NANAMIIIIIIi Love Him

⟢ CUTTTING FRUIT FOR YOU !

what bllk boys do when you ask them to cut/peel fruit.

⟢ including ... isagi yoichi, barou shoei, reo mikage, itoshi rin

⟢ notes ... fluff, mentions of knives, mentions of food, picky-ish reader (barou)

ISAGI YOICHI

makes it his life mission to make sure he does it as perfectly as he can.

he takes three minutes to cut his first slice. then, he spends decades trying to eyeball around the same size, and it ends up being so off.

overthinks it so much. he'll be cutting an apple into slices, and one of them comes out as a square. why? he thought you'd rather have bite sized pieces, and this one was "too big".

you can tell he's beating himself up in his head about it because he can't even look you in the eyes when he serves it to you.

please reassure him cutting fruits is not that serious </3

BAROU SHOEI

you don't have to ask, he's forcing you to eat them.

at least once a day he scolds you about your poor eating habits. you want something sweet? well, he'll give you something sweet. fruit.

if you're particularly reluctant, he'll cut things up in the most extravagant ways possible. even just one grape is too pretty to eat because how did he even make it rose shaped with such a massive knife?

he gives up.

when he serves you fruit, the slices are perfect. no blemishes, no odd cuts, all even sizes, picture perfect. you don't even need to inspect each slice because they're just that perfect.

REO MIKAGE

is already cutting fruit for you before you even ask.

it's almost instinct whenever the two of you end up having a conversation in the kitchen. he doesn't stop talking, just preparing a bowl of mixed fruits with all of your favourites at the same time. he's probably got his house stocked up with everything that you like.

if he knows you're eyeing a piece of fruit because you can't wait, he doesn't hesitate to hold up a chunk that he just cut, feeding it to you.

if you don't want it, he'll make you take it anyway. not only is it healthy and refreshing, but also hydrating; you need to eat some.

ITOSHI RIN

always gives you a funny look when you ask.

like he'll do it, but why him?

is suspiciously good at peeling oranges. he could be ripping the thing apart and it'll come out smooth with no piths sticking to it. that's true skill.

if he really wanted to, he could squeeze one with his bare hands and make juice. (copied from sae) he did it once in summer because you were dying for some "nice, fresh orange juice", and your eyes were basically begging him to do the thing.

honestly he'd rather just give you a bowl of small berries and grapes instead of going through the process of cutting fruit.

toji is such an ass when he’s in public by himself like he had the nastiest stank eye but the moment he’s out with his girlfriend he acts so obedient like haiii yesss i will carry your bags for yewww and his hand is behind your back and sometimes in the back pocket of your jeans or the belt loop part and he would lean down to hear you speak to him and he’d respond with ‘yeah ?’ with a stupid, stupid grin and go wherever you wanna go bc he claims he ‘doesn’t have anything better to do’ but he just likes to be with you and ughhhhh i love him

coachella has me thinking abt cherrychella

replace the extremely clingy with avoiding your calls because i don’t have the energy to talk to u

"I want a loser gf" until I lay in my room all day, have 2 friends, socially awkward and extremely clingy

@dearru oh i’m crying…

It’s hard to argue with Suguru.

Not like it is with Satoru, who fights loud, two tempers crashing, both of you saying things you don’t mean but at least saying something. At least with Satoru, everything’s out in the open. Honest. Even when it hurts.

Suguru is different.

He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t combat your words. He just... tightens. Folds inward. Smiles a little too tightly, makes your coffee just the way you like it, overplans your days to “help.” He does everything for you, but never with you. He says he wants peace. Harmony. Love. At first, it felt like being cherished. Now it feels like you’re being caged. Never actually tells you what’s wrong. He’ll go passive-aggressive, clean the entire kitchen in silence, disappear into his thoughts for hours while insisting he’s fine. He’ll bottle everything up until you’re the only one spilling over. Until you look like the one who’s too much.

You try to bring it up - you try. That you feel smothered. That he never talks to you. That his silence makes you feel like you're the only one bleeding while he stands there pretending he’s not even scratched.

But he doesn’t respond. Doesn’t argue. Doesn’t even look at you. Just sits there, staring at the floor, leg bouncing, fists tight on his lap like it physically pains him to have this conversation. You hate raising your voice. But you feel like you’re screaming into a void.

And when you finally slam the bedroom door shut, frames rattling, it’s not because you’re angry. It’s because he stopped trying. He stopped meeting you halfway. Stopped seeing you.

He doesn’t follow, just sits there, biting back the tears. Biting down the words he wants to say but doesn’t know how. “Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. Please tell me how to fix this.” But nothing comes out.

Because if he lets the fire out, he’s afraid there’ll be nothing left.

Hours later, when the house is dark and your breathing’s turned soft in the guest room, he creeps in. Picks you up carefully, warm palms slipping underneath you. Carries you back to your shared bed. You stir, but don’t wake, and he thinks maybe that’s a blessing.

Pulls you close, tucks you against his chest, arms wrapped around you like he’s trying to glue the pieces back together without you noticing. Then, quietly, he cries. Doesn’t sob. Doesn’t shake the bed. Just lets the tears roll down his cheeks, one by one, into your hair. His fingers curl tightly into your shirt. His chest rises and falls with the kind of grief he’s never spoken aloud.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, again and again, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry I make it so hard to love me. I’m sorry I keep breaking things. I don’t know how to stop.”

You don’t move. Maybe you’re still asleep. Maybe you’re pretending.

He doesn’t mean to cry. He’s so careful, always so careful, with you, with the house, with the weight of everything he carries but never speaks about. But when he lays you down in the bed, when you shift just slightly and curl instinctively toward him even in sleep, something in him buckles. Brushes the hair from your face with trembling fingers. The pad of his thumb drags gently beneath your eye, wiping away the last of your tears, but his own are already falling.

His broad shoulders start to shake, just barely, like he’s trying to hold even his grief in check. A soft, broken breath leaves him, one he bites down on so hard it sounds more like a choke than a sob.

“I don’t know how to keep you,” he whispers, voice raw. “I don’t know how to stop ruining it.” Closing his eyes, pressing his face into the curve of your neck. Tries to breathe you in like you’re still his. Like he hasn’t already pushed you too far.

“I just wanted to make it perfect. I thought if I could just... if I could make everything perfect, then maybe you'd stay. That nothing would go wrong.”

He swallows another sob, muffles it into your skin. Every apology he didn’t say earlier pours out in pieces now, scattered and soft and full of everything he buried beneath that calm mask.

“I’m sorry I don’t know how to talk. I’m sorry I make you feel small. I just - ” his voice breaks again, “ - I was so scared. I’m always scared.”

He thinks you’re asleep. Thinks you don't feel the way his strong body trembles. Doesn’t know you’re awake now, barely breathing, listening to the truth he only speaks in quiet moments. You realize he’s not trying to control you out of malice.

He’s just a man surrounded by love, who never actually learned how to love.

HUH WAIT U DOING MOOD BOARDS NOW?!

Help that's so cool and fun!

GOOD LUCK 🫡

i do them for my moots whenever i’m bored LMAOO

so basically i moved almost a week ago? n it’s been hectic n also the reason why ive had no motivation to write/make smaus. Anywho it’s v different neighborhood than my last, but i genuinely enjoy it more i dunno it’s more cultured. Although the only thing is we’re closer now to apart of [redacted college] campus so i’ll see how that goes.

i love tumblr hoes so bad

Brazil Oikawa🇧🇷

AWWW OMGG WHQT THE FREAK I LOVE

girl dads ♡ ft. atsumu miya

a/n: got a request for this and been thinking of haikyuu men as girl dads too... definitely going to do the MSBY-4 because i feel like they would all be amazing girl dads. for now, here's the atsumu version!

wc: 507

girldad!atsumu who bought you one of those huge post-birth sushi platters because "ya worked so hard babe... it's the least i can do!"

girldad!atsumu who made sure you got the absolute best treatment once you were back at home... kept you fed, well-rested, wouldn't let you get up for anything minor.

"tsumuuuu, i can make myself some light food!"

"nuh-uh. no stress for the mama. what am i here for then?"

girldad!atsumu who unironically calls over the entirety of msby-4 to look after your precious girls. not one, but four beefy men looking after them. if atsumu was bossy before, he's even bossier now..

"shoyo! i told ya, it's not how y'do that! c'mere, i'll show you again." whenever hinata tucked the girls different from how atsumu does it.

bonus: sakusa doesn't sit around either. he might hate germs and all things slimy and dirty, but you know that man's in the kitchen with osamu planning an adequate meal schedule for you so that you get all the nutrients you need (atsumu's very strict about this too lol)

"ya sure she can have this? looks weird to me."

"she'll be fine, 'tsumu." osamu retorts. "it ain't like 'm feeding her pufferfish!"

girldad!atsumu who, once your sweet little daughters are older, will at any possible moment play princess or tea party with them. hey, he might not be home often, but girl dad atsumu loves the tea party gossip with his girls! he can't miss out on that.

"no way baby... and ms. teddy said that to ya?" atsumu gasps dramatically.

on a similar note, girldad!atsumu who is immediately covered in glitter and pink eyeshadow as soon as he's back home from a tournament. "s'alright. they're making me even more beautiful than usual!" which earns a light, playful smack from one of your daughters, "no talking, papa!!!"

girldad!atsumu who's a professional athlete, so of course you guys get front row seats at all of his tournaments. of course he made sure the girls got tailored msby jerseys with his surname on the back! the commentators always make sure to note this.

girldad!atsumu who's not overprotective, but definitely protective of his cute little family. makes sure that whenever he can't be there to help you, osamu is.

"'samu. did y'get the groceries?"

"yeeeees 'tsumu. told ya like five times... i ain't here to do yer biddin'!" he's only joking though, because he cares for you just as much.

girldad!atsumu who is super serious about your daughters' choice of men when they're older. not in a bad way! just... in a dad way. the typical hand shaking. the interrogative questioning. 8PM curfews justified with, "they're my little girls! they're too young!!" after you scold him for nearly scaring the boys off.

girldad!atsumu who would cry at your girls' weddings. full on snotty SOBBING. loud about it too. he just loves them so much, can't believe they grew up so fast.

girldad!atsumu who would give your daughters the world and beyond.

a/n: I HOPPPPEEEE this is what anon was looking for!! and also i hope the grammar's fine cuz i did not proofread it lollllsss...