Haikyuu!! Oneshots

Loosen Up #2 (Kenjiro Shirabu)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Toujou Sakana]

Requested by: The Ghost of Easter Past
[Idea inspired by a character drawling video on Pinterest; Made by eleeza. Here's the link: https://pin.it/13pr3efSy]

Drawling I Got
Classmate - Tendo
Mentor - Nishanoya
Lover - Shirabu
Rival - Yaku
Position - Libero
Best Friend - Tanaka
Sibling - Shirofuku
Team - Shiratorizawa
Childhood Friend - Kindaichi

Word Count: 4,543

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:
- Name Calling: Sweetheart, Bitch, Darling, Babe
- Spanking
- Slight Misogyny
- Mentions of Depression
- Mentions of Divorce/Broken Home

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Kenjiro's hand rubs light lazy circles into my thigh as he stays stretched out on the floor. My back is pressed to his side, sitting propped up against him. Tendo is resting against me too, his arms loose around my hips and his head buried downward in my lap so I can do his hair.
Mornings like this are my favorite. Quiet. Soft. Comforting. The soft buzz of the boys getting ready, the team hovering around me as they prep for the day. Usually, the only time I get mornings like this is for away games or the occasional practice games at the colleges they practice with.
My hands routinely slide through Tendo's hair, the gel he uses feeling sticky on my fingers as I set his style. The middle blocker hums a tone as he drawls designs against the floor boards, paired with the soft beat of Kenjiro's breathing.
Ushijima hovers close by, preparing to jump into his friend's spot when I'm done. I find it adorable how needy the players act when I'm around, especially their captain.
A knock at the door interprets the calm demeanor, pulling everyone's attention toward the cracked door. My head tips backward in time to see Kindaichi slowly pushing it open, his eyes roaming the room. "Is Shiro-Chan around?"
"Good morning, 'Dai-Chan," I greet before turning back to the task at hand. I run my fingers through Tendo's hair a few more times before tapping the back of his neck, the silent sign that he's done. A quiet "thank you" comes, followed by a groan as he rolls off of me and settles on the floor. His head finds a home propped on an unhappy Kenjiro's shoulder.
Slowly, my childhood friend makes his way through the room, standing awkwardly in front of me as I wipe the gel off my fingertips. "Could you... um..." His cheeks are red as he repeatedly glances at my relaxed boyfriend. Aside from the cemented hand on my thigh, Kenjiro doesn't seem to care about the situation much. "Could you do my hair?" Kindaichi manages to ask, holding up his hair brush and a tub of the same hair gel he's used since elementary school.
"Sure. Come lay down."
A weight seems to lift from his chest as he gives me the product and settles on the ground. Kindaichi's position is similar to the one Tendo was holding. His chin rests on my empty thigh, an arm around my hip, and the other under neither him as he lays stomach-down on the floor.
Muscle memory kicks in as I work the knots out of his hair, my fingers gentle to not pull. Ushijima sinks to his knees on the floor next to me, joining the small dog pile going on, his eyes blinking as he watches me work. "Ushi," I murmur, glancing at him as I once over Kindaichi's hair with the brush again.
"Shirofuku-Chan," his monotoned voice whispers, his hand slowly dropping to my shoulder, the weight of it very evident. "I would like you to do my hair next."
"You don't style your hair," I point out, opening the tub before scooping some of the hair gel out of it.
"I am aware."
I glance to my side, looking over Ushijima as I start styling Kindaichi's hair, the younger boy's closed eyes and relaxed expression not going unnoticed by me. "Do you want me to brush your hair for you?" A groan I've come to learn is a yes comes from the captain, a soft squeeze being gifted to my shoulder before he's on his feet and off to go do whatever. Tendo jumps up from the floor too, hot on his friend's heels, and successfully divides the dog pile in half.
"Your sister seems off today," Kindaichi murmurs, flickering his eyes open for a moment before letting them close again. "She asked if I spoke to you last night after running into you outside. What's up with that?"
"What's up," Kenjiro starts with his hand back to rubbing circles around the inner part of my thigh. "Is that Yukie has a case of Nosey-Bitch-Syndrome."
"Kenjiro." I hiss, shooting him a warning glance.
"Sorry, Sweetheart," he murmurs, scooting around until he's laid against my leg instead of my back. His lips pepper over my thigh, pressing a handful of kisses to my skin. Since last night, he's loosened up a bit about the boys but like always, Kenjiro chose to carry my battle with him. This one being the catty fight with my sister prying into my life more than I'd like.
     "Oh," Kindaichi mutters, his muscles stiffening as Kenjiro sits upright.
     His eyes wander over my friend, his face blank but his eyes swirling with jealousy. Despite this, Kenjiro holds his tongue and leaves the situation alone. Instead, he chooses to sit on his knees next to me, his head face down as it weighs on my shoulder. "Maybe you should be a hairstylist."
     "The doctor and the beautician. That'll make for a nice pair," I tease, adding the finishing touches to 'Daichi's hair.
     "Doctor?" My friend asks, turning his head to look at the boy clinging to my side.
     "Ya, Shirabu wants to go to medical school after he graduates," I murmur, tapping the back of Kindaichi's neck before searching for my hand towel.
     "That's a big-bucks job."
     "I get to save lives and financially care for my Sweetheart?" Kenjiro butts in, snatching my wrist with one hand as he holds my towel in the other. He busies himself cleaning off my fingers for me. "Why wouldn't I try?"
     Kindaichi stays silent as he sits up, glancing over my boyfriend dotting on me. "You plan to stay with Shiro-Chan after high school?"
     Kenjiro freezes, blinking quickly as he slowly turns his head. "Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"
     The other boy shrugs, finally pulling his eyes away from us. "A lot of relationships don't survive the college phase."
     "Ours will," my boyfriend hisses, snapping his head away and focusing on cleaning my hands again.
     "Not if you don't loosen up a bit. Your jealousy is going to be your downfall."