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something i wrote while i was still in school because i have no motivation </3

written messily with a nearly dried-out, green whiteboard marker was the dilemma sugawara was facing at ten in the morning.

he had bursted into his classroom late and out of breath, loosening his tie and anxiously carding a hand through his unruly hair as he made his way over to his desk, apologizing for his tardiness.

sugawara was a likable teacher, one that graduated students always came back to visit and one that shared the same humor as his students. he was one of few that made lessons enjoyable and a class students always looked forward to knowing they’d be listening to his humorous lectures. his well liked reputation exempted him from the students’ typical impatience, especially considering that sugawara never called them out on their lates. but they were definitely curious as to what had gotten their favorite laidback teacher so anxious looking.

he looked disheveled as he sorted through papers in his briefcase, trying to organize himself as the time he typically spent doing so before the school bell rang was long past. the students chuckled under their breaths and exchanged looks as their teacher drew out a long sigh. before any of them could ask what exasperated him so, he straightened up and addressed the class. “i screwed up.”

“what happened, sir?” a boy who sat near the back of the classroom called out, and suga’s eyes darted between his students and the whiteboard before he made his way over to write something down. he uncapped an old marker sitting on the ledge, a loud squeak emitting from every line he wrote. he only responded: “we’re doing a poll.”

the students stared curiously at their teacher’s back, craning their heads to make out the words. eventually, he stepped to the side to reveal what he had written.

how do i apologize to my spouse for taking their car keys?

the class was immediately in an uproar.

“you took their keys, sir? that’s why you came late?”

“yes,” sighed sugawara as he walked back toward his desk and collapsed into the leather chair behind it, holding his head against his hand. “i drove all the way back home to return them.”

“they couldn’t take yours?”

he fished around in his pocket with his opposite hand before pulling out two sets of keys. the class let out a sound between a groan and a laugh. “i didn’t realize i already had mine in my jacket.”

“were they late to work?”

“of course they were late.” groaned out sugawara, rubbing his hands down his face.

“were they mad?”

only when suga had arrived at the school building and pulled out your keys to lock his car did his heart drop at the realization of his mistake. he immediately got back into his car and drove the whole 30 minute ride home to return your keys, calling the school to inform them of his lateness. his heart dropped to his stomach when immediately afterward, your contact flashed onto his screen. he hesitantly answered the call, tumbled (practically shouted) out, “i have your keys”, before hanging up, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

annoyed you definitely were at the inconvenience, but your husband's profuse apologies made it hard to stay angry. you quickly rushed out the door and urged him to return back to school. the guilt was still eating at him, which is why he wanted to do something to make up for the trouble.

underneath the question written on the board were three different options given in response.

flowers

chocolate

all of the above

“your answer is obvious.” another boy called out from the front end of the room before suga could respond to the previous question. the class exclaimed in agreement.

the vote was unanimous, and when you returned home from a long day ready to collapse into bed and laugh at the absurdity of the situation from that morning now that you were no longer in it, you were met with an arrangement of your favorite flowers wrapped in pretty packaging, an assortment of different chocolates, and a goofy (but deadly sincere) apology letter tucked away in the bouquet on your living room table.

and though your irritation had long died out, you certainly weren’t rejecting suga’s smothering affection as you entered your shared bedroom, and you certainly weren’t going to turn down his offer to run you a nice bath as an apology either.

wholsome karasuno hcs

Ukai Keishin 

 caring but be hard to read

 get  you nice gifts

Let you do his hair 

Takes you on late night drives 

Def calls you pretty 

Def big spoon

Buys you two matching promise rings

brings you snacks from the store

his mom lovessss you 

loves when you’re happy 

Azumane Asahi

Probably really shy 

You ask him out

Gets you nice gifts 

You probably take charge in the relationship (planning dates, etc)

Tries to keep your relationship a secret from the boys

You two were close friends anyways and both caught feelings 

His parents most likely know about you but not as his s/o

Gives you either a deep kiss or 1000 pecks when he gets to see you alone

will give you his sweater if cold

people will most likely wonder why you’re together 

will occasionally ask ukai for advice 

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

big goofball 

you have to join kiyoko simp club

saeko loves you sm 

probably wants noya to be your dates w him and you have to explain that dates are supposed to be you two alone time

anyone talks to you or looks at you he will end that immediately

doesn’t want you at his games but you’ll come and cheer him on :D

will probably tell noya abt the little things you do 

Kageyama Tobio 

surprisingly nice hehe

gets you simple gifts

hard to read him sometimes

Hinata Shoyo

very excited when you ask him out

loves to take you on dates 

he just loves to take you out and show you off

he probably told everyone abt ur relationship 

“Hey! Coach have you met my s/o?”

sometimes too hyper

cute babysitting date

his sister and mom loves you 

Daichi Sawamura

probably asks you out

loves to talk to you

cute dates 

sorry for being ia everyone i haven’t been feeling the best mentally and i had midterms so I really don’t know how active I can be here 

King of Dreams, King of Nightmares… in any case, i just think he’s neat

i am holding my loneliness and she is a teenage girl with puffy eyes, and i love her more than i have ever loved anyone

pledis_17: [17'S] 즐거웠던 겨울방학식📸

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tsukishima kei x reader

warnings: afab! reader, mentions of unprotected sex, unclear relationship between reader and tsukki, kei is bad at feelings

you hear tsukishima shuffling in the bathroom as you lay on his bed.

looking up at his ceiling, you try to figure him out: is he the kind of guy who’ll kick a girl out after he sleeps with her? will he let you stay? should you get dressed and make a run for it while he’s busy?

instead, you stay where you are, only choosing to drape your arm over your face, the crook of your elbow resting over your eyes. you close them. you’ll leave it up to him to decide what he wants to do with you.

would he walk you home if he kicked you out?

eyes still closed, you hear him come back into the room. you brace yourself for rejection and the eventual walk of shame.

the bed dips as he kneels on it, inching closer to you.

you feel him tap the side of your naked thigh, “open your legs,” he says

you do so, choosing not to remove your arm from covering your face until you feel him clean the mess in between your thighs with a damp hand towel. you guess it’s the least he could do before kicking you out— given that most of the mess is his.

he sighs once he’s finished, discarding the rag, eyes still not meeting yours as he makes his way to the dresser across the room.

“you…” he drags the question out as he rummages through the top drawer.

“want a shirt?”

you hum, and he throws it over to you.

he’s pacing the room again, picking up the various clothing items you were each wearing before the night’s encounter.

you see him fold your pants, the shirt you were wearing, and your bra. he picks up your panties and finally, shyly, meets your gaze, cheeks coloring.

he throws these at you, too. you to put them on.

he’s back to his drawers, pulling out a clean pair of sweatpants for himself. the waistband rests low on his waist as he finally, finally, comes back to bed.

“umm,”

you take this as your cue to leave, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, searching his room for your phone, your keys, your wallet.

“i tend to run pretty cold at night,” he begins, clearing his throat, “do you want an extra blanket incase-

“are you leaving?”

he cuts himself off when he realizes you’re collecting your belongings, your pants already in hand, waiting for you to put them on.

you feel like a deer caught in headlights. your mouth falling open into a soundless oh.

“you want me to stay?” you ask him, unsure

immediately, tsukishima gets defensive, closing himself off, “i mean, no one’s forcing you to.”

he looks away, and you feel like hitting yourself with a hammer repeatedly.

“text me when you get home.” is all he says, still not meeting your eyes.

“tsukki-”

“what.” his tone is harsh. he’s furiously picking at the skin around his cuticles.

“i-i want to stay,” you tell him, nearing him where he is sitting on the edge of his bed. while he still pretends to be upset, he’s readily parting his legs for you to nestle in between them, burrowing his head in your stomach as you stand in front of him, your fingers immediately moving to scratch his scalp the way he likes. his hands gently cup your ass, bringing you closer.

tsukishima breathes in the scent of you and him mixed together through his shirt. you’re good to him. too good sometimes.

the truth is he wants you to stay in his bed (and his heart, and his life) forever.

“call me kei,” he tells you finally, softly, “s’the least you can do after asking me to cum inside you.”

“kei,” you say, smile on your lips, savoring the syllable, “can you get me an extra blanket?”

he huffs, pulling you down to lay beside him, “you won’t need one after i’m done with you.”

Suga and his unnamed little brother whomst we shall call ✨Kitoshi✨ for the sake of why the heck not

gangubai kathiawadi —in aesthetics 🤍

the leaves are going orange….? babe put on when harry met sally right this minute

sweethearts in photo booths (1920s-1960s)