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when you start dating kiyoomi, he tells you at your first sleepover that he doesn’t like to be touched when waking up. it’s nothing personal; he just tells you he needs to get his bearings in the morning, so he prefers not to be cuddled while he sleeps. it sucks when you’re tired and just want to latch on to him and curl into his warmth, but everyone has their boundaries, and you respect them.

it’s only after the first few months of sleepovers that the apologies when you find yourself cuddled up against him as you blink awake are returned with dismissive hmphs as he curls his muscled arm back around your waist and pulls you close again.

and it’s only a couple months after that when you start waking up to a weight against your hot skin, because kiyoomi has sought out your touch as soon as he regains conscience in the mornings. and the rare times you wake up before him, he comes shuffling into the living room, blanket around his broad shoulders, and pout on his sleepy face as he curls up into you, waiting for your fingers to curl into his locks and lull him back to sleep.

“I didn’t know you had moles down your back.”

Kiyoomi pauses briefly to look at you over his shoulder, post shower body care being interrupted with your statement.

“We’ve been together for how long and you never knew that I had more moles on my body?” He asks, going back to applying his moisturizer. “Do you even look at my body?”

“Only the important parts,” you say, shrugging as you let your eyes wander slightly. There are more than a few freckles and moles on the broad space of his back, tracing like a constellation against the paleness of his skin. They lean along the right side of him, a few scattering on the left for an intricate design-

“Holy shit, stop staring at me,” he snickers, his eyes looking at you in the mirror. “I have moles. You kiss the ones on my forehead every morning. Chill.”

You get up and stalk over to him, arms wrapping lowly around his waist and face nuzzling into the dip of his back, “gonna have to kiss these ones too; they’ve been neglected too long.” You plant a few pecks to the bigger ones along his shoulder, and you smirk at the goosebumps that raise from your affection. “Ticklish?”

“I’ll knock you out with this lotion bottle,” he snarls, continuing his routine with you merely an add on to his body.

“Whatever.” You let your nails rake up the dip of his hips, only letting him go when he hisses and bumps his back against you to get you off. You kiss his warm skin one last time before making your way back to the perch on your shared bed, watching as his muscles and moles contort with every shift of his broad body as he applies his deodorant.

“What else are you hiding from me?”

“I’m having an affair,” he says simply.

“With who? Meian?”

“Yes.”

“You could never score Meian.”

“You’re just mad because Meian saw and admired my moles before you.”

You let out a few snorty laughters while he smirks to himself in the mirror, the night settling down into nothing uncommon or surprising, but perfect all the same.

God, you adore him.

“You’re ugly.”

“I love you too.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 | 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

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↬ a/n: this is my first time doing something like this so I'm really sorry if this is bad ashdhjasdk. hope you enjoy though! <3

@eunoique

𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗦𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗬𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗜

you were studying in sakusa's bedroom for the midterm exams coming up in a week.

he was currently explaining the calculus problem that laid in front of you. your eyes were scanning the paper in confusion.

"got it?" he turned his head towards you, expecting some sort of verbal response.

you simply nodded.

"good. now try doing the next one yourself."

he stood up and took a few steps towards his original seat, sat down and continued to do his own calculus questions.

you weren't going to do the question at all. considering you didn't understand a single thing. so why not figure out your problems by being artistic?

you glanced up at his figure across the table. his wavy black locks covering his face, his mechanical pencil scribbling away in his dominant hand, and the tendons and veins laced in his arm that slightly rose when he gripped the utensil firmer.

he was hot.

so you pushed the button at the top of your mechanical pencil and began to draw a basic sketch of his slumped and concentrated build.

once your drawing was almost completed, you added some further details to finish it off.

you raised the paper in front of you, let out a quiet sigh and made a soft smile. you were staring so intently at your sketch that you didn't realise he was gazing at you, his dark eyes piercing through the paper.

"you're done?"

you lowered the paper back on the table and grinned.

"yeah. you wanna see my amazing mathematician skills?"

he raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but complied.

sakusa grabbed the paper from you, hands slightly brushing against each other.

he wasn't so cautious of germs when he was around you. you were friends since childhood and you were one of the few people he trusted most. due to this reason, his softer personality would shine through.

once he saw what you spent the last few minutes on, roses immediately bled under his skin.

"w-what?" he said under his breath, eyes widening and lips slightly parted in shock.

you let out a small laugh.

"what? did I get it right?"

realising he kept staring at your art piece. he cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure to his usual stoic state.

"it looks good."

you smirked.

"that's it?"

"yes, that's all you deserve. since you didn't even study or complete the question at all." he scoffed.

you shrugged, "well- I guess I'll get to it then."

you carefully snatched the piece of paper back and picked up your eraser, ready to remove the drawing.

"-but don't remove it... keep it there."

and so you didn't.

once the midterms were over, your grade came back with an almost perfect score.

I guess those few minutes of artistic ability were worth it after all.

𝗢𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨

you were ready to head to your extracurricular activity.

being the manager for Aoba Johsai's volleyball team was no easy feat.

having to deal with oikawa's excessive amount of fangirls, makki and mattsun's constant sharing of memes and iwaizumi's struggle to keep things in order.

it was tiring.

but your creative mind kept your stress at bay, as creating art was your escape from your reality.

here you are sitting at the bench with the coaches. writing down the player's regimens and match notes.

looking at the time, you noticed that it was time for their usual half-way break. you nudged coach irihata's soldier, giving him a slight nod towards the players.

he knew what you meant and called for a break.

"everyone! have a break for the next ten minutes!"

the latter let out huge sighs, stretched their tense muscles and exhaustedly strolled towards the benches.

you grabbed the bottles and towels from its cases and placed them together. giving them a water bottle and towel each, with most of them nodding as a thank you.

oikawa came to you last with his usual flirtatious grin that his fangirls die for.

"oikawa-san!" "oikawa-senpai!" "wah~ he's so cool!"

he waved at them and threw a piece sign. making them squeal louder than ever before.

you rolled your eyes and gave him his towel and water bottle. he muttered a "thank you manager-chan~"

you ignored the little name and resumed writing your notes, making sure they were in tip-top shape.

once they seemed adequate to your eyes, you decided to draw with the remaining time left of the ten-minute break.

though you needed some inspiration, so you lifted your head and analysed the gym.

your eyes immediately caught oikawa's frame. his head was tilted back, hooded lids fluttering closed, droplets of sweat running down his forehead all the way to the veins on his pale neck, his long calloused fingers wrapped around the plastic cylinder, the soft hazel strands of hair soaked in his own perspiration and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each gulp.

you gulped yourself.

no wonder he had so many fans.

you wanted to capture this moment, so you quickly started drawing on the bottom right corner of his page of notes. you made sure that each detail could be seen and each stroke of lead was perfect.

you were so close to finishing until he approached you on the bench and sat himself down right next to you.

"yahoo~ may I see the notes you made on me please?"

you shivered from the close proximity and quickly held your notebook close to your chest.

"uhm- just a second."

at the speed of light you added the finishing touches to your drawing, checking that he couldn't see your page from his line of vision.

you took a double-take and asked.

"you sure you want to see your notes? it's not really done-"

"yup. I'd like to see them please, I don't mind if they're not done."

you accepted your doom, he was going to see your drawing whether you liked it or not- but at least it looked decent.

the notebook you were holding was passed to him and he started to read each word from the top to the bottom.

once he reached the dreaded corner, the corner of his mouth lifted up into a smirk. he gave you a side-glance.

you swiftly shifted your vision away from him. embarrassment taking over your features.

"soo... you drew me?"

"look. I was just bored and wanted to do something with the remaining time we had left of this break- and besides, you were the only person that caught my eye in terms of inspiration."

he leaned back on the wall with his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

"I look pretty hot in that drawing, not gonna lie."

you face him for a second, then looked away.

"that's because you are hot..." you accidentally thought out loud.

he instantly opened one of his eyes to look at you.

after a few seconds, you processed what had just happened and buried your face in your hands.

"didn't know our manager thinks of me that way~" he teased you.

"oh shut up shittykawa." you imitated his best friend, Iwaizumi.

he removed his hands from behind his head and sat up straight.

"now Iwa-chan has got you calling me that? you guys are so mean..." he pouted adorably.

𝗕𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨

"hey hey hey!"

you were on your way to the art club for a sudden lunch meeting when bokuto ran up to you, swinging an arm around your shoulder. akaashi following close behind.

"oomph- oh hi bokuto and akaashi!"

"me and akaashi were wondering if you wanted to sit with us for lunch? you're pretty much our best friend now so?..." bokuto beamed.

your smile immediately fell into a frown.

"sorry you guys, I have to attend a meeting for my arts club. maybe tomorrow?"

bokuto's hair deflated and his expression turned gloomy.

"aww... but I wanted to hang out with you today!"

akaashi leaned towards you and whispered in your ear, "maybe skip the meeting. bokuto will be in a gloomy mood for the rest of the day, we don't want that to happen right?"

you complied and sighed.

"alright. I'll skip just this once. let's go and eat!"

you three arrived to the fukurodani's boys volleyball team's lunch spot. which was under one of biggest cherry blossom trees on campus.

the team greeted you and everyone began to eat after they thanked for the food.

and so you ate your bento consisting of rice, pork curry, pickled vegetables and seaweed.

once you were done. you picked up your sketchbook and began to draw, to make up the time you skipped being with the team than being at the art club meeting.

you were close to drawing a cherry blossom tree that was nearby, until you wanted to draw a person. since scenery and nature was your specialty, and drawing people wasn't your forte.

you soon decided to draw bokuto, as his personality was already hitting you with inspiration for your sketch.

seizing the pencil, you started to draw your idea down.

the lead created marks of his spiky bi-coloured hair, his blinding grin, his big and rough hands, his slightly tousled school uniform and the pink petal that laid on the tip of his finger.

unbeknownst to you, bokuto was behind you. watching your every move.

you smiled with satisfaction at your final product.

bokuto yelled from behind and pointed at your sketchbook, "WHOA! LOOK GUYS! AKAASHI LOOK! THEY DREW ME!"

you jolted from the volume and closed your book.

"bokuto-san! don't scare them like that!" akaashi told bokuto from his spot.

bokuto apologised, but then asked.

"may I see again? please?"

he's already seen your drawing, so there's nothing left to hide now.

you gave him your book and his reaction made him seem like he ascended into heaven.

he was literally glowing.

"you're so talented! no wonder the art club loves you!"

you looked down to your lap, fiddling with your fingers.

maybe you should draw him more?

if he allows you of course.