one shots of the haikyuu breed {on-going}

To the Top...or Bottom? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

AN: Season 4 Haikyuu to the top being aired means... well, I think you know what that means. *Ahem* *whispers behind hand w lenny face like the one eye bitch in hercules saying "it's gonna be big" (google it it's a fucking great reference im funny)* steamy smut. it means steamy smut. Welcome to my fucking playground.

The TV fizzled, little grey lines appearing here and there before Vikings cut off completely and the flatscreen went dark. The upside of living in the mountains was the lovely views in the morning, the snow being fluffy and pure, animals trailing around forever fascinating Hinata. They also protected the pair from neighborly disputes from Hinata's rambunctious behavior and generally loud voice. Especially on nights like this.

However, on nights like this, dead in the middle of winter, the TV would fuck up occasionally. But the snow storm had walled them in, and they knew it was a matter of time before it went out. It was older, and kind of shitty. Tsukki had warned Hinata that it wouldn't work well, but Hinata had been so ecstatic about the deal Tsukki couldn't stop him. He didn't mind much, either way. As long as he could watch archeological documentaries, he was satisfied.

After the TV shut off, they sat for a moment of silence, however brief.

"GWAAAH!" Hinata cried out, throwing himself back into the couch. "We were just about to see what happened to Ivar and if that's actually his wife, what the shit!"

Tsukki rolled his eyes, adjusted his glasses, and wrapped himself around Hinata. "It's the same actress, and the Rus dude is kind of crazy. Could be her, but we'll still find out if it's her when the TV starts working again," He nuzzled his nose into Hinata's neck as he spoke softly. "It's recorded after all."

Hinata huffed and crossed his arms petulantly within the embrace. "But I wanna know now."

Tsukki sighed, releasing Hinata. "I'll go get the hand held so you can occupy yourself. Do you want some tea?"

"Yeah, and heat up some of those meat bun's we got from Ukkai's shop yesterday," Hinata spun around and leaned over the top of the couch. He watched as Tsukki began to disappear into the kitchen. "Wait!"

Kei placed a hand on the kitchen door, before turning to look over his shoulder and patiently wait for Hinata to finish.

"When are we gonna make Valentine's day chocolates?" Hinata beamed.

Tsukki narrowed his eyes. "It's January, and they turned out horribly last year anyways."

"I thought mine were pretty good."

"You will literally eat anything and be happy about it."

"Fine!" Hinata huffed. "Then, make two slices of that strawberry shortcake, too, and make the milk tea extra sweet and add that strawberry and vanilla extract so it like, errr, matches?" Hinata rolled over again so he was hanging upside down, half off the couch.

Tsukki was expressionless, but his golden eyes lit up a bit. "Hai, hai, my little sunshine."

Hinata grinned, and continued to roll around the couch impatiently, the pillows on the couch thrown around like a tornado hit it. The lights flickered, once, twice, three times, before going out completely. Hinata shot upright, his eyes wide and hair mussed up around his head. The house was dark and silent. Hinata shivered, as if the freeze from outside had already crept across his skin. He took a deep breath, and leapt over the couch and ran to the kitchen. He burst through the swinging door, and Tsukki barely had enough time to figure out what the fuck was happening.

Hinata jumped and wrapped himself around Tsukki, his legs tight around his hips, his nose tucked into the crook of Kei's neck. Tsukki's momentary panic dissolved instantly, one hand spread against his back and the other bracing Hinata's butt.