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˚✶ * first date w/ atsumu

m.list / wc: 770

    he shoves his hand into his back pocket, fishing for his keys. they clang together as he pulls them out. reaching up to the door's handle, it struggles to properly get into the keyhole. "sorry, this thing is always fidgety," atsumu looks back at you, a goofy smile gracing his lips, hair flopping to the side.

  "mine's probably worst," shrugging your shoulders, you lean against the narrow hallway's wall, attempting a reassuring smile.

  the apartment building looks unassuming from the outside. old bricks are covered in moss and vining plants, the landscaping needing some attention for the spring season. however, the inside was beautiful. old trinkets fill the main floor, welcoming and nostalgic. as you walk down his floor's hallways, you can see the care given to the interior.

  the wood floor is miraculously clean, the walls a simple beige, yet still spotless. "your apartment building is lovely," you comment, watching as he finally turns the key, unlocking the door.

  "thank you, if it wasn't i would've felt even worse for dragging you in here," he says as he pushes open the door, pushing a pair of shoes aside that he accidentally left in the way.

  biting your lip, you begin to expect the worst. a pair of socks draped across the countertops, food left on the coffee table with a can of some kind of soda. and yet he surprises you again, leading you into a clean and fresh living room. decor is placed seamlessly, serious thought put into every piece of furniture he has. 

  looking back at you, he reaches his hand up to scratch the back his neck, clearly feeling nervous. "bathroom is right there, i think my wallet's in my bedroom, so it might be a second.. just uh make yourself at home," atsumu purses his lips, turning on his heels to walk down the short corridor to his room.

  watching as he leaves, you hope that the tension will dissipate. he seems nice, respectful in his actions. and you know your friend wouldn't steer you wrong, but she also never told you much about him. other than his history with different sports, you opted to not look him up, give him a chance at a great first impression. 

  finally taking a moment to breath, you turn to look around his living room. his tv is propped up on an old fireplace, clearly not being used for the season. bookshelves sit off to the side, filled with many featuring volleyball themes. trinkets are filling any empty spaces within, a highlighted one being what looks like an old pair of running shoes. 

  biting the inside of your cheek, you start to wonder if this could err on the side of snooping. nearly about to stop as you hear him close what sounds like the last drawer, you see a short wall filled with surfing posters. all framed, some featuring newspaper clipping. his name in bold letters draws your attention, "atsumu miya heading to the olympics". 

  it didn't take long for you to realize that by 'past experience with sports' was an understatement. leaning towards them, you read some of the body of the content. they preach his innovative surfing style, filled with techniques you had never heard of. "i'm sure you're curious about that," he walks into the room, wallet shoved in his front pocket.

  "oh- sorry, i didn't mean to snoop. i just saw this and kiyoko never mentioned you surfed," you look back at him, hands clasped behind your back, thumbs fidgeting.

  atsumu shrugs, looking up to the posters. "yeah, I really got into it between volleyball seasons, helped keep me prepped. haven't been back to the beach for a little bit now," you try not to pry too much, but you couldn't help but grow even more curious.

  "really? do you plan on going back someday?" you question, finally noticing how kind his eyes are.

  the skin crinkles beside his eyes as he smiles, clearly holding some passion for surfing still. his lips turn upwards, a brightness radiating off of him. "yeah, i'd like to. even if not professionally i'd love to go surfing again."

  "well maybe you can teach me then," you don’t quite realize what you’ve said, walking beside him as he starts walking towards the door.

  pausing for a second, you close your eyes, cursing yourself for even suggesting that. “sorry, i didn’t mean to insinuate anything,” you look over to him, catching up with his pace. 

  walking back with him towards his apartment's front door, he chuckles at your added comment. "no, it's alright, i like the idea of it."

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˚✶ * morning massage w/ osamu

m.list / wc: 702

    dark clouds move slowly above your house, circling and swirling in every which way. rain trickles down every few minutes, lightening up only to storm back down in ever changing waves. the kitchen light seems to be the only one on, a soft warm essence that leaks into the connected dining room. windows let in whatever light seeps through the clouds, illuminating the puzzle in front of you.

  a simply decorated mug sits on the table, your hand clasped around the handle. heat bubbles up from the mug, a sweetened coffee slowly cooling as you place another piece. you tend to work on the sides first, outlining it before filling it in. pressing another piece in, you bring the mug up to your lips, the cool lip of the ceramic is quickly replaced by the warm liquid. 

  osamu tends to wake up early, a habit formed from early mornings in the kitchen (and a season at a bakery). however, this particular morning, his body decided to give him a rest. something you wish you could give him every day he comes home from a long shift. although, it doesn't stop you from appreciating hearing his soft footsteps entering the hallway. 

  setting down another puzzle piece, you look out the window, the barely visible reflection of osamu in the kitchen reflecting off of it. looking back down, you pretend to not hear him, taking another sip of your coffee, trying to hide the smile creeping onto your face. sitting it back down, your eyes are covered with moisturized hands, still rough from calluses. 

  "guess who.." his voice is deeper than usual, the usual morning raspiness still there.

  "well, i'm hoping it's my husband. if not, this coffee is scolding hot."

  he chuckles lightly, echoing through your ear like a song. slowly moving his hands from your eyes, they turn over, the backs of his hands brushing against your neck. his touch is soft, barely noticeable besides the goosebumps it sends running down your spine. one stays by your neck, returning his palm to your skin, thumb pressing against a resilient knot forming beneath. "it's a good thing it is than."

  leaning over your shoulder, osamu's head comes into view. his expression is soft, a five o'clock shadow forming from a lazy weekend. "good morning lovely," leaning towards you, his lips brush your nose, the sweet scent of toothpaste and day old cologne filling your nostrils. 

  slowly his lips trace down yours, peppering your frown lines until he eventually tastes the coffee you were drinking. it's not as dark as he tends to enjoy, but he would hate to someday kiss your lips and taste that same bitterness. the prickly hairs on his face leaving a tingling sensation on your upper lip. "good morning handsome," you whisper into his lips, the mint flavor growing ever stronger.

  "your neck feels really stiff, you want your personal masseuse to step up?" osamu smiles, leaning back from your kiss, still keeping eye contact with you.

  pursing your lips, you nod softly, eyebrows lowering. "if he's available today..."

  osamu's quick to stand up straight, cracking his knuckles (in quite an over exaggerated manner). his hands slowly lowers against your shoulders, fingers moving methodically until they're in their respective places. sitting back in your seat, you try to loosen the tension in your upper body. as soon as your shoulders drop, osamu's thumbs begin to press into your back, a soft hum escaping your lips. 

  they swirl around the spots with an amount of pressure that felt uncomfortably perfect. his fingers press the front of your shoulders, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion. "so happy i took that baking course," osamu whispers, hands readjusting so his hands are against your low neck.

  "you're equating massaging my shoulders to kneading dough?" you question, leaning your head back so you can look up and see his face, eyebrows raised. 

  looking back down at you, his eyes roll absentmindedly, annoyed with your inability to sit down and relax. "well you are just as stubborn. although, i do love you significantly more," osamu's hands leave your neck, instead cupping your neck as he leans down for another kiss.

  "i would hope so."

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˚✶ * wake up call w/ kuroo or you fall asleep at the office overnight

m.list / wc: 670

    every morning kuroo is the first one in the office. it’s not that he’s motivated to get there early, it’s just what he’s found works for him. he’ll turn on every light, hoping and praying someday they’ll buy motion activated lights. he starts the coffee pot, typically with a lighter roast because he knows the majority of the office prefers it that way. and it gives him plenty of time to let him off early in the evenings. 

  what he didn’t expect this particular morning is entering the office to the lights still on. puzzled, he carries through the many cubicles to reach his own, noticing the coffee pot filled with day old coffee. furrowing his eyebrows, he looks around the office, expecting someone else to have come in early.

  the cubicles are all empty, only small tokens of memorabilia linger within. photos or trinkets give each one a specific personality that kuroo can project onto. as he nearly passes the last cubicle without a thought, he steps back, looking down at your sleeping figure. your back rises and falls slowly with each breath. his heart skips a beat as he sees your lips slightly parted, head resting against your arms.

  your arms garner goosebumps, skin free due to the summer’s daytime temperatures. clenching his jaw, he pulls off his suit jacket, resting it on your shoulders and back. unsure what to do next, he looks up at the clock. thirty minutes until the rest of the office gets in. pursing his lips, kuroo begins to devise a plan to successfully save either of you from any embarrassment. 

  he starts with the coffee pot, making sure to quickly clean it and set it to start back up for the morning. kuroo then scours the fridge for any leftovers that you could eat to wake yourself up with. a lone yogurt rests within the condiments and occasional opened pickle jars. letting out a sigh, he grabs the yogurt and a spoon. 

  kuroo stands outside of your cubicle, unsure of what’s the best way to wake you up. he’s heard the saying that you should never wake a sleep walking person, however, he’s never quite known what to do with a regular sleeping person. at first he pokes your shoulder, only earning a pitiful groan. then he shakes your shoulder, hand resting like a proud father after a winning home run. 

  none of it seems to work, so he reverts back to what he knows best. he kneels down beside you, mustering only a quiet voice at first, afraid someone may walk in, “l/n.. y/n.. you slept at the office and people are coming in soon…”

  you begin to stir at the sound of his voice, eyes flickering open. “y/n, you fell asleep at the office-”

  “shit! no one else is here right? god i’m so stupid,” your eyes widen, fully taking in the words that kuroo was spewing at you, arms stretching outwards.

  his jacket nearly falls off of your shoulders, however, your hands move quickly to pull it back upwards. kuroo shakes his head as he sets down the yogurt, standing up as he does so. “yeah it’s just us. i just know there are nights that end a little later.. but i have coffee and yogurt so you can wake up some. maybe freshen up or something- sorry just trying to help.”

  your nose crinkles as you think about him seeing you sprawled out and possibly drooling. “thank you kuroo, wow this is embarrassing. i wish you could’ve never seen me like this,” you reach for the jacket again, finally seeing him without his, quickly realizing what’s resting on your shoulders.

  kuroo shrugs, knowing he can’t tell you that you looked gorgeous like that. knowing that you’d always look great to him and he’d never be able to do anything about it. “it’s fine, besides, i won’t tell a soul. my lips are metaphorically sealed. now, would you like a cup of coffee before they get here?”

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hi wyr how are you what's going on did you know that ur name autocorrects on my phone from 'wut' sometimes.

hi hi!! good, at work. hbu? i actually love that so much, truly my attitude half the time so it works

i’m just gonna assume you’re in my walls because you somehow turned my fyp into bird charcuterie board heaven and that’s how i’m gonna imagine birdwatcher kuroo work from now on: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdragRHy/

omg i love that so much!! kuroo would absolutely send you this video from his bird feeder camera, giving some random facts about the breed and their migration patterns

HIHIHI WYR!!!! AS PROMISED!!!! FINISHED EXAMS AND IM SLEEPING IN UR INBOX!!! HRU how have y been and how’s work been omg

I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO REPLY 😭😭 I’M SO SORRY 🫶🫶 but so happy for you and your completed exams!! crossing my fingers you did well <3 i’m good!! got some of my plants outside today now that it’s warm enough and i’m so happy ‼️ and work is going well!!

saw this guy at work the other day, made me think of you guys <3

orange orange orange! 🍊 also wanted to share that one of my fave perfumes is called satsuma, which is kinda related to mandarin oranges!!

orange!! 🗣️ i love that so much so thank you for sharing stellar. it’s so funny i work with perfumes sometimes and immediately checked fragrantica for it lol (we use it occasionally to check top/base notes)

this is us btw if you care

i care so much i’m eating them