Requested By: Anonymous

Drabble: "Is she your wife?"

The One Where You Suprise Your Lover At Work.

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The sound of your heels made a clacking sound against the pavement as you walked. It was only noon but your feet were already aching from the shoes your work demanded you wear every day.

It had been quite a few years since you walked the grounds of Karasuno high. You hadn't been here since you graduated—quite ironic seeing as your longtime boyfriend, Keiahin Ukai was working as Karasuno's volleyball coach.

It didn't take you long to find Karasuno's gym. Back in your high-school days, you would come to the gym frequently. Every day, every practice and every game, you'd come to watch Keishin. The walk to the gym was practically muscle memory.

You pushed the doors to the gym open and made your way inside, heels clacking louder against the waxed floor. You spotted Keishin sitting in a chair at the back of the gym, magazine in one hand, cigarette between his fingers on the other.

"Should you be doing that in here?"

Keishin looked up from his magazine at the sound of your voice. A subtle, boyish smile took place on his face. It reminded you of the smile he'd throw you every time you'd show up to his games or just to watch him practice. 

"No. Why? You gonna rat me out again?"

You let out a light laugh as you walked closer to Keishin who took in one last puff from his cigarette. He exhaled before opening the window at the end of the gym and tossed it out, leaving the window open to air out the room before Takeda and the volleyball team came back.

"You're still hanging onto that? I was sixteen, it was years ago."  

"'Course I'm still hanging onto that, it was mean. The old man bitched at me hardcore for it, almost kicked me from the team."

A smile was placed on your lips at the memory. It played in your head as you placed your hands sweetly on the area between Keishin's chest and shoulders. You gave Keishin a quick peck on his cheek, lingering a few seconds longer than you usually would. 

You weren't necessarily sorry for having done it, but you hadn't really thought about how it might have affected him when you had done it. 

"I didn't really think about it, I just wanted to hurt you. You had just broken up with me, then you started hanging out with Lisa. I wasn't going to let that bitch take my place smoking with you, it was a big obstruction of girl code."

Your right hand moved up from his chest to cup his cheeks lovingly. It was the best apology you could give him without saying sorry, especially considering you didn't regret your actions. 

"While I'm sorry you got yelled at, I don't regret getting her kicked from the volleyball team."

"I forgot how spiteful you could be."

"It wasn't spite, she was trying to steal you! You know what, I brought you lunch, but never mind, I'm going to take it back to my car and eat it myself."

You scowl at your boyfriend as you go to withdrawal your hand from his cheek but he pulls up his hand and places it over yours to keep it there. 

He wouldn't dare let you leave upset.

He couldn't let you leave angry or on a bad note. He swore he'd treat you good, with respect and love. He swore all those years ago he'd never let you both break up for a second time

"C'mon, I'm sorry. I love how spiteful you are, it's cute. We're not gonna fight over something stupid that happened nearly a decade ago."

Keishin pressed his lips firmly against yours, silencing any rebuttal you might have said to him. You could taste residue smoke on him, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, though you didn't mind it. While you had quit smoking some time ago, you were still used to the taste of cigarettes on your boyfriend's lips.

Once he pulls away you lean back in and give him another lingering peck on the cheek. Keishin looks at the time on his watch, his lunch hour was nearly over. He didn't want you leaving just yet, but he didn't want you coming in contact with the teenage boys he coached. Specifically, the more girl-crazed students. With a groan, he breaks away from you, you and your lips. 

"My lunch hours almost over."

You pulled out a sandwich from your bag, as well as chips. They were sloppily put together and placed in the same ziplock baggie, still, you placed it in Keishin's hands. 

It looked like something a five-year-old rushed to put together, but Keishin looked at it like a five-course meal, prepped by the Queen of England herself.

"I was a little rushed... But I know you don't eat properly at work, choosing to smoke instead."

"You're perfect, you know that?"

He didn't care that it was rushed. He wouldn't care if it was burnt to a crisp either. You didn't have to be trophy wife material, Keishin wanted to make you his wife regardless.

"Completely perfect, I'm going to ma–"

The words get caught in his throat. He wants to marry you, he will marry you, but what if that's not what you wanted? He couldn't ruin what he already had with you over his own foolish wants.

He drops his voice down an octave, makes it lower, hotter. He tries to save what he was originally going to say.

"I'm gonna make love to you tonight. Sweet, hot love."

The words earnestly leave his lips, and he thinks it's a nice save. But you know Keishin, and you know what he was really aiming to say. It leaves you feeling giddy in your chest, the hints for a ring you subtly dropped for him, the subtle hints that went ignored were finally being noticed.

He dives his head back down to capture another kiss from your lips. Once they touch, the Karasuno volleyball team starts flooding into the gym. Keishin had to scowl at them, of course, the one day you stop by and pop in for a visit they have to come in for practice early. 

"Coach, who's this?"

You hid your face in Keishins face in embarrassment at being caught. Though it wasn't as bad as the last time you were caught making out in this gum by Keishin's grandfather.

"Is she your wife?"

"Does your wife play volleyball?"

"Your wife is pretty."

"Your wife is hot."

Keishin scowls at the bombarded questions before yelling at them.

"No, you numbskulls, she's not my wife."

You shyly look up at Keishin before letting out a few choice words.

"I'm not your wife, yet."

The scowl is replaced by a light dusty pink look on his cheeks. He didn't like feeling this flustered in front of his students. Had you meant that? Did you want to marry him like he wanted to marry you?

"So she's your fiance?"

"I didn't know you had a fiance Ukai. Congratulations!"

Keishin was still feeling flustered over your words, and Takeda's confused congratulations only fueled his frustration and growing giddy feeling. Were you wanting a proposal from him?

"You boys better stop asking questions and run ten laps around the gym."

You silently laughed as your boyfriend yelled at his team, the blushy look still present. You picked up his hand and kissed his knuckles, ignoring the rolled up magazine in his other hand, which he used to point at a kid with a patch of blonde hair to focus more on running and less on you.

"I'm gonna head back to work. Eat your sandwich, okay."

Right as your about to turn around, Keishin grabs your hand to keep you there and plants another kiss on your lips.

"You wanna be my wife?"

Maybe you were a little spiteful like Keishin had said earlier, but he wasn't picking up the subtle hints you earlier lied down. If he wanted to ask you that, he needed to get down on knee with a ring first.

"Real inquires only."

You leave another peck on his cheek, it's quick and doesn't linger like earlier. It leaves him hungry, hungry wanting more. It's now that Keishin realizes all the subtle hints to him you've been making and it doesn't take long to google ring stores near me.

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Edited: 6-11-2021

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