Oikawa, Tsukki , Kageyama, Bokuto and Ushiwaka with their S.Os and teasing them about their short height (loads of fluff pls) ❤️❤️
PART ONE: OIKAWA AND TSUKISHIMA
Oikawa:
It was Pocky Day! The day when all the couples and best friends and friends and even acquaintances did the Pocky game.
Oikawa Tooru, being your boyfriend, constantly asked you to do it with him. In the morning that was the first thing he said to you. During lessons he threw notes at you asking you to do the Pocky game with him. Every time you said no because you just didn’t feel like it.
You did feel like eating Pocky though so during lunch you were just minding your own business, sitting in your desk while snacking on some delicious chocolate-dipped biscuits when suddenly.
Plop.
An arm rests on your head mid-Pocky. The sound of your dear boyfriend talking to his friends confirmed your suspicions. Oikawa was using you as an arm rest.
“Tooru.”
“Yes?”
“Please don’t do that.”
“Why not?” He said in a teasing manner.
“I don’t like it,” you pouted, hoping that your expression would convince him.
“Too bad you’re too short, (Y/N)~ your head is the perfect height for my arm.” Clearly it wasn’t since it was a bit of a struggle for him to even place his arm there properly but at this point, no amount of arguing could stop him from doing what he wanted.
“I’ll do the Pocky game with you.”
“…”
“…”
“… what did you say?”
“I said I’ll do the Pocky game with you-”
Instantly his arm left your head and he scooped you into a hug. He nuzzled his face against yours and whined a little as he spoke, “oh my dear (Y/N), I knew you’d fall for my charm.”
“What? What charm?-”
“Shh”–Tsukishima:
“Tsukki can you help me get that jar?” You asked politely as you struggled on your tippy toes to even reach the second lowest cabinet. To be fair, the first cabinet was already pretty high, not to mention the second one.
Currently your dear boyfriend was sitting on the couch, watching some documentary on dinosaurs. As usual, he simply sighed and told you to do it yourself. “Maybe you should just stop being short.”
“It’s not my choice, Tsukki.”
“I know.”
“… You’re not making sense-”
“Shh, (Y/N), dinosaurs.”
As much of a sweet person he could be sometimes, he was mostly a dick.
“O-kay then,” you mumbled to yourself before hopping a little, your fingers brushed against the jar. “Almost there-” your murmur was cut off by your gasp as you accidentally knocked the jar off the shelf.
You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the inevitable pain that was going to be the glass jar breaking against your skull.
But nothing. Instead you found your back to be pressed against a certain someone’s chest while that someone’s arm was around your waist; with his free hand having caught the jar.
“You could’ve hurt yourself,” he said simply, his grasp on your waist tensed a little as he said that.
“You could’ve just helped me from the start,” you replied.
“I know,” he said, nuzzling his face into your hair lightly. “I’ll help you next time…”
“Aw thanks-”
“Because you’re just so inconveniently short, dammit.”