#// miya: leave me behind and save yourself!

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@eraba-reta-unmei-new asked: “ when i say run, i need you to do as i say and don’t even think about me. ”

"N-Now isn't the time for jokes!" Emma said frantically, pulling Miya along by the wrist.

They had been woken up recently, being told the Grand Order was resolved and they could go home, but to the surprise of many of the remaining staff, both of the women had said they wanted to remain and assist Chaldea. It had been a strange few days of the 48th Master remaining in custody for 'questioning' along with some others, so the two were left to little more than twiddle their thumbs.

It all happened so fast, the mysterious Servant and soldiers invading the building, slaughtering who they came across. They weren't ordinary soldiers, either, which made escape really the only option. And when Miya told Emma to run ahead without her, she pointedly disregarded leaving her behind.

"They'll kill you! Our chances are much better together, so keep moving!" The time to panic and cry was later, after they were safe. For now, they had to run if they wanted to see the horizon.

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too sweet - atsumu miya x reader 

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“Okay, I’ll do it.” Atsumu sighs, making you scream with glee. 

“Finally!” You jump up from your chair, the wheels squeaking as it scoots behind you. You push it under your desk and grab your cell phone, holding it up and pointing at it. “First, I’ll need a picture of you from before, maybe when you were in high school? Do you have one from a game maybe?”

“Sure,” he grins, looking up at you from the couch in your office. 

“Well, get to it. Send me it.” 

He grins, his eyes light with amusement. “Give me a minute,” he scrolls through his phone, taking several minutes. “Oh,” he grins, looking at you and back to his phone. 

“What is it?” You frown.

“I need to delete that one,” is all he says then your phone dings and you get a few pictures of Atsumu from high school, all in his uniform, some of them in action and others goofy pictures with his brother and teammates. 

“Perfect. We need to get a shot of you now. Do you have your uniform?” 

He stands up, his form towering over yours, and he grins again. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” 

“Atsumu,” You roll your eyes, pushing his chest gently. “Get moving. I’ll meet you on the court.” 

He laughs as he watches you leave, taking your phone and camera in case the quality is bad on your phone. You’re only sitting on the bleachers for a moment before Atsumu comes in from the locker rooms, dressed in his black uniform. 

“Alright, boss, whatcha need from me?” He asks, tossing up a volleyball. 

“A few shots of you setting, maybe wink at the camera, or do something flirtatious. Oh!” An idea hits you. 

“What is it?” 

“Do you have any water?”

He raises his eyebrow and laughs. “Are you making a thirst trap, for real?” 

“What? Shoyo and Kou said no.” You laugh. 

“Didn’t ask Kiyoomi, did you?” He grins. 

“He’d quit if I tried. He told me before I even looked at him.” You giggle, recalling the memory. 

“So I’m your last choice, huh?” He frowns, pouting his lip out. 

You run your finger down his chest, “I saved the best for last.” 

“Yeah?” His eyes graze down your body and your cheeks warm. 

You’ve had a flirtatious banter with Atsumu for the last year now since you started this job, but it’s heated up in the last few weeks. He hangs around more before and after practices, even on days he’s not required, he’s here in the office. 

“Go set a few balls,” you push him away and he grins as he jogs away towards the cart full of balls.

It doesn’t take long, you get good shots on both your phone and camera, knowing you can use them for other promotional material later. The last thing left is to get a shot with water dripping off him. 

Atsumu is accommodating, following your direction, and letting you pour water down him multiple times to get the right shot. You keep the camera rolling as he wipes his face with the hem of his shirt, shaking his head and the water flinging off him from his hair and face. 

That’s the shot you needed. 

Atsumu snaps and you break from your gaze. “Sorry, what?” 

“I was asking if you got the shot.” 

“Oh,” you smile, face warm. “I did. Thank you,” you’re too quiet now and you worry he’s noticed you’re flustered. 

He winks as he walks towards the locker room, so you start towards the elevator back to your office. Giving yourself a few more moments, you glance at the footage on your phone, knowing it’s a bad idea. You can’t develop any more feelings for him, but you do anyway. 

As you’re looking at the last shot on the camera, your phone pings again. It’s Atsumu. You open the message and see it’s a photo, still downloading. 

You drop your phone and gasp, picking it back up quickly and checking to see if you really saw what you think you saw. You did. 

Attached to a winky emoji is a picture of Atsumu with just a towel draped lowly around his waist. Another ping comes through as your face turns red. 

You’re not too sweet for me. 

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Pairing: Miya Atsumu x Reader WC: ~1.2k     Genre: angst Summary: After the lie that you told at Atsumu's and Osamu's birthday party to save your pride, we get a look behind the curtain as Atsumu confesses something to Rintarou in private. CW: Atsumu being an idiot. Mentions of drinking (previously)

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Atsumu sighed and turned his head over, switching which cheek was resting on his arms on the table. A minute passed before he did it again, switching his cheek again.

Rintarou groaned and closed his textbook dramatically before looking over at Atsumu. “What in the world are you moping about?”

“M’not mo-”

“You’re moping.” Rintarou cut him off quickly. “Look at-”

“Shhh!” Someone from the next table over urged them quickly pointing at the sign on one of the nearby pillars, one that read Library, No Talking.

Rintarou held his hands up in surrender, rolling his eyes when the girl turned back around. He lowered his voice to a whisper when he turned back to Atsumu. “Look at yourself, you’re not studying, you’ve had your head on your arms, book open and ignored for the last ten minutes. Hell, your sighing itself coulda roused me from my sleep.” Atsumu sighed and looked up at Rintarou guiltily. “So…” Rintarou waved his hands in the air waiting for Atsumu’s answer.

The faux blond huffed through his nose and straightened up before leaning onto his elbows so the distance between the two boys was smaller from across the table. “I messed up, I think.”

Rintarou looked at him expectantly for a few seconds before realizing that Atsumu wasn’t continuing his statement. He groaned, his head falling back in annoyance for a moment before righting himself up again. “Go on!”

“Shhh!” The girl from the next table urged again, irritation easily present on her face as she pressed her finger to her lips again.

Rintarou scowled at her, lips upticking as his eyes narrowed. Atsumu seemed to ignore it however, electing to not change his volume. “I fucked up, at the party the other night.” Rintarou blinked at him in boredom, waiting for the punchline that Atsumu was drawing out. “Y’know, Osamu’s and m’birthday party.” Rintarou sighed and waited, Atsumu paused for a few seconds before: “The one where w’were all drinking t’much.” Another few seconds and: “The one where I introduced Mizuki t’e’ryone.”

“Jesus Atsumu! Yes I know the party! Can you get on with it!” Rintarou snapped loudly in irritation, not in the mood to play along with his teammate’s game.

“SHHH!” Rintarou’s head snapped towards the girl again and was pretty sure that he saw spit fly from the space created by her lips as she glared at them.

“Oh get off it! See!” Rintarou shoved his chair back, messily grabbing his things and shoving them into his bag. “Leaving! Happy?” He sneered at the girl as she shot him another dirty look. “Yeah, fuck you too.” His hand grabbed the back of Atsumu’s jacket as he passed the boy, yanking him to follow. Atsumu scrambled to grab his things as he was pulled from the table, clumsily tripping on his feet before he straightened to follow the other boy out of the library.

Rintarou huffed as he stepped out into the cold, his air creating a fog around his face as he stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his jeans as he turned to Atsumu. “Get it out then.”

Atsumu sighed and if anyone would have asked him then, the pink that coated his cheeks was from the cold and not from the embarrassment that surged through him at the confession he was about to make. “I told y/n and Osamu that Mizuki and I were datin’.” His voice was quiet, uncharacteristically so. Rintarou was sure that if Atsumu had spoken any quieter then it would have been carried away in the cold wind.

“Yeah.” Rintarou’s voice carried the same lilt that it would have if he would’ve just said ‘well no shit’ to his companion. “I was there for that announcement, remember?”

“Right.” Atsumu cleared his throat as he looked past Rintarou, suddenly finding interest in the random characters on the street. “Well ‘bout that. Tiny detail.” Rintarou’s gut filled with dread as Atsumu paused again, already willing himself to not reach out and hit the boy. “We ain’t.”

Rintarou paused for a few seconds. The two words weighing in his mind, processing and developing a meaning and consequences. “What. The actual fuck. Is wrong with you!?” He snapped and Atsumu barely ducked out of the way of an aim to the back of his head.

“It jus’ slipped out! I wasn’ thinkin’!” He defended himself desperately, throwing his hands up in front of his face.

“You jus’ slipped out lying that you’re dating a girl?” Rintarou scoffed and shook his head, looking up to the sky and wondering if he was cursed for having to deal with Miyan drama yet again. “Explain yourself before I smack you.”

“I just, I’d just learned that I didn’ even know ‘Samu and y/n’d kissed years ago and ‘parently plenty since.” Atsumu scowled slightly and realization started to dawn on Rintarou, a groan starting to bubble in his throat. “An’ then she was drunk an’ hangin’ all o’er ‘Samu tellin’ me how she was happy t’tell me fin’ly that they was datin’ an-”

“You got jealous.”

Atsumu swallowed hard at the accusation but nodded quietly in confirmation. “What was I s’posed t’do? Was takin’ e’rything in me to act happy and Mizuki jus’ walked in!”

“You’re an idiot. Oh my god you’re idiots.” The slight change of phrase from ‘you’re an idiot’ to ‘you’re idiots’ seemed to go straight over Atsumu’s head as Rintarou referenced both your absent self and the idiot in front of him in conjunction. 

“Listen! Sunarin! Ya can’ tell ‘em!” Atsumu cried suddenly, his hands grasping onto the jacket of the other, begging. “We did somethin’ even worse.”

“What could you possibly have done worse?”

“After ‘Samu an’ her snuck off t’the bathroom.” Rintarou froze, realizing that your escape to the bathroom, an event he’d been informed of by Osamu as the latter decided to take you home not long after, had been taken by Atsumu as something far different than the platonic act that it was. “Mizuki agreed t’play along for a bit. We’ve got a double date this weekend.”

“Nope.” Rintarou smacked Atsumu’s hands off and took a step away, turning in a fluid motion.

“Sunarin!” Atsumu cried but Rintarou shook his head.

“Absolutely not, not gettin’ involved, Miya.” He sighed as he took a step off the curb to cross the street, throwing one more comment before he left. “Get it sorted, Miya, before you cause some real damage.”

Atsumu was left alone in front of the library, jaw dropped in bewilderment as he watched Rintarou retreat away from him. Rintarou, on the other hand, was mentally planning how he would kill both you and Atsumu for the stupid stunt you’d both pulled that had gotten you both into the most idiotic situation he’d ever had the displeasure of witnessing unfold. The two most oblivious people in the world miraculously fucking up in the same exact way.

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Always Here [Miya Atsumu]

Content: Established Relationship, Married Couple, Depression, Familial Relationships, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

Header: @/tsumoos

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Miya Atsumu was a strong man. Not only was he strong physically (which he had to be as the MSBY Black Jackals Setter), but he was also strong emotionally for you. When you had bad days, he was there to support you. When you could barely keep your head above water, arms failing against the tides, he grabbed your hand, and pulled you back in. Saving you for yourself. However, he wasn’t the strongest. No one was. And although you also extended your hands out to him, sometimes he needed a second pair.

“Samu…” You hated to bother him on his day off, but some things were worth it.

“I’m on my way—” You heard shuffling on the other side of the line. “Has he said anything to ya?”

You sighed, bottom lip wobbling. “No, and that’s what’s worrying me the most. He just came home crying—I don't even think he noticed that he was.”

“…Okay, stay on the line with me, will ya?” You knew that he only asked because you yourself were on the verge of collapse.

Osamu was such a good brother to the both of you. You pocketed your phone as the urge to fiddle with your wedding band became stronger. You don’t know what you’d do with Osamu to keep the both of you afloat, but you also felt terrible for always needing him to help you. If you were a better person, then—

“Talk to me. I can hear ya overthinkin’ from here.”

“…sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I understand what yer going through. Anyway, lemme tell ya about a costumer I had yesterday—” And then he changed the subject just like that.

You chatted with him until he knocked at your door. He looked the same as always with that black cap, and deadpan expression, but his gaze was full of worry, already looking you over. And seeing him…made you break down. You bit your lip hard as you rushed him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. His arms immediately wrapped around your frame.

“It’s okay. I’m here now—for the both of ya.”

“I know…thank you, Osamu.”

He pulled you back, a grimace on his face. “Ew. Don’t call me by my name like that—It’s weird.”

You chuckled, despite the tears that were still freshly rolling down your cheeks. “Sorry, Samu.”

“He in the bedroom?” He asked as he fully pulled away from you. You nodded, and he entered your home, heading that way.

You shut and locked the door behind him, then made your way to the bathroom. You took a little extra time to compose yourself (as well as wash your tear stained face) before joining the two of them.

They were on the floor, backs against the bed with their heads peeking over the top. Samu was on the far side, closer to the wall, and when you joined them, Tsumu was in the middle of the both of you. The twins were shoulder to shoulder, so you dropped your head on Tsumu’s other shoulder. A firm way to let him know that you were there—the both of you were.

And after a few moments, his body relaxed, and he sighed.

“Thanks.”

But he didn’t tell either of you what was troubling him. And you’d just have to leave him be, and hope that next time he would open up to the two of you.

Because no matter what, the two of you would always be here for him.

Digs up a plot, so that I can push that we're only 5 followers away from the 750 follower event (and if we reach it before Valentine's Day then it can be Valentine's Day themed aka fluffy)

Anyway, that aside, I really love these two. I also love expressing big, strong men's vulnerabilities, and letting them know that regardless, they're loved. :3c

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Chapter Twenty Seven

Two Toned Carnation

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

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After you and Atsumu sit down on the couch where he's been sleeping for the past three weeks, you explain to him the truth about where you went. You tell him you were going to meet up with Oikawa, but after you overheard his conversation with Ushijima, you bailed and went to Rhodes. You then continue to explain why you went to Daisho's hideout and met up with Kuroko after.

He listens quietly as you explain yourself before coming up with a response. "Okay," he begins slowly, thinking carefully about what he says before he says it, "Thank you for telling me. I was really worried about you. I had a feeling you might have gone out with him and I didn't want you to get hurt. But what do we do now?"

"Celebrate while we wait to get our revenge?" you grin. "I know I'm too late for dinner, so wanna hit the bar instead? Drinks on you?" 

"Oh, drinks on me, huh?" he laughs.

"Well I did just give every last penny I own to save our lives," you remind him.

"Alright then. I'd say all of this is worth celebrating. I'm in."

About an hour after you and Atsumu arrived at the bar, the two of you are absolutely wasted. Drinks flowed continuously the whole time until your conversations are interrupted by a girl tapping Atsumu's shoulder from behind. She obviously didn't notice the two of you talking at first, but makes her opinion of Atsumu perfectly clear while she hits on him even after she sees you watching her.

"I'm very flattered," he chuckles awkwardly, obviously not sure what he should say to this girl who's making her feelings well known to everyone in the entire bar, "but I'm not the guy you're looking for. I'm afraid I couldn't commit to anything you're trying to find."

"Well of course not," the girl giggles as she somehow gets even closer to Atsumu before whispering loudly in his ear. "Not in front of your girlfriend, that is. She is watching us after all."

You look down at your drink, trying your best to ignore her. However, you can feel Atsumu's gaze burn down at you for a moment before he ends up turning away. You're not sure what he says to her after that because you're suddenly approached by a handsome man on your opposite side.

"And I thought they didn't let assholes like him in here," he smiles at you.

"Oh? Heard that, did you?" you scoff as a small grin tugs at your lips.

"I could feel your pain from the other side of the room. So he's not your boyfriend then, is he?" the man then asks.

"No, but it's kinda complicated," you sigh as you look down at the bar counter, hoping to avoid the awkwardness of the conversation.

"Well then why don't we get out of here and go get ourselves some ice cream across the street?" he smiles kindly. You look over at him, intrigued by the idea until you can feel a large body hovering behind you.

"No way," Atsumu says with crossed arms. "I don't trust this guy as far as I could punch him in the face which is right here, right fucking now."

"Don't get all defensive just 'cause I know how to ask her out and you don't," the man smirks. 

"The fuck do you know?" Atsumu hisses, his body growing as he gets angrier.

"For putting her in the friend zone you're a bit too overprotective, man. That's all I'm sayin'." With that, he picks up his drink and smirks at Atsumu as he walks away. "Ya know what, not worth it," he mutters as he goes. Atsumu sighs with relief as he watches the man leave.

Around one in the morning, you and Atsumu stumble out of the bar side by side towards where you're supposed to meet your carshare ride. "Ya know," you hiccup as you bump into his side, "it's odd that people think we're dating when I was actually gonna marry your brother instead."

Atsumu stops walking and turns to face you. "What?" he says, shocked. "What do you mean? He proposed?"

"No, 'course not," you reply with a lopsided smile. "I was gonna propose to him." You then pull out the small ring from your wallet and carefully hand it over to him. "I was gonna give it to him the night he went missing..."

"Shit," Atsumu mumbles to himself as he passes you back the ring. He looks like his brain is literally about to explode. "Shit, I'm really sorry, Y/N. I didn't know, I swear I didn't. I never would've-"

"It's okay," you smile as you tuck the ring away. "I never told you. How could you know? It's alright."

You reach your hand up to his cheek without really thinking about it. However, when Atsumu notices how close you're getting to him again, he pulls back before you can make any kind of move on him.

"Y/N, please. You were gonna marry my brother. My fucking brother," he repeats as he tries to wrap his brain around the whole thing. "Shit, what the fuck is wrong with me."

"What does it matter? You knew he and I were dating. It's not that much of a difference. Besides, I can't marry him anymore so I guess there's no point dwelling on it," you admit as your eyes cast down at the ground.

Atsumu looks at you for a moment as he thinks about all the information he's gotten tonight. Not only from you, but from that stranger at the bar, too. You're right, there's no point in dwelling on it. So instead of waiting any longer, Atsumu reaches his hands up to the sides of your face and kisses you. Your eyes burst wide open as your heart skips a beat. 

Just as his tongue gently slides against yours, a blinding light sweeps past to ruin the moment. Your ride is here and, unfortunately, that means Atsumu breaks away from you.

The car ride is quiet. There's a serious firey tension in the back of the car, but neither you nor Atsumu say a single word or pass each other a moment's glance until you get home.

Atsumu thanks the driver for the ride before grabbing you by the hand and whisking you out of the car. He almost runs straight to the front door where he fumbles around for his keys until you both finally get inside.

The moment he closes the door, you jump right into his arms. His lips meet yours desperately as he walks you towards the only bedroom in his house. Your clothes are pulled off in record time before he lays you down and climbs over top of you.

He bends down on his elbows as he reaches down to your neck and finally marks you as his own. You tilt your head away from him and allow him to have his way as he bruises the flesh of your skin down to your chest. But before he gets any further down, he pulls back up to his hands and looks down at you to catch his breath.

"Are you alright?" you ask as you watch him closely.

"I can't," he shakes his head. "I can't do this to you. It'll only hurt you more."

"That's not true," you tell him as your hands find their way to his hair. "You'll hurt by not doing this."

"I don't want to play pretend with you, Y/N. I'm not Samu and I can't pretend to be him," he says as he knits his eyebrows together.

"That's not what we're doing, you know that. I want to be here with you right now, Atsumu," you assure him.

"But in a heartbeat you'd leave me for him. Would you even hesitate if you had the chance to be with him again?" he asks seriously.

You find yourself at a complete loss for words. You don't know what to say. To be quite honest, you don't know if he's right or not. But because you don't answer, Atsumu steps away from you and picks up his shirt from the floor. He quickly throws it over his head. He doesn't even wait until it's on properly until he leaves you in the dark room alone for the night.

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what you want | m.o.

A/N: Youch this one. Im back lol 

Synopsis: You were the right person at the absolute worst time

Genre: Angst, fluff

Pairings: Osamu x reader, timeskip!Osamu x reader 

Song Recs: Dandelions - Ruth B, Save Your Tears - The Weeknd, Only Love Can Hurt Like This - Paloma Faith

Word Count: 7k

pt.2

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5 years ago...

“Osamu, please don’t make this harder.” She pleads.

He shakes his head in disbelief, water soaking his work uniform, but he didn’t care. Not when she was about to leave. “I’m not making anything harder Mel, but I’m tryin’ to just- why- why are you leaving?”

Mel had a heart, and she loved Osamu as much as she could, but this was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up. “This is really important to me-”

“Aren’t we important?” He whispers.

She lets her tears finally fall down her face, but it’s not like Osamu could tell, with the rain drenching them. “I’ll be gone for months at a time and I don’t want you waiting for me.”

“I want to wait for you. I’d rather that than not have you at all.” He pleads again.

But she’s already made up her mind, he understands her so well that even he knows arguing with her is futile. “I don’t want that.”

Osamu is upset, he feels like she doesn’t care. “If you loved me enough you would at least try.”

She stares pointedly at him. “Don’t say that, not when it’s an absolute lie. I’ve loved you all this time and I chose you over everything, but I need to do this for myself.”

“Why can’t you have both?”

“I can’t- I don’t want you waiting for me ‘Samu. Maybe one day in the future... if it’s meant to be...”

“It is meant to be. Why do we have to separate?” He asks.

She smiles sadly. “I need to be alone ‘Samu. Without you. I’ve only ever known life with you.”

He shakes his head again. “I don’t want to know life without you.”

Mel cups his face and leaves a long kiss on his forehead. “I love you ‘Samu, and I’m sure someone will love you more than I ever could.”

“That’s not true.” He grabs her hands to make her look at his face, his distraught and scared look. “I don’t want anyone else. I just want you.”

“Please take care of yourself.” She kisses his hands before leaving him behind but taking his heart with her.

“Alright, y/n here’s your list of events that the boys will be at and who you’re inviting.” The PR manager tells you. “You’re in charge of making sure these players highlighted on the paper don’t get into any problems during these meetings. The other assistants will be handling other players.”

“Thank you ma’am.” You sit down at your desk and look through the athletes you were given. Bokuto Kotaro, Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shoyo, and Sakusa Kiyoomi. You look through their social media presence and scour through tweets, instagram posts, reddit posts, youtube videos, the whole lot. 

What you have noticed is that Sakusa doesn’t inherently get himself into trouble, he more or less is surrounded by trouble. The ringleader of the bunch being Miya Atsumu. Although, Sakusa does tend to say things that many people online would consider “bullying and insensitive”. 

The whole gang of them have charges for public intoxication, dating rumors, vandalism, and celebrity beef. You look at Atsumu’s twitter to find his latest celebrity beef. It is with the owner of a small business called Onigiri Miya.

His tweets read the following:

“Just went to Onigiri Miya and the owner gave me side eyes the whole time! Super uncomfortable.”

“Don’t go to Onigiri Miya, the owner is garbage and not friendly at all.”

“Onigiri Miya has the WORST onigiri I’ve ever had. DO NOT GO!”

You shake your head wondering just why this man would tweet such a thing. There are comments defending the business and others that are just confused. However, you do see that the owner responded to Atsumu’s tweets.

“Yea, how does it feel losing to the Adlers a second time?”

“I only asked you to leave because you were drunk as shit, piss head.”

He was really just roasting Atsumu back in quite a mean way and you wonder what the relation between the two is. It is your job to uncover these things, so you quickly find out that the two are brothers after looking at their pictures and very old instagram posts. “You are fucking with me.”

Once the boys finished practice they met their new PR managers. You walked up to the boys, papers in hand. “Hello! It’s nice to meet you I’m y/n l/n and I’ll be your specific PR manager from now on.” They all greet you and introduce themselves. Atsumu looks at you a little funny but you brush it off. “I’ve seen the recent news on you has been focused on Atsumu.” 

The setter scratches the back of his neck bashfully. “Yea about that...”

“I know that’s your brother, but you should think of revealing that somehow, since you are now considered a hater of small businesses.” You respond. Atsumu nods his head. “Sakusa, there’s not much I can say except that your friends seem to get you into trouble.”

He rolls his eyes. “It’s always just me.”

“You’re no saint Sakusa, public intoxication and you were called out for being homophobic along with Inunaki.” 

Sakusa crosses his arms and sinks into his sweater. Hinata chuckles looking at the spiker. “It’s alright y/n-san, Sakusa is-”

“Shut it.” He says. Bokuto is confused at what Sakusa was trying to do so he just flicks his wrist to show you. 

You try to hold it in, you really do, but the face he made along with the action just made you let out a small chuckle. “Alright boys, if you would just come with me and we can talk about how to sort this out. You’re not safe either Hinata, Mister ‘MSBY Player Caught Dancing with the Enemy.’” 

“We at least tried to stay out of sight, heh.” He smiles brightly at you causing Atsumu and Sakusa to roll their eyes. They follow you back to your office and discuss how to overcome these headlines.

“Alright, so today, Atsumu and I will be going to Osamu’s restaurant to take some pictures with him to post on your twitter. Try to think of a caption that isn’t forced, and something you’d actually say.” You remind him.

Atsumu nods. “I already got one.” He smiles deviously.

You pray that these boys make your life just a bit easier. 

Atsumu drives all of you to Onigiri Miya. It was just supposed to be you and him, but the boys wanted to tag along, and Sakusa was dragged to come with, so he’s a bit grumpy right now. This shop was the first one that Osamu opened, and he has two more, one in Tokyo, and another in Sendai.

You walked in at a particularly busy time, there were a lot of people enjoying their late night onigiri, but you couldn’t find the owner anywhere. People stopped to stare either because they recognized Atsumu, or they were confusing him with Osamu. 

A man rushed in your direction and you lost your footing a bit, but the man who bumped into you wrapped his arm around your waist, not allowing you to fall. “Hey, I’m so sorry about that.”

You look up to meet the same exact face of the player you came with, but a completely different aura and eyes. He looked at you as if he was learning everything he needed to know, and his closeness terrified you but also felt safe. “That’s - um, alright. You must be Osamu, I came with your brother.” You point to Atsumu who just waves. “We just wanted to talk with you, I’m their PR manager.”

“Oh, we’re a bit busy right now, but I can get y’all a table and meet you in a few.” He offers. You take it and the lot of you sit at a booth eating some onigiri. 

The boys dig in quickly and you take a bite of yours, not expecting it to be as good as it was. How does something so simple taste so delicious. “Eat up y/n-san. ‘Samu makes the best onigiris.” He says with his mouth full.

Sakusa glares at the setter before getting into it with him and they begin arguing. Hinata laughs and talks with you. Bokuto is enjoying his time eating another onigiri. 

“Osamu is a workaholic, ever since a couple years ago he’s been putting everything into his job.” Hinata informs you.

You turn your head to the side in question. “Why? What happened?”

Hinata gives you a worried look and you’re nervous for his answer. “We don’t know specifics, but it was around the same time I joined. Atsumu was taking care of his brother cause he was in really bad shape. I don’t know what happened, but he was a mess.” Hinata takes a swig of his beer taking a pause. “The only thing that really saved him was his work.” 

“That’s terrible.” It’s the only thing you can say, you don’t know this man, but you’ve seen a glimpse of what he’s like the way he interacts with people that he’s a much calmer version of his twin. 

Once the frenzy dies down, Osamu sits next to Atsumu and stares at him. “What did you do now?”

Atsumu grumbles at his brother ready to give him a piece of his mind. “Actually, it’s what you both did.” You butt in. “Hi, I didn’t really get to introduce myself. My name’s y/n l/n and I’m these four’s PR manager.” 

Osamu finally looks at you and his face visibly drops. You wonder what’s wrong with you and if there was something on your face. On the other hand, Osamu is shaken with how much you look like her, it makes him want to leave immediately. Whatever the matter, he brushes it off and sticks his hand out for you to shake.

“Name’s Osamu or ‘Samu whatever you prefer.”  Atsumu nudges his brother which he ignores completely, he doesn’t even shove him back and that’s how he knows something is wrong. 

You nod with a smile and explain that you’re here to fix this twitter feud between the two of them and Osamu laughs. 

“I’m actually making money of him more than losing.” He points at his brother with a sly grin on his face. Atsumu crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. “I actually have if you bring in a flyer of Atsumu and scribble on it you get ten percent off your purchase.”

You put a hand over your mouth to prevent the giggles from escaping you. Atsumu goes to feud with him but retracts. “Actually that’s not bad at all.” You cough to clear your throat and gain everyone’s attention.

“You can still do that regardless, but I just ask that you clear up the online situation by letting people know your brothers. It can be whatever you want, just please make sure that happens.” You put your hands together.

Atsumu waves you off before smiling. “I’ve got the perfect idea y/n!”

Then, he proceeded to take a picture with an Onigiri Miya hat on and took a picture with his brother, a hand on his shoulder and the other pointing at Osamu as well as a bright smile on his face. Meanwhile, Osamu has his arms crossed in his uniform looking away from Atsumu annoyed.

Atsumu captioned his picture on twitter:

“Hey! Guess who owns Onigiri Miya?”

And Osamu captioned his:

“Rich volleyball star is trying to steal my business.”

In an instant the situation was dealt with and everyone online saw that the two were clearly related by their identical looks. You smile at your phone, task completed. “Thank you guys, that went really smoothly, let’s hope the others go by like that. Good work!”

All the boys head out to the car and you head out behind them. “Y/n?” You turn around and Osamu is holding out your bag that you left. “Don’t want ya to forget.”

You smile, a slight blush making it’s way to your cheeks because of how handsome he is. “Thank you Osamu, it was nice meeting you.”

“Come by anytime y/n, next onigiri’s on the house.” He assures.

You’re not sure what this feeling is that causes you to shiver in joy, but you welcome it. “I’ll hold you to it.” And you head out.

When you arrive home that day, you have already fixed half of the things you needed to and you applaud yourself for it. Your phone rings as you make dinner and you pick it up quickly. “Hello?”

“Y/n!” You immediately recognize your cousin’s voice through the phone.

“Hi Lu!” Lucy is your absolute best friend and she has been away from home for a while now. “How is everything?”

“It’s good! Hopefully I’ll be finished with school by the end of the year.”

“I miss you Lu. Come back soon.” The two of you talk for a bit, but it’s very late in Japan so you quickly head to sleep.

The month is busy for you as you struggle immensely with keeping your group out of trouble, but with a lot of work, you’ve managed to put them in a good light. You’re walking to your train station right when you pass by Osamu’s shop. You decide to pop in and see him at the counter counting the register.

Chairs are up and the floors are shiny, freshly mopped. The door chimes as you enter and Osamu begins, “We’re close-” He sees you standing at the door, still in your work attire, heels that are beginning to kill your feet. “Y/n.” He breathes out and that was so terribly attractive you shiver on the spot. “Sit, please.” He drops the money and fixes a table for you.

“Sorry to barge in during closing, I could come back tomorrow?” You offer with a smile.

He immediately shakes his head motioning for you to sit. “I have onigiri with your name on it already.” His words cause you to smile again involuntarily and you can’t help but agree and wait. He brings out two plates, three on each and two beers. “Don’t want you to eat alone.”

“That’s very kind of you, thank you Osamu.” You take a bite and it is just as wonderful as you remember it. “Wow, these are wonderful. I’m sorry it took so long to come back.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry, you’re managing my brother, I can imagine why.”

“It’s my first big time job, I just want to make sure I’m doing alright.” You sigh before finishing your first onigiri.

“I get it. I was terrified opening up this place.” He leans back, pushing his hair back as well. “It’s also what kept me going though, so I guess it worked out.”

“I’m glad that you’re doing so well, I can see why. These are delicious.” You hold up your second onigiri with a big smile on your face. 

Osamu laughs genuinely at your gesture, touched in a way. “Thank you for coming, and keeping me company.”

The two of you talk for what seems like a long time, and you help him close shop even though he insists you not do anything. You get it done together pretty quickly and you head out. 

“Can I give you a ride home?” He asks.

“If it’s alright with you, I’d love that.” You two get in his car and you put in the directions on the gps. Your favorite song comes up and you smile. “I love this one, can I turn it up?”

Osamu grins at you. “Well you’ll have to find a new favorite because this one is mine.”

“No way you listen to Bon Iver. Hold on.” You freeze, about to ask a very important question. “Have you seen any of the Twilight movies?”

He clicks his tongue right before pursing his lips. “I unfortunately have seen all of them.” 

“You’re- oh my god. I think I like you more now.” You giggle at this new revelation. “You saw all five?”

Osamu hums. “Actually, no I guess I only saw three then, I thought that was the last one, but I do recognize Roslyn. It was in the second movie.”

“Yes it was, I’m impressed. We should watch the last two! I loved the books, but the movies are special in their own way.” You were so caught up you didn’t even realize what you were asking.

He smirks in your direction. “Are you inviting me over?”

Instantly, you flush but don’t let it show. “Ah, only if you want to I guess.”

“I’d actually enjoy it.”

Then there’s that feeling again, but a little stronger.

You end up watching all of the movies all over again, and you stayed up pretty late, almost till five in the morning. It was so late when you finished you offered Osamu to stay the night. “I have some clothes you could have. I was going to gift them to my brother-in-law, but these wouldn’t fit.”

“Thank you,” he says as you hand him the clothes. “You have a sister?”

You shake your head. “No, my cousin Lucy is engaged, they’re getting married some time next year.” He nods as he gets dressed and takes off his shirt. You remove your eyes and turn the other way to give him some privacy. “You can sleep in my bed and I can take the couch.”

“No y/n, this is your home.” He says.

“And you’re my guest.” You spit back with a grin.

“We can share, come.” He grabs your hand taking you to your room. He gets in one side of the bed and you on the other. You’re at opposite ends, but you feel closer than ever. “See, win win.”

“I guess so, you’re a lot more forward than I thought.” He questions you with a look. “I mean if you wanted to get me in bed you could’ve just asked.” Osamu begins squirming and tripping over his words trying to correct your thoughts. You laugh once he’s unable to form words. “I’m teasing you.”

He breathes out before flicking your arm. “Didn’t know you had that in you y/n.” He laughs quietly. 

“I think there’s a lot you don’t know.” 

“Maybe.” He hums before closing his eyes. You face each other asleep on opposite ends, but even so, his presence brings you great comfort that you fall asleep soon after.

You’re not sure what it was, but you frequented Osamu’s shop a lot after that night and he started stopping by the MSBY gym to drop off food for you. 

Under normal circumstances, Atsumu would be delighted that his brother has seemingly moved on, but he knows him like the back of his hand. Something was not right with this. 

Your relationship with Osamu moved quickly, not that you minded. He brought you gifts, flowers that you may have liked, but you always had to remind him tulips were your favorite. He fed you well, watched all your favorite shows and read your books with you. 

It didn’t take long for the two of you to start dating actually. Everything felt perfect, he was endearing and knew a lot of the things you liked from the get go. You wonder how you could have gotten so lucky. 

As you were wrapping up someone knocked on your door. You look up from your desk to see Osamu standing there with a smile and some sweets on hand. “Hey gorgeous, are you ready?”

You were sleeping over his house today to watch Hell’s Kitchen as you do on Fridays. “Your brother is going to be the death of me I swear.” You huff picking everything up.

“What did he do this time?” Osamu snickers while you hand him a picture. 

“He met up with a friend for lunch and now the media says he’s cheating on Kiyoomi.” You groan taking the picture back and Osamu has to pull himself back to reality because he was shocked to see the picture. 

He decides to just brush it off. “Atsumu is good at making problems for others.” The subject is quickly changed and you hop into Osamu’s car and he closes the door for you. “What do you want to order for dinner?”

“I’m craving soup, can we get some?” Osamu chuckles before nodding and placing a hand on your thigh as he drives. The action makes you smile and you place your hand on his. “Lucy is coming tomorrow, her wedding is in a week, you’re still able to go right?”

“I wouldn’t miss you looking so drop dead gorgeous in your bridesmaid dress.” He brings your hand to his and kisses the back of it.

You laugh talking about how there’s so much to do and making sure Osamu has a suit ready to go. More like he borrowed one of Atsumu’s, but you can’t blame him for working it out. 

After you finish eating, Osamu lays on you because he likes it when you play with his hair. “Do you think of getting married ‘Samu?” You ask staring off.

“Yea, I would love to. One day.” He replies.

“What do you think about kids?” You ask, taking a peek at his face.

He wraps his arms around you and squeezes you closer to him. “I think they’re pain, but our kids would be cool. They’ll be especially pretty if they look like you.”

You poke his face and he laughs into your stomach. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re soooooo handsome ‘Samu. So cute with an amazing smile.”

“Thank you y/n, but if they look like you, I think I can say I’m blessed.” Not too much later you fell asleep, and Osamu goes to grab some water before getting a knock at his door. It’s soft so he knows it’s his dumb brother. He opens it and sees him looking bothered. “What’s wrong?” 

Atsumu nods his head for him to follow him outside. Osamu follows right after making sure you’re asleep. Osamu crosses his arms and waits for his brother to speak. “I saw Mel the other day.” He doesn’t let him see how much it bothers him, and just waits for him to continue. “And I thought so before, but her and y/n look so much alike... I-” he sighs before rubbing his head. “I just have to ask. Are you with her because she looks like Mel? Because she and her like the same things?”

“Are you insane Atsumu?” He stares at his brother with a disgusted look. “Who do you think I am?”

“I think you’re the same person who tried to abandon everything and lose everything because she left.” He states clearly, and Osamu’s taken aback by how serious he’s being. “I think you haven’t healed at all and that you’re still in love with her. I think ‘Samu, that you’ve done something you don’t realize yet.”

“Don’t talk about her anymore I don’t want to hear anything about her. I don’t know what you think this is, but it’s not that.” He replies.

With that, Atsumu looks unamused at his twin. “Do you love her then?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He responds. “She takes care of me, laughs with me, she has a her life in order.”

His brother shakes his head at him. “That’s not what I wanted to hear.” He said. “When I asked you if you were in love with Mel you couldn’t even form a sentence. You said, ‘I can’t explain it, but it feels like more than anything I could have imagined.’ That’s what you said.”

“You don’t love everybody the same way.” Osamu grits.

“Maybe not, but I know if you were to ask y/n if she loved you her face would light up and she’d say ‘of course.’ I know it.” Atsumu says. “Listen, I’m not here to dictate what you do, but I know you, and before you get into a big mess, think about it.”

He left after that and Osamu has never been more shocked than he is now. He comes back into the house to see you getting up. “Who came?” You ask rubbing your eyes.

Osamu rubs his hands on his pants, making his way to you. “Just Atsumu, he wanted some left overs.” You nod before turning to get up. “Y/n,” you stop in place and turn to him. “Do you love me? I know we haven’t really said it so much, but I just wanted to ask.”

You blink once, then twice and smile. “More than anything.” He wraps his arms around you kissing your forehead. He’s not sure what he should be feeling, part of him is happy and the other is unsatisfied. Regardless, he focuses on being happy and holding you like this, for as long as he can. 

.

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The day rolls around and you’re getting ready to have lunch with Lucy. She’s getting to meet Osamu and Atsumu in one go and they get to meet her. You were able to get Atsumu and Kiyoomi to come to the wedding as your guests as she had some last minute cancellations. 

Osamu was driving and you were bubbling about how excited you were. “Lucy is the best, you guys are going to love her.”

“Lucy is a pretty American name?” Atsumu points out.

“Yea, her mother is from the states, and her dad is my mom’s brother, he’s from Japan.” You explain. “I haven’t seen her in over a year so I’m really excited.” Osamu squeezes your hand to show you some comfort. 

He drops you and Atsumu at the front of the restaurant. You spot Lucy and she immediately bolts towards you. You squeal and embrace for her impact. You’re both laughing, only tearing up a little bit. “I missed you so much!” You say.

“Ah, I missed you more y/n.” She sniffles before letting go and looking at Atsumu behind you. She freezes for a moment and he looks just as shocked to see him. “Um, is this your boyfriend?” She smiles.

You shake your head. “No, he’s parking right now. This is his twin Atsumu. Atsumu this is Lucy, my cousin, or you can call her Mel. Lucy is her middle name.” 

Atsumu doesn’t want to make a scene so he just extends his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” He offers a small forced smile.

“Haha, like wise Atsumu.” Lucy smiles brightly in order to alleviate any tense thoughts. “Aspen is right inside, he’s just waiting for us.”

You’re about to say something else, but you hear Osamu’s voice. “I had to park pretty far, but I’ll bring it back when we’re done.”

“‘Samu! This is my cousin Lucy. Lucy, this is Osamu, my boyfriend.” Osamu has thought of a lot of ways meeting Mel again would go. He would never imagine that she’d be his girlfriend’s cousin and engaged on top of it. 

He didn’t know what to do. This was the same person who broke his heart with no remorse. The same person who left him without anything to look forward to. How could he just pretend?

Apparently she was good at it. She extended her hand with a big smile. “It’s nice to meet you Osamu, I’m glad my cousin is with someone who cares a lot about her.” It’s not that this didn’t affect Lucy, her heart physically ached seeing him again. He was her first love and she could not just forget that. 

He clears his throat and shakes her hand back with a tight smile. “Glad to meet you, y/n cares a lot for you.” Just touching her again has sent his mind into a frenzy, so much that Atsumu has to pinch him to let go before it got too long. 

“Let’s go inside!” Lucy walks to the table and introduces her fiancé Aspen to everyone. Osamu examines him well, picking every little thing apart. 

Dinner went by relatively well. They conversed and it was good that you talked a lot asking your cousin and Aspen many questions. Osamu got up once the bill was paid and got his coat. “I’m going to grab the car, it’s chilly out.”

Lucy also gets up. “I’ll go with, Aspen forgot his license and he drank a bit.” She follows Osamu out and the two walk silent for a moment. “It’s nice to see you ‘Samu. I had no idea you were seeing my cousin.” He just hums in response. “I’m sorry I never kept in contact. It was just too much to hear from you.”

“I’m sorry that was so painful for you.” He says sarcastically.

“Don’t act like I didn’t love you ‘Samu. Like that was easy for me.” She spat at him.

He chuckles shaking his head, but doesn’t miss the way she shivers as she forgot her sweater. “If you loved me so much why didn’t you try.”

“Because I didn’t want to be stuck here Osamu. I saw what it did to my mother and father and I was not going to stay here.” She announced.

“You could’ve asked me to move with you.” He says with a serious face. 

“I wasn’t going to have you change your entire life for me.” 

“Why not?” He asks. “I wouldn’t have minded.” He stops in his track and takes off his jacket, placing it on her. “I would have followed you anywhere. Because I loved you that goddamn much.”

She knows he’s serious because of how intensely he stared at her. She was at a loss for words, but she couldn’t help but ask, “Loved?”

He continues walking and she tries to pace him. “You’re getting married, does it matter if I still love you?”

“It does if you’re with my cousin, how is that fair?” She pokes.

“How is it fair that you’re asking all of this while engaged?” He caught her and she doesn’t say anything after that. He gets in the car and punches his steering wheel, overwhelmed with all kinds of emotion, but he buries it and drives back to the restaurant, Lucy close behind.

You and Atsumu hop in while Aspen goes with Lucy. You kiss his cheek, not noticing his sour mood at first. “I’m sure Lucy loved you guys, I hope you liked her too.”

“She was very sweet, a lot like you, y/n.” Atsumu says in order to steer away from the deadpan look Osamu had.

“Hey, ‘Samu where’s your jacket?” You ask.

He looks to his side only to remember he gave it to her. “Ah, your cousin was cold so I leant it to her. I must’ve forgotten to take it back.”

“Awe that was sweet of you.” Instantly, guilt consumes him. He didn’t really do anything, but there’s this feeling he has, and he knows he shouldn’t be feeling it for your cousin out of everyone. 

You weren’t dumb, you saw something was bothering him, but if he didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want to push it. He dropped you off at home before heading back to his apartment. He saw someone standing outside his door, and it was her.

“I forgot to give you your jacket back.” She says.

He takes it back from her and opens the door. “Thanks.”

She takes a hold of his arm before he goes in. “Can I come in?”

“Why?” He asks.

“I have this very selfish need to talk to you. Can I?” Reluctantly, he lets her in, and he knows its a bad idea, but he does it anyway.

The two talk till morning come, catching up and discussing everything that went wrong. “I never wanted to leave you ‘Samu, but I was scared that I would be held back in this city.”

“Are you still in love with me?” He asks.

“I can’t remember a time I wasn’t.”

“Why are you getting married then?”

She chuckles. “Why are you dating my cousin?” He says nothing. “I don’t blame you, moving on is hard, and she really is the best. I feel icky about you two being together, but it’s really not my place.”

There’s a knock on the door and the pair look wide-eyed. Lucy immediately goes to hide on the balcony. He opens the door and sees you with some breakfast on hand. “Surprise!” You say. “I know you weren’t feeling too good yesterday so I brought some breakfast.”

“Wow, thank you y/n. You’re up early.” He comments.

You snort at this. “I know, but I wanted to make sure you ate well before going to work.”

“Thank you, I love this.” You kiss his cheek and place everything out for it.

“The rehearsal dinner is tomorrow are you still able to go?” You ask and he nods with a mouthful, so you take out your camera to take a picture because he looks too cute. “You look adorable like this.”

He chuckles and brings you to sit on his lap. “Thank you for this, it means a lot to me.”

“I just want to make sure you’re alright, you were pretty down after dinner.” You say worriedly.

“It was just one of those days, I woke up feeling bad.” You kiss his forehead and rub his hair. 

“I love you, but I gotta run to MSBY gym, they’re having some press thing today.”

He nods and kisses your cheek. “Good luck.” You smile and close the door on your way out.

Lucy makes her way out into the dining room and sees what you left. “Well that was very nice of her.”

“She’s a good person.” He mumbles eating his food.

“Yea I know that’s why-”

“Hey! I forgot my keys-” You stop in your tracks seeing your cousin standing next to Osamu, a hand on his shoulder comfortably. “What- I- what’s going on.”

Osamu panics and gets up. “It’s really not what you think.”

“I think, I need my keys, I’m late enough as it is. When- when I come back- we’re talking.” You grab them quickly and leave to go to work. You’re not sure what just happened, but your chest contracts and there’s a pain there that won’t go away.

When you were doing promotional videos, the guys saw you were not yourself and wondered what happened. “Hey y/n! Are you alright?” Hinata asks as Kiyoomi silently hands you some water. He was filled in by Atsumu about your cousin, and he wonders if you found out.

You hum and shake your head. “Just a lot on my mind.” You wonder how Osamu and your cousin could have gotten so close, in such a short amount of time. You swear they met just... yesterday? “Where’s Atsumu?” Kiyoomi points to where he’s seated on his phone and you walk over. “Atsumu.” His head pops up. “Do you... do you know who my cousin is? I mean before you met her yesterday.” Silently, he nods. “How do you know her?”

“She was ‘Samu’s girlfriend for a while. She left for the states and broke up with him.” He explains and now you feel like there’s definitely more to worry about than you initially thought. You wonder how you could have not known. She didn’t introduce you to any boyfriend, and when you talked about him she never said anything. 

When you got back home you had a million questions, but nothing would really prepare you for the answers. Osamu was sitting on a stool by his island, while she was on the couch, the TV was on but they weren’t paying attention. They looked to you when you came in. 

You placed your things down taking a breath before looking at them. “What’s going on?” Osamu then explained what Atsumu already told you. No specifics but you need them. 

“I was the one who found him, I wanted to talk to him because I cut off all contact when I left.” Your cousin interrupts.

“Why did you never tell me about him? Did your parents even know?” She shook her head and you saw Osamu clench his jaw at the fact. “Are you still in love with each other?” They say nothing so you blow out a breath trying to take it all in. “Lucy can you give us the room.” She quickly leaves the apartment taking her things. “Do you still love her? Do you love me?”

“It’s, different y/n. I met her at a good place with good memories. When I saw you, you looked so much like her it threw me off and I wanted to get to know you because what was this coincidence.” You stopped listening after he said you looked like her.

Everything that he’s said, you’re gorgeous, you’re beautiful, I want our kids to look like you threw you in for a trip. “So, you only got to know me because I looked like- and we like the same things... Osamu, do you know what my favorite flower is?”

“Why?”

“Can you just answer.” You ask.

He says the first thing that comes to mind, and he’s sure he’s right. “Sunflowers.”

You laugh humorlessly. “Lucy’s are sunflowers, mine are-”

“Tulips.” He says. “I’m sorry I know, they’re white tulips.” You massage your head in your hands your heart feels like it’s going to pop out of your chest. “Blame me y/n, scream at me, hit me, whatever you want. Please don’t shut me out.”

“If she said she wanted to get back with you would you? Answer this please, I deserve it.” You ask as your voice trembles.

“Before you I would have run without hesitation.”

“And now you’ll just walk there?” You shrug. “I mean you’re already one foot out the door right now Osamu so just take the leap and walk out.”

He shakes his head. “If I could love anyone else, it would be you. You don’t understand what kind of relationship it was.”

“If it was so important don’t you think she would have been happy to tell everyone about it?” Osamu looks at you upset with what you said. “Anyway, what do you want Osamu. Not what you should or wish you could want. What do you want.” 

“I want to love you like this.” He grabs your hand and stands in front of you. 

“But you can’t,” your voice cracks and you cry into him.

He strokes your hair and holds you close. “You were the absolute best person, at the worst possible time.”

“I don’t think there was ever going to be a right time, because you love her.” You sob. “I can forgive you for not loving me. I can’t forgive you for wishing I was her.” You let him go and grab your things quickly and once you get to the door you turn back. “Please don’t look for me, if you were ever going to.” Then you leave, and you see her waiting there still. You sigh, “He’s all yours.” 

You leave his place and go back to Atsumu’s because you don’t want to be alone. He lets you in without asking why and allows you to be comforted by him and Kiyoomi, as best as they can.

Despite everything, you end up going to the wedding with Atsumu and Kiyoomi as your guests, and she goes through with it. If there was one thing your cousin loved more than Osamu, it was her freedom, and she would never give that up for him. This city was a prison to her. You don’t mention anything that has happened to your family. It was best not to, but your mother seemed to know something was wrong. 

You didn’t know how Osamu was doing, but you knew Atsumu was with him a lot these days. Then turned to weeks and some months pass. You see glimpses of him when he visits the gym on the rare occasion he does, but you make sure you’re out of sight. 

“Hey y/n.” Your boss calls out to you and you stand. “EJP Raijin said they’re offering a lead PR manager position and it’s yours if you want.”

“That’s incredible thank you so much, can I think about it?” She gives you till the end of the day and you bring in your four to talk to. “So, I was offered a lead PR manager job at EJP Raijin.”

The boys are all really happy for you, but sad that you’re leaving them. “Hey, when you get there tell Suna I said he’s a bitch.” You’re not even sure who that is but you agree anyway. 

When you go to meet the team you’re running a tad late and begin to run. Someone else runs next to you and his jacket gets caught on yours. This pulls you to go a bit faster. “Ah excuse me.” He slows down and looks back at you and notices the situation. 

“I’m sorry about that.” You notice his jacket is of EJP Raijin so you ask if he’s on the team. “Yea, I’m a middle blocker, Suna Rintaro.”

You extend your hand to him. “It’s nice to meet you I’ll be your new PR manager y/n l/n. Also, Atsumu told me to tell you you’re a bitch.” 

Suna laughs as he really couldn’t imagine how he got into this. He shakes your hand back. “Hi y/n, it’s good to meet you, and I’ll be getting him back for that one.” He smiles.

And you really can’t help but smile back.

A/N: I love Osamu this made me sad for him

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[novaflair]

pairing: a. miya x f!reader // cw: fluff, crack, starts a lil’ angsty? // wc: 527

"What are you hiding?"

"Nothing.."

"Y/n..."

"...."

"I saw you hide your phone behind your back," Atsumu's eyes squint, trying to look as pissed as possible. "Tell me what you're hiding now.."

Atsumu trusts you, with every fiber of his being. He firmly believes that you'll never betray him or hurt him. But seeing you suddenly jerk your phone away from him when he was just merely glancing at it, in all honesty, is making him nervous as fuck.

"Show me your phone."

"No."

And you still have your phone behind your back.

Atsumu's eye grow wide, and he's internally freaking out now.

"Y/n, I swear to God. I trust you but you're kind of scaring me right now."

You didn't want him to see this way. Heck, you'd rather he never finds out. But his visit to your apartment was sudden and unexpected and you were frantic.

But you guess you'd rather carry the shame than see him hurt like this.

So with a heavy sigh, you resign,

"Ugh, fine."

and you hand him your phone.

"Just don't make fun of me."

Atsumu's expression went from almost pissed to utterly confused.

But still, he puts in your pin code and takes a look through its content.

Nothing unusual.....

"What are you hiding?"

You felt your face heat up, but you answer him by flipping your phone in his hand.

And now he knows why your face is red–

"Is this... me...... on your phone case?"

–it's probably because you were embarrassed as fuck.

"UGH!"

And then you hear some kind of chocked laughter.

You look at Atsumu and you can see he has one hand on his mouth as if trying to spare you your last ounce of dignity.

"I told you not to laugh at me!"

"I'm not!"

"W-well.. well... the only reason why I bought that one is because Omi's are out of stock!"

Aaaaaand that spared last ounce of dignity you have is finally gone.

"Suuuuuure, babe."

The audacity!

You were about to leave his ass and save yourself from further humiliation when he grabs you and gives you a sweet, loud kiss on the cheeks.

“I'm not laughing at you, I swear."

"Uh-huuuh.." you say as you roll your eyes.

"I'm not. I think it's kind of cute."

Atsumu wasn’t meant to find out. Honestly, he doesn’t even know how far you were willing to go just to hide this from him. Were you actually just going to remove it every time you were with him?

Nonetheless, he’s glad he found out this little secret of yours. It reminds him of how much you love how far he’s made it too.

You look at him and see a pair of soft, thankful eyes looking back at you. Maybe it was dumb of you to be embarrassed about having a printed phone case of your own boyfriend. You can’t help but return a smile of your own.

“Can’t believe my girl is such a fan!”

But his big mouth just likes ruining the moment.

“Are you in any fan clubs?”

“What?? No!”

“Want me to autograph anything for you? Hmm?”

“SHUT UP!”

(02/11/2022)

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[emmyrosee]

Black Opium

Honestly don’t read this PFFFF (extreme angst tw)

osamu miya x reader

WARNINGS (good god where do I start): excessive angst, implications of miscarriage, implications of cheating, fighting, swearing, brief mentions of drinking, not proofread and will probably delete it, no smut but absolutely not intended for any persons under 18, or without the stability to read such content. Please, keep yourself safe, friends.

This was written in a time of my lack of self control, and with varying forms of insecurities littered throughout. I am okay. This is out of my system. And I’m okay; but I ask that you please keep negativity away as I was extremely vulnerable in this, or at least message me in private as I don’t think I even wrote it for tumblr. But, I write it, and sometimes, I think it’s important to remind ourselves that it’s okay to not be okay. Trauma can breed beauty, as it can also breed despair. You need to face the demons sometimes to make them feel unwelcome.

Cheers ❤️

The bed slowly dips under the sudden weight of a body next to her. She hadn’t been asleep, she hasn’t been able to for nights on end. And who could blame her? It wasn’t like Osamu was there to console her, it wasn’t like she had someone to tell her it wasn’t her fault and she still held the love of her husband.

It wasn’t like she went to seek the comfort of some cheap whore who wore Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium to mask whatever filth they got up to when a “guest” came in.

No. She wasn’t like Osamu.

A heavy arm wraps around her waist, as if on cue, and a nose buries itself in her neck with a long, deep inhale of her own scent; even though her senses are only filled with the other woman’s perfume and not Osamu’s familiar aroma.

“I love you.”

“You smell like her again,” she deadpans.

“You want me to shower?”

“No.”

It wasn’t like he was denying it at all.

And for a moment, it’s like they’re newly married again; Osamu is there, he’s warm, broad and comforting to cuddle into, and the way he’s curled behind her perfectly and encasing her in his brawny arms is addictive, his large paw resting on her belly.

For a moment, she can pretend that she’s the only woman in his life, and he’s fresh out of school and they’ve just thrown their entire savings into his restaurant, which slowly builds excitement as customers trickle in to ask the couple about what will be opening.

For just one moment, she can pretend that she hasn’t seen the velvet box at the bottom of his sock drawer, and it makes her giddy to try and pretend she doesn’t know he’ll propose, and as if written by the gods watching over them, when Osamu does leave the diamond encrusted ring on a stack of pancakes he made her for breakfast, it was the same day she decided to leave a small onesie and the positive pregnancy test for him to find folded on his uniform before he left for work.

For a sliver of a short lived second, she could trick her brain to be happy again.

But then, she gets a whiff of Black Opium.

Shoving Osamu’s arm off of her and causing him to grumble and glare, she crosses her own arms over her chest and scowls, “changed my mind. Go fucking shower.”

“Babe, it’s late-“

“And you just got home. What’s the issue here?” She spits, disregarding the pet name he groaned out. “You asked if I wanted you to shower, and now I do.”

“Can’t I just sleep on the couch?”

“No!” She yells, and this time, Osamu jumps back, his grey eyes flying open at her venom. “You promised me that no matter what, we would sleep in the same bed! You promised!”

Osamu sighs as he sits up, his large, calloused hand rubbing the back of his neck. “We also promised we’d never go to bed angry, didn’t we?”

“This is not my fault, Miya.”

“Oh, it never is, is it?” He snaps back, shuffling over to his bureau. Her blood turns cold as a thick lump in her throat bubbles up, daring her to release the sob that claws viciously at her vocal chords, demanding to let itself be known.

Her bottom lip trembles, “you’re drunk.”

“When am I not?”

“You blame me when you’re drunk.”

“Drunk words are sober thoughts.”

She sniffles, “you used to not blame me-“

“Yeah, well I used to almost have a daughter, too,” he says, and the sob finally forces itself past her lips as a plea for him to stop. As if she doesn’t already blame herself, as if her own demons don’t already grab her brain and shake her thoughts around in the most nauseating way.

At the sound of her sob, Osamu’s face softens slightly, and fuck, he fucking hates it when she cries. He’s only ever brought her joy, and in the moments of tears, he’s aware that there’s something else at play with her heart, something he can’t control, and all he wants to do is take her pain away and give it to himself.

But her sob makes him sober up and realize that he’s the cause for it, you jackass.

“I didn’t mean that-“

“Leave me alone,” she pleads, slipping out of the bed and padding her bare feet over the floor of their bedroom. Her shoulders heave as she desperately tries to keep her noises at bay, but they both know she was never good at that. Her wails echo from the kitchen to lull him to her, even though he’s almost positive he’s the last person she wants to be forced to look at.

Osamu slowly follows her into the kitchen, where she’s already taken the liberty of sliding on the rubber dish gloves and turning the water on, a chore she asked him to do, but he didn’t. “Baby, it’s late, let’s get you back to bed.”

“Since when do you want to play ‘good husband?’” She mumbles, her voice unsteady. The dish she grabs in her hand trembles with her unstable grip. There’s not even any soap on the sponge, it’s almost as if she’s doing this just to keep herself from having to face him.

Which he deserves, he knows that.

“I’m not a good husband,” he admits, slowly taking steps closer to her quivering form. “I haven’t been, for months-“

“So why start now?”

He clenches his jaw and lets out an exhausted breath. “Because I worry about you.”

And she laughs, she honest to God, laughs at his words for the disgustingly honest and sweet way they tumble from his strangely sober lips. Tears gather at her chin before falling into the cold water that’s been sitting in the sink for the past week and a half, and with each cackle that manages to rip through her lungs, more of them gather in her eyes. Small hands slam the plate back into the sink, shattering it into pieces to float aimlessly, and Osamu has never been more jealous of a plate in his life. She still trembles as she shakes her head and Osamu doesn’t even need her to look at him to know that she’s pondering his words, especially after everything he’s already said.

“There’s no way you actually said that to me,” she sighs out, wiping her eye with the rubber glove and shaking her head. “There’s no way.”

“I’m serious,” he says softly, boldly stepping closer to her. A timid hand rests on her shoulder, and he almost doesn’t believe it’s real when she doesn’t shrug him off. His thumb slowly traces over her warm night shirt, and he smiles softly to himself as she relaxes slightly under his gentle caress. “When was the last time you ate? Or showered? Hell, even drank water?”

“What’s the point?” She says, her tired eyes closing and her head dropping. “‘M not doing those things for two anymore… why fork the energy to doing it for one?”

“Don’t even start with that,” he says firmly, the hand on her shoulder wrapping around her waist and his free and tipping her chin to force her to look at him. “You know you deserve to take care of yourself. You’re still you, you’re still gonna be my wife, and I’ll be damned if I lose you, too.”

Her crying stops momentarily, and besides her still trembling lip, she’s completely still, her eyes dance over Osamu’s face, trying to find a crack in his facade to prove that he’s just saying this to say it, but fuck, there isn’t one, and she hates how fucking safe she wants to feel under his grey gaze.

Slowly, hazily, and silently, Osamu leans forward to nudge her nose with his, and when she doesn’t protest and her eyes gently dip under the warmth of his face, he kisses her tenderly, lips slotting perfectly, familiarly with hers, and it’s a way of saying that they’ll make it, they’ll be okay, he loves her still and he wakes up now just to feel her presence.

Black Opium fills her senses once again.

“NO!” She screams, shoving him off of her, hard. Osamu stumbles back as he’s snapped back to reality of everything that went on before he dared to lay his lips on her.

“I-I-I’m so sorry-“

“You don’t get to fucking tell me you feel like I killed our baby, then kiss me when I let my goddamned guard down like nothing happened! No!”

She’s crying again. Except this time, she’s not hurt, she’s mad- mad at the universe for stealing her baby, mad at Osamu for touching her, mad at herself for letting him, she’s just so mad, she’s so exhausted and emotionally tired from being so mad while he gets to fuck his problems out with some trashy whore, then come to her while she stays mad.

“You need to wash that fucking perfume off of you before I lose my mind, ‘Samu,” she snarls in one tight breath.

“I don’t want to leave you alone-“

“When has that ever stopped you before!” She shrieks, ripping off the gloves and slamming them against the countertop. “When-when-when has me being alone ever stopped you from abandoning me, for the past months! When!”

“Stop thinking I’m proud of leaving you, I’m just-“

“God, and you go to her!” She continues, small fingers fisting her messy locks of hair. “And you have the nerve to come home and tell me you love me?”

“I had no other choice!” He yells back, his own hand pushing his dyed hair back. “You-you wouldn’t even look at me, I needed comfort and you were so deep in your own head I knew it wasn’t fair of me to ask you!”

“My. Fucking. Hero,” She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “How kind of you to leave your wife to her own thoughts while you go fuck some woman who barely knows a man from a parking meter. Rather than heal together, or course.”

“I screwed up!”

“And I lost my baby too!”

The room falls silent, save for heavy breathing from both of you. Her cloudy eyes refuse to leave his, while he pants like a feral beast, chests as tight as the air as they plead for the tension to break.

Finally, Osamu sighs and rubs his face, covering his nose and mouth in an attempt to regulate his breathing. If it were any other scenario, she’d try to get him to breathe before he gets lightheaded, cooing him to be gentle to himself and to relax in her arms.

But she can’t. Not when he smells like that.

He blinks his large grey eyes, and tears slowly drip from his swelling waterline.

“What… do you want me to do?” He manages, his voice pinched in his throat. “I can leave… stay with my mom, I can call ‘Tsumu to pick up your things, I can-“

“I want you to tell me you don’t blame me,” she interrupts, blurting her answer as if it was queued specifically for that question. Her voice is as steady as ever, and she’s not even convinced if it’s truly what she needs, but at this point, she’s so goddamned tired of beating herself up that she needs him to say it. She wants him, no, needs him to look her dead between her dimly lit eyes and promise her, with all the love left in his heart that he doesn’t blame her.

“Tell me that you don’t blame me, that you still love me and the sight of my body doesn’t just-completely disgust you.”

Osamu cocks his head and offers her a confused shake, “baby,” god she wants to fucking punch him in the throat for saying that goddamned pet name.

“I don’t blame you…”

“You just told me you did,” she manages, motioning back to their room. “Literally like, 10 minutes ago.”

“Because I’m a fucking. Asshole,” he forces, standing up straight before smoothing her hair back down. “But deep down, no matter what I say… I don’t blame you for any of it. You’re still going to be my wife, and I’d move the fuckin’ mountains if it made you feel better.”

“‘Drunk words are sober thoughts,’” she cockily reminds him of his own words.

“But my shitty ways of saying shit has nothing to do with the fact that I’m still painfully in love with you even if I don’t deserve even a fraction of your forgiveness… that will never change, my love…”

Small hands shove his chest again, not as firm as the first time but still hard enough to get the message that he needs to step back. She, however, steps forwards with his backwards, and she follows with another sharp shove.

“That’s enough-“

Ignoring him, she does it once again, her face pinching to try hide the tears from falling out of her exhausted eyes, hitting him once again, harder, firmer, then again, harder, firmer, then again until Osamu wraps his arms around her frame and pulls her into a bone cracking hug.

She struggles in his hold, but fuck, it snaps all the broken pieces back together, and when he plants a tender kiss to the top of her head, small tears pattering against her hair that she loses all composure; her knees buckle and she wails wetly into his large chest, knowing he’ll keep her standing while she breaks down against him.

“I know,” he sniffles, burying his face in her hair. “I know, baby…”

“I’m sorry, ‘Samu,” she wheezes. He shakes his head, “don’t ever apologize again… fuck baby, I’m fucking sorry, I should’ve been there and I just… fuck I fucking-“

“Hey,” she mumbles, hand coming up to cup his cheek, and she melts as he nudges into her touch. “We… we need to start over…”

“I still love you,” he whispers. She nods with an understanding, “I know you do.”

“Where do we… where do we go from here?”

She looks at the bobbing Adam’s apple in his throat, her thumb caressing the high points of his cheek lovingly. “I want to go to bed. I want to start to heal with my man, please.”

“I can do that,” Osamu promises, nodding eagerly. “Fuck, I can do that, I’m so glad you’re not sending me away… I love you.”

Wordlessly, she burrows back against his chest, wiping her nose on the fabric of his shirt and letting her fingertips draw circles in the warm skin on his waist, and for the first time that night, Osamu smells like himself, the Black Opium fading to the back of her foggy mind as she lets herself fall back into him.

“I love you,” he repeats.

All she can do is nod and deeply inhale his familiar scent.

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[tsumune]

Irreplaceable

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x gn!reader

Summary: Your friends blow off a hang out you had planned, and Atsumu, the man who’s annoyed you for years, just happens to run into you on your way home.

Tags: fluff, frenemies to lovers

-

Your feet feel like they’re being weighed down by chains as you make the journey home, embarrassment and disappointment heating up your face. You should’ve known your friends would be too tired to come to the lunch you had planned today, messaging you half-assed apologies only after you’d arrived at the reservation and called them multiple times. After all, you saw how they were out late drinking last night on their stories. Of course you weren’t invited to that though.

“Y/n?”

You turn around, and come face to face with the person you least expected to see right now.

“Atsumu?”

If he notices your haggard appearance, he doesn’t say anything. He just stares at you, eyebrows creasing a bit but otherwise expression unreadable.

And maybe it’s the way the brown in his eyes look so warm in the sunlight, or maybe you’re just not in the right state of mind (clearly), but you find yourself doing the thing you least expected to do.

“Atsumu, do you want to go out to eat?”

The way his eyes slowly narrow and the corner of his mouth turns up into a smirk makes you want to take back your words and eat them.

“Why, ya don’t got any friends to go with?”

A beat passes, then two. Atsumu’s cocky expression falters when you don’t make a snarky remark back, and his heart straight up drops when he hears your muttered reply.

“You could’ve just said no.”

You walk away without giving him a chance to reply and he curses himself, realizing he hit a nerve.

“Hey wait, why the long face?” You turn around briefly and just stare at him, and the soullessness of your eyes catches him off guard. You start walking away again, faster this time, and he panics. Footsteps sound loudly behind you and the next thing you know you’re being turned around by the hold on your arm.

“Hey- hey wait! I didn’t say no,” he heaves between breathes. A small part of you lights up in hope, and you want nothing more than to smother that flame. You have to remind yourself this is Miya Atsumu in front of you, the man you’ve clashed heads with for years.

He’s seemed to have it out for you since high school, constantly finding things to bicker with you on until you couldn’t help but do the same to him. Even when you share classes in college, he constantly finds ways to annoy you. He’d pester you to study with him (probably to copy your notes) or insist you sit in the spot he saved for you (then try to talk to you and distract you from the lecture). Admittedly, some of your conversations were amusing, but he’s never given you any reason to think he would ever be a source of comfort to you.

Atsumu admits he got off on the wrong foot with you, and he did dislike you at first. You came in as a substitute manager for a day when the only Inarizaki manager got sick, and you had forgotten a towel and waterbottle set, leaving him with nothing. It was a rough match, and he attributed part of his performance to your incompetence. Since then, he latched onto every little chance to pick a fight with you. But over the years, he’s come to enjoy your little arguments and finds himself wanting to be around you more, though he doesn’t know how to tell you that. Everything he does seems to backfire.

Atsumu retracts his hold on your arm, and you follow its path to the back of his neck, where he scratches while looking away as if he’s embarrassed.

“This new restaurant opened up near here, wanna come with me? My treat.” He says as he looks up, brown orbs once again enveloping yours. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think they were oozing with sincerity.

“Why, so you can make fun of me to my face? Laugh at how none of my friends really want me around? Tell me how replaceable I am?”

Your words shock yourself as much as they shock Atsumu, his entire being frozen in place. A solemn air falls over you both as shame and embarrassment creep up your neck, threatening to slither around and cut off your air flow-

“You’re not replaceable.”

You’re so lost in your self-hatred that his words almost don’t register.

“What?”

“I said you’re not replaceable. Now are ya gonna come or what? I don’t have all day and I’m hungry.” He pouts and turns around quickly, and you convince yourself you have no choice but to follow him, even though your feet moved before he could even finish his sentence.

-

“And then, ‘Samu told on me like the snitch he is and I got grounded for a week.”

You burst out laughing at Atsumu’s childhood stories.

“That’s what you deserve for messing with the garden. That stuff takes a lot of time to grow you know.” He watches the corners of your eyes crinkle, and he thinks this suits you much more than the look of pure defeat on your face when he first saw you.

“Ya know, I wasn’t lying or anythin’ when I said yer not replaceable. I don’t know what happened with ya friends, but it’s their loss if they can’t see the value ya bring. You don’t need people who don’t appreciate ya.”

You laugh bitterly at his words. Of course you knew that, but it’s easier said than done.

“They’re the only people I really have right now,” you shrug.

Atsumu considers you carefully, eyes boring into your soul. It makes you wish you had a mirror to ensure your hair was tidy and nothing was on your face. You hope he can’t see the faint blush dusting your cheeks.

“Do ya think my stories are funny?”

“What?” That came out of nowhere. Maybe he doesn’t know how to respond to you? “I mean, yeah I guess-”

“Then ya should listen to them more often. I have a ton to tell. I got into a lotta trouble as a kid, you know.”

“Is that something to be proud of?” You laugh.

Atsumu takes a deep breath for confidence before saying his next words.

“Ya look good when ya smile.”

Your mouth gapes, but this time, when you look at him - really look at him - you see the sincerity behind his eyes that you refused to see before.

“So, if my stories make ya laugh, maybe ya should listen to them more often.”

Now you understand. Atsumu’s not that good at saying what he means in a straightforward way, is he? You suppose if you read between the lines a bit more in your past interactions, you would’ve seen this pattern.

You laugh again, and Atsumu smiles.

“Maybe I should. How’s tomorrow sound?”

Now it’s his turn to freeze, searching your eyes for confirmation that you were being serious. He’s waited for this moment for so long.

“Tomorrow sounds perfect.”

#sorry i didnt know how to end it hsdjkslf #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff

[hajimine]

[ 03:00 AM ] MIYA ATSUMU

“so.” you mumble.

“so.” he mirrors, a faint smile on his lips.

you shiver, wrapping his jacket tighter around yourself. spring may have arrived early this year, but the wind pierces through your bones all the same.

there’s a quiet tremble in your lips.

“hey now,” he tuts, gently holding your face in his hand. “dont’cha start cryin’ again, gorgeous. we’ve talked about this haven’t we?”

avoiding his gaze, you look down at the dark concrete beneath your feet. “it’s not like i can help it.”

atsumu chuckles, light and airy.

“yer not wrong there.”

for a short moment, you allow yourself to properly take him in. a soft smile dances on the corners of his lips, but there was a sort of hollowness behind it. out of the corner of your eye, you spot a bright red flower tucked behind his ear.

he looks beautiful, like he always does.

fists balled, you willed the tears to stop falling, but it’s too late.

“why’d you leave me? was forever just a lie?” your voice cracks.

he winces.

“you promised, ‘tsumu.” you sniffle. “why?”

he falters and you look up at him, eyes wide, a million questions running through your head.

the trees behind him rustle quietly, impatient.

he sighs, “’m sorry, love. this wasn’t meant to happen. ‘m sorry i didn’t come to meet you at the ramen shop as i promised.”

you’re shaking now, but not from the cold. not exactly, no.

“but you promised.”

“i know, darling. i know. and that night will forever be the greatest regret of my life.”

and he sighs again—it’s a sigh that held the weight of a thousand universes upon its shoulders.

“but you have to let me go. please.”

the sobs escape your mouth almost instantly; these pained, wretched sounds, echoing in the chilly morning air.

tears flow down your cheeks like a never ending stream, and you’re drowning, you’re screaming for help — but there’s no one around to save you.

“please, my love. i’m already dead.”

a/n: in ancient buddhist teachings, red spider lilies are said to help guide the dead through the cycle of reincarnation. | masterlist

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[maizumis]

Hii! Another Haikyuu dad au! Can it be with the miya twins, Bokuto, Iwa, and Suna? They get into an argument with their pregnant wife so the wife tells them to leave her alone. The boys find a loophole so they talk to her baby bump about how sorry they are to their mama :)

— HAIKYUU BOYS ARGUING WITH YOU WHILE PREGNANT AND APOLOGIZING

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, suna rintaro

note: female reader‼️ angst to fluff ‼️different format cos I wanted to write more 🥴 thanks anon! hope you like it 😽 I think I'm gonna do a part two cos this got longer than expected and I couldn't add all the characters! not edited, that's work for tomorrow!

# MIYA ATSUMU

atsumu came home after a rough day at practice, excited to spend some time with you and baby boy that was about to come in just a month

all happiness he had quickly erased when he saw that the home was on the same that when he went to practice, dishes without washing and clothes without fold

" ‘tsumu you're home! we missed you!" he walked past you, he didn't even give you a side look, going directly to the bathroom "‘tsumu all okay? I made your favor–" "could ya please shut up? a come home after working and entire day for ma family and the house is like this? what did ya do the whole day?"

you were stuck in your place with wide eyes and hands over your belly "I'm sorry ‘tsumu, my back hurts a lot today and—" "save it, don’ wanna hear yer excuses"

"go fuck yourself then, miya, sleep in the comfiness of the couch today and don't you dare talk to me until tomorrow" with that you were gone to the master bedroom, fighting the tears that were in your eyes

he thought nothing about it and went to the shower, thinking what was he gonna eat for dinner then go to sleep, tomorrow is a new day

-

freshly out of the shower with pajamas on, he went to the kitchen to eat something, mesmerized when he saw the little note on the oven glass

"enjoy your meal! we love you!<3"

not only that, but that you made his favorite, knowing he was gonna come home late and exhausted after practice

memories of the recent fight came to his mind, he didn't even let you talk your mind, his throat feeling heavy with the guilt that he was experiencing, maybe he should let you talk after all

contradictory to your words, he went runnint to the shared bedroom, ready to apologise for being an ass "baby, yer awake?"

"not for you" you told him trying to hide your sobs, the day was awful, your back didn't let you do anything, the meal you cooked was an hour of fighting the back pain, thinking your ‘tsunj would be happy if he found this

"okay then, good thing a have a baby I can talk to"

he knelt down in front of you, carefully placing his head on the baby bump, caressing it from time to time

"I was an ass, sorry, a bad person to yer mom today baby, a came home and told her bad things, she was hurting and a Didi care, can ya tell her sorry for me?" he felt a kick on his cheek and a smile on his face when he saw you laugh, even with the tear-stained cheeks you were beautiful

" ‘tsumu, not cool what you did today, I wasn't feeling okay and I missed you, we missed you" your voice still a little wiggly after that crying session you had with your maternity pillow

finally, first name privileges, he thought "a know, am sorry, am so sorry, ya deserve so much better angel, am sorry"

"‘s okay tsum, cuddle me as an apologize, yeah?"

he never got into bed at that speed, quickly cuddling you with hands on your tummy while giving little pecks to your neck

"ya don't have to tell me twice"

# IWAIZUMI HAJIME

before and during pregnancy you joined iwaizumi on his works out or runs from time to time, you knew he enjoyed his time doing it so, why don't join him?

today you were not feeling like it, morning sickness took over you and the bed seemed like the best place to stay all day, one day in bed wouldn't hurt, you thought

apparently it stroke a nerve on hajime "what are you doing in the bed? up! we need it go out! " '‘m sorry haji, not really feeling like it today, why don't you go and I make something when you return home?"

"what do you mean 'you don't feel like it' the only thing you do all day is laze around"

you took a deep breath before answering, knowing didn't meant what he say "well I'm sorry I'm pregnant iwaizumi, I can't help it. go on your run and we can eat something together when you return"

"fucking Clara wouldn't put this excuses on me" he murmured under his breath, hoping you didn't heard the mention of his ex partner

"repeat yourself iwaizumi hajime, I'm waiting"

"no baby— I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-"

"go out before I go out by myself iwaizumi, don't bother talk to me the rest of the day, I'm gonna make dinner and leave it on the fridge, I'm also gonna sleep in the guest room. fucking low of you iwaizumi, so fucking low"

he went out with a knot on his throat, he didn't need to bring that up— he knew you weren't feeling your best and then he still played that ex-girlfriend card. on the way back home he picked up flowers knowing you loved them, praying to anyone who was above him for your forgiveness

"I'm home"

"and I told you not to talk to me, iwaizumi"

being petty was right, the mention of his ex while carrying his first daughter because you didn't feel like going out today was bullshit, he didn't have an excuse

he looked down to the floor before closing the door and going to the living room to think about what he did, cheeks red of embarrassment because of his childish behavior

-

he waited for you to be asleep before going into the room, with the idea of carrying your to the king bed instead of this one, after all, he was the one that deserved the uncomfy room

before picking you he saw the pregnant belly, the shirt you were wearing rolled up so it was exposed to the cold air

" ‘m sorry baby, your mama doesn't deserve this, you have the right to be angry with me" tears were pricking his eyes, maybe he was thinking too ahead but would you leave him for this?

"I'm such and asshole, I hope you don't remember that lady's name" he told the fetus as if he was having an actual conversation face to face "behave for mom yeah? don't put more pressure on her than already did" with that he picked you up, without knowing you were fully awake the whole conversation

you let yourself be carried to the big bedroom, once you felt him place you on the bed, you tugged his shirt while looking at him with teary eyes "we need to talk tomorrow but please,stay hajime" you were still mad, but his company is what you were craving right now

"there's no way I'm not staying forever with you"

# SUNA RINTARO

rintaro was coming home late this past weeks but he finally had a free night! so you were excited to spend a bonding time with him and your unborn baby

finishing the little detail on the table such as the dry flowers and the candles, you hear the door being open "rinnie! you finally home! it felt like forever while waiting for you!" he gave you a sweet peck in your lips before going to his room to change his clothes

"oh~ I see you dressed fancy for the occasion! wait for me I think I have a dress that stills fits me!" "what do you mean? I'm going out with the inarizaki boys, kita is in town"

you stopped midway the hall that ended in your room, quickly walking towards your boyfriend again "what do you mean you're going out? what about what I made?"

"you made something?"

it was ridiculous to keep begging, maybe you should call it a day and watch some movies in the couch with a tube of ice cream, alone, again.

"okay then, have fun rin, don't drink to much and come home safe"

-

rin came home after a few hours out, he indeed had a good time with his old teammates but his mind was all the time one you, maybe he should have stay with you, eat some homemade food and cuddle all night while talking about nothing

he entered the house and saw you spread on the couch, huge blanket on with his highschool jersey on, long forgotten night snacks on the night table and Netflix on the tv

it wasn't only that what caught his eye but the table in the kitchen too, he walked towards it and saw it, the candles, the flower carefully placed on the middle of the table, the matching napkins and fancy plates, so that was what you were referring to earlier

guilt creeped all over his body, he didn't acknowledge your efforts to make a night for the both of you, was this negligence? he thought

going again to the couch, bending over so he would be at your height, he placed a hand on your belly before speaking

"you're allowed to be mad at me when you're born baby" he paused for a few seconds, thinking what was he gonna say next "papa is a fucking asshole— sorry, don't say that, papa is very clumsy from time to time"

"Rin?"

there you were! his hand came quickly behind your neck, pressing your forehead and noses together, lips brushing each other

"I'm sorry I'm so stupid— fuck, I really don't want to cry right now, I'm an horrible person"

you cupped his face with both your hands, eyes teary about to cry for a second time that day "you're not horrible Rin, it's just it feels lonely you know?" tears already going down your cheek, the sight made his heart ache, you were crying because of him

"I know you're out there trying to be the best for us but" your voice wiggly, you were really trying to hide the sobs you had inside "but sometimes it feels like you're not around anymore, I can't share the little moments I have because I wake up to an empty bed and go to sleep with the thought of you being out" full sobs were coming out of you at this point, days of pain finally reaching their point "and it hurts so bad not to have you around"

rintaro was crying along with you, you could feel his wet tears on your neck, where he was placing his head "and your absolutely right angel, I'm gonna be better for you– for the both of you, what about I take the day off tomorrow, yeah?" his quavering voice betraying him, even if you knew he was crying he wanted to be strong

"that sounds perfect rin... come cuddle me?"

carrying you bridal style to the bedroom, he lit your favorite candle and snuggled you under the cost sheets

"cuddle you, all day long baby"

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[willowfolksong]

Haiyaaaaa cutie :3 Can I request for Miya Osamu please? Just wanna help him run his shop, giving his dorito body some tight back hug that he deserves, telling him he's doing great then give his back/shoulder a lil peck after that ABJADJSK I'm down bad for this man 😩 Do anything with this lil brainrot of mine <//3 Thank you 😙

together

- Osamu Miya x Reader

- SFW

a/n: hi anon!!!! I have to tell you, the 'dorito body' part had me wheezing SO HARD ajsjsjjsjdk. AND HERE YOU GO. I love Osamu so much omg, and I had so much fun giving him the love he deserves ❤✨ I hope you enjoy this and always let me know what you think!

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

The last customer for the day turns at the door and waves at you, a smile on his face and a plastic container between his hands.

You return the smile, and then sigh happily when he's gone, moving to change the 'Open' to 'Closed' sign and lock the door.

It's been a long day, but having so many customers is nothing but a good sign.

Soon, everyone will know about Onigiri Miya.

Osamu's at the back, in the little makeshift office you two improvised out of what it was probably a closet before— hunched over the desk, frowning at the many papers scattered in front of him.

You chuckle, and lean against the doorstep to take a better look at him.

His hair is back to black now that he doesn't have that much time to be dying it himself anymore, and even less time to go to the hairdresser (And you want to believe that the fact that you said you liked him even more like that, is an important factor as well) He's also much more focused, more of a business man, than when you met the younger of the Miya duo on your first day of high school, and he made a joke about your pencil case.

You fell in love with that Miya.

And you're totally captivated by this one as well.

"Have ya been standin' there long?" he asks you, once he realizes you've been staring at him from the door.

You shake your head "Not really, no. And I didn't said anything either, don't worry. I was just looking at you"

Osamu smirks, leaning back on the chair and taking off his cap to leave it on the table before patting his thighs. Your body moves by it's own accord, and you go and make yourself comfortable on his lap.

"Enjoyin' watchin' me suffer with all these numbers?"

"Never, sweetie" you say, and kiss him behind the ear. He laughs and tries to squirm away, but you only bring him even closer to you "You know you're the one that enjoys watching me suffer"

Osamu whistles, and squeezes the inside of your thigh lovingly before looking back at the documents.

"Havin' a restaurant can be hard, huh?"

"Yeah! Who would have thought?" at your sarcasm, he rolls his eyes and pinches the skin on your hip. "Want some help?"

He looks at you as if you're his saving grace, eyes widening "For real?"

"Yeah. You know I'm good with numbers"

Osamu looks back at the papers, and at the pen he casually discarded to the side when he started to feel overwhelmed "It's a lot of stuff, babe. We had a lot of people comin' in today..."

"Wich is good" you interrupt, and he smiles and brings you closer.

"Wich is good, yeah. And there's also some shippin' papers to take care of, because Kita's bringin' some of his rice soon and..."

"And that's also good" you say again, and he huffs and kisses you on the lips, making you melt against him easily.

"There's a lot of stuff" he concludes, and you nod and get up reluctantly, moving to stand behind him.

He tries to look at you over his shoulder, but you gently turn his head towards the front again and let your hands slide over his shoulders, before gently starting to knead at the tense skin around his neck.

Osamu grunts, an unrestrained, delicious sound that goes straight to your core "I know there's lot of stuff. And it's fine. I can take care of it"

"Ya shouldn't tho..." he whispers, and you watch him grip both armchairs tightly "Ya do enough for me already"

Your hands move lower, to where you know he likes, and press lightly at the place where you feel he has the most accumulated tension. This time, he lets out a long moan, throwing his head back and bumping against your chest.

"I can do a bit more for you" you say, and he opens his eyes drowsily to stare at you.

"What did I do to deserve ya?"

You hum leaning over him to kiss his lips, and then the corner of his mouth, and then the side of his chin— until he brings his head forward again and you can peper kisses all over the back of his neck and the places you've carefully massaged.

"I honestly don't remember. But it must have been something impressive. I'm one hell of a girl"

"Yeah, not arguin' there"

You finally stand back straight again and tap him on the shoulder. It takes him some time to fully relinquish control over the chair, but when he does, stretching his arms over his head and putting on his baseball cap once more— you know he's relieved.

You step on your tiptoes and kiss him right over the muscles on his back.

"Go practice something new on your kitchen" you tell him, and he laughs an turns to hold you close, smooching your cheeks "I know that's what you really like. I'll be done with this quickly"

"Alright. Then I can make ya try some new stuff"

"That's what I'm here for"

You kiss one more time, Osamu gingerly grabbing your ass and giving it a little squeeze before you part. You're still smiling when you sit down to brush through the papers, and after a couple of seconds, you also realize that Osamu's standing in the same place near the door where you were before.

"Hey" he says, when you look at him "It's our kitchen, ya know?"

"Hm?"

He taps the door with his knuckles, a small smile on his face "This is our place. Not just mine. This is ours, babe"

You blush, and quickly look back at the papers in your sudenly trembling hands.

Damn this man and his unexpected ways of showing affection.

"Right, of course"

"I mean it" he says again, before winking at you and disappearing on his way to the kitchen "You'll see"

And a couple of years later, when he opens up a new restaurant and your name is right beside his on the documents, now both sharing the Miya last name, you do see it.

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[chil2de]

“you’re just my dumb slut, aren’t ya?”

in which you visit his bedroom uninvited

featuring miya atsumu

-

“fuck off, samu. yer such a cunt, it ain’t even light outside.” atsumu wails, voice laced thickly with slumber. there’s a slight crack in his tone that becomes muffled by his pillow.

“who’s a what now?” you hum, closing the door shut behind you.

“the hell?” he wheezes, shoving his pillow out of his face to make sure he’s not hallucinating.

“you’re so sneaky if ya think you can get the jump on me just ‘cos i’m tired.” atsumu snorts, pulling down the blanket and patting the empty space beside him. even if he can barely keep his eyes open, he’s still a menace.

you switch the light off again, carefully tiptoeing over to his bed. you clamber onto the mattress, accidentally driving your foot into his shin. it evokes a small screech from your boyfriend, to which he returns the favour by flicking your forehead.

“asshole.” you sneer, shifting down beside him.

“i like yours.” he retorts.

“yours is better.”

“i know.”

“spoon me, dummy.” atsumu hums, turning away from you.

“really? you’re gonna tack an insult on after asking me to spoon you? besides, i spooned you yesterday. ‘s my turn now.”

atsumu huffs a distant ‘ugh’ as he turns around. he abruptly pulls you in by the waist, colliding your spine against his torso with a small smack. it makes your thighs twitch a little, if anything.

“move ya legs.” he murmurs, waiting for you to bend them at a slight angle. atsumu shifts down a little until his pelvis nestles against your ass. his left hand loops underneath your arm, and he doesn’t need to ask twice for you to lift your shirt a little. he snakes his hand around to one of your breasts, cupping them firmly. he huffs and puffs a little because he doesn’t know what to do with the other arm.

he tucks his head just behind yours, nose tickling the back of your head.

“pervert.” you remark when he inhales your shampoo.

“you love me.” he taunts, it’s a combination of a reminder and a challenge.

“dunno about that. how do you know you’re not in a coma and this isn’t real?”

“coma or not, yer still gonna be a dumb slut for me either way.”

you’re painstakingly aware that this is just atsumu teasing you like he always does, hell he’s talking out of his ass at this point, but there’s that familiar dull ache that washes over you.

but alas, you continue to march forward with high resolve. even if you know that at the end of the night you’ll be reduced to a blabbering mess, begging for ‘tsumu whilst he plays you like a fiddle.

“debatable.” you state, trying your very best to keep your tone neutral. when it doesn’t pry a reaction out of him, you conclude that he’s genuinely spent.

“sure it is.” he mutters, tilting his head down to lean it against your shoulder blades. the motion leaves you hyper aware of his lips against your shirt, how his warm breathing fans against you.

“of course it is. you’re just scared that you’re the dumb slut.”

“‘s cool, baby. was a great story.”

he’s not even listening.

“your dick’s small.”

“mm.”

“‘samu’s the better twin.”

“uh-huh.”

“kageyama’s a better setter than you.”

“‘kay.”

“you’re single now.”

“thas great.”

you manage to shove atsumu onto his back, climbing on top of him as you straddle his thighs. as suspected, his gears quickly kick in and any semblance of him being asleep is forgotten.

he tuts, rolling his eyes as he sits himself up with you still on top. atsumu carefully rubs the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hand.

“whore.” he muses, flashing you a cocky grin.

“don’t flatter yourself.”

atsumu grabs your face with every finger save for his pinky which scrapes onto your neck. he squishes the skin together, pulling you forwards until your nose lightly bumps against his.

“was plannin’ on enjoyin’ me a full night of sleep, but after seeing you so hungry for my dick i don’t think i could wait any longer”

his hand drops until his thumb rests against your bottom lip. he pulls it down, simultaneously tilting your head back. when the insides of your mouth are revealed to him, you manage to catch the entertainment that swirls behind his gaze.

“how’d i fuck you last night, angel?”

there’s nothing in his tone that leads you to believe it’s a rhetorical question. besides, you’ve learned that the hard way.

“so good, ‘tsumu.”

“yea? made ya squirt all over the sheets—“

“—so why do you want me again?”

“are you depraved? but you can’t be, ‘cos you said it yourself. was good, right?”

you hesitantly nod, agreeing with his statement.

his thumb dips into your mouth, tugging at the corner. he stretches it out, pearly whites peeking back at him.

“you’re just my dumb slut, aren’t ya?”

chanting his name like a prayer, atsumu has half the mind to resurface his face from in between your thighs. his eyebrows screw and his face scrunches into distaste as he gapes up at you.

“shut up.” he barks, clearly disinterested by your whimpers. it’s all fun and games for him until he’s cockblocked by the rest of his team because they overheard everything. for that sense, he constantly hisses at you to keep it down and to stop squealing.

but how can you keep it down? when the singular thing that you can hear is how atsumu’s tongue ties between the folds of your cunt, how he quietly pants and groans against your vulva. it’s the loud, sloppy kisses and messy eating that leaves you breathless. it’s how the setter knows exactly the right shortcuts to make you squirm, to send your toes curling and back arching.

you reach forward to grab bundles of his dyed blonde hair, momentarily awestruck when you remember how delicate and silky it is. with both of his arms wrapped around your thighs, there’s not much wiggle room for you to thrash about. nevertheless, you take the opportunity by angling your hips to grind your pussy against the bridge of his nose. atsumu isn’t thrilled by you manhandling him, so he only indulges you in your impulse for a couple seconds before he pulls back.

there’s an excess of your viscous, clear cum that collects around his chin. a few splodges make it down his neck, decorating it beautifully. you’re still left panting and heaving with labour from your first orgasm not too long ago, but that doesn’t stop atsumu from latching his lips back onto your clit. he anticipates the shriek that rips out from your throat, so he has your underwear ready to stuff into your mouth.

“pipe down.” he rears, flicking his tongue and curling it around the sensitive bud. you can only chomp through the fabric, wincing at the snapped fibres. even so, you manage a few pleas.

“tsumutsumu, pleasepleaseplease— please.”

“think yer ready for me?”

you nod fervently, giving it your all to persuade him. atsumu latches his mouth off of you, slumping his face against your thigh.

“i dunno. feel like ya could use some stretchin’ first.” he hums, prodding his middle finger against your slicked cunt. you groan a sigh of protest, but by that point he’s already sunk his digit in. atsumu quickly follows by adding his ring finger, using his pinky and thumb as support.

you wince at the initial intrusion, feeling a little relieved when he withdraws the fingers. but once more, he’s adamant about proving a point.

“so wet.” he hums, fanning his digits apart to showcase the webbing that separates them. atsumu swiftly leans forward, pulling your underwear out of your mouth before sinking his damp fingers for you to lick off.

“tastes good, right?” he pulls you in for a quick kiss, vaguely nibbling and pulling on your bottom lip.

there’s no way that his prolonged torture is about to conclude anytime soon. you’ve done this a few times before, yet you never really learn.

atsumu curls his two slender fingers into a ‘come here’ motion, prodding around for the rough patch of your g-spot. you’re sure you’re about to lose it when those obscure squelching sounds fill the air.

you’re beginning to sound insane by now, possessed even.

you’re lucky he’s letting you come, after all. but you soon begin to regret that train of thought, because the entire time atsumu’s effortlessly making you fall apart with just his fingers alone- he’s observed enough to know when you’re about to finish.

so when it feels like the coil in your abdomen threatens to snap, atsumu yanks your wrist away from your clit. he glances up at you, cracking a wide grin from ear to ear.

“shoulda seen your face just now, too fuckin’ good.” he cackles, stifling his laughter.

“anyways, ‘m tired of screwin’ around. open your legs wide for me, love.”

atsumu settles in between your legs, shifting onto his knees in front of you so that he can untie the string that holds his sweatpants. when his dick springs back from his boxers and slaps against his navel, he murmurs a small ‘ooff’ in relief. you lick your lips in anticipation, staring down the lengthy veins that crawl his shaft and then his bright pink tip. atsumu gives himself a quick stroke before slathering his head against the entrance of your cunt, gathering up the slick to use as lube.

aligning himself properly, atsumu hisses a groan from the depths of his chest at the initial push and how you swallow his tip whole. he has to contain himself by plastering one hand over his mouth. even to this day, you’ll always relish how his eyebrows raise in shock every time.

when you think he’s at a standstill to allow you to adjust, atsumu draws his hips out until his tip’s visible only to jam his dick back inside. he does this while staring down to where your bodies connect, eliciting a low whistle.

“‘s a nice view.” he comments, and you’ve no choice but to trust his judgement.

atsumu tuts when the very loud and definitely suspicious slap of his balls against your skin ring in the air. he scrunches his face, lifting his shirt off before tucking the fabric where your skin meets. he tests it out with a few thrusts, still a little dissatisfied at the volume level even if it manages to muffle the echo.

you reach your hand out, laying it flat against his chest. atsumu grabs your hand into his, lifting it up to the side of his face for you to caress his cheek.

“‘tsumi” you whimper.

“mhm.”

it’s routine after that.

atsumu’s hand curls around your throat, other hand lifting a leg up onto his shoulder. he’s only a stroke in and you can tell that you’re going to have a hard time.

he’s so good to you, stuffing you full and wide with his dick, massaging and kissing your walls with his tip.

“so fuckin’ tight.” he groans, throwing his head back.

tears threaten to spill and cloud your vision, garbled moans procuring nothing but white static. there’s a ring of cream around atsumu’s shaft and every thrust of his dick sends you a little bit more over the edge. you can feel the sweat drop and roll between your bodies when his chest slides and clicks against yours— heart jackhammering against your own.

at one point, you have to sloppily kiss atsumu to stop him from moaning so much. it’s messy, with drool spilling everywhere as he stretches your thighs further to ram himself deeper.

when you find the blush that tints his cheeks, the glassy sheen in his eyes, the swollen parted lips and the strands of hair that cling to atsumu’s skin, you really are convinced that he’s the dumb slut.

people who reblog are hot as fuck.

#tsumus kansai dialect sounds so awful in writing #at least to me because i hear it more than i read it #hq #haikyu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x reader #atsumu x female reader #atsumu headcanons #atsumu hcs #atsumu smut

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Twenty One

Yellow Rose

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

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For the past few days you have been switching between working for Bokuto and Daichi. Though with Bokuto you make more cash quicker, there's less of a risk factor when you say behind casino doors. You don't prefer one job over the other anyways, so you quite enjoy flipping between both.

Occasionally, you see Oikawa as well. He never mentions anything about the deal that the two of you came up with, but you're sure he's not one to forget. Little things that he does remind you that he isn't one to mess with. You hope to god you never get on his bad side. Like this morning, for instance, after a long night of not sleeping, the two of you meet up at a small café not too far from the casino where you're going to meet up with Bokuto. The two of you are standing in line when, god forbid, the barista got the drink mixed up.

"I said six pumps of raspberry, not strawberry or whatever the hell this is. I strongly suggest you fix this," he had insisted.

You sighed, already used to things like this with him, as you sat down to enjoy your beverage. When Oikawa finally did join you, he's got two drinks in his hand. Somehow he was able to convince the barista to make a new one and let him keep the one he insisted upon returning. Or maybe he just paid for both, who knows?

Later that same evening after work, you get ready to depart from Atsumu's house to go see Oikawa once more. Unfortunately for you, the weird tension between Oiakwa and Atsumu has only grown stronger since he first showed up at the door on the evening of Osamu's funeral.

"I'll be back around nine," you wave to Atsumu as you walk to the front.

"Where ya going?" Atsumu asks calmly. You haven't yet explained who you're going to see.

"Oh, Oikawa is picking me up. He got us some reservations for a cooking class. Isn't that awesome?" you say with delight, hoping he'll just go along with it.

"What? No. Who's paying for this? You need to save your money, remember? Or we all die?!" he replies, starting to freak out.

"It's all under control, Atsumu. I've got it covered, okay?" you attempt to reassure him.

"How can you be so calm about this? Are you forgetting how much we need!?" he tells you as he steps closer to you.

"Of course, I remember that. What are you trying to say right now?" you then scoff.

"I'm saying Oikawa is becoming way too much of a distraction! It's like he's purposely not letting you succeed! You're with him morning and night. I've hardly seen you these past few days!"

"He's not a distraction! I've been able to do my work every day since I met him! I've been with Bokuto and Daichi. You can ask them if you don't believe me!"

Besides, you think to yourself, if anyone around here is a distraction for me, it's Atsumu.

"Like hell he isn't!" he goes on to talk purely about Oikawa, "That asshole's up to something!"

"Like what?" you scoff. "Oikawa has been nothing but nice to me this whole time."

"That's exactly my point!" he continues. "It just doesn't make sense!"

"It doesn't make sense for someone other than you to feel empathy? You've got quite some nerve saying that shit when he was your own damn brother! It wouldn't kill you to make friends with someone other than me, you know!"

With that, you storm out of the house. The door slams behind you as you walk away. However, despite the anger filling your brain, you could swear you heard the tiniest voice ring out to you as you leave.

"I don't need anybody else but you."

Too pissed off to take a moment to process what you heard, you stomp right up to your car and drive off angry. Once you arrive at the building of the cooking class, you finally take a deep breath. It's finally time for you to step back and reflect on what just happened with Atsumu.

Oikawa's been nothing but nice to you. He showed up on the day of the funeral because he was concerned. He's even agreed to help you with the whole Kuroko debacle. But, perhaps, you do see where Atsumu is coming from. He's been nothing but good to you either. He's letting you stay at his house, eat his food, sleep in his bed, and you don't even bother with him that much anymore. 

Once you calm yourself down you enjoy your time with Oikawa. You learn how to make this fancy kind of dough you've never even heard of before and certainly can't pronounce on your own. 

However, once you get back home, you sit in your car for awhile debating whether or not you should go somewhere else for the night. You're sure Aoi or one of your friends would be cool with it.

Nevertheless, you decide to go in. The house is perfectly quiet, so, assuming that Atsumu's not home, you walk to his bedroom. But just as your fingers reach the doorknob, you hear faint noises from inside. The sounds of a woman's voice ring in your ear. You don't know who he's got in there, but it'd be best not to disturb them. 

How just like Atsumu, you think to yourself. It's like Osamu told me awhile back. Whenever something's got Atsumu feeling upset, he needs someone to calm him down.

Knowing that it's none of your business, you walk away and end up falling asleep on the couch. Luckily, dreams take over your consciousness quickly, but it seems as though it's gone just as quickly as it arrived. Screaming fills the room and you sit up to see a short, brown-haired girl looking down at you in disgust.

"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend?! What the fuck is going on? She's okay with it, too?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" she shouts.

"No," Atsumu attempts to reassure her as he pulls a shirt over his head. "No, it's not like that. She's my brother's girlfriend. Not mine!"

"This is a one bedroom house, Tsumu. I'm not stupid! Why would your brother's girlfriend be asleep alone in your house?!" she continues to freak out. "You're fucking sick!"

"Brielle, listen," he says calmly as he steps toward her. "I promise you-"

Atsumu's little attempt at fixing things with his new friend is ruined with a smack right across his left cheek. Brielle practically spits in his face as she curses him out once more before walking proudly out of the house.

Once it's just you and Atsumu left alone, the two of you share awkward eye contact.

"Who's Brielle?" you ask as you lean over the backside of the couch.

Atsumu sighs as he walks around to sit beside you. "I've got no fucking clue. Met her on this dating app today."

"Dating app?" you chuckle. "You, of all people, need a dating app to get girls? No way."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asks seriously.

"Oh, I..." you begin, fumbling over your words. He's not fishing for a compliment, but he obviously knows he's handsome. Was it not obvious? "I just mean that you're usually at the clubs or socializing, right? That's all. I didn't think dating apps were your thing."

Atsumu nods quietly as he looks down at his lap. "Yeah, well, I guess it doesn't really matter. It was a stupid idea anyway... I'm sorry, too."

"About what? It's your house, you can bring people over. I'm sorry for messing it up," you smile nervously, hoping that he'll see through your words and just automatically know what you're feeling.

"About earlier, I mean. You can spend time with whoever you want, like you just said," he quietly responds.

No, no, no. This has gone in the exact opposite direction than you were hoping for. Now what are you going to do?!

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[chimielie]

lost in translation

summary: something about you drives osamu crazy.

word count: 6.2k

cw: swearing, at one point osamu picks up reader slightly for a very short amount of time, super slow burn

a/n: reader took on their own personality i’m sorry. i feel like i have a lot to say ab this fic aghlsjf enjoy!!

You’re famous.

Famous being relative to your school in Hyōgo Prefecture, perhaps even only to your grade, and it’s only a result of your relation to one of Inarizaki’s truly famous monster twins, and that relation is that you hate him so much you’d smother him in his sleep if you could, and everyone knows it.

Famous means that even your teacher looks at you strangely when you turn in the volunteer form for working at this summer’s volleyball camp. You try to pretend you have no idea why she would be peering at you in the concerned way she is, looking down at your feet while she makes odd humming noises.

“L/N, I don’t mean to overstep, and you’re a good student, but—”

“I need the volunteer hours,” you beg before she can bring up the accursed name. “I really, really need the volunteer hours for experience, please, it would help me so much.” She purses her lips, looking at you, and you try to look small and innocent and like you would never fistfight a nationally known volleyball prodigy during lunch period.

“Well, alright,” she says, and you bow gratefully before leaving the classroom with your bag slung over your shoulder, walking out into the sunny spring.

You’re sure it’ll be fine, anyway. You’ll be working in the kitchen. The two of you will never see each other long enough to start arguing.

“Ne, L/N!” A voice you recognize and hate makes you freeze up, realizing that your impeccable timing and extra time in the classroom today means that you’re just in time to catch the volleyball team after practice. “Had detention?”

“No, Miya,” you say tightly, turning around slowly. “Why d’ya care, asshole?”

“I don’t,” he says. “I just want to know when you’re gonna be punished for your crimes against me.”

“You’ve literally instigated all of it,” you huff, starting to walk away in the direction of your home. He follows you, the obnoxious ass, still talking, as if you want to hear anything he has to say. His legs are long and he’s athletic, so you make what peace you can with the knowledge that you’re stuck walking home with him today.

“We both know that’s not true,” he says. “Like last week, you were the one who assumed that—”

“Shut the fuck up,” you say, face burning. “Don’t talk to me. Go away.”

“I’m just trying ta be friendly,” he says lightly, pacing ahead of you and walking backwards while he faces you. “Don’t be mean, lovely.”

“Don’t call me that,” you snap right away, but he’s been doing this every day for years and he knows what to watch out for, signs that you’re just a little embarrassed, a little flustered by him and his stupid pet names. His eyes glint with satisfaction when he searches your face and finds exactly what he’s looking for. “And we both know you don’t have any kind of friendly interest in me.”

“True,” he acknowledges, turning and falling back into step with you. “Um—”

“Oi, wait up!” You squeeze your eyes shut at the sound of footsteps behind you, knowing that you’re about to be joined by the second Miya. You stop walking. Your first companion keeps going.

Miya Atsumu is loud and a bit of a clown, and there’s certainly a reason why he has the reputation he does, but your rivalry with Miya Osamu is the stuff of local legend, as old and as fucking meaningless as that of the two households of Shakespeare’s fair Verona.

“Hi, Y/N,” Atsumu greets you, sounding a little out of breath. He must have run after his twin all the way here. You wonder why Osamu was out so much earlier when the twins are usually inseparable (in a contentious sort of way).

“Hi, Atsumu,” you return. “Come to save me?”

“Ha,” he snorts. “As if you’ve ever had a problem taking care of ‘Samu yourself.”

“I have lots of problems with— that guy,” you say, sticking your nose up in the air. “Anyway, guess who’s followin’ you to camp this year?”

“No,” Atsumu gasps. “You actually did it?”

“I mean, why not?” You shrug. “I’m always so bored when you and Rintarō leave, anyway. And the volunteer work will look good on my applications.”

“You get bored because ‘Samu’s not there to have hour long screaming matches with you when we’re tryin’ to watch movies,” Atsumu says under his breath. You kick him.

“I said I was sorry for that!” “You just kicked me!”

“Sorry,” you say unrepentantly. “And I’m sorry again for the movies. To you, not to that guy!” You raise your volume, just so Osamu knows you’re still pissy about that. You receive a middle finger in response.

“You’re insufferable,” Atsumu tells you. “How do you even carry all that hate in your body? Is it poisonin’ you? Are you gonna die early? Can I have your money?”

“You fight him more than I do,” you retort. “And I’m broker than you, asshole.”

“We’re brothers,” Atsumu shrugs. “It’s different.”

“Maybe,” you say, looking at Osamu’s back. In the deepest most secret depths of your brain, you think it’s a nice back.

Actually, it’s not that deep. Everyone knows that Miya Osamu is your greatest enemy; they just don’t know that he’s also your biggest crush.

Your friends (the few you trust with this earth-shattering secret) are baffled by this. Your hate for Osamu is real and the arguments born from a genuine contention and not some kind of constipated block of feeling in you. At the same time, you seethe seeing his fanclub, swoon when his shirt flutters up as he spikes, imagine a world where he’s not too annoying to date before you go to sleep. Some have theorized that you’re projecting feelings for Atsumu onto Osamu, but you’re certain that the blond doesn’t do it for you. You’re just doomed to liking a guy specifically because you also think he’s the scum of the earth.

Your friends despair at the thought of the kind of people you’ll be attracted to when you leave Hyōgo.

Volleyball camp is fun. You meet a lot of people, mostly girls, and you’re not used to the way they speak, but you learn from them just as they do from you. The first day passes without incident before you clash with Osamu, although you’re sure he saw you getting off the bus at the beginning. A flash of gray eyes, a questioning expression, and then you had disappeared, whisked off to the area you were staying while he and your friends raced for the gyms. The second day, you aren’t so lucky.

They wake you up at the asscrack of dawn (but your grandfather’s a farmer, and so you’re not half as groggy as some of the others are) to cook, and after a while spent peacefully bumbling around in the kitchen, making massive quantities of food for a medium number of teenage boys, said teens begin to trickle in. To your surprise, the Inarizaki team are the first full team in, Kita, Rintarō, and Osamu all fighting for the first plate. Kita, because he’s naturally punctual, Rintarō, because he has a weird “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery” thing going on with Kita, and Osamu, presumably because he’s a bitch. The only reason Atsumu doesn’t make the running is that he’s obviously so tired he can’t even compete with his twin like usual.

“A slice of omelet, please,” Kita says politely. You hand him his serving just as politely.

“Me too,” says Suna, and then, glancing at Kita out of the corner of his eye, “please.” He yawns. “And you should come hang after our practice matches are done. Aran brought cards.”

“I will,” you promise, giving him a healthy serving.

“Why the fuck are you here?” Osamu says. The sleep-deprived boys around him cringe at his volume.

“Fuck you, too,” you say, quieter but just as aggressively, slapping a piece of omelet on a plate and shoving it into his hands before he can order.

“I didn’t say I wanted any,” he says, but clutches the plate closer when you grab at it.

“You like this,” you snap. “You didn’t even eat anything that wasn’t omurice until you were seven. You have rice, you have egg… thing, you have sauce. Omurice. Go eat.”

“Nice of you to remember,” he says, and you roll your eyes hard even though he sounds almost as though he’s been shocked into sincerity, now.

“Next,” you say, stabbing your serving utensil into the omelet. Looking faintly terrified, Ginjima sidles up to you and thanks you profusely once you give him his serving. Atsumu, after him, can barely order through his laughter. You ponder whether the commute to literally any other school would be worth it.

Osamu’s spent a long day hitting balls in the humid gym, and that day’s gotten even longer because his stupid brother needs to perfect his sets, apparently, even though there are six more days of training camp for him to work on a move he’s already getting right fifty percent of the time. He walks back to the rooms the team is staying in slowly while ‘Tsumu chatters beside him, ranting about pigs and bacon and such other stuff. Osamu’s not totally sure that bacon was actually mentioned; he might just be hungry.

His mat is right next to the door, so he doesn’t look before turning and collapsing backwards onto it.

“‘Samu—” Atsumu yelps, and then Osamu’s falling onto something pointy in places, soft in others, and squirming violently.

“Get off me, asshat!” You yell, kicking beneath him. “What the fuck!” He jolts up, hands on his hips.

“Why’re you in my bed, weirdo?” He pauses, looks down at you, noticing how cute you are, dressed in pajamas, legs crossed criss-cross applesauce to play cards. “Kinda surprised, y’know, I didn’t think it’d be so soon.”

“Your—!” You whip your head around to glare at Suna, who’s staring intently at the pair of you from over his cards. “I didn’t know it was your bed. Someone told me to sit here. I would never go anywhere near your bed on purpose, duh.”

“Oh?” He arches a brow. “Good. Get out. Move.” He kicks at you ineffectually. You move to get up, then look up at him with an assessing stare.

“Actually,” you say lightly. “I like it here. I’m comfortable.”

“Are you kidding me,” Osamu breathes, covering his face with his hands. “Are you even supposed to be here? I swear, I’m gonna go call the chaperones—”

“Aw, c’mon, man,” comes a chorus of his teammates. Some team. “You can’t kick out guests,” Aran points out, and Osamu grumpily defers to his senior.

“Fine. Move over, brat, if you’re gonna stick around you’re gonna let me do it in comfort.” You just stare up at him with big eyes. He narrows his own and leans down, hooking one hand under your legs and the other supporting your back.

“Hey! Hey! Miya, what’re you doin’? Put me down!” You yelp as he shifts you onto the foot of the mat, taking a seat of his own next to you. The square footage is understandably small, and he tries not to think about your leg, pressing into his.

“Sure you don’t want to move, lovely?” He looks at you. You’re still staring, jaw ajar, at him, because he just fucking picked you up and moved you like you were nothing. Sure, it was only a few inches, but you’re still a little baffled. He watches as you click your jaw shut and sit up a little straighter, shaking your head.

“This is great,” you say. “I’m in prime range for stranglin’ you.” He rolls his eyes and holds a hand out to Suna.

“Just deal me in.”

You reflect on the decisions that led you here: to an extreme game of chicken, starting with you refusing to move out of Osamu’s bed and ending like this, with your legs stretched out across his lap and your head kind of in his armpit as he drapes his arm over you as obnoxiously and awkwardly as possible. In addition to this gross public display of anti-affection, your friends have been suffering through thirty minutes of an argument about whether or not he cheated during the last round of cards (you cheated and still lost, so you picked a fight out of bitterness).

“Are you two done yet?” Suna asks, yawning. The others all glare at you (you choose to believe that they’re glaring at Osamu) from their sleeping mats, kept awake by the quarreling. Kita snores peacefully and rhythmically, little orange plugs sticking out of his ears.

“I hope so,” Osamu snorts. “My eye bags are bad enough already without this one yellin’ in my ear all night.”

“Oh, don’t act like they’re not just there because you’re up until three A.M. every night watchin’ fuckin’ Iron Chef instead of takin’ care of yourself like you should,” you try to sit up, levering yourself out of the gap between his side and his arm. He forces you back down, still staring at Suna while you struggle against him. “But yeah, we’re done, since he won’t admit that he cheated.”

You expect a retort about your own hanky-panky but instead are met with silence. With some difficulty, you twist your head up to look at the gray-haired boy.

“...How d’you know that?” He asks. With that one, quiet question, you’re suddenly reduced from the famed rivals of Inarizaki’s class 1 to two emotionally confused teens. Fire climbs up your neck.

“Believe it or not, Miya, I listen when you talk,” you mutter, pushing yourself out of his lap and standing. “I’m just gonna go,” you address the rest of the room. “Sorry for keeping y’all up.”

Osamu watches you walk out of the room, picking your way between sleeping pads, disappearing out the door.

Something thwacks him on the back of the head. He knows without looking that it’s Atsumu, his twin telling him go, moron, take what you want.

“Right,” he mutters, and then he’s dashing out the door without care for whose bedding he’s stepping on.

You’re only a few steps out and he thinks about poking your shoulder and instead grabs your wrist.

“Miya,” you stare at him, and then, without much bite: “Fucking hell.”

“Call me Osamu,” he blurts, and then there’s only the sound of the wind and the crickets outside. A car honks. “I mean, uh, you call ‘Tsumu that, too, right? By his first name.”

“Uh, yeah,” you say. “I mean, no.”

“No?” He echoes, and hopes that his face doesn’t show just how crushed he is. You really do hate him, the way he pretends to hate you.

“No,” you say again, and there’s a smile curling over your face, devious and smug. It’s super annoying how attractive it is. “I’m gonna call you ‘Samu. Have a good night, ‘Samu!” You chirp, leaning in way too close. He can feel the brush of your shirt against his.

“Sweet dreams,” he says, late, raising a hand in farewell. You don’t hear it, the door already swinging shut after you.

When he walks back into the sleeping quarters, he’s met with expectant looks from all of the boys still awake.

“What?” He asks, heavily suspicious.

“Do you have a date soon?” Suna says.

“Dumbass,” Atsumu tacks on.

“Why would I have a date?” Osamu says slowly, tucking himself beneath the sheets and staring up at the ceiling.

“Was that not why you were goin’ after her?” Kita says, and Osamu flushes bright red.

“I thought you were asleep, Cap, you scared me. No, it wasn’t. It’s not like that.”

“Then what happened?” Suna asks. Nosy. Osamu debates not answering for a long moment.

“Y/N called me ‘Samu,” he says. “That’s literally it.”

“It’s a start!” Atsumu whoops, and then there’s a round of thoroughly embarrassing cheers. “Y/N and ‘Samu, sittin’ in a tree. K-I-S-S—”

“Shut up,” Osamu growls. “Don’t make me come over there.”

Everyone sleeps peacefully in total quiet after that.

Who are you if not fighting with Osamu? Now, the ground feels shaky beneath your feet. Interactions with him are no longer venomous and mean, but instead gently teasing and a little awkward. You’re testing the waters with each conversation, swimming ever so slowly into uncharted territory.

You’re sure you’re going to be bitten. The question is whether or not you’ll like it.

When he sees you leaning against the bleachers, half-hidden from view if he had been standing in the middle of the gym instead of exiting it, only a few players remaining on the court, it doesn’t elicit the same shocked (loud) reaction your last two unexpected appearances have. It’s well after dinner, but the sunset has never stopped the newest generation of volleyball disciples from their unrelenting practice.

He opens his mouth, then closes it, just as uncertain as you are about this whole semi-friendliness thing.

“Hey, there,” Osamu says. You’ve been leaning on your shoulder, but you turn so your back is to the wall of empty seats, posture relaxed and smirk barely visible. He stops in front of you, ball beneath his arm, water dripping down his face.

“Hey, ‘Samu,” you return. “Good practice?”

“Sure,” he says. “Were you here the whole time?” Were you here when I missed a spike because Suna asked if I was gonna do anythin’ about my stupid crush on stupid you?

“Nah, I had to help wash up, I got here probably an hour after y’all did,” you tell him, blissfully oblivious to the mixed emotions swirling inside him at that moment. “Did you fuck up and I missed it?” Your faux pout is infuriating. He’s leaning closer without realizing it.

“You swing by just to antagonize me or what, sweetheart?” You grab at the ball he’s holding, spinning it absentmindedly between your palms.

“Sorry to crush your hopes, sweetheart, but my world doesn’t revolve around you,” you snap. “Are you that stupid?”

“Hah?” He doesn’t sound half as indignant as he should.

“I’m friends with a bunch of volleyball idiots,” you’re more agitated now, the leather of the ball making soft rasping noises against your skin. “You just thought we bonded over what, cards?”

“Nah, you’re shit at cards,” he thinks. “You mean you play volleyball?” Now he sounds indignant in his surprise. You roll your eyes and toss the ball with more force than necessary for the short distance between you back to him. He catches it with an oof.

“Used to.” You turn back to face the court, the gray-haired boy standing in your peripheral vision.

“Ah,” he says, and there’s a wealth of emotion in those two words. “Ehm, uh, why don’t ya still play?”

“I wasn’t any good at it,” you say lightly, but he’s tracking your expressions, the way your mouth is turned down at the corners and your gaze following the players practicing.

“Seriously?” He’s incredulous.

“I’m not giving you this so you can bait me, ‘Samu,” you say, voice tired and brooking no argument. He sidles a little closer, though still keeping a respectful distance. If your teacher at home knew that you and Osamu were attempting respect these days, she’d laugh.

“I’m sorry for tryin’ to rile you up,” he says, and there’s a noticeable lack of his usual disingenuous tone. “And, uh, all that. I’m tryin’ to be nicer, I swear. Just… habit.”

“Yeah,” you say, sounding faraway. “Same. Sorry.”

“I won’t make fun of you,” he promises, and a week ago you’d swear that you’d never trust Osamu an inch more than you had to, but you guess that you’re trying to bridge an age-old gap here, and bridges are built on trust. It’s not like it’s that bad, you remind yourself, filling your lungs with oxygen, smoothing down your shirt. It’s a small step.

“Fine,” you mumble. “I played as a kid— middle blocker— and there wasn’t a career in it for me according to my parents. So I quit and I wish I hadn’t. That’s all.”

“That sucks,” Osamu says, and you nod. “You’re welcome to rally with us anytime after practice, ya know.”

“I do,” you say, and your familiar grin is back. He exhales a subtle sigh of relief, knowing that he hadn’t fucked up this first small measure of friendship. “Who d’you think helps Atsumu practice when everyone else is sick of his shit?”

“Damn, that’s you?” He asks, trying to shutter out the image of you and Atsumu alone in the gym, bantering and laughing and gettin’ all tactical or whatever about the gameplays. “Some of us were bettin’ that he had a girlfriend he was sneakin’ around with.”

“Atsumu couldn’t date anything that wasn’t round and made of leather,” you crack, and he forces a grin, nodding, wondering whether you wish his twin would.

“You’re not wrong.”

You don’t see him for a couple days after that, or rather, nothing notable happens. You don’t fight, nor do you exchange more than a few words. It’s almost like he’s ignoring you, and while it stings to think that now that you’re not his #1 Enemy you’ve become nothing to him, you’re still hesitant to break the fragile peace you’ve established during this training camp. Thus, you try not to poke the bear, spending more time socializing with your other friends. Occasionally, you catch him watching you and Atsumu, and merely brush it off. They’re always feuding about something, aren’t they?

The night before you’re supposed to pack up your bags and go back to Hyōgo, you’re left alone in the kitchen, putting the final touches on meal prep for tomorrow.

You’re focused on the sound of water spilling over your skin and hitting the cool metal of the sink when something in the back of your consciousness makes the hairs on the back of your head stand up. You shut off the faucet slowly, keeping an ear open as you try to convince yourself not to lunge for the kitchen knives.

The footsteps of someone trying to keep quiet sound throughout the cafeteria. You freeze. The steps get louder, the intruder closer, and though you know logically that it’s probably one of your coworkers or an athlete lost on his way back from showering, you can’t stop your heart from racing faster and faster.

They open the kitchen door.

“Fuck, what’re you doin’ here?” You squeak at the sight of Miya Osamu, standing in the doorway, hair rumpled and pajamas on.

“That’s my line,” he says, stepping inside and closing the door softly behind him. You walk over, leaning over to look through the crack in the door, just to make sure no one was shadowing him. When you see no one, you breathe a sigh of relief and sag on him, lightly punching him.

“I thought you were here to kill me or something,” you whine. “Idiot, you scared me.”

“Hey, why’re you so sure I’m not gonna kill you?” He asks, but rubs a hand over your back soothingly, if hesitantly. He’s not sure if it’s the late hour or the adrenaline in your blood, but he’s definitely not complaining that you’re being as casually touchy with him as you usually are with his brother. With that thought, he pushes you into an upright position and puts a few inches of distance that feel like miles between you.

“I could beat you,” you say confidently. “For real, though, why’re you here?”

“Got hungry,” he says, surveying the kitchen. “Aren’t there s’posed to be other people here helpin’ you?”

“I got assigned this shift with a couple others, but they were basically asleep on their feet, so I told them to go to bed,” you shrug. He frowns.

“That’s not fair. Aren’t ya tired?”

“It’s no big deal,” you say offhandedly. “I offered, after all.”

“I still don’t think that’s right,” he grumbles. “Fuckin’ lazy pigs.”

“‘Samu!” You laugh, startled by his vehemence on your behalf. “Seriously, it’s fine. Anyway, there’s snacks in those boxes—” you point. “Or you can get your bun for tomorrow’s lunch early.”

“Eh, I’m good,” he says. “What’re you doin’?”

“Just baggin’ these,” you hold up a bun. “And puttin’ other lunch stuff in.”

“Looks like a lot of work,” Osamu says. “Especially for one person.”

“Maybe,” you acknowledge. “I can do it.”

“Sure ya can,” he says, and it sounds more sincere than snarky, but it still annoys you to see him slide on a pair of gloves and start helping.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I’m gonna.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“I’m tryin’ to help you.”

“I don’t need help!”

“Just let me be nice!” He snaps. You stick your tongue out at him but stop trying to smack his hand away from the supplies.

The two of you work in silence for a few minutes until a rhythm is established, the knowledge of each other you might have once used to purposefully get in his way or annoy him lets the two of you dance around each other easily, barely communicating with more than eye contact and pointing with your lips.

“You told me somethin’ pretty, uh, personal the other day,” he clears his throat. You keep your gaze focused on your hands, worried about what you’re going to see in his face.

“I guess it was, but it honestly wasn’t that big of a deal,” you say.

“Look, I just— Can I tell you somethin’ that you can’t tell ‘Tsumu?”

“That’s pretty big,” you laugh nervously. “Um, sure. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, and when you look up at him, his gaze is sliding away from your face. “You promise?”

“Yeah,” you say, voice quiet and steady. “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Cool,” he swallows. “I, ah, I’m,” his words are too quiet for you to hear.

“What was that?”

“I’m quitting volleyball,” he says, more loudly, his tone almost defiant. You drop what you’re holding. “I’m gonna open a restaurant.”

As he waits for you to respond, his palms sweating inside his disposable gloves, his cheeks heating, he realizes that this was a really bad idea. You’ve hated him for years, and it’s only been a few days of trying not to fight with you. What if it’s a cover? Worse, what if he’s ruined all that progress? You told him that you regretted being forced to quit the same sport he’s just announced that he plans to leave voluntarily. How insensitive of him, is he really any better than his twin—

“Cool!” You smile, and he thinks he can hear angels singing. “What’re you gonna make?”

“Onigiri,” his voice cracks from the weight of his anxiety and his relief. Your smile widens a little, but you don’t say anything.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had your cooking,” you tell him, picking your stuff back up. “You never let me try it, so it might suck.”

“My food doesn’t suck,” he contests, sinking comfortably back into banter that seems to have lost its bite somewhere between the last week and this one.

“Why else would you be nervous, then?” You ask, tone light. “I’m sure ‘Tsumu will support you.”

“If he doesn’t die of shock first,” Osamu mumbles.

“I guess,” you say slowly. “But seriously, your brother loves you a lot. He might be surprised, since he’s only got one big volleyball inside his head, and I can’t even promise that y’all won’t fight, but I can promise it won’t be for long. There aren’t a lot of things more important than volleyball to Atsumu, but I know you’re one of ‘em. So just follow your dreams and trust that he’ll be okay, alright?”

“...Alright,” Osamu says. “Thanks.”

“It’s true.”

“I hope so.”

“It is, shithead.”

“Fine, fine,” he sighs, lifting his hands. “Tell me, sweetheart, you know my brother pretty well.”

“Yeah,” you cast him a strange look. “Atsumu and I are friends.”

“Do you,” he coughs. “Do you like him?”

“Like him?” You echo, and his heart stops. “Like— oh, ew, no!”

It starts beating again.

“You sure?” He nudges you.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Look, he’s cool, but he’s not y—” You choke. “Um. Yeah. He’s not yeah.”

“Oh?” Osamu arches a brow. “You sure you didn’t mean to say somethin’ else?”

“Yes, Miya,” you say tightly, and that should have been his first clue, but he feels suddenly drunk off of night breezes and starlight streaming through the window.

“I think someone told me once that we were actin’ like kids, pullin’ hair just to get a reaction. Was that what you were doin’?” he croons, and your cheeks heat, your eyes stinging. This is almost worse than all of the many fights you’ve had with him.

“Get out,” you say, then shove him. “I’m not fucking talkin’ to you anymore. I don’t— I don’t want you to joke about this shit. Go away.”

“Wait—” he stutters, but you’re pushing him out into the wider cafeteria and slamming the door shut. “Shit.”

Osamu waits hours for you to come out, sitting quietly with his back to the wall next to the door. He must fall asleep, because the next thing he knows, Kita and Atsumu are standing over him, worried expressions on their faces.

“What happened?” Atsumu asks, and Osamu registers dimly that the fingers of the sunrise are creeping up the sky outside the windows.

“Nothin’,” he mutters, standing and wincing at the way all of his joints seem to pop.

“Osamu—” Kita starts.

“‘M fine, Captain,” he holds a hand up. “Must’ve sleepwalked to the kitchen for a midnight snack.”

Something in his voice tells them not to press further.

When Osamu was five, the elderly couple who lived next door moved out, and in came a new family. He remembers being ushered into the house by his parents, his attention occupied mostly by the new environment and by his brother, who was furiously poking him every time their mother turned around.

“What’re you doing?” This was a new face to him. You were the same age as him, your face scrunched up in a smile and your hands planted on your hips confidently.

“None of your business,” Atsumu said. Osamu took the momentary distraction and pounced, kicking his brother in the back of the knee. A bell dinged somewhere in the distance, and you became a one-person audience as they wrestled on the floor.

“Hey!” You shrieked as Osamu’s kicking legs lashed out, catching you. “Ow!”

“Atsumu! Osamu!” Osamu flailed his limbs uselessly as his father picked him up, prying him away from his brother as their mother did the same to Atsumu. “We’re so sorry,” he apologized to your parents. “They’re rowdy, please forgive the commotion.”

Your parents waved it off. When Osamu’s mother turned to you, apologizing for putting you in the middle of the constantly-squabbling children, you merely shrugged it off, huge smile still on your face.

You pointed at Osamu.

“‘S okay. That one started it.”

The sun is bright overhead as Osamu waits his turn to toss his duffel bag into the bus and get in for a long, nauseating ride home. He feels buzzed and blurry around the edges, sleep-deprived and anxious and irritable.

“Hey, Y/N!” Atsumu calls, a note of surprise in his voice. “Why’re you here?”

“There was a mishap,” and when he turns you’re grimacing furiously, pointedly looking anywhere but at him. “I’m comin’ on this bus, I guess.” You sound like you think the bus is gonna be filled with medieval torture devices. Osamu tries desperately to catch your eye, but you only stare up at the bright, cloudless sky.

“Wow,” Suna says, loud and monotone. Osamu, already sitting in the window seat two rows from the back, waiting for his friend to join him, stares at him. This sounds ominous. “I sure do not feel well.”

“Gee, Suna,” Atsumu chimes. “That sucks ass,” a guilty glance at Kita for swearing. “You should come over here and sit with me.”

“Where am I gonna sit?” You turn to Atsumu, crossing your arms. “Don’t tell me—”

“Next to ‘Samu!” Yup.

Osamu waits for you to take your seat next to Atsumu and yell and fight and refuse to move, but instead, you trudge down the bus aisle, not even acknowledging that you’re supposed to be sitting next to your fated rival. The entire way, he stares at you with wide, apologetic eyes, but you ignore him steadfastly in favor of plugging in your headphones and drowning out his meek hello.

The ride commences with a literal shaky start.

He’s trying to simultaneously swallow his carsickness and persuade you into acknowledging his presence, but you’re giving him nothing.

The whole way home, you don’t so much as look at him, and he hates it more than he hated twelve years of insults and criticism.

The bus shudders to a stop and you’re the first out of your seat, running down the aisle and out the doors before even the students in the front seats stand.

“What happened, dude?” Atsumu breathes.

“Keep your nose out of it,” Osamu snaps, and he’s going after you, bag smacking against his side with every stride.

Your door slams in his face, taunting him. On the other side, you throw yourself onto your bed and try to stop feeling so goddamn miserable.

He wakes up early the next day (early for him, which isn’t saying much) and knocks on your door politely, like a salesman or friendly neighbor might. You buy it, and you’re the one who opens the door, still in your pajamas, hair ratty and face scrunched up. You’re about to say something, probably along the lines of fuck off, when he interrupts, trying to stave off total rejection.

“‘M sorry, okay?” He bursts. “I’m sorry I’m a dick and that I nitpick you and provoke you and fuckin’ single you out because I’d do just about anythin’ to get you to notice me,  but— that’s not the point, sorry. The point is that I’m sorry and I won’t do that shit anymore, I swear, I’ll be nice, I’ll fuckin’— I don’t know. If you want me on my knees, I’ll get on my knees, I don’t care. Yell at me and call me names and break my heart if that’s what you need to do to even look at me. I’m just sorry.”

In the steam of your evaporating anger, everything becomes clear.

“Don’t be an idiot, ‘Samu,” you sigh, and his low-lidded gaze snaps up to yours at the use of the nickname. “It’s not like I haven’t done just as much shit to you, and I don’t know if I like seein’ you like this. I’m not tryin’ to kick you when you’re down.”

“I’m—”

“Finish that sentence and I slug you in the face,” you interrupt his apology. “You do this with all the people you hate?”

“You know it’s only you, right?” “Please,” you laugh bitterly. “I know your reputation, the Miya twins are always rude to everyone.”

“Nah,” he shakes his head. You think he looks disturbingly like a scolded puppy. “That’s ‘Tsumu. You haven’t noticed? I’m the nice twin.”

“Yeah, right. Nice to who?”

“To literally everyone but you,” he sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. “You drive me crazy, Y/N, I don’t get it. You say somethin’ and my mouth moves faster than my brain and I say the stupidest shit, I swear.”

“Yeah, you do.” you smirk. “Okay, I have an idea. Let’s just start over? You think more about what you say to me and I’ll… think more about what I say to you. Can we do that?”

“Yeah, of course,” he breathes, looking like you hung the stars in the sky by absolving him of a verdict he’d only given himself.

“Okay,” you breathe, steeling yourself. You step out of your doorway and slip your hand into his, which is big and warm and callused. You should buy him hand lotion, you think, you bet his palms crack in the hotter parts of the year. “Is this okay?”

“Uh,” he says, hand flexing around yours. “Yes. ‘Course.”

“Cool,” you say, and there’s still a little band around your heart, constraining its wild beating. “Wait— before we just, y’know, try to let it all go, I just wanna say since ya gave me such a sincere apology— I’m sorry, too. I—”

“Shut up before I slug ya,” he says. You try to kick him, but he maneuvers you by pulling your arm and you just end up stumbling closer to him, staring at him with wide eyes. He chuckles, low and deep, and you lean your forehead on his shoulder and start laughing too, at the absurdity of all these years.

It’s a lot to you, and maybe not enough to some.

It’s a start.

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I get really bad cramps, like I’ll pass out/throw up, and I just be telling myself “idk how...but osamu would NOT allow this 😩” HE WOULD NOT ALLOW ME TO BE IN THAT MUCH PAIN, I KNOW IT

on god periods are the worst. i always forget just how bad they are until i get mine again and then im reminded 😐 anyways here are headcanons for this cause why not :D also as apology for not responding for a while </3

MIYA OSAMU WHEN YOU’RE ON YOUR PERIOD

okay so at the beginning of your relationship, you were a little bit hesitant to let him know whenever you were on your period, just because it felt like he didn’t really need to know ??

but osamu’s kind of like,,, very smart and he starts to notice whenever you’d cancel plans or maybe when you ask to stay in when you had been planning on going out or maybe he notices when your appetite is a little messier, your sleep a little disturbed.

either way, he kinda picks up on it, but he grew up with no sisters and a mother who didn’t have much reason to tell him about periods so he‘s still very clueless

one day you‘re just not in the mood and he bluntly asks, “are ya on yer period?” but it comes out so wrong like 😭 it sounded really offensive when he was just genuinely curious and worried for your wellbeing and you kinda gawked at him like ????

but then he just like raises his brows as if expecting an answer like, “are ya or are ya not?” but he also adds, “s’kay if ya are, m’just wonderin’.”

when you’re cautious with asking him if he’s like annoyed or disgusted, he’s very honest when he says, “nah, just wanted ta know if i can help.”

the moment he’s home he corners atsumu and asks for help, like atsumu would know??? atsumu bullshits so much and osamu can tell he’s bullshitting so he turns to his mom. just sits her down and asks her how he can be of help when it comes to periods. pls imagine how proud she must’ve beeb :(

anyways he doesn’t really memorize your cycle or anything like that but he just picks up on signs that you’re pms’ing. any complaints about breast or back or stomach pain, any headaches or insomnia, or nausea or bloating like he just has the symptoms memorized.

and as soon as he hears, for example, your back is aching, or your shoulders hurt, he’s casually just gonna get behind you and start massaging, carrying on any conversation or watching the movie/tv show, or continuing a phone call. he’ll just kinda mindlessly do it for you.

he also kinda likes how much you indulge yourself with food either before or on your period. he hates that part where you start to feel guilty about it but he just goes “mmm yeah for sure of course” as you whine about eating too much while he’s stuffing your face with more food. he doesn’t care, he’s gonna make sure you’re eating a lot no matter what. and he’ll eat double the amount if it makes you feel better.

he’s very very very calm and chill about it. like he doesn’t make a big deal about it in any way, neither extremes you know. he just treats you the same way he would any other day, but you can tell he’s gentler. like he lets any snap from yours pass and is a lot cuddlier and indulges you more, but very subtly you know. he just doesn’t want you to feel like you’re burdening him in any way.

he seems “ok sure” and so whatever about buying pads and/or tampons but is actually so clueless it’s hilarious. he’s not embarrassed just so, so lost 😭 and he’s too prideful to ask for help from you so he just sends pictures to the vbc in hopes they’ll help him. they make fun of him, and it remains a running joke for a very long time, but they eventually put their brains together and help him (i.e. kita texts you and asks you specifically so that osamu gets what you want and not just anything).

osamu probably runs really warm (both the twins do), so any time your tummy hurts he just splays his hand across your lower abdomen and squeezes and kneads lightly. why invest in a heating pad when you have a whole boyfriend yk

makes you so much tea, especially chamomile tea, and when you can’t sleep, with even the tea not helping, he just hugs you really, really tight to him and cuddles you real close. he has his arms wrapped around you and he’s kissing your forehead and temple and just soothingly rubbing your back as you mewl and whine into his chest about how much it hurts.

makes fun of you for getting into those weird positions that somehow magically get rid of the pain, but just leaves you be with a kiss to your temple and a genuine laugh.

also if you ever leak in bed, it’s literally not a problem at all. he just shoos you away to get cleaned up and takes care of everything. even leaves a painkiller and some water by your bedside for when you come back.

if you ever leak in public, he’s gotchu, immediately like rushing up to stand behind you and whisper in your ear to warn you. leads you to the bathroom and gets you extra clothes if you’re in the mall or something, unless he has a hoodie or jacket on him that he can tie around your waist. he doesn’t mind either at all. what a gentleman please :(

now if your cramps are bad bad, like throwing up, passing out, physically can’t move, all that good good stuff, he is very, very protective. like he’s always making sure you’re drinking water and staying hydrate, and feeds you very little foods not to trigger your nausea but also just enough to keep you healthy yk? he also tries very hard to make sure you stay at home during the worse days, like staying in bed with minimal movement while he takes care of you.

he just gets this whole newfound respect for girls and women. he’d always had it, but now that he’s seen it firsthand and so personal, the respect magnifies. he’s definitely saved a life or two by just casually having a pad or tampon in his schoolbag or something. like he once saw this first year girl panicking outside the bathroom and was like ?? are ya okay ?? and she blurted out that she got her period and didn’t have anything on her and he was like, “oh, okay. here,” and just handed her some like <3333 king <3333

anyways all in all, the perfect gentleman. takes care of you very well without making you feel like a burden, and never makes you feel like your period’s an inconvenience.

i love him

also sorry for making this so long havsjdjd

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