YELLS FOR A THOUSAND YEARS TO BE HONEST I HAD NO IDEA HOW TO REPLY TO THIS AND THEN I FORGOT.
THANK YOU SO MUCH. I’M SO GLAD.
(this is so late omg now I’ve already broken into all your livestreams and hurt you with more writing but I want you to know that I’m so, so thankful that we met. and that you enjoyed reading my Iwaois. You’re an amazing person! I hope you get so many nice things.)
THANKS BECCA, YOU ARE A BLESSING!! ♥♥ u//////////u
The other team’s setter is, apparently, both a sore loser and an asshole. When Kenma has to shake his hand after the game, the guy leans over with a slick grin, tongue darting over his teeth, licking his lips like he’s preparing to eat.
“If you play in the bedroom like you do on the court, I’d love to get a rematch. Are you in, kitten?”
Kuroo has to hold back Lev and Yamamoto all at once, Yaku growling next to him, Inuoka cracking his knuckles. But even though his own blood goes boiling with fucking rage, Kuroo snaps “let him handle this on his own” back at them. If it had just been the sexual implication, maybe Kenma would’ve ignored that guy. Maybe he would’ve walked off.
But there is only one person in the world who gets to call him kitten.
Kenma tilts his head at the other setter. He pulls his hand back, runs it through his hair, taking a slow, deep breath – and gifts the guy with a smile that has this asshole swallow hard and stumble back.
“Cats don’t play with dirty mutts.”
Kenma doesn’t know if the guy replies or not. The hollering of Nekoma’s whole team is drowning out all other noises, and Kenma’s little smile stays until the late evening, when he’s nuzzled into Kuroo’s embrace and slaying a demon king in his favourite PS3 game.
Oikawa: making my way downtown
Kageyama: Oikawa-san!
Oikawa: walking fast
Kageyama: can you teach me how to serve
Oikawa: walkiNG FASTER
When Kageyama yells “jump”, nobody listens. He’s alone, falls, crashes down.
But when he says it to Hinata, throat tight and dark from fear bubbling up, Hinata only asks one thing.
“How high?”
“Oh my God,” Jean says. “Oh my fucking – God.”
“Would you stop that, please, I’m trying to make a sandwich here.” Marco’s face is redder than the ketchup bottle he’s clutching tightly to his chest, as if he’s trying to defend himself with the poor condiment.
“You are incredible,” Jean repeats and shakes his head, a wide grin spreading on his lips. Something gleams in his eyes, gentle mockery and amber adoration. “Unbelievable. My boyfriend just got a thousand times cuter. Didn’t think that was possible.”
“I didn’t even do anything. Now, could I just – “
“Marco.” Jean takes the ketchup bottle, sets it on the counter and points at the sandwiches as if they’re convicted criminals. “Marco Bodt. You paint little ketchup smileys on your sandwiches. It doesn’t get any cuter than this.”
“Uhh,” Marco says and tries to shove the second plate behind his back. “Yeah, you’re right, doesn’t get any, ah. Cuter. I guess.”
Jean’s reflexes aren’t the fastest, but when it’s about food and slash or his boyfriend, he’s quicker than a cat with cream. He snatches the plate with a triumphant howl, gently peeling the upper toast off the sandwich and – blinks. “Did you – okay, I take everything back. You did just get cuter.” Marco buries his face in his hands. “I used to make sandwiches for my sisters, okay, this isn’t my fault. And I’m not cute.”
But Jean just leans in to kiss his forehead, the fingertips that hide his face, grinning like the lovestruck idiot he is. “Baby, you draw ketchup smileys on my sandwich and circle them with mustard hearts. Fucking mustard hearts. I think I couldn’t love you any more than I do now. And you’re fucking cute, okay?”
Marco rolls his eyes and accepts the kiss before finishing their sandwiches.
(that I absolutely NEED for my Kageyama cosplay *///* )
Hinata is just so precious ❤
Ahhh, I’m so glad we decided to do this collab! Your art came out so beautifully. I love Hina’s cute cat socks and Kags’s shirt, they’re such dorky boyfriends. Thank you for doing this ♥
Moami 