one shots of the haikyuu breed {on-going}

twas the night before christmas

"Twas the night before christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. the volleyball nets were tucked away in the closet with care and hopes that nationals soon would be there..."

suga smiled at hinata and kageyama, who snuggled against each other snoring softly. daichi read quietly, hoping to soothe them all to sleep. tsukishima had his arms crossed and his feet sticking out from beneath the sheets, however he didn't make a peep of protest when yamaguchi yawned and tucked himself in a ball of warmth against tsukki's side. kiyoko rocked yachi in her arms gently.

kunimi and kindaichi, with his pineapple hair, were tucked in neatly by yahaba, who kyotani nuzzled against from behind. lev sprawled across a bed of his very own, his limbs dangling from the sides.

eita smiled down at a sweet snoring ushiwaka with goshiki and shirabu resting on his strong chest. he kissed them each on their foreheads.

"the first years were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of passing and tossing danced in their heads, and mama in her kerchief and i in my cap had just settled our brains for our long winter nap..."

a few rooms over, bokuto finished washing up. he walked out, his body still covered in beads of water which seemed gold in the light. he flipped off the switch with his towel wrapped around his waist and another scrubbing to dry his hair. "akaaaaashiiiiii, do i have to go to sleep?" he whined, then shook his hair like a dog.

akaashi looked up from his book, the faint candle light glinting off the specs resting on his nose. he resisted rolling his eyes in annoyance. it's christmas, be pleasant, it's christmas be pleasant, it's christmas be pleasant-- "of course bokuto-san." He closed the large book in his hands placing it on the nightstand. he took off his glasses and rested them on top of his book. "it's christmas after all, if you don't go to sleep than santa will never come."

bokuto's mouth turned into a gapping hole as he gasped. "you're right! i didn't even think of that," he sprinted to the bed tearing back the covers and burrowing beneath them and rested his head on his pillow. he blew out the candle, and sighed deeply.

"you know you're still naked right?"

"the moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of mid-day to objects below, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature meme, and oh shit boi whaddup, they're here with a sexy ass driver, such a sassy little thing, i knew in a moment it must be the great king. more rapid than silly eagles they came, and he whistled and shouted, and called them by name:

now noya! now tanaka! now futakuchi and teru! on tendou! on koganegawa, aone! to the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! now dash away, dash away, dash away all."

"as dry leaves that before the hurricanes fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a sleigh full of volleyballs and the great king, too. and then, in a twinkling i heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof."

daichi sprinted out of the room, where the lovely suga had fallen asleep with the first years into the living room. he could hear something on the roof, and he couldn't believe his ears.

oikawa laughed heartily on the roof, hand on his hip with a sack of presents over his shoulder. "all these little fucks don't really deserve my services."

iwaizumi spun around, kicking him in the thigh causing him to yelp in surprise and pain. "be quiet, shittykawa."

"as i drew in my head, and was turning around, through the chimney came the great king with a bound. he was dressed in fabulous furs from his head to foot, and his coat and hair was tarnished by ash and soot; a cart of balls carried by daishou at his back, who looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

his eyes--how they twinkled! his dimples--how gorgeous! the great king's scooping nose and the way he smelled like roses. his eyes milky and smooth, and his chocolate hair appeal to any with a sweet tooth. his limbs were long and lithe, and his ass oh so impeccably tight. a wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to know i had nothing to dread."

oikawa groaned at the bottom of the chimney, rubbing his back unceremoniously. "fuck that, never again." he muttered before looking back up and shielding his eyes. "daishou, tendou, kuroo, maki, and matsu! stop bickering with iwa-chan and bring the presents."

"if you jingle my bells i'll bring them down!" matsu called, popping his head out over the opening exposing his shit-eating grin.

"we all know the only bells he's been jingling this year are iwaizumi's!" hana laughed, leaning over the edge as well.

there was a small sounds resembling smacking, and then inaudible complaints.

"um, oikawa-san... what're you doing in the lodge?" daichi asked incredulously.

"i'm bringing everyone all their shit they forgot, and volleyball stuff." he said, standing and brushing his butt off. "that is quite the fall, y'know."

"right..." daichi muttered, stepping back as the others fell down the chimney.

only daishou, tendou, and kuroo emerged, covered in soot.

"fuck this, dude, i'm going to see kenma." kuroo muttered, before leaving quietly.

"i hate christmas." daishou groaned, as he and tendon shruggled to open the drawstring sack.

"it's like a three month long ordeal." tendon sighed, as they finally opened the bag.

"okay, lets just get this over with..." oikawa muttered. "i'm not in a good mood. the fall messed up my hair."

they dumped the bag on the ground haphazardly, placing them under the tree or in stockings. they even put daichi to work.

"i guess that's it..." oikawa shrugged, staring into the bag. "now to get it back up there..."

daichi pointed to the door. "there's a ladder in the garage."

"the great king laughed, and put the door they go. he and his elves trekked through the snow. once upon the roof, they packed their things, and flew off into the horizon on their imagined wings. it was a crazy thing, daichi swears, he never thought the great king could care. but his voice carried in the wind, even after he was out of sight, "merry christmas to all, and to all a good night."

a/n: hahahahaha gomen this is a piece of shit hope you laughed/enjoyed a lil bit. merry christmas friends