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hawks-supremacy · 2 years

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Beautifully Inked

summary: after ten years you finally have enough money and experience to open your own tattoo shop, and it so happens to be next to an onigiri shop owned by a cute guy.

pairings: Osamu x reader

word count: 5.4k

warnings: swearing, talk about needles.

Your parents never liked the idea of pursuing a career in art, they didn’t think you could do anything with it or make a decent living wage. Sure they had supported your interest in art while growing up, buying you the art supplies you wanted and letting you do all the art classes you wanted; but they didn’t think you’d actually pursue a career with art. So you tried to appease your parents and do something that they thought you could be successful in, but you didn’t enjoy that either. So you tried something else, and again it wasn’t your cup of tea. After you had sampled nearly every career path you finally decided to do what made you happy, you didn’t care that your parents would stop supporting you; didn’t care if you had to struggle, lying paycheck to paycheck until you finally got a few steps into your career before it finally paid off.

So you put in an application to several tattoo shops all in different areas, having an interview a week and still no luck. “It’s not that I don’t like working here, really Ukai it’s a great shop your parents have,” you trailed off as you were stacking cans on a shelf, “but I don’t want to restock shelves my whole life, you know?” You broke down the box after you finished putting it on the shelf and walked over to the counter where Ukai Keishin was sitting.

“You wouldn’t stock shelves forever, I’m sure at some point you’ll be the manager and then you can hire someone to do it for you like I did.” He looked up at your unamused face as he finished his sentence. “Look kid I’m just messing with ya, I’m sure one of these shops will hire ya. It’s just gonna be difficult since you have no experience.” You sighed, knowing he was right. It’s what every shop has told you so far, ‘you seem great, we just aren’t looking for an apprentice right now’.

You didn’t let that stop you though so you kept trying, and eventually you found a place that would apprentice you on the weekends. You were ecstatic, you could finally do what you wanted to do. You’d work weekdays at Ukai’s store and travel to Tokyo on the weekends to apprentice. Ten years later you had finally gained enough experience and saved enough money, so you finally moved and started working on opening your own shop. You bought a building that needed a little fixing up so you couldn’t quite open as fast as you’d like, but it had an apartment above it so you didn’t need to travel and could work on the shop whenever you wanted.

It was week two of renovating the shop and you had finally finished the floors and primed the walls so you could them. You were about to start painting when your stomach growled, you sighed and set down the paint brush and covered the paint.

You considered going to the store and getting something to cook but you just wanted to eat and get back to work. You remembered that your friend had recommended Onigiri Miya that was right next door once you told him where your shop was going to be. You haven’t had the chance to try it yet since you usually eat after they're closed already. You grabbed your keys and wallet and decided that that’s where you were going. Locking the door you made the very short trek to the small restaurant, walking in you noticed there wasn’t anyone in the front. You looked around the cute little sit down place and slowly made your way to the counter, you leaned forward a bit as you tried to see if there was anyone through the open door. With no luck you just decided to browse the menu as you took a seat at the counter area.

It was a few minutes later when a man emerged from the back room looking at a sheet in his hands. He hadn’t quite noticed you yet as he was mumbling to himself. He nearly crossed the length of the restaurant to what you had assumed is his office when he looked up and finally noticed you sitting there. He looked shocked for a moment before apologizing, “I’m so sorry, I hope you weren’t waiting long. Welcome to Onigiri Miya, I’m Miya Osamu but you can call me Osamu. What can I get ya?” He finished with a bright smile.

“You're good, I've only been waiting for about five minutes. An awfully lengthy intro to tell every single customer.” You said jokingly with an eyebrow raised. “I save that greeting for customers who I think are going to be regulars.” He said with a grin. “What makes you think I’m going to be a regular?” You asked curiously. He shrugged in response saying he saw you moving your stuff in next door so he thought he’d be seeing you a lot. “We’ll see how this visit goes. I’ll take whatever you think will leave me the most impressed and leave me wanting to come back.” As you said your order, the man who you learned is Osamu, thought for a second before saying he’ll be back.

About 15 minutes later he came back with a plate of 5 different animal shaped onigiri. “I bring ya my zoo onigiri, typically I only make this for kids when they come in but I’d say it’s pretty impressive. Ya got a penguin, a cat, a panda, a lion, and a bunny. The penguin is filled with salmon, the cat with tuna mayo, the panda has pickled plum, the lion has shrimp tempura and the bunny is a dessert onigiri stuffed with mango. Enjoy!” He said proudly.

You had to admit you were pretty impressed. “Well thank you, this is impressive however; I think I can maybe eat three of these, so would you like the other two?” You asked, already picking up the cat-shaped onigiri. He laughed saying he called dibs on the penguin and the panda. “So what are ya opening up next door?” He asked, taking a bite out of the panda. You finished the food that was in your mouth before replying to his question, “I’m opening up a tattoo and piercing shop called ‘Beautifully Inked’. I don’t know when we’ll be opening, I just got done doing the floors and now I’m onto the painting before I start installing shelves and counters. Not to mention all the wiring that needs to be done.”

He thought for a bit taking in what you said, “Do you need help? I wouldn’t mind helping, I can’t promise anything with the paint because I’m not very artistic but I can for sure do a base coat.” He offered. You laughed, considering the offer, “I would argue that you’re very artistic! Look at this lion, absolutely stunning, but I would love your help if you’re serious. I’m Y/n by the way, I never mentioned that.”

“Nice to meet ya Y/n, I typically close about 8 on weekdays so I can help anytime after that, and these animal shapes took a full year to master. Kids used to cry when I brought them out because they were mangled and looked like they were out of a horror movie.” You both laughed as he continued with how the animal shapes progressed. You spent the rest of your visit laughing and getting to know each other a little bit more. You were sure you’d be a regular here.

A few days later 8:30 rolled around and you heard knocking on your door. You walked over and saw Osamu smiling with a take-out box in his hand. Opening the door you welcomed him in while asking what’s in the box, “It’s something new I’m trying, I call it my ‘Onigiri Salad’. It’s sticky rice, salmon, tuna mayo, and various seasonings. I also put in regular onigiri in case it’s absolutely disgusting.” He said as he took off his coat and set it off to the side. “So what are we doing today?”

“I did the base coat of paint on the left and back wall so if you want to get started on the right or front wall that’d be fantastic. I’m going to eat this and then start sketching out the design for the walls.” You said grabbing the take-out box and sitting down at the large folding table that was holding everything. “What are you going to paint on the walls?” Osamu asked, beginning to paint the base coat of white on the right wall.

You thought for a bit, swallowing the food before answering, “I wanna show diversity of art and the beauty of tattooing. Every piece is unique and has a different meaning to each person, so on one wall it’s going to be the traditional Japanese art style with photos of people with traditional tattoo pieces. Another wall is going to be the pop art style, lots of fun colors and shapes and then photos of people with different pop art pieces tattoo pieces. And then one wall is going to be a lot of black and white art with photos of people with back and white tattoo pieces. For the last wall I’m bouncing back and forth between some ideas. I’m either going to do purely photos of art pieces I’ve done and slowly build it as I do more pieces, or my art style and then some pieces that I’ve already done. I also thought about making it a various art wall, anyone can come in and draw on it, paint whatever and as the wall gets filled I take a picture and frame it and restart the wall again.”

“I like the last one, it sounds nice and inclusive. Everyone’s involved.” He said, pausing his current paint job to look at you. You nodded, “I’ll probably go with that one, the salad is very good by the way.” You said taking another big bite of it. He laughed and said he’d add it to the menu just for you. By the time you guys decided you were finished for the night, Osamu finished painting the right wall and you had gotten the first wall all sketched out and ready to be painted. You thanked Osamu as he left and locked up the door before going upstairs to your apartment.

You spent the next few months working on your shop with Osamu. Some nights he just came over after work and you guys hung out in your apartment. Each day learning new things about each other and growing closer. You learned that he played volleyball in school for Inarizaki. You listened as he told you stories about him and his brother when they were kids. You told him stories from when you were a kid and he listened to every word.

When you finally opened your shop Osamu offered to make food for the grand opening. It wasn’t a huge grand opening by any means, it was just someone taking the picture of the shop to announce it’s opening, a few of your close friends, and a few people in town who were interested. You welcomed everyone in, saying hi to a few of your friends and greeting people who already had inquiries about pieces they wanted down. You gave them your card and booked them an appointment. A few people had questions about piercings as well, at the end of the day you’d say it was a pretty successful opening day, and you already had a few art pieces on your graffiti wall.

After everyone left it was just you and Osamu in the shop. “Can I be your first client?” He asked suddenly while you were cleaning everything up. “What like a tattoo? You want a tattoo?” You asked confused. In all your time hanging out with Osamu he’s never mentioned a tattoo or wanting one. “Nah maybe later, for now maybe a piercing. I just wanna be the first client you have.” He responded. You didn’t say anything as you walked away. “You don’t have to, it was just a thought.” He said watching as you walked away from him to the back room.

You came back to the front room and started cleaning the piercing area, “So what were you thinking of getting done? Face piercing, something on the ears, body piercing.” You said wiping down the chair and setting out your piercing tools. “I was thinking just the ears to start with maybe more later.” He said, walking over to the area. “Woah woah woah buddy slow down. You gotta fill out paperwork and do you have an ID on you?” You gently pushed him back to the front desk and got out the consent form for piercings, handing him a pen. “I was kidding about the ID, but you do need to fill out this form. I’m not about to lose my license just because you want a piercing.” He chuckled to himself as he filled out the form. You glanced at it and nodded before setting it on the front desk to be filed later

“So you want just your lobes then?” He nodded as he sat down on the chair, “I have three options, a gem, a hoop, or just a plain ball.” He thought for a moment before picking the plain ball option. “So what you just use the gun thing and done?” He asked, trying to see what you were doing on the tray you set out. You laughed, turning around and marking his ears with ink. “Absolutely not, I don't use a gun. It’s not safe and it's unsanitary. Now what do you think of the placement? Look even?” You asked moving so he could look in the mirror. He agreed before moving back to the chair, “Awesome now look forward and stay still. What are your thoughts on needles?” You asked as you turned around with the hollow needle in hand.

He shrugged as you lined the needle up with the marking on his ear. “Take a deep breath, and exhale.” You said pushing the needle through his lobe as he started exhaling. You threaded the jewelry through the needle and followed through the lobe. You took the needle off the jewelry and put on the backing and did the other ear. You cleaned up his ears before taking a step back, “Done! Take a look.” You said proudly. He looked at his ear before saying they looked nice and you did a nice job. “Thank you. Now clean them two to three times a day with either a saline solution or a sea salt spray. I recommend doing it morning and night since it’s easier to stick to a routine. I’ll write down the information as well as tell you. I pierce at a 16 gauge and you can change it after a month but it won’t be fully healed so wait until they stop bothering you if it’s been after a month. Any questions?”

“Can’t you just help me with all that stuff when it’s time to switch out the jewelry and stuff?” He asked, he was reaching for his ears when you slapped his hand away. “Don’t fuck with them. That’s how you get an infection.” You scolded. He apologized as you started to clean the area, setting your tools aside to sanitize and disinfect later. You ushered him up as you cleaned the chair he was sitting on, “Come on to the front, I’ll get you an after care sheet and some cleaning solution.”

“How much do I owe you?” He asked, pulling out his wallet. “Nothing, it’s on the house. I don’t think I’ve ever paid you for any of the meals you’ve given me except for the first one.” You stated, waving your hand. You gave him the aftercare sheet and wrote everything down that he needed to know. “Thanks for letting me stab ya.” You said grinning ear to ear.

After your shop finally opened you kept busy, always having an appointment for one thing or another. You and Osamu couldn’t spend as much time together but you still hung out on a weekly basis. You’d take turns hanging out in the other person's shop. This week Osamu invited you over to Onigiri Miya after you both had closed, usually you can get over before he locks his doors but a tattoo session ran a little longer than you had expected.

You made the small walk to the store, about to text Osamu because you knew he’d be in his office doing his closing stuff still. You were ready to send the text when the door opened, “Hey sorry sweetheart but we’re closed for the night. So you’ll have to find a different place to eat, but I wouldn’t mind taking you out if you’d like.” You glanced up as you heard the door open and laughed as, who you assumed to be Atsumu, spoke. He looked confused as you continued laughing and sighed as you stopped. “Okay, sure big guy.” You said as you pat him on the shoulder and moved past the door. You ignored his protests as you made your way behind the counter, you took note of the other people in the store but didn’t really acknowledge them as you wanted to tell Osamu what happened.

“‘Samu! You’re being robbed!!” Atsumu yelled as you pushed open the door to the office area. “Osamu it happened just like you said! Atsumu hit on me within ten seconds.” You leaned against the door frame as you spoke. Osamu glanced up from his papers as he finished up and gave a small chuckle. He wrote something down and made his way out of the office with you in tow.

“You thought I was being robbed and your only course of action was to yell at me that someone was robbing me?” Osamu questioned his twin, Atsumu just shrugged in response. “What good is being an athlete if you can’t keep someone out of my store?” He said as he shoved Atsumu, “Guys this is Y/N, they own ‘Beautifully Inked’ next door.” You waved as he finished introducing you to the group of new people. Osamu had told you that Atsumu continued volleyball after they graduated so you looked up some of their games. The one you recognized as Sakusa gave you a nod and Bokuto gave you a very enthusiastic wave and hello.

“Y/N! It’s been so long!” Hinata yelled, running up to you. You laughed and ruffled his hair as you greeted him back. You and Hinata went to school together; you were in different years so you didn’t talk much, but since you worked at Ukai’s shop he would see you there and talk to you. “You finally opened up a shop of your own? That’s so cool! Can we see it? Please!”

“You’re just the same as you were in school Hinata, never change. Of course you can see the shop, I don’t mind. You all wanna come and see?” You offered it to everyone in the room. They all nodded and followed you next door as you unlocked the door. “It took a few months to renovate since it was pretty beat up and Osamu helped with a lot of it, but I’m pretty proud of how far it’s come along. Feel free to draw or paint on the graffiti wall.”

Once you welcomed everyone in, they spread out through the store. Sakusa walked around and looked at the art on the walls with Osamu, Hinata and Bokuto were excitedly painting on the wall, and Atsumu stayed with you at the front desk. “So you’re the person who convinced ‘Samu to get his ears pierced. You know he’s really taken a liking to ya.” Atsumu said as you double checked your appointments for tomorrow. “Pfft yeah I convinced him to get them done. He said he wanted to be the first client at my store but wasn’t sure what tattoo he wanted so he went with an ear piercing instead. I’d hope he’s taken a liking to me, he’s probably the closest friend I’ve had in a while.” You didn’t want to admit it out loud but you were hoping that Atsumu meant that Osamu had a bit of a crush on you. In the months that you’ve gotten close you’ve gained a crush on the cook, and you hoped it was mutual.

“Y/N! I’ve almost finished my painting!” Bokuto said excitedly, you chuckled as you excused yourself from Atsumu and made your way to where Bokuto and Hinata were painting. “It’s very nice Bokuto, same to you Hinata, it’s coming along nicely.” They both beamed proudly at your compliment and continued their work. You made your way over to Sakusa and Osamu who were looking at your traditional Japanese pieces. “Did you do all of these?” Sakusa asked as you approached the two.

“Yeah, the paintings on the wall as well as the pieces in the photos. They’re pieces I’ve done over time, eventually I want to put more up on the wall.” You explained as you looked at the pieces hanging up. “They’re nice, really well done too. I’m not sure if I want a tattoo now but if I ever decide I do, I’m coming here if you don’t mind.” Sakusa said.

“Absolutely you can, I wouldn’t mind. I’ve been trying to convince Osamu to get a tattoo. I said girls would find him more attractive and then maybe he wouldn’t be single.” You chuckled as you remembered the first time you brought up tattooing Osamu. He thought about the offer before saying he wasn't sure what he’d even get tattooed if he did get one. He nearly agreed when you suggested a mini onigiri tattoo, but said he’d have to think about it first. Since then he’s been suggesting and bringing up potential tattoo ideas that he wouldn’t mind getting.

The night continued with all of you sitting around the shop and talking about nothing until Hinata and Bokuto said they wanted tattoos, you laughed and asked what they’d want. They suggested matching Koi fish tattoos but in the MSBY colors instead of traditional orange and white, you thought for a minute and agreed. You sketched out the design on your tablet and got their approval and printed out the designs on the transfer paper. A few hours later, Bokuto and Hinata were jumping around and showing off their new ink. You laughed as thanked you over and over again. You took a quick picture of the two to print out later and handed them mini aftercare kits and sheets. They stayed for a few more hours before saying they had to head out and left for the night.

The next few weeks you kept getting calls about scheduling tattoo appointments. You were confused as to why business was suddenly so busy when Osamu brought up that Bokuto and Hinata had posted about getting tattoos from ‘Beautifully Inked’ and now everyone wanted tattoos from where their idols got tattooed. He said the same thing happened after he opened ‘Onigiri Miya’ and the team had posted about eating there, he said it’d die down after about a month.

A month and a half later you weren’t getting as many calls, you still got a good few a day and you were still booked out months in advance. It kept you busy and you didn’t mind that. It was one of the nights that you and Osamu were hanging out in your shop and he finally agreed to let you tattoo him. “Yes! What were you thinking of getting?” You asked excitedly, already setting up your tools and getting the station ready.

“You know I think I’m going to go with the mini onigiri tattoo like you suggested the first time.” He said hesitantly. You agreed wholeheartedly and started sketching possible ideas, you talked for an hour bouncing back a few ideas about what he could do and you sketched about five ideas out before you settled on one and got to work. “What made you finally decide on getting a tattoo, Osamu?” You asked as you started the line work.

“I thought about what you said and decided I was tired of being single. There’s this person I like and they think tattoos are hot so I figured this would help.” He explained his thought process. You nodded in response and wiped the excess ink off of his arm and turned to get more ink in the gun, “Tell me more about this person you like.” You said trying not to let it bother you. “Well they come into the shop a lot so we’ve gotten pretty close. They’re pretty cool too, have an awesome personality and get along great with others. They have a few tattoos and piercings so I figured this would impress them enough to get them to go out with me.” As he spoke he had a look of admiration and adoration in his eyes.

“Osamu you don’t need a tattoo to impress someone.” You said stopping temporarily, “Osamu you’re a great guy, if this person needs a tattoo to be interested in you then they’re pretty fuckin lame if you ask me.” You scoffed and continued the line work on his tattoo. “You really think so?” He asked, watching you intently. You nodded and wiped off the excess ink one last time before turning off the machine. “That means a lot Y/N, thank you. Thank you for the tattoo as well, I really think they’ll like it, even if I don’t need a tattoo to impress them.”

You finished cleaning up the tattoo and hung out for a bit before it got late and Osamu left. You sat in the studio for a bit before working on a few designs for tomorrow's appointment before starting to clean up. You kept thinking back to the conversation with Osamu, you wondered why he’s never mentioned anything about having a crush on someone before. They were probably a new regular and that’s why, you remembered what he said about the tattoos and piercings and wondered if they’ve come into your shop before. You figured you’d better not think about it too hard and just move on. Part of you thought that maybe it could’ve been you, but you had more than just a “few” tattoos and piercings.

The next day you were in the middle of your first appointment when the bell to the front door rang, you looked up and noticed a guy with white and back hair, you saw the delivery truck outside and got confused. You excused yourself from your client and went to the front, “What can I help you with? I don’t believe I ordered anything recently, let alone rice.” You trailed off taking note of the rice bags stacked in the back of the truck. “Are you Y/N?” He asked as he looked at his phone. “Yes that’s me, again I don’t think I’ve ordered anything though.”

“Pardon me, I’m Kita. I’m not here to give you rice but I can see how that can be confusing.” He bent down to get something off of the floor that you couldn’t see over the counter. “These are for you. Have a nice day!” He said as he set a vase of flowers on your counter and left the store. You inspected the flowers for a bit before noticing there was no note, you shrugged and went back to your work station. “You have a boyfriend Y/N? Why haven’t you told me about him yet?” Your client, Nakamura, asked. You laughed as you put on new gloves, “God no I don’t have a boyfriend, I don’t know who those are from.” You continued the appointment as she began gushing about you having a secret admirer and you just laughed with her.

You finished with Nakamura’s appointment and sat at the front desk for your break, jotting down some ideas for your next appointment. You had about an hour before the next client was supposed to show up when you heard the bell at the front door ring again. This time it was Saru, the delivery girl who you’d gotten to know quite well, “Hey Y/N! Brought your usual!” She said excitedly. “I didn’t order food Saru?” You said thoroughly confused now. “Oh I know! A certain someone ordered it for you.” She said winking and set the food on the counter. You thanked her as she left and inspected the food, first the flowers and now food; both with no note. You sighed deeply before opening the to-go box and ate the food, deciding to question it later since you were hungry.

Soon enough your next appointment was over and done with. You stretched after cleaning the area, you had about a half hour before your shop closed so you decided to get everything cleaned and packed up for the night. You were about done when the bell dinged for the third time that day. “Delivery for a Y/N, sign here please.” You furrowed your brows as you took the paper and signed it, he thanked you and handed you the package before leaving. As you opened the package you noticed it was some relatively expensive art supplies you had been thinking about buying. You scratched your head in confusion before setting the supplies down on the desk and taking a seat when Osamu walked in.

“Hey, how’s your day been so far?” He asked as he leaned against your desk. “You know it’s been really fucking weird all day. First these flowers were delivered by a guy named Kita, then Saru, the girl from that one food place I like, dropped off my usual; and right before you got here a guy just delivered these art supplies I’ve been talking about for weeks.” You said explaining the confusing day you had, he was about to speak when you continued, “I thought about it for a while and I think I figured it out. Saru when she dropped off the food said “a certain someone” ordered it, and then I’ve only mentioned wanting these art supplies to many three people; but what really tipped me off was that Kita didn’t work for a flower delivery service. No, he worked on a rice farm, and if I remember correctly a “certain someone’s” old high school volleyball captain works on a rice farm and delivers rice to him every Wednesday. Oh and would you look at that, it’s Wednesday. So Osamu what would you know about all of this?”

He scratched the back of his neck and laughed nervously, “You caught onto that a lot quicker than I thought you were going to.” He said and you just smiled at him. He sighed as he leaned closer to you over the counter, “Look Y/N, in these last few months I’ve known you we’ve gotten really close and I may have developed a little crush on you. I talked about this with Atsumu first and he just kinda laughed at me and said it was stupidly cheesy and I didn’t need to do all of this, but I wanted to anyway. So, uh, Y/N will you go on a date with me. I got this super awesome tattoo done by this cool person just to impress you after all.”

You laughed at the last statement and got up from behind the desk, “That was really cheesy and you didn’t need to do all of that. You could’ve just asked me out and I would’ve said yes Osamu, I like you already you didn’t need to impress me.”

“I wish you would’ve told me that before I did all of this, but is that a yes because I also got a reservation for two at that restaurant that you’ve been wanting to try in about oh 30 minutes so we should either go now or cancel them now.” He said looking at his watch. “It’s a yes, but you can cancel the reservation and I will cook for you for a change in my apartment upstairs. How about that? We can try the restaurant another time.” You suggested.

He thought for a minute before grabbing your hand and walking towards the stairs to your apartment, “Deal.”

#haikyuu osamu #osamu fluff #osamu imagine #miya osamu imagine #osamu x reader #osamu x you #haikyuu!!#haikyuu au #haikyuu imagine #haikyu x reader #hq osamu #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq imagines #haikyuu #tattoo au

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hawks-supremacy · 2 years

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TATTOO PIERCING AU GIMME GIMME I'M STARVING

I’m writing it now it’s an Osamu fic😊 If it’s not decent I gotta quit my job bc I work in a tattoo/piercing shop too 😭

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu drabbles #hq osamu #haikyuu osamu #osamu fluff #osamu x you #miya osamu imagine #osamu imagine #tattoo au

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hawks-supremacy · 2 years

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Hello I am back from the dead and ready to write, I had Covid and slept 24/7. I’m gonna write both BUT what do we wanna read first? Soulmate AU or a tattoo/piercing AU and who do we want to see?

#haikyuu imagine #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#hq drabbles #hq angst #hq imagines #hq fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu au #soulmate au #tattoo au

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hawks-supremacy · 2 years

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Hey a request for Kyotani Kentaro from haikyuu💛 What would it be like to be besties with him like they do everything together and trust each other more than anything

If you could do a female reader that would be great 😊 (and nothing romantic just being in a really good friendship with him🖤)

a/n: this didn't necessarily how I wanted it to turn out but I didn't want it to be 5k words, I hope you like it either way. sorry it took so long to get to though.

You met Kyotani Kentaro when you were both five. You and your family had just moved in next door and the Kyotani family stopped by to welcome you guys to the neighborhood, in tow was a grumpy looking kid about your age. You were staring intently at the kid who was scowling back with his arms crossed as your families introduced themselves. “...and this is our son Kentaro.” You took a mental note of his name as your mom introduced your family. “...and this is our daughter Y/n.” Your mom said finishing her introductions. You didn’t know it but Kyotani Kentaro took a mental note of your name as well.

After that your families grew closer together, often going to one another's houses for weekly get-togethers on the weekends. While your parents caught up and talked about their work week you and Kentaro were often in another room doing something else. The first few times you spent at each other's houses Kentaro was stubborn. Often trying to get away and hide from you, but you could be stubborn too. You found him every week and made him hang out with you. He gave up trying to hide after the first few times and actually grew to think of you as his best friend.

Five years later you were watching a movie that your parents had rented for you and Kentaro during your weekly hang out sessions. You were half way through the movie and you and Kentaro were making fun of the characters on screen laughing together when both families came into the living room. “You two would be so cute together.” Kentaro’s mom teased as she smirked at the both of you. You guys looked at each other before looking away and pretending to throw up. As much as you both loved each other and felt connected, it was a platonic connection. You felt more like siblings than anything.

You two brought out the best in each other, always growing and improving with each other. Kentaro was still rough and harsh with other people around but you brought out the best in each other. Encouraged each other, you convinced him to join the volleyball team and he supported you in all the decisions you made, helping you when you needed it and vice versa. Being in different classes you didn’t get to hang out in school as much as you would’ve liked, occasionally you’d eat lunch together but not often. Usually you’d just walk home together after both of your after school activities got done and hang out at someone's house.

You were in your second year at Aoba Johsai and your club got done a little earlier than usual so you decided to go check on Kentaro’s volleyball practice. As you neared the entrance to the gym you could hear a small argument happening. As you opened the doors and took a few steps in you were greeted by Oikawa Toru. “Hey there cutie, how can I help you?” You ignored his greeting instead walking up to Kentaro who looked like he was about to start a fist fight with a first year student who looked scared out of his mind.

You walked up behind Kentaro and not so nicely tapped his shoulder, as he whipped around he not so quietly said “What do you want?” You raised your eyebrow at him as you scoffed, “I know you are not talking to ME like that Kyotani Kentaro.” You said as you crossed your arms and waited for a response. Kentaro stumbled over his words as he looked for a response, it’s not that he was afraid of you, Kentaro wasn’t really afraid of anything. However, you could be frightening when upset and angry, and he didn’t see you upset or angry often nor did he want to.

“Sorry.” He said sheepishly and quietly as he rubbed the back of his neck. The whole gym watched in confusion and awe as you two interacted with each other. You listening while he explains what was going on and you scolding him about being too harsh with people younger than him as he nodded along to what you were saying.

“I’m sorry but who are you, why haven’t we met or seen you yet and how did you tame mad dog?” Oikawa said, interrupting your conversation. You furrowed your brows as you looked at Kentaro confused and mouthed ‘mad dog?’ as he shrugged in response. “I’m Y/n, and I’m his friend. We don’t have the same class and are in different after school activities, and by “mad dog” did you mean ‘Taro?” You answered Oikawa’s questions, and as you turned to face him you saw the rest of the third years minus Iwaizumi also looking confused at the situation at hand. “What?” You asked.

“We’ve just never heard of you. Mad dog doesn’t really talk to anyone at practice and the only time we can get him to calm down is when Iwaizumi steps in.” Matsukawa explained. “Yeah Iwaizumi is the only one he respects enough to listen to, so it’s kind of a shock that some random girl just came in here and did it in a second considering we’ve never seen you two interact before.” Hanamakki continued from Matsukawa’s sentence.

“Have you guys tried not being afraid of him? I mean I’ve known him since we were kids, and while he may be short tempered he’s not an animal. You don’t need to “tame” him. That’s probably why he doesn’t respect you.” You explained like it was obvious, and to you it was. You didn’t understand why everyone was so scared of Kentaro.

You stayed for the rest of practice so you and Kentaro could walk home together after he was done. Occasionally throughout the practice a few people would stop and ask you a few questions about Kentaro and your friendship, asking what it’s like being friends with him, what he’s like outside of school. For some reason people were very interested in Kentaro and you figure out why.

“Your teammates are very interested in your life outside of volleyball. They kept asking me personal questions about both you and me.” You said as you walked home. He asked what you had all said to them. “I said you were the nicest person and that we trust each other with our lives and how you would quite literally sacrifice yourself for me.” You noticed Kentaro stopped walking and you turned around as he just stared you down. “I’m kidding, ’Taro calm down. I told them to buzz off and that it wasn’t their business.” You stated like it was obvious and honestly kind of offended that he even thought you’d do that.

He gave a small smile as he ran forward and tackled you putting you in a headlock and aggressively but gently messing up your hair. “That’s my girl.” He said as he released you and you smoothed out your hair, “Let’s go get takeout and rent a movie on me, I’m fucking tired after dealing with Oikawa all day at practice.”

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I come for the interaction and the food | Miya Osamu

Category: crack, fluff

2k words; pseudo-reddit thread of Onigiri Miya

The owner of Onigiri Miya

Yo dudes. So my friend was raving about the onigiri shop for ages, and she was so damn relentless that I gave in. And I like onigiri in the first place, especially negitoro, so I went (is this TMI?). Anyway I was like???? So damn shook when I went in because the owner is like???? Damn??? He’s so hot and I am simping for him, and the female population in the shop was as well like hearts were flying out of their eyes. I’m going to go there every day and ugh I know it’s cheesy and cliché but I hope he notices me or something like that DON’T JUDGE I’M LONELY OKAY??

Comments [Anon]: I KNOW RIGHT LIKE EVERYONE IS IN LOVE WITH HIM AND HIS ONIGIRI UGH FOOD FOR THE EYES AS WELL AS THE STOMACH

[Anon]: Y’all are simping for a real person and I just have to say: LMAO ME TOO UGH HE’S JUST REALLY HOT AND PATIENT AND HIS VOICE IS SO NICE

[Anon]: YASSS HE REALLY IS AND HE ALWAYS COMES UP WITH NEW MENUS AND LETS SOME OF US TRY SAMPLES BUT IT’S ALWAYS. AMAZING. HE’S AN ONIGIRI GOD, I TELL YOU.

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[Anon]: Um, OP? I don’t know how to tell you this but… He has a girlfriend… like a really cute girlfriend who he’s been dating for years now.

[Anon]: Say what?

[Anon]: Hey what. What. I didn’t know this. I’ve been visiting his shop for like 3 months and I didn’t know this. What.

[OP]: Oh. Great. My romance has died even before it started. ;^;

[Anon]: Well you can join us obsessing over their relationship! She visits a lot and they’re cute all the damn time so frequent customers made a small online group to share episodes.

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The Secret Menu

A/N: this is a very special bday drabble thingy for my bby good friend @redbeanteax 😌✨happy birthday bean I hope you’re having fun with your staycay don’t eat all your money away kek

Word count: 1042

You woke up this morning to silence, serenity, and not even a hint of the usual headache that was always rubbing at the side of your temple the moment you open your eyes.

Birthdays got less and less significant as you grew up, but oh how you loved having a righteous reason to take day offs.

Rolling to your side, the familiar softness of your sheets made you sigh in content. You couldn’t help but bury your face deeper into the cotton pillowcase, inhaling the comforting smell that you were surrounded by. You were wide awake, feeling refreshed and energized from a night of sleep yet the temptation to close your eyes and let your mind wander away was still very much present.

Usually, it was your boyfriend who always had to wake up even earlier than you that would come in and yank you off the mattress when you were on the brink of oversleeping but he was nowhere to be seen now. Osamu had been lovely and indulged you on your self-created holiday, not disturbing you as he climbed out of bed at the break of dawn except for the feathery peck he placed on your brows that earned him a scrounge of your nose at the brief and ticklish contact. The urge to stay in bed with you was real, especially after you very naturally curled yourself up in the blanket after the natural heat source that had been laying next to you just seconds before was gone but Onigiri Miya wouldn’t open itself, and so he let you be after sneaking another kiss at the side of your cheek.

He also had something he needed to prepare, after all.

You would have gone back to sleep if it was just another lazy weekend, but the large bed felt particularly empty with just you lounging around and you quickly got bored without someone to talk to. You heard the sound of people’s chatter as you slowly made your way down from the comfort of your apartment to the door of Onigiri Miya. It was noon, and people were already starting to fill up the seats of the cozy restaurant. Ignoring the few people lining up outside, you were scrolling on your phone as you made the way straight into the shop, replying to messages of your friends and family wishing you a good day all while heading straight to the very end of the bar.

“Someone finally wakes up.”

“Are you sure this is the first thing you want to say to me, Samu?” You playfully quirked your brow up, eyeing the smiling man who stood behind the bar stool with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Osamu laughed before unfolding his arms and wiping his hands on the sides of his apron. The trajectory of his actions was clear from the way he leaned forward in front of your seat with one hand pushing him up from the table before bending down, but as if suddenly remembering that he was surrounded by tables and tables of patrons as well as his own staff all around him, he stopped midway rather suddenly. You bite the inside of your cheeks at the hilt that could not be more obvious, and it transformed into a grin you could not hold in when he reached his hand out instead.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

The feeling of his touch at the back of your head still lingered after he pulled away, and you tried to push away the fuzziness in your chest with a chuckle.

“That’s more like it,” you mused, propping one arm up to lean your chin on your palm and fixing your gaze on him, “so what for lunch today?”

You watched as he physically got excited at the question, before forcing the enthusiasm down with a quick fix of his cap. You tilted your head at the clear beam in his eyes when he leaned his side against the counter, crossing one leg over the other before taking in a deep, prepared breath.

“Well, obviously every on our menu is up for offer,” he said matter-of-factly with a dramatic gesture to the row of price tags hung above the counter, “but since today is a very special day for whatever reason that may be, we are serving a secret menu that I may tell you about if you really want to know…”

You complied when he leaned in closer and pressed his voice down, sitting up until you were just breaths away from each other, “A secret menu, you say?”

“Yup, very exclusive and very limited,” he replied, “limited to today, in fact.”

He was smiling ear to ear, and the look in his eyes was screaming at you to just “pick it pick it pick it-”.

“Ok,” his smile grew wider at the reply he was given, “I’ll have the secret menu then.”

“Good,” he chirped, “now close your eyes.”

You had half-expected him to pull some trick out of his sleeve, but still your curiosity only grew when you heard him put something in front of you. There was a click, followed by a mumbled curse from Osamu and then a few more clicks before there was finally a satisfied hum.

“Ok, you can look now.”

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Lemon Drop

A/N: just something short and cute for the twins’ bday aha—

Pairing: Miya twins x reader (a love triangle type situation, if you will;))

Word count: 1561

You were minding your own business when you felt a light tap to the leg of your chair from behind and knowing who was sitting behind you, you pretended like you did not feel it.

But being a menace as he was, the person behind did not give in at your clear attempt to ignore him. Irritation welled up in your chest when the nudge got stronger and stronger until he was practically kicking your chair, your body jerking forward with each rock as he kept shoving and shoving. Your lid jumped, sucking in a deep breath before snapping your head around to face a certain grinning (artificial) blonde.

“What?” you hissed.

Atsumu didn’t seem to mind your aggression. If anything, the snarl on your face only seemed to make his smile grew wider.

“Do you know what day it is?” he said, the last syllable that rolled off his tongue curling up, both from the accent that dripped through his words and his usual inclination to tick you off on purpose.

You sighed, crossing your arm in front of your chest when you realised that he wouldn’t let you go back to your task before you gave him the response he wanted.

What a diva, you thought to yourself before you dryly replying to him. “No, I don’t,” you said, “are you going to tell me?”

He whined, “Do you really not know?”

You pursed your lips.

“It’s Tuesday?”

“Try a little harder, won’t you?”

“We have to hand in our math exercise books today.”

Atsumu’s smile dropped a little, “We do?”

You nodded, a smirk climbing onto your face at the wave of confusion that washed across his face. “We also have a test for literature later,” you added, now sounding significantly chirpier after getting your satisfaction from his miscalculation, “which I assume you also forgot about?”

“That I remember!” he said proudly, “I have prepared to cheat!”

“And you’re so sure I won’t bust you?”

“You won’t do that to me,” he frowned, “do you really not know?”

You threw your hands up.

His head dropped as he leaned on his table, holding himself up with his forearm as he tilted towards you. “It’s my birthday,” he revealed in defeat.

“Oh,” you held back the smile on your face at his pout from your nonchalant reaction, “happy birthday.”

“You’re so cold!” he swung himself onto his chair, dramatically raising his voice.

You snorted, “What else do you want me to say?”

“No presents for the birthday boy?” he quirked his eyebrows up.

“I literally only found out a second ago.”

He sucked in a deep breath, “So mean!”

“Ok, ok!” you put a stop to his moaning, knowing full well that he was not planning to let this go.

You dipped down into your bag that hung by the side of your desk and Atsumu broke into a wide smile as you mumbled about how annoying he was while rummaging through your stuff. There had got to be some trash in there that you could shut him up with, a pen or a half-used rubber, anything. You were not sure why Atsumu liked to bother you so much, you did not even interact with him much for the entirety of the previous year when you were also in the same class. Maybe it was because he had his twin to annoy and now that his brother was a few classrooms away, he had lost his staple victim and you happened to be the unlucky scapegoat for sitting right in front of him.

“Ah!” you exclaimed when the tip of your fingers touched the zig-zag rim of an opened bag.

You had forgotten that you had it here until now, pulling the opened and half-emptied bag of sour candy out of your bag. It was the extra sour kind, the ones that made you salivate the moment you got past the coat of sugar on the outside and reached the hard candy. You brought it with you as a way to force yourself awake, sneaking a piece into our mouth when the teacher was not noticing and spiking your head into clarity with the sourness.

It was particularly useful for mornings and right after lunch, and the pack was big enough that you wouldn’t feel sorry for your wallet if you hand it out to random people.

“Here you go,” you placed the wrapped candy onto his desk, “your present.”

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you and atsumu are not in a fight.

well, at least, according to him, it’s not a fight, because for it to be a fight, both sides need to be participating in the fighting, and since he claims that he’s not participating in it, it would not make it a fight.

he isn’t fighting with you — “i don’t wanna argue with you!” he says, toothy smile and all — but you are most definitely fighting with him — “must be because you know you’re gonna lose!” you say back, just as in love.

“why do you look like that?” sakusa snaps him out of his thoughts, looking at him briefly before settling back into reality.

atsumu isn’t looking so good. not only did he have to get out of bed an entire hour earlier than he usually does, but he also had to wait in line at this cafe all the way across town for two cups of coffee.

there’s a groan lodged in the back of his throat. he’s already so tired and so sleepy, and he doesn’t even like coffee.

he looks up, stifling a yawn as he shrugs, “i’m as hot as ever, omi.”

and to that, as expected, sakusa rolls his eyes, standing casually near his teammate as he finally notices the two cups of coffee in his hands.

“at least you’re still good for coffee.” sakusa shrugs, reaching out for one of the cups.

atsumu swats his hand away, “not for you.”

( and sakusa feels the need to scoff because don’t friends get each other coffee? and has atsumu miya not been breathing down his neck all year for him to finally admit that they’re best friends forever? )

“ooh, coffee!” shoyo chimes in, his usual smile adorning his face as he runs to where atsumu and sakusa stand, hands grabby for one of the two cups in the former’s grasp.

atsumu swerves away from shoyo’s approach, shaking his head, “not for you either.”

shoyo falls, his shoulders dropping as he’s shot down by atsumu’s gesture, and he looks at sakusa, who — as the same as him — is noticeably more frowney than usual.

it’s not even eight in the morning.

the main doors in the big gymnasium opens, and with it, everyone turns their heads to anticipate who the newcomer is.

atsumu knows who it is — he knew who it would be — in fact, he was counting on it.

“hey!” atsumu runs over to you, his morning slump apparently over the second you walked in those doors.

you don’t usually find yourself in atsumu’s work place so early, you visit from time to time, but never in the mornings since you find them still so scattered and drowsy when you do.

you joked that atsumu works with insomniacs, always up so late and up so early, and atsumu, with a straight face, tells you, “i work with psychos.”

(and he never mentioned a name, but you’re pretty sure he was talking about bokuto and hinata and sakusa.)

this morning, atsumu had asked you to come meet him earlier than you usually do because he had something “super-duper important” to tell you.

and you might’ve been in a fight with him now, but you’ve never been one to stand him up when he’s asked to meet.

atsumu gives you a smile, “i got you coffee.”

( and in the background, for some reason, both sakusa and hinata scoff, shaking their heads in disappointment as they both yell, “boo!” )

“yeah, you can keep your stupid coffee.” you keep a playful smile on your face as you cross your arms over your chest.

"don't say that in front of them." atsumu gapes, covering the coffee as he fakes a hurt expression on his face.

he scoffs, shaking his head, "they're amazing coffee, not stupid, and i had to wait twenty minutes in line for them at that one cafe you love so much."

"i already told you i'm not gonna do all 'this' with you until you reschedule that dinner with your parents." you reply, still not accepting the coffee he persistently tries to hand over to you.

to put it simply — atsumu miya is refusing to have dinner with his parents.

and that’s fine, it wouldn’t bother you at all since it’s his life and his family, but ever since he’s been “strategically” dodging their calls, his mom started calling you — and that’s where you get involved.

the last time they’ve invited you out for dinner, atsumu had made osamu call them and cancel for the two of you, because apparently, you were too sick to go out and atsumu was too busy taking care of you to call them himself.

( “why am i the sick one?” you complained, a yell dying in your throat.

atsumu, smiling and nodding proudly, “cuz i’m too strong and healthy to be sick, they’re never gonna believe that!”

you threw a pillow in his face. )

and now — well — now, you’re not not in fight.

he told you he refuses to fight with you, and you told him you’re never gonna talk to him ever again until he calls his mom to reschedule that dinner.

so basically, you're both at a stalemate.

"all 'this'?" atsumu raises a brow, his smug smile widening as he closes his eyes.

"you mean me showing you my unconditional love?" he scoffs, and once again, he points to the cup in his hand, "with amazing coffee?"

"atsumu miya." there’s a glint in your eye as you smile, "i will not flirt with you in public or in private until you call your mom."

"i'm your husband, it's in our vows to flirt." he shakes his head.

and you smile wider, raising your shoulders slightly as you take the cup of coffee in his hands, "i'm gonna go and ignore you now."

"you're gonna ignore me?" atsumu gapes, his hand dramatically over his chest, "your husband? the love of your life?"

and you give him a kiss on the cheek, turning on your heels and walking away as you take your leave.

atsumu yells after you as he watches you go and walk away, "where in the vows did you include this?"

and to that, you take a sip from the cup he’s been so proud of, and you look back at where he stands, "average coffee!"

and you’re gone again.

as fast as you came by, you’ve left the gymnasium just as quick, and atsumu watches, with a small smile on his face, as you go.

shoyo and sakusa walk over to where atsumu settles, a shared look on both their faces as they stop just behind him.

“y/n left already?” shoyo looks at the door. “i didn’t get to say goodbye … or hi …”

atsumu shrugs, “if it makes you feel any better, i didn’t get to say bye or hi too.”

“you two … in a fight?” sakusa asks, and he may look disinterested, he’s perfected this expression for years, but he won’t deny that he’s a little bit curious.

atsumu looks up at him, his smile swirling in with his scoff, “i do not fight. i’m peace. i am a peaceful person.”

“hm.” sakusa hums, and he does something that he’s never done before.

as atsumu sits, watching the door that you’ve just left through, sakusa puts his hand on his shoulder, a sympathetic pat once or twice, and it’s weird because this is probably the kindest thing he’s done for him all year.

“you should’ve given me the coffee.”

this is gonna be a long morning.

by the time lunch rolls around, atsumu usually calls you the second he gets off the court — not only is this time one of the very few times where your breaks line up, but he’s always liked asking you how your day is going while he eats.

yesterday, you talked about your professor and his new girlfriend, the day before that, he told you about his new coach, and today —

today, he has nothing to talk to you about, because frankly, he’s not even sure if you’d pick up if he’d call.

he hates this — he hates that you’re mad at him, he hates that he can’t talk to you the way he usually does, and he definitely hates that stupid coffee he waited 20 minutes in line for for not giving him the caffeine boost he needs.

"you look upset."

and suddenly, he hates everything a little bit less.

atsumu looks up from the bench, "you’re back."

"i bought you lunch from that one sushi place you love so much," you stand across from him, watching as his smile widens by the second.

your eyes crinkle, "how are we on time?"

and atsumu gives you a wide grin, "we’ve got about an hour until i can ask the coach to give me five more minutes to spend with you."

you hit his shoulder, "you’re flirting."

and he scoffs, "i can’t help it that my words have a natural charm in them."

and you laugh, but you tell him that you’re laughing at him and not with him, and he laughs too, because he’s happy that you’re here where he can hear you laugh.

it’s funny to think that this is how fighting goes between the two of you.

you make him sleep on the couch, and when he wakes up, you’re sleeping next to him, cramped up and smooshed in the tiny sofa.

he’s giving you the silent treatment, and you give him post-its to write his replies down so he can keep “not talking” to you whilst all the while still talking to you.

it’s the pinnacle of fights between your relationship, and atsumu is very happy with that.

"you shouldn't have come." atsumu tells you, but the smile that easily reaches his eyes tells you otherwise.

"you don't want me here?" you put a hand on your hip, eyes as teasing as ever.

he rolls his eyes, "some people say hello, you know, you can even try the 'hello atsumu-kun, you look so nice today!!' thing."

your shoulders rise, "you want me to lie to you the first second i see you?"

and as a response, atsumu puts a hand over his chest, dramatically falling to his knees as if he's been hit by a critical attack.

you put your things down on the ground as you let him wrap his arms around your waist, an easy gesture the two of you have done for way too long for it to feel foreign.

"hi." he smiles, looking at you directly as he embraces you, cheesy and awkward and new, and definitely thanking that everyone else has left the gym for their lunches.

"i don't wanna fight anymore." you tell him, "i‘m tired of smooshing next to you on the couch."

his eyes crinkle, "that's why you don't wanna fight?"

"that's the exact reason why." you nod, laughter lacing your words.

"so," he tilts his head, "then this means i win the fight?"

your shoulders rise, "no. i win the fight."

"but ye’r the one who said ya didn't wanna fight anymore - makes me the winner!" he prides, shaking his head stubbornly as he scoffs.

"you bought me coffee as a peace offering, so you caved first, which means i win!" your tone is just the same as his.

"that doesn't count." he shakes his head, but his sly grin remains easy.

you narrow your eyes, "yes, it does - i win."

and he tells you, happy to have you so close, "i win."

"atsumu miya," you coo, and he smiles wider, "i win."

and he's planned to say something after that — something even more clever or funnier than what you've just said to one-up you — but he doesn't.

instead, he does what he's been dying to do all day, and with easy eyes, he leans into your space, easily closing in the gap as if it was never there in the first place.

he kisses you, and it's nice, because the way his hands are on your waist and your hands are circled around his neck make the two of you feel closer than you really are.

you can feel his smile against your lips, and when he pulls back, the same smile is still there.

atsumu nods, a glint in his eye, "you win."

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