love you," You whisper, nudging your nose playfully against his.

"Who loves me?"

"I love you."

You can feel the way Atsumu grins before he returns the sentiment.

"I love ya, too, baby."

You take a deep breath, heels finding the ground as you suggest going back to the ramen shop to talk to the guys about your relationship.

"Ah," Atsumu says awkwardly, "Something tells me they already know."

You turn to find the Osamu, Suna, and Ginjima standing not far from you guys.

"How long have you been watching us?"

"Long enough to find out that you guys are together!" Ginjima says, accusation etched into his tone. Suna snorts, and nudges Osamu.

"Nah, we've known."

Ginjima raises his hand, "Hello? I didn't?"

Osamu deadpans, "No shit, Sherlock. Else you would've kept your big mouth shut and not upset the lady back there."

You're suddenly unsure of if you feel relieved that your relationship is out in the open or slightly afraid. Either way, all you know, is that you are loved, and for now, that is more than enough.

February 22nd, 2022 (2/22/22) falls on a Tuesday, making it 2’s day

atsumu's hitting on you.

again, for the fifth time this week, for the seventeenth time in the last fourteen days.

"come on," he smirks, "won't you like someone like me?"

"no," you say, straightforward and blunt as you watch his facade crumble.

"oh come on," he whines, "just give me a chance."

you'd call this less of flirting, and more like a failed confession and you bite back a laugh, "no,"

atsumu's a nice guy, really, he's funny, he's supportive and sweet, but good god does he have ego.

he's full of himself and arrogant, but for once in his life, he isn't so sure of himself anymore.

five months ago, exactly five months ago from today did he start feeling like something changed, it started with tension in the air because he was no more smooth with his words, then butterflies fluttering around in his stomach whenever you came around, then the tightening of his chest whenever his name fell from your lips, then the red that would bloom on his cheeks whenever you had physical contact, and god does he feel so hopeless.

because you are the only one who could make his ego crumble, the only one who could make the butterflies in his stomach flutter and the only only who could bring red to his face.

"okay, scenario," atsumu starts, "i'm the last man on earth, would you date me?"

you ponder it for a moment, "meh."

"are you serious right now?"

that's why he's been needy, desperate even lately, dropping pick up lines and confessions as jokes for any kind of affirmation, a push strong enough for him to actually ask you out, because he really, really needs it.

"okay, another scenario," he says, "an asshole just dumped you, and you need someone else to get over them, would you date me then?"

and you laugh, "tsumu, no,"

he scoffs, offended, "would you throw me a bone here?"

it's a late afternoon on a wednesday and the two of you are hanging out at your place, having a couple drinks by the kitchen counter as the sunlight pours in, the tv is on, volume low and quiet, there is no traffic jam outside and it's quite cozy, before the two of you have to get back to work a couple minutes.

atsumu says, "alright, how about this, i offer you a dance?"

you set your empty glass in the sink, "i think you're a bad dancer."

"what?!" and oh, he sounds so offended.

"yeah, atsumu," you say, snickering, "i saw the highschool prom video."

he practically shrinks down with a surprised, horrified expression.

you laugh, and you throw a towel at him, before grabbing your keys and heading to the door, "alright, come on, lover boy, we have to go now."

atsumu gets up from his seat, and he's shoulders are noticeably slump, and he says, "just, give me a chance,"

by the doorway you turn over to him, "how about instead of all these silly scenarios and cheeky confessions, you actually ask me out after practice today?" you raise your eyebrows, smirking, and you turn away, "now, come on, we're gonna be late."

surprised doesn't even begin to describe how he feels, and it feels as if he regained a little bit of his ego now, enough confidence to actually ask you out.

looks like he got his affirmation.

random cute things they do.

˖⁺ ✧ genre : sfw, fluff (?) ˖⁺ ✧ warning/s : none ˖⁺ ✧ ft : misc ˖⁺ ✧ a/n : someone save me from this insane woman

ʚ bokuto stops by the local playground on his daily morning jog. he likes to spend time with the children there - giving them a push on the swing, helping them down the pole, and catching them on the slide.

ʚ konoha steps on leaves, waiting for that one, loud crunch. although he has bumped his head one too many times, from being too focused on the ground and not looking where he’s going.

ʚ tsukishima always buys 2 pieces of bread when he goes to the store. the small bun is for him to snack on, and the baguette is for the ducks in the pond that he passes by on his way home.

ʚ atsumu and osamu have one thing in common; they like johnsons’ baby shampoo. the blonde twin says that it’s only because it makes his hair soft. the other admits that he likes how it smells.

ʚ ushijima types with his index finger. he holds his phone with the whole palm of his right hand, and slowly types away. tendou has tried to teach him how to type faster, but he only thanks him and says that it is “unnecessary information”.

ʚ iwaizumi is never late to watching any movie that involves Godzilla or King Kong. he grew up loving the former, only to become invested in the latter as well.

ʚ oikawa is terrified of alien abduction. the interest started off with the possibility of the existence of aliens, but now, it’s turned to a fear of being abducted in the middle of the night. iwaizumi ‘reassures’ him that “no creature, human or not, would want him.”

ʚ akaashi sometimes forgets to wear his glasses, and instead squints. it could’ve been beside him, or on his head - but nonetheless, he’s still forget.

ʚ tendou never turns off his notifications, even while sleeping. he doesn’t want to be late to the news if ever a friend needed him.

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You’d gone to bed angry last night.

It was a promise you’d made to each other long ago, back when you’d gotten into your first big fight in the early months of your relationship, to never go to bed angry, to work through and compromise with whatever problems plagued your love. No one deserved to go to bed thinking their partner was angry at them.

But when Bakugo spit his venomous words, turned on his heel and slammed your bedroom door shut last night to leave you with the shattered heart he’d just created, your feet couldn’t even begin to move towards the closed door. You didn’t want to face him, want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how bad he hurt you, and if he so badly didn’t want you in bed next to him, who were you to try and convince otherwise?

So, wordlessly, you climbed into the scratchy, lumpy couch he’d seemingly banished you to, and you pulled the too-small, too-thin blanket over you, and stared at the leather of the couch for the next six hours, the clock ticking all the while.

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dialogues: look me in the eye

❀ timeskip! miya osamu, suna rintarō x gn! reader

summary: you can’t seem to look your crush in the eye

miya osamu

you were seated on one of the counter seats at onigiri miya. the closed sign turned out. osamu leaning over the counter.

“you look at my brother just fine and we’re identical twins.”

“he’s different! i don’t…”

“don’t?”

"i just don’t know you as well as him,” you said, lying through your teeth.

he raised his brow, the slight ghost of a smirk gracing his lips, “hmm, you barely see him though?”

“well it’s just,” fumbling through your worlds, “time is not indicator of quality.”

he laughed amused, walking over to you before slowly leaning in, caging you between his arms and the counter, his grey eyes boring into yours as you felt a heat rising in your cheeks, butterflies fluttering aggressively in your stomach, trying desperately to turn away.

“yn, let’s try this one more time okay?” his voice gentle as he titled your chin towards him, eyes meeting his again, a calloused thumb dragging along your cheek. “why won’t you look me in the eye?” half lidded gaze trained on yours in anticipation.

you were locked in with nowhere to escape, defenceless against his captivating eyes, feeling yourself sinking deeper into the pools of grey, “i…i like you,” you whispered, eyebrows furrowed, “okay? you happy now? you jerk,” lips pressed into a line.

he broke into a wide cheeky grin. “now that wasn’t so hard was it?” he removed his cap, wearing it on you before squeezing the top of your head and patting it affectionately.

“ow, that hurts samu,” you pouted.

“i like you too dummy,” he chuckled.

suna rintarō

laugter resonated from your corner booth as you giggled at some stupid thing the twins were bickering about. suna sat beside you, a lazy arm hung over your shared booth seat as he side-eyed your cheery expression.

the twins having been forewarned to leave a little earlier so suna could finally talk to you alone, came up with some excuse and sciddled away.

you kept it up your facade, asking him some questions about volleyball, small talk, though you were never able to hold his gaze for more than 3 seconds.

in contrast, his faded emerald eyes never left you as you eagerly scrambled to calm your ferocious beating heart. the quickening pulse fuelled by a reluctant combination of excitement and anxiousness as his attention continued to be undisturbed, solely fixated on you.

you fiddled with the ends of your top, sipping more of your drink again, but in your moment of haste, condensation lubricating whatever friction, the cup slips, cold liquid spashing, drenching suna’s top and torso.

in shock you manage to choke out a string of apologies, frantically gathering up tissues to clean your mess despite suna’s reassurance that he was okay.

“bold now are we?” his lip curving into a small smirk as he peered down at you. aggressively dabbing a damp spot on his chest.

“shut up just don’t want your coach complaining if i got you sick or something,” you pouted, grabbing a few more fresh tissues.

“how about this. i’ll forgive you for spilling something so cold on a little ole athlete like me and you tell me why you never look me in the eye.” he proposed, face inching closer towards yours.

“i look! sometimes….” you tried defending yourself before quickly averting your eyes.

“yn, look at me,” his voice soft as your head hung low, still shaking your head defiantly.

“you’re too attractive. you make my heart feel weird,” you grumbled, frown deepening as you looked up to see a wide smile on his face.

“so you have a crush on me huh?” he pinched your cheek, tugging it a little.

“i never said that!” you huffed, swatting his hand away, rubbing the sore apples of your cheek.

“you soo do yn,” he teased as you crossed your arms indignantly.

“well at least it’s convenient, because i have the biggest crush on you too,” he grinned.

sol’s comments ❀: have a great weekend cuties and sorry i always post things at 12am LOL. also this was supposed to include issei :((

m.list ·˚ ༘ ꒱ | each and every reblop is appreciated ☻ (+ free hugs)

» HAIKYUU + "JUST FRIENDS"

ft. akaashi, atsumu, kuroo, kita

tags : gn!reader, angst

a/n : ...hello

» AKAASHI walks you home - like he does, most of the time - in bleak temperatures with light snow scattered on the pavements. unfortunately for you, you’d forgotten your gloves, which leaves your fingers numb from exposure. akaashi notices it from the way you blow into your bare fingers repeatedly, and promptly reaches for the extra pair of gloves he always carries in his bag and hands them to you. when you accept his gloves with a smile, he doesn't know why but he feels his heart sink with a ‘thunk’ following whatever you say afterward; “thanks ‘kaashi, you’re a great friend!”

» ATSUMU’s a little tired of suna and osamu’s constant teasing of you and him, but he doesn't really mind either, because you're one of the only things he thinks of. not that he’d admit it, but there’s also a part of him that is dying to know if you really feel the same way that he does, and an even bigger part of him that’s wishing, praying for a reality where you're his. but the universe is unfair - you reply to them, wearing a apologetic yet genuine smile on your face, with a shake of your head - “nah, we're just friends.” then turn to grin at atsumu with a tilt of your head and a small part of him just dies, “we're really friends, aren't we?”

» KUROO bends down the moment he sees your mouth stretch wide open in yet another exhausted yawn; a piggyback-ride offer that you accept, climbing onto his back and securing your arms around him. as you do so, kuroo tries to ignore the heat pricking at the apples of his cheeks because while he’s used to carrying you home every other day, he certainly isn't used to the feeling of your warm breath fanning the crook of his neck and the snug fit of your arms wrapped around his shoulders. “i love you, tetsu.” his breath hitches at the sudden announcement you make. he feels his hopes soar, just a bit, until you add on with a soft yawn, “you're like a brother friend, y’know? big bro friend.”

» KITA invites you over to his house for a simple friday dinner and, with much insistence from your side, to help out with the cooking too. he stays in the kitchen as well to make sure that grandma yumie doesn't overdo whatever she’s making, to which she replies brightly with, “it's not called overdoing, shin-chan, we’ve got to make your future wife feel welcome!” you answer her statement by adverting your eyes groundward, obvious embarrassment carved out in your features. kita’s just about to deny whatever she’d said (although he kind of doesn't want to) when you speak up first instead. “ah, no grandma yumie, shin’s just a friend! he’s like a big brother to me.” and then he feels his heart stop.

rbs + comments appreciated!

@ryesei here u go <3

I loved that househusband AU soooooo much! Made me wish it was reality 😭. But no, tis not my reality.

You said you were open to ideas for this AU? Well what if you did an edition with remote working? S/o now is at home and the guys get so see what s/o does throughout the day (see’s s/o as a BOSS)

Oooh what about someone bashing the couple for their “untraditional” lifestyle?

you dare overstep your mortal authority ?!

sypnosis: how they’re like when someone attempts to bash the two of you because of your lifestyle. ( i dont condone to bashing and any forms of harassment. )

characters: zhongli, diluc, itto, xiao, kaeya, thoma, childe, and scaramouche

content: mafia!au, mentions of harassment (bashing), mild swearing, violence, threats, hint of torture, insults

post-script: don’t we all wish it was a reality 😔💔 how does it feel to live our dreams y/n 🎤🎤🎤🎤 on the other hand, im planning on making a separate post about the remote working s/o (bcuz theres sm to say about this) sooo stay tuned for that 😈 for now tho, lemme share the goody details on the last part hehe

the way of the househusband au masterlist

INTIMIDATES BASHERS - zhongli, diluc, itto, and xiao

ZHONGLI’s rolled up sleeves that shows his battle scars are enough for people who attempt to bash the two of you to not do anything at all, giving the ex-yakuza all the more reasons to be proud of his scars and not be ashamed to show them. though, you gotta admit, you’re surprised that it intimidated people despite the apron he always wears.

when you do encounter a basher that actually has the nerve to bash, zhongli first lets his scars intimidate the person and try to reason with them, keeping you beside him protectively in hopes of the basher not trying to harm you.

if the basher is stubborn and tries to harm the both of you regardless of your lover’s attempts, this is when rex lapis comes out in the light instead of zhongli.

you could only watch as your husband grips the basher’s shoulder in a tight manner, his eyes narrowing as the atmosphere grew tense.

“how would you feel about living in prison for a while?”

DILUC’s aloof attitude alongside his muscular form often intimidated people around him and he definitely isn’t complaining — especially since it backs off those who could attempt to hurt you because of your lifestyle with him, so the chance of getting bashed was only a 1% possibility.

however, the possibility is never a zero.

your harasser didn’t even know that your husband is the intimidating bartender that cleans glasses 24/7 because he only overheard you gushing to your friend about your lovely househusband in the bar where he drinks, so things didn’t go well with the person when your husband caught him sputtering insults and nearly punched you when you insulted him back.

customers and your friend could only watch as some asshole who didn’t know anything better get scared by diluc’s haunting glare and cowardly backed off when the red-haired man calmly ordered him to get out, causing your harasser muttering out insincere comments before taking his leave.

despite the situation being dealt with, we all know diluc would feel guilty if you ever get hurt because of him being a househusband :((

nevertheless though, his guilt that sometimes creeps in him disappears when he sees you giving such a blessing smile, telling him how you’re grateful to have a wonderful househusband like him and how you love him so much despite his past :))

ITTO honestly didn’t intend to intimidate people with his stature and muscular scar-covered body and he’s incredibly oblivious from that fact. however, you are really thankful that his intimidated appearance is enough to make bashers back off - especially since your neighbors warned you and itto about bashers that lurks around the small town.

if there was someone who somehow had the metal balls to bash you not knowing that your househusband is a literal beefy muscular man who can probably crush someone’s head with his bare hands who’s standing nearby, he’ll immediately tackle him down and make you call the police for an attempted harassment.

although your husband isn’t as… violent as most househusbands in this post, he’s the only one who does the most rational thing and call the cops, simply because he’s a literally nice guy that just follows the law now.

XIAO’s eyes are something that catches people’s attention, only for them to immediately feel scared of him because of his rest-bitch face. if looks could kill, xiao would’ve already killed millions, that’s what people will think to themselves whenever they walk pass the ex yakuza.

unfortunately, this doesn’t go the same for certain people because of xiao’s height, especially that one basher that spat out insults after insults because of your lifestyle with xiao — that is, until your husband takes one good look at the basher with a scary glare with intent to kill — and that was enough for the person to shut his mouth up and stare in fear.

you gotta admit, it was pretty hot. but scary as well. but mostly hot.

THREATENS BASHERS - kaeya and thoma

KAEYA will instantly take a hold on the person from going after you, staring at them with a cold gaze that replaced the loving look he gives to you and only you.

he may have promised that he wouldn’t hurt anyone anymore to you, but it doesn’t mean he promised that he’ll not do it verbally. all it took was for your husband to lean in on your assaulter’s ear and whisper a few words that made him shiver in fear and try to get away from kaeya.

when you asked kaeya what he said to the basher, his expression instantly comes back into a loving one, cupping your cheek with his one hand as he tells you it’s nothing for you to worry about.

THOMA will immediately put himself between you and your basher before stopping them from their attempted harassment. it was definitely strange to see your husband taking the situation so light heartedly as he treats your harasser like they’re old friends — but then the blonde haired man whispers something that made the basher look at him in confusion, giving you and thoma a chance to walk away from the incident with no injuries and worries.

so imagine your surprise when you saw your basher standing at your front door the day after the incident, muttering so much apologies as he kneels on the ground and begs for forgiveness to you. just what did thoma do to scare this poor guy?!

FIGHTS BASHERS BACK - childe, scaramouche

CHILDE will not take the basher slightly — especially if they were aiming to attack you first under his watch. seriously, were they asking for a death wish when they tried to hurt an ex-yakuza’s spouse right in front of him? childe amuses to himself, watching as the basher cowardly steps away when he sees childe bringing out a gun.

oh, you don’t have to worry about witnessing the poor bastard’s death by your husband - the gun is simply a prop that can scare off people like your assaulter, so no need to try and stop him, just watch the show and see if the man learned his lesson <<3 you wanted to ask why on earth your husband has a gun prop, but you honestly don’t wanna find out.

what’s not a prop are the two blades that childe brings out when he stands in front of the basher’s home, smiling menacingly as he goes closer and closer to the front door.

despite failing in being intimidating to others outdoors and not in his old organization anymore, SCARAMOUCHE makes it up through his violent verbal assault. he’s probably the only househusband that made you encounter a few bashers who aren’t scared of scaramouche’s appearance.

however, your lover is one of the only househusbands who won’t hesitate to go violent (verbally and physically) against someone who’d have the audacity to assault you. it didn’t matter if the incident occur in public, his major priority is you and your safety, so he’d be damned if he’d let this bastard’s disgusting behavior slide just because he has an audience.

so when a certain basher took things way too far, it simply end up with the basher feeling like an embarrassment to this world and a traumatized memory of scaramouche’s colorful words.

this made my day already 😭

if no one told you today, i love you

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

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

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

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

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