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infinitely yours

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it’s saturday morning, and his eyes trace the outline your figure beneath the bedsheets. you look like a sculpture with the way the fabric hugs your curves—you surely belong in a gallery, he thinks, incomparable to any other artwork.

the early morning sun spills on the bed, a soft golden glow illuminating the both of you. it’s finally a lazy day, a day to sleep in, yet here he is, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you rest peacefully beside him.

oh, how lucky he is.

as the sun rises higher, he reaches out to touch your face; his fingers lightly skim across your cheek, drinking in your beauty. you are absolutely ethereal, your presence alone providing both comfort in his heart and butterflies in his stomach.

maybe that’s why he calls you his angel. you came into his life and only made it better, made it sweeter, made it brighter. you saved him from himself.

and everyday—like this, with the sight of you next to him—he’s reminded daily just how lucky he is to be infinitely yours.

tetsuro kuroo, keiji akaashi, koushi sugawara, hajime iwaizumi, daichi sawamura, osamu miya, shinsuke kita, atsumu miya, tooru oikawa, your fav <3

a/n: i thought of this when i was rotting in bed this morning and saw this pin. i love cuddly mornings

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If we don't win, it's all over. And it's too soon for things to end for us here.

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pretty angel

autumn is akaashi's favorite season. the summer heat ebbs away into a pleasant chill, the crisp air foreshadowing colder months ahead. despite this, he's always liked the warmth in the trees as amber hues provide a stark contrast against the ashen sky. but most of all, he looks forward to seeing your face light up as he hands you your favorite hot drink.

"you didn't have to," you utter, yet the way your eyes sparkle says otherwise.

"but i wanted to," he replies swiftly.

he watches you raise the cup to your lips and take a tentative sip, warmth spreading from the top of his head to his toes when you hum contendedly. akaashi's smile is hidden behind his scarf, but the crinkle of his eyes betrays him.

your lips quirk upwards when you notice his subdued giddiness. "thank you, keiji."

the crunch of dry leaves accompanies the sound of your voice. akaashi thinks he quite enjoys this—spending autumn evenings wandering aimlessly while listening to you talk about your day. when the wind picks up, he interlaces his fingers with yours and slips his other hand into his coat pocket, feeling the extra pair of mittens that he keeps for you.

and just as the leaves fall every year without fail, akaashi falls for you time and time again.

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You look sad, don't be worried. It's all okay, let us meet again, over and over.

can't believe im saying this but long time no megumi

xiangli yao — ‘ THE ULTIMATE TRUTH ’

the instant the temperatures begin to drop, it's a signal to atsumu to prepare himself for the months ahead. not because he doesn't fare well in cold weather—atsumu tends to run hot, but you? all the layers of clothing and blankets couldn't prevent the frigid winter air from nipping at you.

atsumu likes to complain about being your personal heater, but you can't help it if your fingers and toes are still freezing even after putting on snug mittens or fuzzy socks.

"yer feet are like ice blocks," he grumbles when your cold extremities brush against his legs. the heat radiating off of him is a warmly welcomed respite from the chilly outside world.

"i can't help it, 'tsumu. winter has a personal vendetta against me apparently."

despite his whining, he does nothing to stop you from tangling your legs with his. or snaking your hands underneath his shirt. or burying your face in the crook of his neck.

your teeth chatter involuntarily even as you're buried beneath two quilts and a comforter, and atsumu feels a wave of protectiveness, securing his arms firmly around your shivering form.

he pretends to be disgruntled, but affection seeps through his words. "are ya happy?"

snuggling closer to him, you hum contentedly, and he feels your smile against his skin. the light touch of your fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on his bare back sends tingles down his spine like stray sparks from a bonfire.

he'll never admit it but atsumu is secretly happy to be your hearth. because even though it may be cold outside, when you're holding him close, how can he deny the swelling warmth in his heart?

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can't get enough of saying how beomgyu looks so good in blonde ..

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