Ship/Character: Konoha Akinori&/Semi Eita Fandom: Haikyuu!! Major Tags: None Other Tags: Fluff, implied sexual situations, Word Count: 502 Remix Permission: Please ask, this has turned into a collection of short fics
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Konoha is in the kitchen when he hears the door to their - their, he’s not about to get over that- apartment open,
“In the kitchen, apple!” He calls out, turning pack to the stove to watch over the pan, rather proud of himself as he prepares dinner: Semi didn’t trust him alone in the kitchen only a month prior, too worried for his safety (frankly, he didn’t trust himself either). He hears a muffled thud in the entrance followed by a shuffle of feet and suddenly he’s stumbling a little to stay upright as Semi collapses into him, his arms snaking around his waist, “Tough practice?” He asks softly once he’s regained his footing.
Semi lets out a low groan, rubbing his forehead into Konoha’s shoulder,
“The worst. I’m so hungry, baby,” He lets out,
“Patience my love, it’s almost ready,” Semi grumbles into his shoulder and bites down hard enough that Konoha makes an indignant sound,
“Eita!”
“Angel pie, I’m so hungry. I swear I will eat the kitchen chair in thirty minutes if I have to,” Konoha chokes on air at his lover’s response,
“Just- babe, sit down, there’ll be food in five minu-uuuutes!!!” Konoha lets the last word draw out and turn into a cry as his partner does as he’s told, taking a step back and flopping down onto the kitchen chair he’s just threatened to eat.
Without releasing him.
Konoha sighs in fond exasperation, lightly slapping at the hands locked around his waist.
“You can’t complain about being hungry if the food burns, sweetheart, we can cuddle after you’ve been fed, how’s that?” He tries to negotiate. Semi grumbles but concedes, hunger obviously stronger than his need to cuddle as he releases his lover.
Konoha gets up, helped by a pair of hands on his lower back, and returns to the stove,
- Once they’ve eaten and played footsie under the kitchen table, they fall into their easy routine of washing the dishes, Semi washing and Konoha drying and putting everything away - the last time Konoha had washed up he’d cut himself on a butter knife, so he’d been banned from washing duties until further notice. Once everything has been washed, dried, an put away in their respective place Konoha takes Semi by the hand and guides him to the couch, the two of them falling in a heap of limbs as Konoha turns the TV flipping the channels over until he finds one of the many game shows they like watching.
They settle, Semi laying in Konoha’s lap as the latter combs his fingers through his hair,
“Hey button?” Semi asks suddenly, turning so he can look up at his lover. Konoha hums in question, looking away from the screen so he can stare back into hazel eyes instead,
“Can I have you for dessert later?” Semi asks, gaze still fixed on the screen. Konoha doesn’t even pause, smiling fondly and rolling his eyes,
FILL: Team Sowlmates, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Fluff, implied sexual situations,
Word Count: 502
Remix Permission: Please ask, this has turned into a collection of short fics
crawls out from the darkness to post this and crawls back again
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Konoha is in the kitchen when he hears the door to their - their, he’s not about to get over that- apartment open,
“In the kitchen, apple!” He calls out, turning pack to the stove to watch over the pan, rather proud of himself as he prepares dinner: Semi didn’t trust him alone in the kitchen only a month prior, too worried for his safety (frankly, he didn’t trust himself either). He hears a muffled thud in the entrance followed by a shuffle of feet and suddenly he’s stumbling a little to stay upright as Semi collapses into him, his arms snaking around his waist, “Tough practice?” He asks softly once he’s regained his footing.
Semi lets out a low groan, rubbing his forehead into Konoha’s shoulder,
“The worst. I’m so hungry, baby,” He lets out,
“Patience my love, it’s almost ready,” Semi grumbles into his shoulder and bites down hard enough that Konoha makes an indignant sound,
“Eita!”
“Angel pie, I’m so hungry. I swear I will eat the kitchen chair in thirty minutes if I have to,” Konoha chokes on air at his lover’s response,
“Just- babe, sit down, there’ll be food in five minu-uuuutes!!!” Konoha lets the last word draw out and turn into a cry as his partner does as he’s told, taking a step back and flopping down onto the kitchen chair he’s just threatened to eat.
Without releasing him.
Konoha sighs in fond exasperation, lightly slapping at the hands locked around his waist.
“You can’t complain about being hungry if the food burns, sweetheart, we can cuddle after you’ve been fed, how’s that?” He tries to negotiate. Semi grumbles but concedes, hunger obviously stronger than his need to cuddle as he releases his lover.
Konoha gets up, helped by a pair of hands on his lower back, and returns to the stove,
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Once they’ve eaten and played footsie under the kitchen table, they fall into their easy routine of washing the dishes, Semi washing and Konoha drying and putting everything away - the last time Konoha had washed up he’d cut himself on a butter knife, so he’d been banned from washing duties until further notice. Once everything has been washed, dried, an put away in their respective place Konoha takes Semi by the hand and guides him to the couch, the two of them falling in a heap of limbs as Konoha turns the TV flipping the channels over until he finds one of the many game shows they like watching.
They settle, Semi laying in Konoha’s lap as the latter combs his fingers through his hair,
“Hey button?” Semi asks suddenly, turning so he can look up at his lover. Konoha hums in question, looking away from the screen so he can stare back into hazel eyes instead,
“Can I have you for dessert later?” Semi asks, gaze still fixed on the screen. Konoha doesn’t even pause, smiling fondly and rolling his eyes,
“Do you even have to ask?”
He's screaming 'yes' an hour later