Within The Void

When the Sakura Flowers Bloom

Pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x Reader Warnings: fluff yay! Word Count: ~1.5k A/N: here's some sweet kazuha fluff that i started writing last year and never finished until now

When the sakura flowers begin to bloom and flitter to the ground they cover the streets in pink. Delicate petals that rest on cool stone, faint fragile veins running through silk scented blossoms rest patiently. There’s no rush during the sakura season in Inazuma, not even the Kaiguri or Treasure Hoarders on the island-nation attempt to pull off as many heists or commit illegalities. And for the first time since the end of the Vision Hunt Decree, Kaedehara Kazuha finds himself strolling through the street of elegance with his hands clasped behind his back and a wistful smile gracing his features. He’s no longer a wanted man, his wrists and ankles are free of that invisible binding rope that always seems to pull him back towards his troubles back home. He doesn’t have to worry about the Tenryou Commission soldiers who stand on patrol for they no longer look at him with scrutiny or distaste. Granted, there’s lingering whispers that trail his footsteps followed by the watchful eye of Kujou Sara. But Kaedehara Kazuha doesn’t care, there’s no need for him to. Not while he’s walking alongside Gorou and half listening to his friend mumble about some petty troubles he’s had to face within the past few days. It’s not that the samurai doesn’t care what the General has to say, but his attention has already been long captured by the figure standing with the Kamisato siblings and Thoma. You look as wonderful as ever, beaming beneath the afternoon sun as you swat at Thoma who attempts to shove dango into your mouth. The sparkle in your eyes is a familiar look, one he’s watched for so long, waiting for your gaze to fall upon him. Oh if Tomo could see him now, hopelessly watching as you continue to walk down the streets towards him and his companion.

“You’re staring.” Gorou’s amused voice snaps Kazuha back to the present, earning the General a scowl in return.

“The sakura blooms are much more vibrant this year.” He responds in poetics and Gorou snorts. The General’s known Kazuha long enough to have picked up on his little tells here and there. But he’s also known Kazuha long enough to know how hard the samurai had fallen for you. He’s watched from afar as Kazuha’s attempted to win you over with poetics, extending invitations for late night strolls and offering small gifts. And yet, you never seem to pick up on Kazuha’s motives. The pair watch as Thoma happens to glance up, catching sight of the expression Kazuha has on his face. The samurai can’t do anything as Thoma nudges you gently, leaning over to say something. And then you look up, eyes searching ahead until they find maple red eyes and a grin breaks across your features. You raise your hand to wave at him and he nearly flushes in embarrassment when you call out his name, prompting some people around to turn their heads at you, and then him. Gorou lets out huff of amusement and pushes his friend forward slightly, directing the two of them in the direction of you and your friends, who have now taken sight of the General and samurai.

Thoma greets them first, offering some snacks he had just bought at one of the vendors. Ayato greets them cordially, but despite his formality, Gorou and Kazuha know that he’s happy to see the two of them. Since Inazuma’s shift to opening up to the rest of Teyvat, they’ve all had the chance to spend more time with one another, catching up on stories and adventures. You had always looked forward to hearing Kazuha’s stories, the ones about nations across the oceans. He told of the land amidst monoliths and the dandelion wind, places you had only read about in books and heard about from rumours and news from travellers. Fontaine, Natlan, Mondstadt, nations you had only dreamed of visiting, had been woven into poetics by the Anemo wielding samurai. He had always held a softer spot for you, as cliche as it may be. Gorou was always the one to point it out but Kazuha tended to ignore him, not exactly eager to listen to the General lecture him about his friendship with you.

“We’re heading to Komore Teahouse, would you like to join us?” Ayaka addresses the pair and Kazuha tears his eyes away from the sakura blossom that had fallen on your shoulder. You don’t notice his lingering eyes, instead focused on what your friend was saying. Gorou nods while Kazuha hesitates for a moment.

“I think— I think I’ll stay out here for a bit longer.” Kazuha nods.

“I’ll join you later, too.” Your statement makes him look over at you in surprise, not at all expecting you to sit out on a tea session, but he isn’t upset by all means. Rather it’s an opportunity for him to spend some time with you, at least he hopes. He watches as his group of friends bids the two of you farewell before walking down the street, leaving you to stand next to him. You don’t say anything at first, only looking back at him as you start to walk in the opposite direction, towards the grassy sitting area just a little ways from the streets.

“Do you have any aspirations for the new year?” You ask, voice a bit soft as you glance up at the sakura tree towering over your heads. Kazuha’s silent for a moment, contemplating what he wants to say. He has a million things at the tip of his tongue, words coated with honey, sweet and saccharine that are ready to fall from his lips. And with the way the sakura petals fall around you, he can feel more poetics bubbling up inside of him. But nothing comes out.

“I want to travel.” You offer him a glance, “Inazuma’s open, I want to explore the world for a bit.” Your Vision seems to agree and Kazuha catches it glinting in the light as it’s attached to your clothes. You didn’t have the chance to escape Inazuma before the borders were locked. Instead, you found solace with the Kamisatos, narrowly escaping the soldiers who had come to your home in demands of your Vision.

“Beidou’s scheduled to arrive in a few weeks before she takes off for Liyue for bit.” Kazuha doesn’t look at you as he’s speaking, staring straight up at the sakura flowers. He doesn’t trust himself enough to look at you right now, not when he’s about to extend his offer.

“If you’d like, you can journey with us. I’m sure Beidou will have no qualms with you joining us for this leg.” Kazuha raises his hand to catch a falling blossom, holding his breath as he waits for an answer. Archons he’s usually composed, usually keeping himself together, with no problems offering propositions and suggestions but that composure is slipping through his glass with you around.

You’re silent for a moment and Kazuha wants to disappear.

“If it’s okay with the Captain, I’d love to.” Your response has him looking at you in surprise, not expecting you to actually agree to his offer. “I’ll have you to journey with me.” That one smile stretches across your lips and Kazuha lets out his breath. It’s that same smile that you’ve always offered towards him, the one where your eyes seem to soften and you tilt your head slightly as if you were amused by him. Archons, he loves that smile.

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One year later and Kaedehara Kazuha is the bane of your existence. He has no shame in sending you smirks from across the room, honey coated poetics falling from his lips as his eyes flicker to you in amusement. One year is enough time for your relationship with Kazuha to shift from a close friendship to something a little more. One with shared kisses under a full moon and exchanges of sweet words upon arriving at a new port. Now, he sits upright, poised as ever as he recalls the most recent adventure aboard the Alcor to the others over dinner. You have half a mind to pinch his hand from where it rests on the table, but you refrain from doing so with the Kamisato siblings, Thoma, Kokomi, and Gorou sitting at the same table. Since your first trip aboard the Alcor, Beidou had excitedly welcomed you into the crew, quickly pulling you aside during the first night to gush over how happy she was that Kazuha was finally bringing you along. She was a bit tipsy and she let loose a few secrets that the samurai would probably be embarrassed to find out that you now knew, but nothing too bad that would send him into hiding in embarrassment. And finally a year later, you and Kazuha had returned to Inazuma, just in time to watch the Sakura blossoms bloom. You had spent hours strolling through Inazuma City, poking into shops and chatting with the owners, pleased to see how business had gotten better since the end of the Vision Hunt Decree and the opening of Inazuma. But travelling the world with Kazuha, oh, that was probably the best part of it all.

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should i say, “i love you.” | kenma

Synopsis: How far can “I love you,” take you if “I don’t know,” is what’s been on repeat for six years now? In which Kenma has a habit of shrugging his shoulders when faced with choice, while you’re on the opposite end, realizing that sometimes– to want isn’t always selfish.

Characters: Kozume Kenma

Genre/Tags: Slice of Life, Long term relationship, Hurt/Comfort, A leedle angst | WC: 10,400+

a/n: this piece was commed by @keisukesbaji​ ily x a million 

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commissions | ko-fi

It’s never been a comfort how for most of your life, you’ve found that you lived through quite a series of “I don’t knows.”

Like just going with the flow, you think. You’re content with what’s there, because what’s there works. While being stagnant wasn’t a comfort, the fact that hurt could become avoidable was. So you worked like that, because it’s what you knew.

Morning was defined by seven AM and night at seven PM. You had cereal for breakfast, or rice if you wanted a full meal, and ate what was the most convenient for lunch and dinner. From the food on your plate to the plans that fell on your lap, you like to think that it wasn’t a matter of serious planning but rather just acceptance of what’s there.

You didn’t mind, because you didn’t hurt. And what didn’t hurt—couldn’t shouldn’t be able to bother you all too bad.

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stop this is the cutest shit 🥺🥺

15 + 16 with oikawa pleth 😳😽✨

ofc bb! And I saw that you were having a bad day so I wrote it with extra fluff

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Prompts: 15 "You just kissed me??" "Oh my god I just kissed you." "Do it again." 16 "This is the 20th kiss I've given you." "And yet I need more."

The crowd screamed along with the boys as they won against Karasuno in the interhigh finals.

You rushed down to the court, eyes darting around, looking for the familiar 1 on the back of his jersey.

"Oikawa!" You scream, seeing him scream in victory with Iwaizumi.

Now, you weren't dating him yet, sure there were mutual feelings, but Oikawa was too busy to act on them, and you were waiting until a point where he wasn't being followed by the many many fangirls he had.

"Y/n!" He yelled, rushing over.

Overcome with happiness and emotion, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into a kiss, chest heaving when he finally pulled back, drunk with happiness.

"You just kissed me??" Oikawa laughed in disbelief, he just kissed you.

"Oh my god I just kissed you." His eyes searched yours earnestly looking for any indication that you didn't like him in the way you thought he did.

"Do it again." You breathed out, and he did, he cupped your face with his hands and pulled you into another kiss, only pulling away when Iwaizumi smacked him on the back.

"Get a room" He's smiling though, happy that they won and happy that Oikawa finally made a move on his longtime crush.

Oikawa rolled his eyes and leaned in to talk into your ear, the stadium still loud.

"Want to go on a date after?" Sending him a nod, you let go and point at the door, an indication of where you'll wait for him.

He nods and sends you on your way, going to bow and thank the spectators.

It's about a 20 minute wait, you reliving the kiss and how Oikawa pulled back with only admiration in his warm eyes.

"Can't stop thinking of me?" He's dressed in a regular t-shirt and athletic pants, still slightly sweaty from the game, and from the backwards tshirt and slight breathlessness you can tell he rushed out to see you as soon as he could.

"I could say the same about you."

He walks over and leans in a little, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips, wordlessly asking for consent.

At your nod he leans in and captures your lips into a kiss, it's softer this time, lacking the passion and toughness that stemmed from the excitement in the stadium, but it in no way lacked the love it held earlier.

You walk of the stadium, hands clasped around his arm, shivering slightly at the spring air.

"Oikawa, kiss." You look up to him, and see him smiling giddily at your request, pressing a soft kiss on your lips, and pulling away with a smile.

Yeah, he'd never get tired of this.

You go to a nearby convenience store, getting snack and giving eachother kisses as you walk around.

He walks you home as it gets dark, hand firmly clasped in yours, his jacket around your shoulders.

"Thanks for today." You smile, the roads becoming more familiar as you get closer to your house.

"Thanks for agreeing to be mine."

You smile and lean up slightly.

"Oikawa, kiss me."

"This is the 20th kiss I've given you." He laughs, poking your nose and smiling widely. The outdoor lamp and light from inside your house illuminate his face, causing a sparkle in his eyes and lighting his skin up.

"And yet I need more." You sigh, mustering up the saddest look you could, even with the happiness coursing through your brain.

Oikawa sighs, matching your energy despite the smile tugging at his lips.

"Who am I to deny a beautiful person their kiss?"

He pulls you into a last kiss before you head inside, waiting at your door until you lock it, before heading back and throwing a fist in the air once he dot to the street, dancing slightly, unaware of you peeking out at him through bedroom curtains.

"Dork." You smile fondly as he skips down the road, this night clearly having been one of his best, and to be honest it was one of yours too.

At Peace | Akaashi Keiji

SYNOPSIS: You like taking naps on his lap.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 744

WRITTEN: 03/17/2021

You peered around the open door to Keiji's office. You stared at his back and thought about bothering him or not.

His back was facing you since his desk was in front of the window. He liked being able to pause and look out the window while he was writing articles from home.

He always left the door open for you because he knew you were a bit clingy. He didn't mind. He liked that you were clingy sometimes.

If he wasn't the type of person to accept and give affection, he wouldn't have spent all of high school with Bokuto.

You shuffled into his office. Keiji turned around in his chair, allowing you to climb onto his lap.

You wiggled around until you were comfortable. Your chest was pressed against his as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. You buried your face into the crook of his neck and closed your eyes.

He knew you well. A single glance at the clock would tell him if it was nap time or not. You always took naps around the same time each day.

He rolled his chair closer to his desk and continued to work on his laptop. It wasn't difficult for him to be your pillow and to work. All he needed was his hands anyway.

You eventually drifted off the sleep and he glanced at you before smiling softly. He leaned in and kissed your forehead, then turned back to his laptop to continue working.

It was always peaceful with you.

He enjoyed being able to write in the silence of his office. The only sounds were your soft breathing and the clacks of the keyboard. There was the occasional bird tweeting or children laughing down the street.

He preferred to work bit by bit each day instead of trying to finish a whole paper in one day. When he reached his goal for the day, he saved his progress and turned his laptop off.

He glanced at the clock before placing his hands on your back and kissing the top of your head.

"Y/N, it's time to wake up," he whispered.

He preferred to wake you up gently, then increase the volume of his voice if you didn't wake up.

Your soft snoring didn't cease, so he gently shook you while telling you to wake up. You softly groaned as you opened your eyes a smidge.

"Hi, sweetheart," he greeted.

"Hmm."

You rubbed your eyes and leaned back, blinking sleepily at him. He smiled, grabbed your face, and squished your cheeks together.

"Time to wake up," he said.

You mumbled incoherent words as he moved your head from side to side in an attempt to wake you up.

"I'll get started on dinner," he said as he placed his hands onto the back of your thighs and stood up.

You clung to him as he walked to the kitchen. When he tried to place you onto the chair, you refused to let him go.

"Time to let go, Y/N."

You whined, but let go of him. He kissed your forehead and opened the refrigerator to take out ingredients for dinner.

You watched him move around the kitchen and get started on dinner. He rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands while waiting for the pan to heat up and the pot of water to boil.

When you were sober enough, you shuffled toward the sink to wash your hands. Then, you stood next to him to help cut the vegetables.

He carefully handed you the knife, then got started on making a sauce for the vegetables.

The two of you had a routine. He'd get started on dinner, but you'd help him finish making it once you were awake enough.

"Keiji," you called out.

He looked down at you and chuckled when he saw your face. You were expecting a kiss, and he could tell.

He leaned in and kissed you on the lips, then grabbed the vegetables to sauté them. You smiled and moved to put the noodles in the boiling pot of water.

You set the dining table while waiting for the noodles to cook. Once they were ready, you drained the water and put them on two plates.

Keiji finished the sautéed vegetables and poured them over the noodles. The two of you sat across from each other and dug into the meal.

It was the small moments of domesticity with you that he enjoyed.

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

pairing: akaashi keiji x reader

prompt: sharing clothes

word count: 3.6k (oh my fucking god KAJSDAKSLD)

A/N: LMAO OKAY the way the actual prompt is only mentioned like twice in the actual fic,,,,,i’m sorry i just took the idea (loosely based on an ad for the show “dash and lily” on netflix whoops) and REALLY RAN WITH IT. anyway, hope you enjoy anyway haha this is unedited (and uh,,there’s a bit of angst) i’m so sorry

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The bell rings quietly as you push the door open, and suddenly you feel like you’re home.

It’s a small bookstore a little ways away from your school. You’ve been visiting for years now, so you’ve gotten used to the dark red wood facade, the slightly musty scent of old books, and the dim lighting inside.

“Hello.” you greet the old woman behind the counter politely, bowing your head as she smiles.

“Hello, dear! We just got a new shipment in the back, you should take a look! Might be something you like there.”

With another nod, you drag your feet toward the back as instructed, drinking in the sight of all the shelves. Your fingers drag over the spines of the books as you pass, as though trying to extract the stories from within each of the bound pages. Finally arriving at the book of the store, you see that the owner was correct—there’s a variety of new books available, all different genres and sizes.

WIth a quick scan, one book sticks out to you. It’s decently thick, a red spine with gold lettering in a pretty calligraphy font. Your fingers twitch toward it, ready to pull it out and inspect it, when a sudden sound from your phone makes you flinch.

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keiji: Do you want to hang out today? I know you had a rough calc test, maybe we can de-stress together. Just let me know.

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Hello, this is my first time asking but, can I request a Kazuha headcanon with gender neutral reader? I haven't thought of any scenerios though

hi !!

i made into a oneshot instead, i hope that's alright !! headcanon was kinda vague T_T

one order of an ice-cream coming right up ! i hope you enjoy it, and ty for ordering from quill’s dessert cafe 🍧

please reblog! it helps a lot :)

kazuha.

the sun has just begun to dip below the horizon, the last of its warm rays splashing gold hues across the pastel sky. a gentle summer breeze whistles softly, curling around you like a the familiar warmth of a hug from your lover. you're standing at the docks of liyue, gazing absently at the ships, or more specifically the crux, the magnificent fleet captained by none other than beidou, and also the fleet that your boyfriend, kazuha will be leaving on today.

the feeling of an arm wrapping around your waist jolts you out of your thoughts, and you tilt your head up to be met with kazuha's lips curved into a sad smile. you turn around, burying your head in his chest, unsure of how to convey what you're feeling. in the end you settle for asking, "do you really have to leave?" kazuha sighs, lifting your knuckles to kiss them, "i wish i didn't have to. but i don't want you to get hurt. if i stay here for too long, the inazuma guards might find me, and they might take you too."

you know he's right, but it doesn't make his departure ache any less. what's worse is that you don't know when he'll come back, or if he even will. the ocean obeys no one, not even the formidable captain beidou, and storms can wreck even the strongest of ships in a second by dashing them on razor sharp rocks or pulling them down into the darkest depths where they'll never be seen again. you're terrified that kazuha will just disappear, swallowed up by a monster of the sea.

kazuha rubs comforting circles on the small of your back as he nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent and memorising it to revisit while he's away. "oi, kaedehara! get over here, we're about to leave soon. captain's orders," a voice yells from aboard the ship, smashing through your quiet tryst. you're gripping onto kazuha's shirt, silently begging him not to leave, and his pale crimson eyes, almost the same colour as the coppery bloodstains on the floor he has seen from his time at inazuma, fill with longing. he wants so desperately to stay, but this is for the both of you and the future he wants to build with you someday.

"hey, look at me," he murmurs, caressing your cheek while you lean into his touch as your brain scrambles to ingrain this in your mind forever. parting really is such sweet sorrow, you idly think. kazuha peels your hand off his shirt and drops something into your open palm before folding your fingers to close on it, "take care of this for me, alright?" pressing a final kiss on your forehead, kazuha quickly boards the ship waiting for him, and you bid him goodbye with as much encouragement as you can muster.

"i love you!" you shout into the distance, cupping your hands around your mouth to amplify your volume. you imagine your boyfriend smiling as he hears it, and suddenly recall the item he slipped into your hands. unclasping your fingers, you glance downwards, only to be met with a single maple leaf, the same shade as the streak running through kazuha's snowy hair. you're more grateful than words can express for the simple gift which almost feels like a part of him left in your caring hands, and vow to keep it safe.

and as stars begin to blanket the navy quilt of the night sky, you offer up a prayer to the archons to protect kazuha, clutching the leaf to your heart.

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hi ! sorry for going so off the rails from what u requested, but i hope u still liked it :)

are u guys going to pull for kazuha or for klee?

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the first time I missed you

GE Saeran X Reader. For my beloved (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) anon.

When everything was over, you breathed in deep and thought from now on, I’m never going to be sad.

That day, the air smelled like dew on freshly cut grass and you looked up at the sky the way he’d taught you and felt sure you’d only ever be happy from then on. You squeezed his hand and didn’t even make a wish, because you didn’t have to.

You believed it with your whole heart.

Now, you lay in bed with the sheets all rumpled and press your palm to your aching eyes and feel foolish for ever thinking that way. In a moment of transcendence, the world slows and everything feels bright—but life isn’t that way all the time.

Even when life is good—and your life is very good—sometimes you are all alone in bed and the room is too hot and too cold all at once and your heart feels like an open wound.

There’s something about nighttime. During the day, being by yourself isn’t so bad: you like to wander in the tall grass around your strange, bulletproof home and smell the summer air and think about the future. You don’t mind sending him off with a kiss as long as you know the sun will still be up when he returns.

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empty beds

summary: nishinoya no longer wants to sleep on empty beds

word count: 1.3k

pairing: nishinoya x gn!reader

a/n: no thoughts, head empty. only cuddling nishinoya when he comes home. also sorry for reposting! my tags didn’t show up so hopefully they do now!

YOU WOULD ARGUE THAT SLEEPING IS one of the best things Whoever was Above had gifted you and your silly little world. Being able to disappear for a while and live in the freedom of your dreams was a whole other level of comfort — and it was one that you didn’t take lightly. So whenever you had the chance, you’d take the liberty in rewarding yourself with a good nap.

Today was no different.

Since you hadn’t had the free time to take a nap today, you’d resorted to sleeping a little earlier than usual, falling prisoner to the idea of a good dream.

This, however, had come to a surprise to your cheery roommate who was waltzing towards your shared apartment in search of you after having disappeared for months.

Nishinoya had lived with you for a good while now, and in that time, you hadn’t seen him all that often. It proved to be no problem though because you had known the boy since high school which meant awkwardness was void whenever the two of you were home together — contrary to it, being in the same place actually meant cuddling and silly adventures with you and the boy. He’d made it a habit to try and replicate the cuisines he had tried when he was out exploring the world.

Placing everything down by the front door (as Noya had grown quite tired from the constant hopping to planes, though he did still have the same glow he normally had whenever he’d realize he was coming home to you), Nishinoya made sure to place the bag of gifts he had gotten you hidden inside one of his bags. And that proved a little extra difficult, with all the other things he had gotten his friends, stuffed inside one bag.

Grabbing something for you while out in a different country had become a habit to the boy, and it always surprised you how he never missed one — despite you saying it was totally alright if he didn’t give you an overwhelming amount of gifts.

You basically had it all, from keychains to stuffed animals to shirts with the country’s name. Sometimes, you’d get shells or sand when he traveled by the beach. It was just always something different with him.

With that said, it was a rare occasion to find him home. And you were so drunk on the idea of sleeping that you had barely heard the sound of keys opening the door to your apartment. You had missed the call of your name in favor of snuggling your head deeper into the soft pillows on your bed.

And just as your dreams are about to start presenting itself in your fried brain, your sleepy ears come to pick up quiet shuffling from inside your room — and this time, your body refuses to ignore the thought that someone could’ve possibly broken into your home.

Almost as if your fight or flight response takes over your senses, one of your tired hands goes flying towards the general direction of the spot beside you on your bed, and you almost immediately fall off when you feel yourself touching something human.

Your heart is beating so fast and there’s a loud thump you can feel in your ears that you don’t even hear your own pleas for whoever it was to spare you.

With your system pumped up, you quickly bring yourself to turn around to find the culprit only for your eyes to increase tenfold when you spot Nishinoya with his head buried in your pillows, reaching out for you to come back.

“Yuu, what the fuck! When did you come back? Why’d you have to scare the shit out of me like that!”

It was obvious to you that he had come to the comfort of your room in search of cuddles especially after being gone for so long.

And although cuddling wasn’t anything new to the both of you, given Nishinoya’s clingy nature, your brain still hasn’t fully processed the fact that your roommate was actually on your bed and had attempted to fall asleep beside you.

“Come back please. Don’t you miss your super cool roommate?” His voice was quiet, in contrast to his usual boisterous tone, but there was still a hint of playfulness in it as he pats your spot on the bed with his eyes still shut.

“So you propose we sleep beside each other?” He’s nodding his head, pulling your blankets further towards his body as he yawned, his hair was down — blocking his forehead, and he had a cute toothless smile plastered on his face.

“I can’t handle sleeping on another empty bed.”

You only now realize that from the months Nishinoya was gone, he had probably been sleeping from hotel to hotel without the comfort of anyone else with him — and although he had a knack for adventure, he was still human after all, and he still missed the cuddles his roommate used to offer when he was back home.

Which only explained why it was almost routine for Nishinoya to stroll past his own bedroom and into yours the moment he had arrived home.

“Empty beds are lonely.” You can see the ghost of a pout on his lips, eyes slightly open so he can look at you and motion for you to come back on your bed. “Please?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say no, not when he was looking at you with pleading eyes and that stupid pout on his lips, and especially not when he had just come home and his first and only request was to be able to simply sleep beside you.

You sympathized with how long he’d gone without physical touch. With coming home from every adventure to a lonely, cold and quiet bed (and you only now realized why he’d always call you at the most unexpected times just so he could fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the sight of your pretty face).

Nishinoya smiles triumphantly when you pull the covers so you could slip in and go back to the well-deserved sleep you had promised yourself. But it was always easier said than done, and you find that sleep is difficult to find when Nishinoya was pestering you by running his hand against your arm, scooting closer towards you to rest his head on your shoulders.

“Cuddles please?”

You roll your eyes when you spot Nishinoya with his arms wide open, encouraging you to inch closer before completely engulfing you in his arms, nose buried against your hair and sighing fondly at the familiar scent of your shampoo he very much loved.

He’d never admit how he had bought a bottle of the same shampoo when he was out traveling just so he could have something that resembled you, and he had found himself using it and divulging in its familiar scent whenever he had a particularly stressful day during his own adventures.

“Thank you.” He runs a hand down your back, pressing a small kiss on your forehead before shutting his eyes closed, allowing for the both of you to finally get what the two of you had needed that night — sleep (and maybe also each other, but the two of you merely gloss over that fact).

“Goodnight Y/N. Really missed this.” His grip around you tightens for a bit in a little squeeze, the thought that you were finally in his arms still surreal to him. He had dreamt of this moment the moment he had gotten on that plane ride back home.

And so the pair of you smile contently to yourselves, longing surrounding you both that it almost encompasses the entirety of your lives, whispering in your heads where no one else can hear and praying for more days like this.

bonus:

“I hope you don’t mind that I’m definitely not wearing pants right now.”

Nishinoya whispers into your ear which earns him a well-deserved one on one with his butt and the floor.

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HEADCANON + VARIOUS || wearing their clothes

request: I don’t know why no one requested this classic yet but how would toge,yuta,and megumi react to female reader, wearing their clothes and acting like them?

note: lowkey boys brains will go brr brr  LMAO - but this one is so cute >< like i want to wear their clothes too~ i wanted this to be just like an ask but then i got sidetracked and it became a headcanon cx but i hope you enjoy it regardless~

pronouns: she/her

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speaking of coffee (thanks jade LOL):

akaashi knows you have an iced coffee addiction. he’s a coffee drinker himself, mostly hot, but you’re far more committed to the same drink than he is. and he’s okay with that, of course, because it only makes it easier for him to order for you when he wants to surprise you or when he picks you up for a date.

the only time it’s inconvenient? winter.

because while akaashi’s love for you doesn’t change with the seasons, the temperature surely does, and that only makes it more difficult for him to carry the icy drink to pick you up. the walk to your house isn’t a long one, and it’s one he usually enjoys, but the tremble in his freezing fingertips causes him to focus a little less on the scenery and a little more on getting to his destination with all ten fingers still attached.

yet, when he knows boldly on your door, breath puffing out in a wispy cloud in the air, he doesn’t feel quite as cold when the door swings open. his cheeks are tinted pink from the air and the affectionate hug you offer him as a greeting, and he feels like he’s warmed up a bit already.

“keiji!” you gasp, holding both of his hands in yours as you usher him inside, “you didn’t bring gloves? ah, and this drink is iced, you must have been freezing!”

you quickly take the drink from him, setting it on the table before blowing warm air onto his hands. it feels refreshing to have the heat flow over his palms and to his knuckles, and it only gets better when you look up at him through your lashes.

“is that better?” you ask tentatively. akaashi smiles, letting out a small chuckle and pressing a short kiss to your forehead. it’s cold, yet somehow not unpleasant.

“don’t worry about me,” he replies. “i’m all better now.”

there’s only one kind of heat he needs, akaashi decides. 

the comforting warmth called you.