- NCT (Band) (1)
"I don't know if they would like chocolate, so I gave them flowers." Yuta easily answers the question. It suddenly became quiet but then the goalkeeper decided to break it.
"You sent flowers to the guy you liked huh? Man, Yuta you are whipped!" Johnny says with a teasing tone, making the other raise his middle fingers.
"Shut the fuck up man," Yuta warns him, eyes becoming sharper as he becomes serious.
"So who's the lucky guy?" Jaehyun rests his chin on his hand as he waits for the other to answer.
"Kim Doyoung" Yuta replies, feeling suddenly brave enough to say it without hesitation.
"Kim Doyoung? Isn't that guy allergic to flowers or something?" Johnny questions.
“Is this some kind of sex thing?”
Tsukishima types it quickly, presses send, and closes his laptop so the words can’t stare back at him as his face turns as red as a beet.
Later he reads the terse response.
“I apologize. I thought I was very clear. Of course this is sexual in nature, but I do not expect much. I would like to buy you things and, in return, I would like to see you enjoy them. Also, if you could continue to call me ‘sir,’ I will make it worth your effort.”
Tsukishima is an over-worked, underpaid college student and then the universe delivers an arrangement with a statuesque god of a man.
Half waking due to an unknown reason, Kei stretched, groaning softly before rolling onto his side. His hand slid over the still-warm sheets in search but found the opposite side empty. Yawning, he blinked his sleep-heavy eyes open into little slits. A gentle glow flowed into the room from the hallway, the soft flood of light cascaded across the floor and over the bed, reaching just high enough to mildly irritate his eyes. Pushing up onto his elbow he rubbed roughly at his eyes, picking the crust of sleep from them before squinting a glance around the room.
The house lay quiet, still, and he realized that both Kou and their Corgi puppy, unfortunately, named beefcake without his permission, were no longer in bed. The sheets, however, still held enough warmth to prove to him that they had been just moments ago.
- Part 1 of Cold and Cozy
“It's a twin!”
“Better stay on your side unless you want to get crushed.”
“I'm not sleeping with you!” Tsukishima exclaimed, neck running hot when the words settled in the air.
The tall blond really enjoyed the atmosphere at the races. He enjoyed the cars. He enjoyed seeing his brother happy.
There may have been just one more thing he enjoyed about going...
Now a part of the crowd, Tsukishima felt a sharp nudge against his arm, and looked down to see Yamaguchi grinning up at him.
“There's Kuroo,” Yamaguchi whispered, jerking his head.
Ah, yes. That. Him.
Kuroo Tetsurou, two years his senior and, if you asked Tsukishima, the hottest man on earth. He was standing around an open hood with two others, dressed in a tight maroon shirt that allowed a glimpse of the hard muscles underneath and black cargo pants with way too many pockets, but damn it, it suited him. It suited him almost as much as the three piercings in his right ear, and the thick silver snake chain around his neck, and that thick mess of hair that stuck out in odd angles but still managed to look good, and-
“You're drooling,” Yamaguchi snickered.
"Later that evening, when Akaashi is gone and the family is sitting together at the dinner table, his mother tells him that she can teach him how to cook. They have their first lesson the following day, when his mother walks him through the process of boiling some rice. It ends up with his father calling the fire department, and his mother stating that he's never going to get any closer than five feet from her stove ever again. That's how she decides to sign him up for cooking lessons. He complains about it, but she says that attendance until he finishes high school is mandatory if he wants to prove that he'll be able to survive on his own. It’s either that, or being the pro volleyball player who starves to death."
Or: the one in which Bokuto is forced by his mother to join a cooking class, and a very nice old lady in cooking school tries to set him up with her grandson.