D𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑;

➵ multi x gn!reader ➵ contents: his reaction when you do this prank on him

does a double take and whips his head around to stare at you as you pass. blushes when he sees you. isn’t sure what to do at first but quickly makes up his mind to run in the other direction of the escalator to try and catch up to you.

⤿ hinata, bokuto, koganegawa, aran, nishinoya, akiteru

glances at you with a startled expression but doesn’t say or do anything. can’t stop thinking about the cute little wink and smile you shot him though, and turns to look at you again when he steps off the elevator.

⤿ kita, iwaizumi, ushijima, osamu, daichi, aone, akaashi, sugawara

catches your hand and tries to hold on to it for as long as possible. absolutely no shame, will do it in front of all his friends regardless of what they think. leans so far over the handrail towards you that he almost tips over it, but he’ll risk it all to try and get your name and number.

⤿ atsumu, terushima, hanamaki, kuroo, tanaka

rolls with it and kisses your hand. smugly tells his bewildered (and slightly jealous) friends that the two of you are dating. makes that a reality by the end of the day.

⤿ oikawa, meian, matsukawa, tendou, romero

rips his hand away. gives you a onceover. offers you his hand again.

⤿ tsukishima, kyoutani, daishou, sakusa, kageyama, semi

HAHSHA WTF, THIS IS TOO FUNNY 😭

AWKWARD SEX MOMENTS WITH THE HAIKYUU BOYS

warnings: NSFW. mentions of vaginal sex, anal, menstruation, blowjobs, fingering, nipple play, car sex. plus swearing and a lot of secondhand embarrassment

author’s note: this is just a lil fun brain dump because i KNOW that for all the filthy smut we have on the boys, we need a lil laugh too <3

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if katsuki has told you once, he’s told you a thousand times—don’t wait up for me.

you never did understand what all the fuss was about. sure, the fatigue would catch up to you after a few consecutive days of doing so—but it was never anything a little more sleep in the morning couldn’t solve.

still, after seeing how adamant he was about the whole thing, you dropped the habit altogether—or at least, he thought you did.

it’s almost midnight when katsuki arrives home, easing the front door shut with the utmost care. he doesn’t bat an eye upon noticing the dull amber glow emanating from the kitchen—you always leave the little light above the stove on for him. he does however, feel his heart skip a beat when he rounds the corner and sees a figure clad in black sitting at his kitchen island.

he easily recognizes the figure as you—seemingly lost in your own little world as you rest your chin in your palm and stare down at your phone. you click on a news article that catches your eye—one from just two hours ago. dynamight’s big rescue! on the evening of tuesday september 6th, three villains entered a bank around ni—

“the hell are you doin’?” his voice lingers from the doorway, much softer than usual—because he knows you’re unaware of his presence.

it startles you nonetheless, but it could have been much worse—he probably just saved you from a major heart attack. a true hero, even off duty.

“just some light reading,” you turn your head and give him a sheepish smile, simultaneously giving him a once over for any injuries. fortunately, you find none—not that you can see at least.

“meant what’re you doin’ up,” he replies, crossing his strong arms over his chest as he takes a few steps further into the kitchen.

“waiting for you,” you hum, hopping out of your chair and padding over to him. he watches, from the moment those words leave your mouth to the moment you wrap your arms around his neck—and then he turns his head. “kats, i missed you.”

he knew it was coming, but that didn’t mean it was any easier to hear. lately, with this increase in crime, you’ve been seeing him less and less. he hates it, but he knows you—and how quick you’d drop everything for a little more time together. he’s witnessed it, all those late nights and early mornings, they took a toll on you—and you don’t deserve that. so, he put an end to it, made sure you knew how important your health was, and had you sleeping like a baby by ten o’clock most nights. but, here you are.

“go,” he nods towards the stairs and rests a hand on your lower back, ushering you ever so gently. “‘ll be there in fifteen.”

he’ll inhale his dinner, wash up at the speed of light, and slide into bed next to you—just like the old days, right?

“i haven’t eaten yet,” you mumble.

you feel his hand stiffen up, and he’s no longer steering you towards your bedroom. he peers down, scarlet eyes boring into you from right beneath his furrowed brow—because he knows that you know, he’d never let you go to bed on an empty stomach. touché.

“pain in my ass,” he mutters, dropping his hand and letting you shuffle towards the fridge where you’re harbouring two plates of leftovers. he trails his gaze down to your feet, and you swear you hear a little snort slip out of him.

as if drowning yourself in his hoodie and sweats wasn’t enough, you have his slippers on—and they’re a size, or seven too big for your feet. you don’t have enough fingers to count all the times he’s called you ronald, or said that he didn’t know the fuckin’ circus was back in town. he can make all the clown jokes he wants, you’ll never give up that warmth and comfort—him getting a kick out of the whole thing is a side effect you can handle.

“how was patrol?” you ask, sliding one of the plates into the microwave. you more or less know how it went, but you’ll keep that to yourself.

he mumbles a same old shit before giving you a vague rundown of the bank robbery—well, the attempted bank robbery. he’s cut off by the loud beeps that echo throughout the room. you reach for the button that opens the little door, but he beats you to it, nudging you away with his hip. he removes the plate—and it’s blatantly obvious that it’s his—the portion size being a dead giveaway. still, he holds it out for you to take. “eat.”

the look on your face must’ve said it all, because he’s quick to follow up. “‘ll finish what you don’t, baby. sit, eat.”

his gaze lingers on you for just a tad longer than usual before he turns around and heads for the second plate. there’s probably half the amount of food on this one, but he doesn’t seem to mind. so you sit, and eat. he’s not far behind, plopping down next to you just a couple minutes later.

“katsuki?” you side eye him, thinking about how cute he looks with his cheeks all full. it’s been a little while since you’ve sat down and had a meal with him—this is perfect, just what you wanted. still, you can’t help but look ahead as you yearn for a little more. “will you wake me up before you leave tomorrow morning?”

“mmm,” he holds his hand in front of his mouth, rapidly chewing the remainder of his bite so he can answer you. “whatever, but if you swing at me once ‘m leavin’ you there.”

as much as katsuki would love to have a testy six am encounter with the little overtired monster that is you—he won’t, because he’s going to let you sleep until your sweet heart’s content.

you won’t be happy, he knows that—hell, maybe you’ll even swing at him tomorrow evening while fully awake. nah, who’s he kidding? you’d never consciously do that. he almost smiles at the thought though, biting the inside of his cheek to prevent it.

right, you won’t be happy, but you’ll get over it. it’s his job to get up early, come home late, and deal with all the bullshit in between.

because, in all aspects of life—from sleep, right down to the level of warmth and comfort you feel on your feet—katsuki believes you deserve just a little more than him.

✩ note : the man of the year returns to izurou :o thank you for reading ++ thank you for allll the love on my first kats fic !! i’m hoping this one is enjoyable as well >: reblogs are appreciated!

reacting to their s/o falling asleep on someone else

w/ kenma, ushijima, and bokuto!

part 2!

series masterlist here!

(a/n: here is the second part of this prompt!!

quick reminder that these are written in the characters’ respective teams! this is a quick lil drabble i wrote and its not very long but i hope you enjoy hehe)

kenma

kenma was not looking forward to going on a run with you this morning, but you forced him to anyway

going on some weird shit about needing to stay in shape or something

but while the two of you were running, he tripped on a pebble and landed right on his face

and when he came up, there was a funny looking red mark on his face

as much as you tried to keep it in, you just couldn’t take it anymore and bust out, hysterically laughing

he just rolled his eyes at you and walked the rest of the way home

but then he ignored you at school the entire day

you thought, “he can’t be that mad???”

but even when the team hung out at his house that night, he wouldn’t talk to you

when you first arrived, you didn’t expect the movie to be so boring.

but now, it’s only half an hour through, and you can feel yourself nodding off slowly.

you’ve been trying to pay attention, you really have, but it’s been a long day and you’re trying with everything you have not to completely pass out. kenma’s sitting right next to you, though he still isn’t speaking to you.

your boyfriend has been so petulant and childish all day. so what, you laughed at him! anyone would do that. right?

even so, while you’re pretty sure he’s just being petty, you also want to cuddle, and he’s not budging.

but as the forty-minute mark hits, you finally succumb to sleep, and flop over into his lap. he sighs, rolls his eyes, and picks you back up, putting you upright. you hum and fall back into him, to which he shoves you back up, and you look up at him with puppy eyes.

“kenma, i wanna cuddle.”

he side-eyes you for a minute before shrugging.

“should’ve thought about that before you laughed at me this morning.” there’s satire in his tone, but you’re getting tired of his pettiness. you just want to sleep.

“please?” you whine, tugging at his sweatshirt. he scoffs.

“if you wanna cuddle with someone, why don’t you cuddle with lev instead?” he suggests, monotone, full well knowing you won’t. he knows you’ll keep begging him until he relents, but he thinks it’d be a little fun to watch you plead for a little more.

but what he doesn’t expect is for you to grunt petulantly and move over to your other side before plopping into lev’s lap and resting your head on his chest.

lev grunts softly in surprise, turning red. he looks over to kenma, who is fuming. he looks back at you, and then back at him, and shrugs.

to be completely honest, kenma had wanted to see how you’d react to him ignoring you for the entire day. but seeing the way lev’s long limbs drape over you, the way you look comfortable situated on his lap, he decides the end result was probably not worth it.

kenma glares at you, but you don’t sense his eyes on you. instead, you snuggle into the fabric of lev’s shirt, snoring softly.

then lev pats at your head gently and kenma thinks he’s had enough, so he scoots over, scoops you up, and puts you in his own lap instead. you moan softly.

“smell nice,” you mumble, inhaling his scent in the sweatshirt he’s wearing. he scoffs.

“you’re terrible, you know that?”

“you love me.”

he pauses, looking away, cheeks heating up.

“...yeah. whatever.”

ushijima

ushi invited the adlers over to hang out at your shared apartment tonight

but he was still being passive aggressive at you for what happened this morning

essentially, you’d both gone grocery shopping

but you wouldn’t let him get that one bag of chips he liked, because you already had like,, 6 of them at home

this is how the conversation went:

“toshi, we have those at home.”

“not very many. it wouldn’t hurt to get more.”

“babe, we don’t need it!”

“but if i’m paying for it, don’t you think i should be allowed to purchase them?”

“toshi, i’m not going to let you buy them. we have too many at home!”

you pulled him away from the aisle and he sulked the entire way home

he’s still mad at you tho😐

it’s been at least an hour, and you still don’t understand the game at all.

no matter how many times you’ll watch the boys take their turns, it still doesn’t make any sense.

you’d scrolled through your phone for a bit, but even that got boring, and now you’re just getting sleepy. even with how loud they are, you can feel yourself growing tired.

very slowly, their voices start to grow distant, and your eyes start to close.

no longer able to hold yourself up, you finally slump over into your boyfriend’s lap. but immediately after, he’s picking you up and moving you back over.

you whine sleepily. “toshi, wanna sleep.”

he pretends to be engrossed in the game.

“not now, y/n.”

you ignore him anyway and fall right back into his lap, to which he picks you right back up and sitting you back down. you glare at him.

“sleep somewhere else,” he mutters, not looking at you.

you sigh dejectedly, and look around. all the boys are contributing their own attention to the game, except for kageyama, who is checking something on his phone. you decide you’ll sit by him.

you scoot over to his side and slip into the space between his arm and his side, fitting into his presence nicely. you snuggle into him and resume your sleep, and he looks down at you, confused. then he looks up to see ushijima, who doesn’t look very happy at the sight.

the two of them exchange looks stoically, kageyama’s of confusion and wakatoshi’s of jealousy. kageyama shrugs and looks back down at his phone.

no longer paying attention to the game, toshi grunts petulantly. he observes the way your face is completely obscured by kageyama’s sweatshirt, nose buried in the fabric. he shifts uncomfortably. you should be with him instead.

but his pride butts into his thoughts, so he attempts to focus on the game instead. but then you’re moaning softly in your sleep against tobio, and with his pride forgotten, he crawls over to where you’re sitting and takes you out from under kageyama’s arm. he sits in his seat and lays you on his chest, grunting softly.

“toshi?” you blink, looking up at him. “i thought you were mad at me.”

he refuses to look at you, making a noise that’s more like a reluctant grunt than a response, cheeks heating up slightly.

“you have to buy me more chips.”

you laugh.

“okay, toshi.”

bokuto

um🧍🏻‍♀️

you thought it would be a lil bit funny to prank bokuto, wanting to see if he’d react the way you predicted

so you walked up to him and asked him a question

“hey bo, why can’t you spike like sakusa?”

his hair, just fluffed up excitedly at the prospect of you asking him a question about his volleyball skills, deflated sadly

his shoulders drooped dejectedly

“hey! what’s that supposed to mean?”

when you explained that it was a prank, he huffed childishly, crossing his arms and turning away

“kou, i was just kidding!”

“suuure.”

but when lunch rolled around, and the MSBY boys were over for some team bonding, he was still ignoring you😐

“wanna cuddle?” you offer to your boyfriend, who is sitting next to you on the couch. you’re all swaddled up in his clothes, and while the sight is adorable, he remembers that he’s supposed to be mad at you. he scoffs and turns away.

you sigh. he’s still in his mood?

so instead you just decide you’ll sit next to him for the time being. hinata and atsumu are sitting on the floor, playing some type of childish game to decide who gets the last bun, and you laugh, taking it in.

but all that food you’d eaten just half an hour ago was enough to make you sleepy, and you feel as though you could slip into a food coma at any second.

at some point, you just don’t have it in you to stay awake, and topple over into bokuto’s lap, already half asleep. he blinks at your figure before pushing you back up onto your side of the couch.

ignoring his gesture, you slip back into his lap, situating yourself comfortably, before he pulls you back up into sitting.

you rub at your eyes. “bo,” you mumble. “just this once?” you plead. he huffs.

“why don’t you go and snuggle with sakusa instead? since he’s ‘so great,’” he mumbles childishly, imitating your voice whinily. you scoff.

“fine,” you mutter, getting up and moving onto the other couch, where sakusa is sitting alone. you sit down next to him and then lay your head in his lap, closing your eyes peacefully. kiyoomi is barely phased, looking up at bokuto for a second before returning to his phone.

bokuto squirms jealously, wanting to stomp around and throw a tantrum. you just look so cute and warm and soft but you’re in SAKUSA’S lap?! how rude.

to think just this morning you had compared him, your own boyfriend, to sakusa, and now you’re cuddling him? koutaro glares at you, but you don’t see it.

so like he’s been doing this whole time, he turns his nose up away from you and pretends not to care. but out of the corner of his eye, he sees sakusa lay a hand on your cheek, moving your hair out of your face and away from your mouth, and gets up without thinking.

“hey, get someone of your own before stealing mine!” he complains, scooping you up out of sakusa’s lap and cradling you gently. sakusa just exhales, looking up at bokuto and shrugging.

koutaro sits you down on his lap, holding you tightly against his chest. he can feel your chest inhaling and exhaling rhythmically, and you stir.

“thought you didn’t wanna cuddle,” you tease, poking at his face. he hmphs and pokes you right back.

“you’re so mean to me.”

you giggle, resting your head right back on his chest.

“yeah. i know.”

you should do a part two of the hoodie jealousy thing w other members !!😋

reacting to their s/o wearing another guy’s jacket

w/ kita, atsumu, and akaashi!

part 2!

series masterlist here!

(a/n: PLS I LOVE THIS PROMPT SM ugh i just want them to be real :’) but anyways thank you sm for requesting this; you didn’t specify which characters so i did a few of my favs!

also sorry i didn’t post anything yesterday lmao i passed out in the shower HAHAJDK SORRY)

kita

you’ve always loved wearing your boyfriend’s hoodies

they’re soft and warm and they smell like him

neither of you know how many times you’ve stolen his hoodies and honestly you don’t care to count

but to kita, it was getting annoying, as he kept losing his jackets, and soon enough he wouldn’t have any for himself, which he expressed to you

you were saddened, as wearing his clothing was comforting to you, but if it made him uncomfortable you decided you would stop

but today you’ve forgotten a jacket at school, and while kita’s looks warm and cozy, you remember that it annoys him

but during class, your seat partner nudges at you and asks if you’d like to borrow his, as you look cold

you accept happily :)

kita sits down next to you and opens his lunch, holding it out to you as an offering, and you oblige happily, picking up some rice and meat and putting it in your mouth. you hum happily.

for your own lunch, you’ve packed some miso soup and some rice, which is perfect for a cold day. you take a little sip of your soup , snuggling into the sweatshirt and sighing contentedly.

kita looks over at you, not recognizing the hoodie you’re wearing. he tugs gently at the fabric.

“y/n, have you always had this?” he asks curiously.

“oh, no, i just forgot to wear one today, so my classmate gave me his! it’s much softer and bigger than mine at home, anyways,” you note absentmindedly.

something foreign and bitter stirs in kita’s gut at seeing you in the offensive item, and he shifts uncomfortably. he swallows.

“why didn’t you ask for mine if you forgot one?” he asks, voice quiet.

“oh, don’t worry about it, i knew you would say no! i remembered what you said earlier, and it would be inconsiderate to ask you again,” you reply, hoping kita would appreciate your thoughtfulness.

“right,” he mutters, and turns back to his lunch.

in his head, shinsuke knows you’re just being kind, and the thought that you remembered his words makes him happy. it’s a very logical thought, and he doesn’t blame you for thinking of him in this way. but still..

it’s such a strange feeling, the way his emotions are stirring up in him, but he wishes you wouldn’t go to another man when you needed something. that’s why he was there, after all. to be there for you. and now it just feels like he failed at that.

he turns to you. “would you like to wear my sweatshirt instead?”

“no, baby, it’s okay. i know i’ve been a little overboard with everything, so i don’t mind asking other people!” you reassure him.

that did not work as i had hoped, he thinks. he tries one more time, pulling his sweatshirt over his head and handing it to you bluntly.

“shin—”

“please wear mine. and keep asking for them, too. as your boyfriend, it is my duty to provide for you. please see this as an extension of my affection,” he explains.

you stare at him, baffled.

and then you just laugh.

“you’re so cute, shin,” you giggle, pulling the sweater over your head and pulling the sleeves past your fingertips. “i love you.”

he smiles softly, the sight rare.

“and i love you.”

atsumu

a few days ago, you and atsumu got into a little argument😀

“babe, it’s not my fault that other girls are so jealous of you. maybe if you didn’t keep parading around in my hoodies then—”

“so i cant even wear your HOODIES anymore?”

“look babe, i’m just saying that you can’t expect to not get hate when you wear them😐”

the two of you made up, of course, but you decided maybe he was right

so you stopped asking for them, resorting to wearing your own for now

he hasn’t noticed yet

but today you forgot to bring a jacket with you, and instead of asking for his like usual, you managed to borrow another guy’s, and that’s when he finally realized :D?!

“y/n. what the fuck was that?”

“huh?”

atsumu sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as you pull the hoodie over your head.

he had been waiting for you after class, only to see you talking to one of your male classmates, who proceeded to hand you his sweatshirt, which you are currently putting on.

“why are you wearing that?!” he whispers loudly, exasperated. your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“what do you mean why am i wearing this? i was cold,” you say, shrugging, and continue your path down the hallway.

“but—” he pouts childishly, running to catch up with you.

“but what? i think i like it better this way; less of your fangirls chase after me everyday,” you laugh absentmindedly.

“i didn’t mean it like that!” he whines, tugging at the sweatshirt.

“i know, baby. but i figured you were right, and this one fits me just as well, don’t you think?” you say, twirling. he deflates.

the two of you sit down, taking out your lunches. the entire time you eat, he’s sneaking glances at you. you’ve been practically cuddling the fabric all of lunch, and it’s making him restless. then you nose against the collar of the hoodie, inhaling the scent there, and he loses it.

“just wear mine already, damn it!” he sneers, pushing his sweatshirt into your arms, painfully obvious in his jealousy. you freeze.

“i know you don’t like that people pester you about it, but i like when you wear my clothes. i just want people to know that you’re mine, okay?”

his face has gone completely red, and he’s never looked so adorable before. you take in the sight before he’s bowing his head and muttering something that sounds like a never mind.

you giggle, and pull the sweater over your frame. he looks up at you, still a little flustered at his own outburst. at the sight of you wrapped in his clothing he relaxes.

“thanks,” he mumbles, embarrassed.

you snuggle up to him affectionately, putting your head under his chin and sighing.

“you know, if you were jealous, you could’ve just said so,” you tease.

“SHUT UP!”

“love you.”

“...i love you too.”

akaashi

your boyfriend always let you borrow his hoodies if he had one on him

even if it was the only one he had, he would give it to you

even if he knew he’d be cold for the rest of the day, he made you wear it

but today was different

you forgot your jacket at home, assuming akaashi had brought one for you to borrow anyway

however, when you got to school, you noticed he wasn’t wearing a jacket

and when you had asked him, he’d said, “sorry baby, i had to lend it to a friend. she said she’ll have it back to me by next period, though.”

your heart sunk at the thought of him giving his jacket to another girl, and you turned away to hide your disappointment

you figured you’d just borrow someone else’s for today

akaashi is waiting for you outside your class, there to pick you up for lunch.

you see him, your eyes lighting up, and you walk over to greet him. you’re about to give him a hug before he motions for you to stop, noticing the new hoodie you’re wearing.

“hey, where’s you get that?” he asks, head tilted in a question.

“oh, my friend gave it to me! he said it’d be a little big on me, but i think i like it this way,” you reply.

“oh. uh,” keiji mutters. “i got mine back, if you wanted to wear mine instead..”

“i’m okay, babe. thanks for asking though!”

you start walking, leaving him dumbfounded. you’ve never refused to wear his clothing before?

when he catches up to you and you guys sit down in the library to eat, he looks at you.

“hey, you always wear my hoodies. is something different today?” he asks, nervous. what he really wants to ask is, did i do something wrong today? he doesn’t, though.

your mood seems to grow a little agitated at that, though it’s obvious you’re trying to hide it. he gets even more nervous at that.

“well, no offense, but i didn’t really feel like wearing something that smells like another girl, thanks,” you mutter, jealous.

“what do you mean?” he asks, genuinely confused.

you scoff, frustrated.

“well, you wouldn’t give me your sweatshirt because you’d already given it to another girl to wear, so excuse me for not wanting it back.”

oh, he thinks.

“baby, i didn’t give it to her to wear,” he replies.

“what?”

“she needed design inspiration for her sewing class, and she happened to like the one i was wearing, so i gave it to her for a period,” he explains. you stare at him, and then bury your face in your hands.

“y/n? you okay?”

you sigh.

“i’m sorry for jumping to conclusions,” you mumble. he just laughs.

“‘s okay. it’d make me feel better if you wore it now, though.”

you look up at him to see him smiling softly at you, and you nod happily.

after you’ve pulled it on and crawled into his lap, you nose at him affectionately.

“you were so jealous,” he teases. you gasp.

“WHAT? so were you?!”

“yeah,” he whispers, not arguing, and your face goes red. you hide in his shirt. “i love that you’re mine.”

you sigh contentedly.

“me too.”

the tiktok prank

𓍢 summary. doing the “slamming the car door” prank on them (modern au)

𓍢 cw. grammatical mistakes may occur, usage of call signs, slight chocking

𓍢 includes. thoma, itto, albedo

THOMA.

now why would you do this to him? well recently you have been watching too many tiktok couple prank videos lately, so what’s the harm in trying it also on him right?

thoma might overthink if you do this, he feels that he may have accidentally did something that caused you to be upset with him, if you DID ended up telling him it’s a prank, i guess be prepared for the worst? like he may sulk about it for a few moments and if the episode ends he may try to get revenge on you

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𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

aummary: period cramp challenge, let’s go!

characters: Mikey, Draken, Kawata Nahoya “Smiley” and Kawata Souya “Angry”.

genre: fluffy, comedy, and cramp comfort

note: I just imagine the pain in their faces 😂 this is such a top challenge.

| Manjiro Sano “Mikey”

“Are you sure you want this?” You ask him one last time, adjusting the device’s belt around his waist so that it stays pressed right to his belly.

Last words: “I’ll be okay, _______-chy.” He sends you one of his sunny smiles. It’s really impressive how much he can endure in a fight after so many blows, but this pain is a whole new level. But it would be pointless to keep warning him when Mikey settles on something, nothing can change his mind.

You lay down with him, the same device wrapped around your tummy, and you give him a good luck gaze before setting up and starting.

Level of Vibrations = Increasing

30 seconds: Mikey only presses his lips together, but you can notice he’s holding himself.

2 minutes: his nails start scratching the mattress as he holds onto it, but he keeps still, looking at the ceiling and trying to breathe evenly.

5 minutes: his face is reddening and he lets out a small whimper before he searches for your hand. He gives you a firm squeeze, not only to endure the pain but someway comfort you since you’re also going through this.

10 minutes: his eyes start watering, but he keeps still, biting his bottom lip so hard that it bruises.

You turn off the device, and his arms are around you immediately, holding your body tight and wetting his shoulder with his tears.

“I don’t want you to go through this again, ______-chy.” He presses his face onto your neck, still hugging you like a koala. “M'gonna hunt all those cramps so they don’t bother you again.”

| Ken Ryuguji, “Draken”

Last words: “Do I really need to do this?” He asks as you prepared everything. “I think I have an idea of how much this hurts.” He lived his whole life besides women, and he can still remember how chaotic things got when they were in their period.

You assured him you would stop after five minutes. He sighs but gives you a nod. Maybe this would help him understand better your pain and increase the way he takes care of you, so it won’t be a waste. And besides, the ache is probably similar to some he felt in his past.

Level of Vibrations = Intense

How wrong he was.

30 seconds: “Dude, what the heck?” He squirms a bit, bothered by the strong way the pain comes, it feels like he’s been punched in the stomach by Pah-chin.

2 minutes: “How it’s not five minutes already?!” He groans, his long legs kicking and throwing the layers of blankets on the bed. “Freaking evil thing!”

5 minutes: “Enoooough!” He roars, ripping the belt apart by force and throwing the device away from his body.

He takes deep breaths like he actually almost passed out, cradling his own body and looking at you with widen eyes. “Baby, how the heck you bear this every month? It’s insane!”

| Kawata Nahoya “Smiley”

Last words: “LET’S GO!” Always cheering, your boyfriend grins as you prepared the session. It really amazes you the way he brightly deals with painful situations like this. He was the one who bought that device in the first place, curious to see how cramps worked in practice.

Really a nutty. But you appreciate his willingness the same way.

Level of Vibrations: increasing.

30 seconds: “It tickles!” He says, actually giggling while the cramps build up against his skin.

2 minutes: “They are really mean, aren’t they?” Even when he’s complaining, there’s still a grin on his face, his toes curling from the ache.

5 minutes: He’s rolling side to side on the bed. “This is so painful!” He giggles like he was leaving on a new adventure.

10 minutes: Tears are running freely on his face, and you’re taking the remote to stop. “No!” He protests, chuckling through the pain. “I can handle it…. Ten more minutes.”

20 minutes: His eyes are fixed on the ceiling, his body motionless. “I can’t feel anything.”

Your boyfriend got dizzy for a whole hour before falling asleep.

| Kawata Souya “Angry”

Last words: “C'mon, I want to do it!” He insists, handing you the device. Since his brother told him about this experience, Souya has been wanting to do it as well, and you can’t sort out the reason behind it. Maybe Nahoya is nagging him, or he’s trying to be the strong man for you, but regardless, you do not want to make him suffer, or cry.

Because we know what happens when this man cries.

But you have no choice other than to help him get settled, knowing he would get very grumpy if you didn’t support him on this.

You can only hope for the best.

Level of Vibrations: intense (his request)

30 seconds: He squirms a bit but tries to hang on, his expression concentrated. The ache from it is making him go to the moon, so hurtful, that tears start forming on his eyes.

2 minutes: The pain is unbearable, it’s too intense and non-stop, and even though he has been through a lot of fights, this is really a different kind of struggle. He can’t stand anymore, so he cries out, tears in his eyes as tears the device from him and throws it right on the wall with all his rage.

He’s fuming, so mad, not for his own pain, but from the fact that you have to endure this for so many years. But nothing that a good couple of cuddles and kisses can’t do to calm him down.

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I think Mitsuya is my TOTGA 😭

ᴛʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ. Part 1

Characters: Mitsuya, Chifuyu, and Shinichiro.

Ｍｉｔｓｕｙａ

ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

He was my crush, that is a literal green flag. He was funny, kind, respectful, thoughtful, and treated me like a friend. He always reassures me about his feelings but is shy about making moves in public.

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He makes my heart race. He is friends with my friends, and they like him very much. He knows his stuff and doesn't cross my boundaries. He's close to my family, and they adore him.

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Fortunately, I didn't enter into a relationship with him because, at that time, we were still young and I didn't think I was ready to like someone again in that way. I was in a complicated relationship with a boy when he confessed, and I didn't want to play Mitsuya, so I turned him down. However, that fucker cheated on me with a girl that's closer to him.

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My Mitsuya crush is still friends with me up to this day, but not that close anymore.

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Anyway, Mitsuya was my crush, and he made me happy and secure.

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If I could re-start again, and choose between him and my ex, I would choose him in a heartbeat.

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He's a literal green flag, but maybe I'm not the right person for him.

Ｃｈｉｆｕｙｕ

ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ

He was my crush that I treated like a friend. He's bubbly, outgoing, talkative, a joker, and overall a nice guy. We banter a lot with each other. Our relationship was kind of cringy and typical, but it was fun.

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He was smart, popular, and had a lot of friends. I think we weren't actually viewing each other in a romantic way, since we were too young at that time. I think we were just lonely and dependent on each other. He was really fun to be with and we treated each other like friends.

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Chifuyu was my platonic soulmate, and my best friend.

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ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ

He was a lot older than me. I was SIMPING for him when I was just 5. This man was manly, handsome, and smart!!!! I always look forward to seeing him every week after my aunt's work is over, even though we don't talk to each other. He just stays in his room and does his stuff.

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He viewed me as a younger sister or cousin. I see him every year when I go over to my aunt's place. His cousin had a crush on me, but I didn't really like him. Like, give me your older cousin instead.

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I don't really have a lot of memories with him, but he's my childhood crush who is a lot older than me.

sake !