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[Oikawa x Reader x Iwaizumi] The cold wind was nipping against your skin and you shivered, sniffing as you rubbed your hands together. “Idiot. Why did you choose to eat outside if you’re afraid of the cold?” “Firstly, it’s quieter outside without Oikawa-senpai’s crazy fangirls around, and secondly, I wanted to spend some time with you!” Taking a bite out of the bread you bought from the cafeteria earlier, you were about to say something else when a sneeze put a halt to your words. “Pfft!” Iwaizumi snickered and tried to cover it up, but when you sneezed again, the volleyball ace burst

Warnings: Sexual implications, profanity The Morning After If waking up next to a sleeping Tadashi didn’t make your day, you wouldn’t know what would. After all, it was the little pleasures that truly counted, didn’t it? For a while, you just watched him. ((Creepy Overly-Attached-Girlfriend vibes notwithstanding.)) You figured that this was your chance, considering how he always seemed as though he was only a few beats away from having a heart-attack whenever you watched him while he was conscious. It had been a miracle, you thought, how he was able to get through last night and all its, erm, ‘passion’ without

{believe me, i love you} Yamaguchi heard the familiar tone of the Super Mario theme song. He silently cursed as he rushed to find his phone, knowing his teammates would wake up. Tsukishima groaned and covered his ears with his pillow. "Yamaguchi," he grumbled. "Turn off your ringtone." "Sorry, Tsukki!" he whispered. He squinted at his phone, toning the brightness down before reading the message. FROM: (last name) (first name) tadashi, you awake? His phone vibrated in his hand, and he saw another message appear. FROM: (last name) (first name) sorry that was a stupid question to ask lol but hopefully you're awake right now. please meet m

Kuroo clicked his tongue, eyes following the volleyball as it ricocheted off the polished floor before flying out the gym door. He glanced over at his teammates, watching as the rest of them also watched the ball escape from them, their eyes locking in on its position, but their feet staying glued to the floor. A complete thirty seconds passed without anyone volunteering to run after the ball. Sighing to himself, he took the first step towards the exit, telling his team that he would retrieve the runaway sport equipment while they continued practicing. Making his way out the door, his eyes scanned the surrounding area in search for the volley