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YOU FALL ASLEEP IN THE PASSENGER SEAT DURING A LONG DRIVE — HAIKYUU

feat — timeskip!atsumu, iwaizumi, sakusa, suna + osamu.

warnings — none just fluff !

note — this will always be held close to my heart <3

ఌ ATSUMU his fingers drum along to the beat of your favourite song as it plays quietly on the radio and he smiles softly at the way your head is resting to the side a bit, your hand loosely intertwined with his free one across the centre console. your sleepy grip only causes him to hold on tighter, while warmth blooms in his chest when he watches your nose twitches as the sun beams through the window. the car slows when he notices the red light and atsumu smiles when he finally turns to admire the sun against your skin, his features soft because your hand feels warm in his, and it’s similar to the feeling of the sun that warms his skin now. he sighs, a content sound before bringing your intertwined hands to his lips before he allows them to graze over your knuckles — a raspy “a love ya” spoken into the silence against your skin after, because everything that atsumu knew about love, felt exactly like the love he found in you.

ఌ IWAIZUMI his palm lay flat against your skin as he smoothes it over your thighs gently, smiling when he feels you nuzzle deeper into his broad bicep thats stretched over your figure in favour of you curling around it to rest against it. you always insisted you slept better when you had him, so when he watched you stifle a yawn it seemed natural for his arm to find its place — almost as natural as loving you felt. hajime slows as he nears a speed bump, his arm pressing against you lightly and he’s silently hoping you’re not jostled awake when the car jumps, your cheek smooshing a little against his muscle and even though he’s pretty sure there’s some drool on his shirt now, he still smiles because with you, the warmth in his chest still felt familiar. his hand on your thigh offering an affectionate squeeze at the realisation because he can only hope you feel the weight of his love tenfold, because it was still you.

ఌ SAKUSA the car slows at the red light and he looks at you for a moment, your soft breathing filling the peaceful silence that settles in the car and he doesn’t realise he’s smiling, because all he can focus on is the warmth in his heart and the way it seems to beat for you. a whine sounds from your lips as you begin to shake awake, but kiyoomi’s palm is quick to rest against your cheek, his voice gentle as his thumb smoothes over the skin to calm you — and a little pride swells in his chest when it soothes you back into your slumber, his hand resting there for a few seconds longer before the light turns back green, and he gives you one last glance before his eyes are back on the road. with a warmth in his heart and a smile on his lips because it was moments like this where kiyoomi knew, that despite the hours of driving he still had left, love with you made him feel like he’d already made it.

ఌ SUNA his chin rests against his forearms as they cross over the steering wheel infront of him, grumbling quietly at the queues of traffic infront even though it’s already a little past 11pm at night, but all annoyance immediately leaves his body when his head turns in favour of looking at you instead. your head is rested against the passenger side window, while your phone is still resting in your hand, and he feels himself smile at the warmth that blooms in his cheeks at the sight. suna’s head rising quietly from its place before his hand reaches towards you, pulling your phone from your hand in favour of replacing it with his own. your skin feels warm against his palm when he rests your hand in his lap, humming contently as his thumb brushes over your knuckles and he’s still smiling, because now he’s silently thanking the queues of traffic infront of him for allowing him to live in this moment, with you, for a little bit longer.

ఌ OSAMU his hand ran through his slightly messy, dark hair as he slumps against his seat, muscles heavy from a long day but when he glances over to your sleepy features in the passenger seat, his old onigiri miya sweater on your body and your eyelashes resting against your cheeks, he swears they feel weightless. osamu’s movements were always practiced, calculated—but there was something about the erratic beating of his heart that had began to feel familiar around you. his hand reaching out to rest against your thigh, holding you still with his broad bicep when he makes a particularly tight turn in the hopes to not wake you as he mumbles something soothing under his breath. “i’ve got ya, sweetheart.” he breathes, but his touch lingers there a little longer as he smiles at the feeling of your skin under his palm, because for once — he didn’t feel in control when he fell in love with you, but he finds himself smiling as the car slows to stop, his head finally turning as he gazes at you, because osamu wouldn’t have it any other way.