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Suoh Mikoto x Reader (Hints of PLATONIC Kusanagi Izumo x Reader)        “Wake up, sleepyhead,” you whispered, draping an arm over Mikoto’s torso as you rested your cheek on his shoulder. Warmth was on bare skins and the sun’s rays peeked through the blinds, emitting light and shadow. When you received a grunt in response, you sighed and leaned up to kiss his jaw. “The others are waiting for you to join them in breakfast, you know.” Another grunt resounded from the man, Suoh Mikoto, otherwise known as the Red King. Or well, your boyfriend. He turned over for easier access of wrapping his arm around your wai

Bokuto Koutarou x Reader Note: Reader is a student at Fukurodani. Year is unspecified. Sorry if this is short ;v;        "Akaashi-san, who's that? The one who looks annoyed at captain," Haruki Komi asked the vice captain, eyebrows raised in curiosity as he looked at you. Akaashi's gaze followed and shrugged - Bokuto was probably annoying you, like always Most of the time you didn't mind but today you seemed irritable more than usual. The dark circles under your eyes gave an immediate answer, but why would you be tired? You didn't seem to do much apart from laze around (he couldn't find a better phrase to describe it) and support Bokuto at ma

Sawamura Daichi x Reader Note: Reader is a third-year student in Karasuno.         The smell of grilled meat and vegetables entered your nostrils as you walked towards your fellow third-year friends, the paper plate of [favourite BBQ menu] in your hands, ready to be eaten and savored. There it is, the smile that he could stare at for the entire day. It rested on your lips and the corners of your eyes crinkled slightly, your smile forming into a wider grin. "You guys did great today," you complimented, looking at the team captain in particular. "I have to admit, you really do act like the father of the team." You laughed and Sugawara joined in

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader Note: Reader is a student in Aobajousai. Year is unspecified.        Aobajousai and Shiratorizawa's cheers echoed throughout the large gymnasium as the two teams continued their third round of volleyball. A person (you forgot his name, but he was your senior)'s voice came through his own turquoise megaphone, which signalled for everyone to sing along. "Go, go, go, go, go, Seijo!" Your two megaphones knocked against each other as you sang along to the chant for your school, Aobajousai. "Push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, Seijo!" The line was repeated by other classmates and students. You grinned and hopped