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Reckless[Oikawa Tōru x Reader,minor(?) Sugawara Koushi x Reader]

female reader,she/her pronouns

Reader is the second year karasuno volleyball manager who's also happily dating Suga,though everything changes when she meets a pretty brunette boy with a charming smile.

WARNINGS:cheating,reader is lowkey a dick,cursing

Word count:1.8k<3

She met Sugawara-senpai under a cherry blossom tree one day in early April,she was immediately captivated by the adorable boy.She was aware of his participation in the school's volleyball team,and she herself was interested in the sport itself.That sport was kind of the reason they started a conversation in the first place,

Nishinoya-kun from her class was ill and she had been assigned to deliver him his homework but she didn't know where he lived.Fortunately she caught a glimpse of the silver-haired upperclassman a little before he entered the gym.

"Excuse me Sugawara-senpai."she bowed."I'm (l/n) and Nishinoya-kun is in my class,he must be ill so I've been assigned to give him his homework for today but I don't know where he lives."she looked in his kind eyes and smiled awkwardly.

"Ah yes Noya is coming down with fever,I was going to practice and then drop by his house to check on him so you can give me his homework and I'll pass it to him."he smiled back kindly and the girl let out a breath.

"That would be so kind of you,thank you."she passed the file with the papers in it to him and flushed a bit when she briefly touched his hand,unaware of course of the light pink tone his ears had turned to too.

She said goodbye and left the school.

Though the fever Nishinoya came down with was more serious than it seemed,resulting to (f/n) having to deliver his homework for the rest of the week,that itself never happened since her upperclassman insisted that she shouldn't have any contact with an ill person,taking the homework from her each time to deliver it himself after practice.

And that's how their friendship blossomed,from saying hi to the hallways,into small talk and eventually exchanging numbers.The girl became more interested in volleyball and Suga-senpai as she now called him,was ecstatic about it,wanting to teach her the basics he awkwardly asked her to join in the practice where most of his classmates teased him about her when she showed up,making her blush.Oddly enough she liked it a lot there,the atmosphere,the people,and Kiyoko-san suggested that she should become a manager since Kiyoko was a third year and would be leaving after this year.Everyone was keen with the idea and welcomed her with open arms.

Her romantic relationship with Suga-senpai started on the 28th of April when they were both the last ones remaining in the gym on cleaning duty.She was placing the last bar of the metal rods of the net with his help,without even realising that he moved Infront of her the moment the bar was in its' place.Her face locked between his soft hands,plump lips pressed onto hers.

It was now their first practice match with the infamous Aoba Johsai Highschool,now dating with Koushi for almost three weeks (f/n) was a little disappointed because her boyfriend wouldn't be playing.

She really hated seing her team fail miserably against the opponent,she also felt bad for Hinata's anxiety.It all skyrocketed when Hinata hit Kageyama's head when he tried serving.She tightly gripped her boyfriend's hand,his thumb caressing the top of her hand affectionately.

It seemed so after that failure Hinata collected himself and it was a shock for all when he hit that quick they'd been working on with the genius setter.

Surprisingly karasuno won the second set and the team gathered around for a quick talk before they moved onto the next and final set.

She though,had gone to fill her water bottle,while she was returning to the gym she bumbed into a hard surface just before she opened the door to the place.Looking up she was met with a chocolate gaze eating her whole figure up.

"Oh sorry,I didn't see you there."a smug voice said,the eyes still skimming over her.It was only fair if she did the same.

She liked his unruly curly hair,his big hazel eyes,his symmetrical face,his height,the seemingly toned body of his.

He wore a school uniform,but it was different,it looked like it was for volleyball practice.

"Aren't you a little bit late for the match?"she asked and he chuckled.

"Well I was just now in the nurse's office,she had to make sure I was in a good shape to play so I don't injure myself again."he replied and opened the door for her.

"Oh,okay I guess."she slipped in and quickly made her way to the bench.

"Hey you came just in time."her boyfriend smiled at her.The set started and karasuno was in match point pretty quickly.

The boy from the hallway suddenly appeared in the court as a pitch server,a smug smile on his lips once again.He scored two points for his team in no-time but karasuno won in the end.

Still it was surprising how precise the boy's serves were.

The boy appeared to be the captain,she saw Daichi-senpai talk with him and laugh along,when he returned,the captain of the "flightless-crows" told everyone that they had been invited to a house party as a team which was getting started in about two hours.

Most of the team cheered and everyone went back to the vehicle.She returned home,telling her parents that she'd be staying at a friend's for tonight.Being a Friday they allowed it.

The girl showered and blow-dried her hair,applying a little bit of make up.She wore a white tennis skirt and a black karasuno volleyball club jersey with a white collared undershirt underneath.Quickly pulling up her white sneakers,she spritzed a little bit of perfume and fled out of the door.

She met with everyone outside of the school's gym,her boyfriend complimenting her outfit and making her blush.

They all took the bus to the address Daichi-senpai had been sent over a text and after a ten minute walk from the stop,they found the house,already blasting with music and flashing lights.

Tsukishima was about to press the bell but the tall boy,captain of Aoba Johsai's volleyball club opened the door with a smile greeting them all in.The room was spacious,and held a lot of people,some dancing to the electro pop music,some conversing,and others well...you know.

She felt a tug on her right hand,turning to that direction she saw her boyfriend.

"Hey how about I go get us some drinks,I don't trust anyone else."he said and she nodded.

"Yeah but don't be gone for long,I don't see anyone I know."he nodded back and squeezed her hand in response.

She stood alone for a moment,until a presence loomed behind her,a hand turning her around.With a gasp she wad ready to smack whoever did it,but she quickly drew back when she realised it was the boy she bumbed into earlier in the day.

"Hey,where is your team?"he asked her

"I don't know."

"So you're alone?"

"No I'm actually waiting f-"

"Great,come with me I want to dance and Iwa-chan won't join me." who the heck was Iwa-chan?

"I don't even know your name."

"Oikawa,Tōru Oikawa,yours?"

"(l/n),(f/n) (l/n)."

"Cool let's go dance (f/n)-chan!"he said and grabbed her wrist dragging her into the place where sweaty bodies danced to the beat.She internally wheezed at his informality and closeness.

The hand around her wrist guided hers onto the boy's nape.She blushed,not being familiar with anything like this.She kind of felt bad for her boyfriend,but she immediately pushed the thoughts aside,she didn't have to feel anything remotely bad since she wasn't doing anything sinister with the brown-haired male.

"So you're from karasuno huh?"he asked while he put his hands on her waist and started rocking to the music.

"Yeah,I'm a manager for the volleyball club actually."

"Third year?"

"No, second,you?"

"Third."

"Oh,you're pretty good at volleyball by the way,are you going to continue professionally?"

"Thanks,yeah I think so.What do you want to do?"

"I'm interested in psychology and theology so something with these I guess."

"Interesting."

That was all they said as they looked into each other's eyes and danced.It was like that for a while,until a cough interrupted them.They both turned their heads,it was Suga,two cups in his hands.His face didn't show any emotion,the girl unlaced her hands from Tōru's neck and smiled at her boyfriend.

"Hey,took you long enough."she took the cup from his hand and now his free arm sneaked its' way to her waist pulling he close.

"Yeah sorry about that love,a lot of people were waiting to get a drink.Hey Oikawa-san,nice party by the way."their attention shifted to Tōru,his look was the one of surprise but he quickly masked it with smugness.

"Sugawara-chan,nice to see you having fun,thanks."with that he left the couple alone.

The night continued,(f/n) had fun with her boyfriend and classmates,at one point she felt a bit overwhelmed so she opted to go outside for a bit.Upon an arrival at the deck outside,Tōru turned around only to find her,looking back at him.

"We always bump into each other don't we?"he teased and she hummed,joining him to the couch there.

"It really is a nice party."she said and his face turned a little bitter."I'm having fun,are you though?You seem a bit,down."she continued.

"Ah yes,oh it's just that we lost thanks to my absence today but I am having fun don't worry."they stayed silent for a while until he spoke up.

"So are you dating Sugawara-chan?"he said out of the blue and her eyes widened.

"Uh yeah."

"Must be nice."

"I guess,I haven't had much relationship experience to be honest but he's nice."

"Is that what you call your boyfriend,nice?"she frowned.

"What should I call him?He's a good boyfriend."she said plainly.

"Do you like him?" he dared to move closer to her but she didn't notice,and if she did,she didn't comment on it.

"Obviously,I mean I have to in order to be with him don't I?"

"That doesn't sound very convincing,no offense to the guy but he doesn't seem at all spontaneous."

"Koushi isn't spontaneous,he's...good."

"But isn't good boring?"he pressed

"Not particularly,and why do you care?"she pressed back.

"Because from the moment I saw you I haven't been able to get my eyes off you,and I know you do too,I saw the way you shamelessly checked me out when we first met today."he was now facing her front,she could smell the faint scent of cologne and it was intoxicating.

"I,that's not true."she looked everywhere but him.

"Isn't it? The way we danced radiated tension darling,you can't deny that at least."his hand dared to grip her throat harshly,but not hurtfully.Her breath hitched,and she felt her face turning red.His mouth blew breaths onto her face,the scent of mint and a hint of alcohol evident.

It was too intoxicating,the party,the buzz,the alcohol she consumed,him.Without thinking she pressed her lips onto his,and he immediately returned her energy.It wasn't sweet,it was sensual,patches of flesh hungrily devouring each other.

The hand on her throat tightened,and an other went on her thigh,gripping hard,her right arm linked onto his hair.His tongue slipped In her mouth,asserting dominance at an instant.

They made out for a while but it finally downed upon her that she was in a relationship.She unhooked her hand from his hair and pushed him away.He looked taken aback.

"I shouldn't have done that sorry.You're right,I have to break up with him after this,he doesn't deserve it."he was studying her.She stood up,walked to the door and before she entered the noisy party again,she turned to him once more.

"I'll ask Daichi-senpai for your number when I do break up with Koushi,until then,farewell pretty boy."she closed the door.

He smiled stupidly.He truly was a menace to society.

Men whose personalities flip when they have a crush on you

Suna, Atsumu, Oikawa, Suga, Yaku, Daichi, Futakuchi, Tendou, Kita x gn reader

God himself couldn't stop Suna from flirting with you. You'd think he has a secret twin; honey eyes dull and uninterested until you walk in. He's got a sly smirk on his face as he leans in to talk to you, the first conversation he's engaged in for the day. Calloused fingers poke your cheeks and tease their softness. You and you alone can make him seem this alive.

Atsumu could not be more quiet in your presence. His abdomen is starting to cramp up from how he's been sucking it in for the last two hours, not daring to breathe too loudly in front of you. He's clumsy and dazed, making you repeat yourself a handful of times before his ears regain their function to listen instead of just staring at you. A far cry from the perfect player he is on court.

Oikawa is insufferable. Whether it’s to the people around you both, or you directly, he’s flaunting everything he’s got. He has the pointless delusion that his friends will play wingman for him instead of sabotaging. He’s not a tyrant captain but seeing Mattsun purposely distract you as he sets up for a floater makes him think Seijoh can go for a few laps after practice. Nicknames and small affections galore. Sure, he smiles and waves at all his fans but does he hold their hand and give them long hugs even if they’re just excusing themselves to the restroom? Also he leans on you a TON. Has no spine when you’re around, just always draping himself over you and whining for your attention.

Sugawara gets a little mean. He can't help it! He knows he's the poster boy of being a kind senpai, but one glance at your sweet face has his inner desires tumbling out. He's fairly good at controlling himself but you are his one exception. He'll make sharp quips in the sweetest voice possible just to see you get whiplash over it. He knows he should stop, that there's a chance he might drive you away with his behavior, but he's addicted to teasing you in the worst way.

Demon senpai Yaku? Did you mean angel boyfie-to-be Mori 😇😊🥰 Man is the simp of simps and everyone knows it. Nekoma is disgusted with the way his forehead vein disappears and he immediately stops yelling once when you walk in. Yaku spoils you rotten even if there is no label on you two; he's holding your hand to kiss the back of it, walking you to class, buying you dinner all the time, and complimenting you non stop. He's a perfect gentleman. That's not to say he won't tease you (relentlessly at that,) but that comes later. First, he needs you to know that you're the apple of his eye and there isn't anything he wouldn't do for you.

Daichi would forget his head if it weren't attached to his body. You're just so pretty and wonderful, it makes him nervous! The type to drop his food all over himself if he's eating around you. He's knocking things over and tripping over his feet in your presence. Daichi is adorably clumsy but he always gives you a bashful grin, blush staining his cheeks and ears.

Futakuchi teases you so badly, you'll think that you're the one with the crush instead of him. This man won't let you live. You're not even dating but he already has an entire folder of blackmail on you- when you fell asleep in class, you tripping up the stairs, dropping a whole bag of chips on your white pants. He brings up your embarrassing moments so often. I wonder how much attention he must have been paying to you to catch them all 🧐

Tendou is selectively awful to you. The definition of ‘gives you his worst to see if you deserve his best.’ He’s so tired of people abandoning him when they realize who he is as a person. He’s almost expecting to scare you off, so he goes overboard as some assurance that ‘yeah, you’re not the one.’ Color him surprised if you do stick around and dare he say….treat him normally. If you get to that point, he’s gonna be clinging on you like there's no tomorrow. He might even seem like he’s leading you on a bit with all his hot and cold teasing, but trust me, there are definite feelings behind it.

Nobody expected Kita to be offering you his shoulder for a nap, but here we are. He cares about you deeply. Deep enough that when he sees you yawning, he folds his cardigan in his lap as an extra pillow while he gently guides you to his legs for a quick rest. He keeps his warm hand on your shoulder the entire time and gently rubs it, even long after you drift off. His highly valued personal space is now your highly valued personal space. He has the sweetest smile and a warm blush on his face whenever he talks to you. The team can’t even make fun of him because it’s so adorable.

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synopsis: just lovesick boys 🤭

ft. atsumu tanaka noya suna oikawa sugawara kuroo kenma bokuto hinata

Secret Notes and Misunderstandings - Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: Sugawara Kōshi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 3 420 Warnings: Use of y/n, Tanaka and Noya Summary: You receive secret notes from someone. If only they were from your crush Suga A/N: I’m not really happy with the style of this one…

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It had to be every schoolgirl’s dream, receiving cute notes written by a secret admirer, pushed into her locker every morning. And the notes were cute, they really were. Never creepy or offensive, just sweet.

It had started almost a month ago. One morning you had opened your locker, only to find a small note fluttering out. Not recognizing it, you had unfolded the paper that seemed to have been ripped from a Kanji exercise book. In an unfamiliar handwriting, using what seemed like a fine 0.3mm black ink pen, a few words had been scribbled down, making a smile pull at your lips.

“I’m too shy to tell you this in person, but your presentation on the United Nations yesterday was crazy good.”

You had folded the note back together, and placed it in your pencil case, where it made you smile every time you glanced at it.

“You’re in a good mood today,” Sugawara, your classmate, had grinned when he had passed you during lunch break on this way to the sink.

You had shrugged, your heart beating faster when you had realized that Suga had addressed you. The feeling that ran through your body at every interaction with him was so different from the feelings the note had sparked, so much better.

The notes had started that day, and there had not been one day of school since then, that there hadn’t been one shoved into your locker in the morning. Over time they had gotten more personal, leaving less and less doubt about the author’s attraction to you. He (and you knew it was a guy by the words he used), was never offensive or creepy, just plainly sweet, complimenting the hair clip you had worn the other day, or sometimes even admitting how he wished he would be brave enough to talk to you normally, without these notes.

And the more he revealed his own thoughts, his own insecurities and wishes, the more he revealed of his heart, the worse you felt. The notes were cute, sweet, and normally you would have been dying to know who went through all the effort just for your sake. Maybe you would have been trying to find out who it was and asked them out, just because you felt like after all the effort he had made, he deserved you take a risk too.

But no matter how much you wanted to feel excited and honoured by these notes, there was still Suga. Suga who was in the same class as you and your mysterious admirer, Suga who was working hard in every subject, who helped the other students when they struggled, who laughed loud and unashamedly in the breaks, who’s smile was warm like summer sun beams, even when it was only late February. So really it was Sugawara’s fault, you thought to yourself, that you couldn’t reciprocate the feelings these notes conveyed. If it weren’t for your stupid, stupid, unrequited crush on him, you’d have tried to get into contact with the author of these notes weeks ago. But your heart was hopelessly hung up on someone else, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself to let these feelings go.

So, when you stared down on what had to be the boldest note yet, you felt a little sick.

"I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you to sit with me for lunch for weeks now, but every time I think about getting up and asking you, I get so nervous that I can't even think properly anymore. Maybe I’ll ask you tomorrow. I want to make salmon onigiri, I know you like those. What do you think?"

The nervousness of the author as he had written these words and then pushed the note into your locker was basically seeping out of the paper into your hands, pleading you to be as nervous about him as he was about you. But instead, you knew he was just setting himself up for heartbreak. This had to stop. Now. You had allowed this boy to bring up his hopes for far too long now. You had to end this. Even if it would hurt him. Even when you would feel awful for breaking his heart.  But it was better to end this now than to have him work up the courage to face you and then tell it into his face.

Although he did deserve a gentle let down, he didn’t deserve to torture himself before it. So, after your last class, you ripped out a page of your notebook and grabbed one of your pens. During class, between paying attention to the teachers’ words and the way Suga was bouncing his leg under the table on the other side of the classroom, you had mentally prepared what you wanted to write.

“Dear friend, thank you very much for all the notes over the past weeks. I have enjoyed reading them, but I’m sorry to tell you that I can’t reciprocate your feelings. I already have someone I like, and it wouldn’t be fair to let you keep hoping I will return your feelings. In fact, I should have told you this a lot sooner, and I’m sorry for the pain I’m causing you now. Let this be the last exchange.”

You had been tempted to add words of reassurance or comfort, but you were worried they might make him hope against hope that you would eventually return his feelings. When the last class was over, you used a thin strip of washi-tape and stuck the note to your locker so it was blocking the little gap in the door. This way the note couldn’t possibly go unnoticed by whoever had sent you the others.

The next morning rolled around, and you were almost nervous, when you took off your shoes and placed them in the rack, going to your locker to grab your books for the day. The note you had stuck to its door the day prior was gone, and you already feared someone else might have removed it, but when you opened the locker, no new note came sailing out. You were almost a little disappointed. But you had asked him to stop writing, so you had gotte what you wanted. This was for the best. Let him be disappointed or maybe even a little heartbroken, and by next week he would have moved on.

When you entered the classroom, you found, much to your surprise, that yesterday’s note hadn’t been the last. Instead, someone had placed two wrapped onigiri on your table, and a note underneath. Up until now, the paper had always been torn neatly out of notebooks, the signs evenly paced and written with precision. This time, even though it was the by now familiar handwriting, the page seemed to have been ripped out in haste, the words smeared over the paper, smudging the ink.

“I already made these, and I thought you should have them. If you don’t want them, leave them on the desk during lunch break and I’ll take them back. This is my last note. Thanks for your honesty.”

You bit your lip, staring down at the paper. You could tell his hand had shaken when he had written this note. While nervousness had seeped out of the other notes, this one seemed to ooze pain. He’ll get over it, you thought to yourself, over me.

Quickly you crumbled the note in your hand, pushing the onigiris to the edge of the table, not intending to eat them. With a few steps you made your way to the paper basked, discarding the final note of your secret admirer. On your way back to your desk, your eyes skipped over to where Suga was sitting, as always when you got the chance.

He sat backsided on a chair, arms crossed over the backrest, chin propped on his lower arm. He had taken off his jacket, leaving him in the short sleeved, white button-up of the uniform. Warm spring sunlight flitted in through the window, catching in his silver hair and making it gleam like star light. He looked angelic, you thought to yourself. Even though Daichi was telling him something, and laughing at his side, Suga barely seemed to listen, his gaze absentmindedly directed into the distance. He looked pale, you realized, pale and tired. Hopefully he wouldn’t get sick in the last weeks of the school year.

Suddenly his gaze drew away from wherever he had stared of to, and directed itself to you instead. You felt like your heart almost stopped at the way his coffee brown eyes bore into you, and feeling your cheeks heat up, you lifted your hand to wave at him with a smile. Instead of returning the gesture, he only seemed to tense, before tearing his eyes away from you and sitting up, saying something to Daichi instead.

Confused at his unusual reaction, you walked back to your seat, sitting down. The onigiri in front of you seemed to mock you, and far more frequent than usually your gaze flickered over to Suga during the day. His mood didn’t seem to better though, and in fact it grew only grimmer when he caught you staring at him once.

You were not the only one who seemed to pick up on his unusual behaviour, because as the bell rang for lunch break, you overheard Daichi ask him if everything was okay. Suga only answered he was fine, even though he sounded upset and annoyed, but the rest of the conversation got drowned out by the voices of other students.

Like every day, you left the classroom at the beginning of lunchbreak to refill your bottle at the water fountain in the hallway. Today you made sure to take an extra few minutes; hopefully giving the author of the notes you had received enough time to retrieve the onigiri from your desk. And sure enough, by the time you returned to the classroom, they were gone.

The rest of the day went by without any other incidents, unless one counted Suga’s terrible mood. Even across the classroom it seemed to rub off on you. Originally you had wanted to pay closer attention to the other boys, trying to see if anyone’s behaviour differed from usually which might give them away as the author of the messages, but instead your focus was entirely on Suga and what you could do to cheer him up.

When the last class ended, and you still hadn’t thought of anything useful to say to Suga, you just opted for a wave and a smile, as you usually did, bidding him goodbye before heading off to your club. But unlike all the other days, he ignored you completely, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth and your heart heavy.

It was already growing dark outside when you hasted through the corridors of the school again. Your club had finished only a few minutes ago, when you had remembered there was a book you needed for homework, so you were on your way back to the lockers. You had almost reached them, when suddenly the voices of two students made you stop.

“He explicitly said not to get involved,” the one nagged.

“But have you seen him? Can you really just stand by and watch him suffer like that,” the other voice replied.

Carefully you snuck around the last corner, finding two boys standing in front of your locker. Even in the dim light you could make out the one’s buzzcut and the other’s unruly hair. They were both in the year below you, you realized, and members of the volleyball team, teammates of Suga’s. The one with the unruly hair was trying to push a piece of paper through the gap below the door into your locker.

You were about to ask them what they were up to. After all, neither of them couldn’t have been the one writing the notes you had received; that person was in your class. You knew that from the references to your classwork he had been making.

“You know, he’s gonna hate you when he finds out you got involved.”

“So what, let him hate me! As long as he gets his girl! (Y/n) just has to give him a second chance!”

“Who am I supposed to give a second chance,” you asked out loud, stepping out from behind the corner.

The two boys jumped in surprise as your presence, the one with the unruly hair, quickly hiding a piece of paper behind his back.

“Well, you see, the thing is our set-,” he started, immediately receiving a harsh nudge from his friend.

“And what were you trying to push into my locker,” you added. Usually you were not very intimidating, but being a year older than them had its perks: they had to respect you. Demanding, you held out your hand.

The boy with the blond streak in this dishevelled hair shot his friend a side glance before stepping forward and dropping the paper into your outstretched hand.

“Have you been the ones putting notes into my locker,” you asked.

“Yes, well, no. Maybe. Sometimes,” the boy with the buzzcut answered. Tanaka, you remembered.

“What is it now. Have you or have you not?”

“Sometimes,” the other one – Nuka? Nayo? Noya? Oh yes, Noya was his name – answered. “Sometimes we delivered them for our friend, when you had club late and there was the chance of you running into Su-“

He got interrupted by another shove between his ribs. He coughed.

Biting your lip, you twirled the paper between your fingers. You could find out who had sent you all these notes, you realized. You just had to ask now. Tanaka would probably be quiet, but Noya seemed eager to make you like whoever had sent them to deliver them. But did you want to know? Did you really want to go to class tomorrow, look at the person who had written these notes and pretend you didn’t know?

“Please,” Tanaka interrupted your thoughts. “Can’t you give our friend a chance? We know you like someone else, but you’ll forget about that guy in no time, I promise! Our friend is like- he’s the best guy there is really. He’s smart, and patient, and funny-”

“Charming, good-looking, athletic,” Noya continued. “A little chaotic sometimes maybe, but he has like the biggest heart-”

You shook your head. “Listen guys, Tanaka-kun, Noya-kun. I appreciate your effort and I know you just want to see your friend happy, but as I already wrote him: there is someone else I like, and it wouldn’t be right to let your friend hope that my feelings will change eventually. That’s just not fair.”

“But you should’ve seen him today during practice,” Noya continued. “He was not himself! He was devastated! And Suga’s ready to let you walk away because he respects you, but I- we think-”

“Wait, wait,” you lifted your hands in the air, signalling him to stop talking. Your heart was racing. “Say that again.”

“He respects you and-”

“No, you said his name,” you disagreed.

The boys exchanged glances.

“He’ll kill you,” Tanaka mumbled to Noya.

“Did you say Suga,” you asked.

Their silence was answer enough.

All this time you had wanted Suga to notice you and all this time it had been him who had sent you these notes? And then you had rejected him? Was that why he had been so pale today, why he hadn’t smiled at you today? Because you had rejected him, not even knowing who you had rejected? Your heart dropped and the floor felt like it was giving way beneath your feet. You had to fix that. Somehow you had to fix this stupid, stupid situation.

“Do you have a pen?”

Tanaka rummaged around in his pocket, before handing you a blunt pencil. You took it anyway. Unfolding the paper you had taken from Noya, you placed it against the closest locker, flipping it to its empty side.

“What’s Suga’s favourite onigiri filling,” you asked, glancing at Tanaka and Noya from over your shoulder.

“Salmon,” they answered at the same time without hesitation.

You furrowed your brows. “Are you sure?”

“We talked about it just the other day,” Tanaka assured you.

“He said, he likes them because you like them,” Noya added. You exhaled slowly, trying not to laugh. This sounded so much like something Suga would say.

Putting the pen down, you began writing.

“Noya and Tanaka ranted you out. Don’t be mad at them, I made them tell me. Let’s eat lunch together. I’ll make salmon onigiri, I know you like those. We can eat outside under the plum tree. The blossoms are your favourite, aren’t they?”

Quickly, before you could change your mind, you folded the paper, and pushed it into Suga’s locker, making the two boys exchange wide eyed glances.

“What did you write,” they asked excitedly as you returned to your locker to retrieve the book you had come here for.

“Are you giving him a second chance?”

“You’ll see,” you answered with a smile.

The next morning, Suga was already sitting in the classroom when you entered, like he did every morning. When he saw you sitting down behind your own desk, he quickly exchanged a few words with Daichi, before walking over.

Pink was dusting his cheeks, the colour almost matching that of the plum blossoms outside. He was nervous, you could tell, fiddling around with a piece of paper between his fingers. Watching him walk over, your own pulse spiked. Yesterday you had been filled with confidence when you had written the note, but today it all seemed unreal. That was until he dropped the small piece of paper on the desk in front of you, leaning against the table.

For a moment you looked up at him, his chocolate brown eyes nervous but also filled with warmth as he glanced down to you, then you reached for the paper. He had rolled it into a tight scroll, probably an act of nervosity while he had waited for you. For the first time the note didn’t contain any words, only a doodled Smilie. The smile on your face was instantaneous, and quickly you looked back up to Suga, who was full on blushing now.

“I know, I said I’d stop it with the notes, but…” he shrugged bashfully, making you laugh quietly.

“No, that’s okay,” you let him know.

“I do gotta ask though- not that I’m complaining, just curious – what changed your mind?”

He’s still smiling, but you could hear the insecurity in his voice as well.

Inhaling deeply, you settled for the truth. “Turned out the guy I rejected was actually the guy I was rejecting him for.”

Suga just furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What I mean is,” you shuffled in your seat a little, wondering if the words would come any easier if you sat differently or if Suga weren’t nailing you to the chair with the intensity with which he was considering you now. “You’re the guy I was talking about in that note, the person I like. I didn’t know you were also the person sending me these notes.”

Finally, the last bit of hesitation seemed to melt away from Suga. “Lucky then, that I like you, too,” he teased, making your heart stutter and his cheeks tint an even deeper pink. “Sooo, are we eating lunch together?"

You nodded. “I made onigiri, like promised. Is salmon really your favourite filling?”

Suga laughed. “Yeah, it is. Always has been, since I was little.”

He was about to say something else, but was interrupted by the teacher, calling the beginning of the class.

Quickly he pushed away from your desk, winking at you mischievously. This Suga was so very different from the disappointed, heartbroken Suga from yesterday. You knew exactly which one you preferred. He turned around and hurried back to his desk, but not before dropping another note to your table, this one folded several times.

As the teacher began the class, you quickly unfolded the paper under your desk, reading the few words Suga had written down. This time they were a lot neater than the note he had left with the rejected onigiri the day prior.

“I mean it. I really like you too.”

And underneath he had drawn a tiny, almost hesitant doodle of a heart.

heya! this is just a standard request for sugawara helping his partner get a good night's sleep (please may you use he/they pronouns for the reader?) thank you! <3

hey!! i was sorting through my requests and i wasn't planning on publishing anything anymore today cause it's late and i gotta wake up in a few hours, but this was just too cute to pass up!! i hope u like it :)

also little side note: im struggling with the update so hard D:

sugawara helping you sleep

prompt: "It's chamomile tea. It helps with sleep."

pairing: sugawara koushi x reader (reader uses he/they pronouns, although it isn't mentioned too often!)

word count: 898

warnings: none, pure fluff and love, suga calls reader "love" like, once, but I don't think that's gender specific??

NOTE: I actually wasn't quite sure what exactly this request meant - so I wrote what I thought was well-enough. If this isn't what you meant, feel free to send in another ask!

you hadn't seen sugawara in a few days now

he usually had morning practice and you had afternoon classes, which meant your schedules clashed, making it near impossible for the two of you to see each other often

but tomorrow was saturday, which meant the both of you were free, which meant suga was spending the night at your place

he had actually been invited to a party by tooru oikawa, but he only laughed and responded with:

"sorry, i'm spending the night at y/n's, i haven't seen them in a while and i'm pretty sure they're not really in the mood to spend his free night with a bunch of sweaty, drunk, teenagers"

so yeah, here you were, 9pm, sitting on your couch with sugawara, his arm draped loosely around your shoulder as the both of you finally got to catching up

it was honestly mostly you doing the talking, suga simply listening to you with a light smile and adoration in his eyes

"oh god. i started rambling, didn't i?"

he only laughed and hugged you to his chest

"it's cute."

soon after that the food you had ordered 40 minutes prior finally arrived, the two of you settling in a comfortable silence as you ate, the only sound being the movie playing on the tv, to which you only half payed attention to

that was kind of how you spent your entire evening, cuddling on the couch and talking, occasionally taking a break, looking at the tv, to not miss the movie completely

at about 1am you decided it'd be a good time to go to bed, sugawara claiming he was very tired, when in fact he had seen you dozing off during the movie, and knowing you haven't been getting a lot of sleep because you were mainly focused on your studies and because of your constant sleep issues, he wanted you to get as much sleep as possible as-long as you had the possibility too

when you two got into bed, you immediately scooted closer to sugawara, his arms finding their place around you, a habit that became second nature.

his fingertips ran slightly along your back, goosebumps rising on your skin under the t-shirt you wore to sleep, melting into his touch, feeling the exhaustion of the week catch up to you by now

suga had obviously noticed this, letting himself indulge in the sight of your sleepy face squished against him, moving the hand that was not running up and down your back to move some stray strands of hair that fell into your eyes

you looked up at him, eyes only half-open, humming

"why are you looking at me like that?"

"no particular reason. i just like admiring my partner."

your face flushed a little at that, letting out a light laugh and shaking your head

"didn't you say you were tired?" you spoke again, stifling a yawn

he hummed, leaning to the bedside table to turn off the salt lamp that was stood there, laying back down comfortably

he was laid facing you, arms wrapped around you in a comfortable hug, the perfect amount of weight settled on you, which made you feel grounded

it didn't take long for you to fall asleep, sugawara laying there, enjoying the warmth of your body a bit more before also falling asleep

except, sadly, sleep didn't come that easily for you, so, eventhough you managed to fall asleep quickly, you also awoke again, just two hours later

you shifted, moving your eyes so you could look at the digital clock stood on the bedside table next to your salt lamp

3:24am

you let out a soft sigh, moving to get into a more comfortable position, not expecting your partner to wake up so easily

when suga realised what was going on, he spoke

"are you having trouble sleeping again?"

you looked at him, humming

"a little. but don't worry, i think i'll be able to fall asleep again soon"

sugawara sighed and soon the warmth of his body abandoned yours, leaving you quite cold and longing for it back

"stay right here"

you did as you were told, curious to know what he was doing, yet too lazy to stand up and go see

luckily it didn't take him long to get back, two cups of tea in both hands, handing you one of them

"its chamomile tea. it helps with sleep. i brought some melatonin gummies too, please have some, they do wonders"

he spoke, slowly taking a sip as to not burn his tongue in case it was still too hot

"you didn't have to do this, you know?"

you said that, but your heart was warm with the adoration you felt for suga

"i know, but i wanted to" he sent you a cute smile, which you reciprocated

after you drank your tea you ate two of the melatonin gummies, dropping back down to lay down properly

suga then laid beside you, pulling you to him by your waist

"Now let's try and get some proper rest, love. If you can't fall asleep or wake up again, wake me up, okay?"

you just hummed, closing your eyes, at this point too tired to respond and too comfortable to move even an inch too speak

it's safe to say the both of you slept in the next day

a/n: not proof-read! im also going to sleep now, goodnight!

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