“do you ever think about getting married?”
“um,” atsumu looks at you over his phone screen. “no? we’re babies, dude.”
“we’re twenty,” you sigh, and he watches as you kick your legs up and settle them over his, hooking a hand around your ankle and rubbing his thumb in circles over the nub of bone. “i want to get married.”
“you don’t even have a boyfriend,” he scoffs. “who’re ya gonna marry?”
“i dunno,” your eyes are heavy-lidded, hazy. talking for the sake of talking. he’s listening for the sake of you. “i want… a frat wedding?”
“a what?” he puts his phone down, dropping all semblance of disinterest.
“like, when the american universities have everyone get really drunk and do a pretend wedding for fun. i just want to put streamers everywhere and have a tacky balloon arch and pretend to get married. i want to wear a veil and a miniskirt.”
“okay,” atsumu says hazily, suddenly very aware of the shortness of your shorts and the bareness of the leg he’s touching. miniskirt… “let’s have a frat wedding.”
suddenly, you let out a big huff of air and tip your head back.
“what’s up?” he asks.
“i remembered i don’t have anyone to marry,” you explain. “so no fake wedding.”
you look so dejected, and the corners of your lips are turned down in a pout, and atsumu’s honestly still dedicating about 60% of his brainspace to miniskirt.
“i’ll marry ya,” he says, a little too quickly.
“really?” you say hopefully. “you know that means you’re gonna have to kiss me, right? in front of all of our friends.”
“sounds high-pressure,” atsumu says, lifting your legs out of his lap and setting them aside so he can leverage himself over your prone form. “we’d better start practicin’ now so i don’t embarrass myself.”
not me missing a man… i’m tweaking the fuck out
texting fwb!suna 'happy father's day' and then ignoring his texts and calls just to make him sweat a bit
ugh my god, stupid frat boy gojo that turns out to be nothing like he seems.
yes, he's always at parties and being loud and reckless, but you take a swig of his jack and coke and only get the coke—because he really doesn't like the taste of alcohol that much.
yes, he's dating a new girl once a week and being fawned over constantly and hitting on everyone he sees, but his pick-up lines actually suck ??? and all the partners he moves on from all kind of say the same thing, that he never stops talking and is actually kind of weird ?? the sex isn't good or bad because there's no sex, at all.
and he's also much smarter than he looks and actually studies a lot in the library late at night and is a better tutor in physics than you could ever expected.
just as annoying as you figured, though.
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
➽ [ 6:02 pm ]
your three year old daughter waddles down the hall to find her dad in the kitchen. she had just recently learned questions and once she starts, she doesn't stop. your husband, kuroo, is fully responsible for this.
"hi kitten, i thought you were with mommy," kuroo sees the little sprout of hair poking up from the side of the counter.
"what doing?" she asks as she makes her way beside her dad. kuroo lifts her to sit beside him on a stool.
"i'm decorating a cake for mommy," he says.
"why?" she tilts her head to look at the messily frosted cake.
"for mommy's work tomorrow," he continues as he attempts to make flowers.
"dada," she goes. he pauses to look at her. "what doing?" the back and forth of what and why continued for longer than it should have.
"y/n!" kuroo pleaded. "take your daughter away, shes asking too many questions!"
you make your way from the office space to see your two favorite people. your daughter both hands on the counter to hold her stable. kuroo looks stressed as he continues to make decorations for the cake. "what's going on?" you chuckled.
"mama!" your daughter cheers. "dada making cake."
"i see that, and what are you doing?" you poked her cheek.
"botdering dada," she smiles.
"you're bothering me, on purpose kitten?" kuroo puts down his piping bag to look at her.
"yes!" she laughs. you giggle as well before making eye contact with your husband.
"kitten," he began to scold.
"oh no kitten," you walked over to wrap your arms around your daughter. "daddy's gonna tickle us we gotta go."
"dada no!" she immediately wraps her arms around you neck as you two book it to the bedroom.
kuroo follows quickly after, cornering you on the bed. you two fall back onto the bed, both giggling messes. he crawls on the bed, almost immediately goes to tickle your daughter.
"dada!" she laughs. kuroo pulls away for a second to look at her. "no more please."
"okay, okay, just don't bother daddy like that anymore," he says.
"why?" she asks.
kuroo groans as he lays beside you both, knowing full well he walked into that. "kitten you'll be the death of me."
"why?" you joined in. he looks at you, squinting his eyes at you. both you and your daughter giggle at kuroo, making him face palm.
"hehe i lobe you dada!" your daughter crawls on top of your defeated husband. she litters his face with kisses as repayment for annoying him.
"why kitten?" he jokes. she leans down lightly biting his cheek. "ow! i deserved that. i love you too kitten."
kita tries to be so normal about learning he's going to be a dad, but the next morning he's feeding the chickens and he's suddenly in tears because God one day soon he's going to be teaching his child how to do this -
it’s kinda silly how like people who like the same characters … like the same characters from other series