#✿.atsumu’s haru!

[dollysilena]

yeah yeah, atsumu is a good dad and all but at some point he WILL leave haru at a walmart and WILL be halfway home before he realizes

#pls talk training wheels w me i’m stuck at the airport and i’m bored #haru def was like 🤷🏻‍♂️ #atsumu prob finds him in like the produce aisle wandering around not giving a shit #atsumu bribes him not to say a WORD but haru is like 🔇🧏🏻‍♂️ #reader def gives atsumu the ASS WHOOPING of a lifetime #osamu is hollering #work: training wheels

[lilium-dragomir]

#Manga #Kono Oto Tomare! #Kono Oto Tomare #Stop This Sound! #Stop This Sound #Chika Kudou #Takezou Kurata #Saneyasu Adachi #Atsumu Yoshinaga #Takeru Kurata #Akari Kobayakawa #Haru Kasugai #Sentarou Miya

[kazumahashimoto]

birthday

#atsumu and haru to be clear #bernie's birthday is also this month remember this #kot

[lunamochii]

'biceps or thighs?!' atsumu miya x f!reader

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"Truth or dare! First one to chicken out will buy each of us a icecream!"

You cringe hearing what your friend suggested. You and your friends are currently sitting down inside the gym, with your bags toss on the side.

"Let's use Saya-chan's waterbottle to spin and see who it lands!"

"Can I back out?" You raise your hand and all of them glared at you, making you groan "Nah-uh! Or if you want, then you'll have to buy us icecream!" Haruka, the one who propose the game, grin at you and all you could do is click your tongue and settle on the side of Rita.

There are only four of you and your silently, screaming, inside your head for the waterbottle not to land on you. It landed first to Haruka and you breath out a sigh of relief

"Ha! Truth or dare!" Rita exclaim and you snickered seeing the betrayed look of Haruka

"The fuck... fine! Dare!"

Hearing this, Saya leans in towards Rita and whispered something and two girls began to laugh

"I dare you to clean the whole gym after this game!"

If there's one thing that Haruka is good at, it's skipping her turn on cleaning duty.

"You two- you gang up on me! Not fair!" Haruka cross her arms and Rita just shook her head in disapproval

"Remember Haru~ you're gonna buy us icecream if you don't do it•~"

You think that by now maybe Haruka regretted making that kind of penalty

"Ugh whatever! I'm gonna spin it!" Haruka exclaim and twist the bottle and when she let go, it's spinning very fast and you're staring at it intently.

"Please let it not be me!" You said out loud and when it halted, it stopped at Rita and you can't help but scream in joy

"Hahahahaha!!! Rita! Truth or dare!"

"Hng- truth!"

Haruka's lips curve into a smirk, she moves closer to Rita and slump her arms on her shoulders and wiggled her eyebrows

"Who do you like in our men's voleyball team?"

You and Saya couldn't help but tease Rita at the same time, it is about time she should be honest to herself. She mumbled something but all of you didn't hear it so Haruka tease her even more

"I said it's Suna Rintaro!"

The three of you were slightly taken back as she scream the man of her dreams, it took you all 10 seconds to recover before you are all lightly poking her sides and teasing her.

"Suna, huh?"

"I mean, I've seen him look at your way whenever we watch any of their matches."

"Ahh get off!! I'm spinning!!"

Rita reach for the bottle and spins it, just right after you sat back down the bottle came into halt and it's lid is facing your way. You gulp hard and your friends are hot on your trail

"Truth or dare!"

They all said or scream in unison but you can clearly hear how they emphasize the word 'truth'

"Cal- What are you guys doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?"

Since your back is facing the entrance of the gym you couldn't see who came in but you can already make up who just said that and who's with them

"Kita-senpai! We have no class and our P.E subject just ended. We figured out that to just stay here!"

Saya beam and you giggled seeing Haruka's cheeks slowly turning pink. Well, she got a huge crush on the captain of your school's voleyball team.

"I see, but why are you all huddled up on the corner?"

"Oh we're just playing truth or dare."

"Really?! We wanna join!"

You heard the squeaky sounds made by their shoes as they ran up to where you are, Saya who saw how frozen the two of her friends. She laugh to herself.

"Actually, it's her turn!" Saya pointed at you, Rita and Haruka is quick to regain their composure

"Yeah! Truth or dare!"

"Truth!"

You heard your friends scream and the three of them huddled together and kept on whispering. You can also feel the presence of the one man who can make your heart wanna break-free from your chest.

"Alright!! Answer us with nothing but the truth!"

You nod and gulp nervously, you see how they all glance at each other before nodding and snickering to themselves, you have a bad feeling.

"Atsumu-san's thighs or biceps?!"

Your jaw drop and you can feel the heat coming up to your cheeks, you quickly got up to your feet and was about to tackle them but they were faster and avoided your wrath

"I'll kill you three!!"

Despite with your threats, the three of them just laugh

"Answer us!"

Now, it's not only them but the other members of the voleyball team joins in too. Great, your afternoon is nothing but a embarassing memory.

Amidst of your distress, you felt a pair of arms snake it's way to your waist and hugging you from the back, you can hear the whistling and 'ooooh' of your friends

"Why don't you answer it, babe? I'm also curious."

Right, sometimes it slides off your mind that you are dating one of the popular members of your team.

"If you don't answer, you'll have to buy all of us a icecream!"

"Why do I have to buy for the team too?! Kita-san!"

You look at their captain but his just smiling and waiting for your answer

"I'll start tickling you if you don't answer"

Atsumu threaten and his hands are already holding your hips firmly

"Thighs!!! I like your thighs!!"

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"My thighs are free of use to you~ so come and lay down!"

He pat it and your face got red immediately and throw the pillow you were holding at him

"It's been 6 years! I'm over of your thighs now!"

You defended yourself, ever since that embarassing confession you did during your highschool days, there was not a single day that Atsumu didn't tease you for it. He didn't let it go even after you guys decided to move in togetherafter college.

"I thought you're over it?"

"Shut up."

Atsumu laughs which you shut him up by using your right hand to cover his mouth. You can't say no if he invites you like that to lay your head on his thighs.

You felt him grab your hand so you open your eyes and saw he kiss the ring, the one he used when he propose to you.

"I love you" he said and you smile warmly at him

"I love you too.... and your thighs."

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bonus part☆

You ask him once if he could wrap his thighs around your head and he looked at you with weird expression but eventually you got him to do it.

It was the best day of your life.☆

#haikyuu atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #msby atsumu #hq atsumu #haikyuu msby #msby black jackal #haikyuu timeskip #timeskip au #hq headcanons #hq imagines #hq drabbles #hq x reader #hq photos #hq fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyū!! #haruichi furudate #haikyu angst #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x female reader #atsumu x you #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x you #miya atsumu x y/n

[yanderecrazysie]

Sick Reader Headcanons

Yandere headcanons with a reader that is sick (like has a cold or something, nothing serious)

Fandoms (in order): Attack on Titan, My Hero Academia, Haikyuu, Danganronpa 1, 2, and V3, Oshi no Ko, Free, Ouran High School Host Club, Fruits Basket, Hetalia

He's beside himself with worry. What if you get sicker? What if you die from this? He hates to see you so miserable- it makes him feel miserable too. He does his best to help you feel better, but he's too stressed out to really be much help, even if it doesn't show.

Reiner, Bertolt, Jean, Levi, Connie, Midoriya, Kaminari, Kageyama, Goshiki, Yamaguchi, Makoto Naegi, Nagito, Shuichi, Nagisa, Tamaki, Kyo, Canada, Italy,

He's a doting boyfriend/friend. He's dabbing at your forehead with a damp washcloth, taking your temperature, fetching your medication, food, and water. He enjoys being this close to you, even if the situation isn't the best.

Armin, Eren, Marco, Erwin, Iida, Shoto, Kirishima, Overhaul, Daichi, Sugawara, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Hinata, Ushijima, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kita, Osamu, Hajime, Kaito, Aqua, Tachibana Makoto, Haru, Kaoru, Yuki, America, England, Japan, Russia, China

He takes advantage of your sickness. Touching you because you're too out of it to ward him off, talking your ear off because you're too sick to move, etc. He doesn't mind seeing you this way: helpless and dependent on him and him alone.

Porco, Bakugou, Monoma, Hawks, Tendou, Shirabu, Atsumu, Suna, Terushima, Tsukishima, Shigaraki, Dabi, Byakuya, Kokichi, Rin, Hikaru, Kyoya, Shigure, France

#yandere #yandere headcanons #headcanons #yandere attack on titan #yandere my hero academia #yandere haikyuu #yandere danganronpa 2 #yandere danganronpa #yandere danganronpa v3 #yandere free #yandere oshi no ko #yandere ouran high school host club #yandere hetalia #yandere fruits basket

[tessenpai]

Kono Oto Tomare Chapter 123 Scans and Rough TL

Disclaimer: Please DO NOT use this translation to make your own TL of the chapter!! The KOT TL group works very hard to give you the most accurate translation, that does as much justice to the original script as possible. This is a ROUGH translation. That means is faulty and there must be mistakes in certain places. This is just for impatient people like myself to get a grasp on what is going on in the chapter! You can REFERENCE my TL if you want to discuss the chapter but never USE it as it was your own.

Scans: https://mangaraw.org/Kono-Oto-Tomare!/123

Page 1

Side text: An unforeseen situation...!!!

Akari [thoughts]: The bridge---!!!

Chapter Title: Proof

Page 2

Sentarou [thoughts]: Akari...!!

Haru [thoughts]: Akari-kun...!!

Akari [thoughts]: Oh no, oh no, oh no

Akari [thoughts]: First of all, I have to fix the bridge...!

Akari [thoughts]: Why? I never had this kind of mistake, not even in practice

Akari [thoughts]: Why? Why now?

Page 3

Akari [thoughts]: Why...!!!???

Akari [thoughts]: The performance! What part are they playing now---...

Page 4

Akari [thoughts]: I can't rejoin...!!!

Akari [thoughts]: This is bad, this is bad

Akari [thoughts]: There is no gap for me to enter the song...!!

Akari [thoughts]: What do I do?

Akari [thoughts]: What do I do?

Akari [thoughts]: I can't, I---

Page 5

Sentarou [memory]: Calm down, Akari!!!

Page 6

Sentarou [memory]: Let me be super clear with you

Sentarou [memory]: You aren't playing alone up there!

Sentarou [memory]: We can cover any of your misses, no problem!!

Haru [memory]: Akari-kun, there's nothing to worry about

Haru [memory]: We are right here with you.

Page 7

Sentarou [memory]: You can do it!!!

Page 8

Akari [thoughts]: ---Calm down. If I just recklessly try to rejoin at this speed, I will mess it up

Akari [thoughts]: The tempo becomes gentler a bit later, so I will enter then...!

Akari [thoughts]: It's ok, I can surely rejoin from there!

Akari [thoughts]: Just a bit more

Akari [thoughts]: Eight, Seven

Akari [thoughts]: Six, Five----

Page 9

Sentarou: Heh

Chika [thoughts]: He's back... Sigh

Page 10

Keishi [thoughts]: Well handled...!

Sane [thoughts]: Daaaaaaamn---!!! These kinds of things also happen...?

Mittsu [thoughts]: That's rough...

Tsukaji [thoughts]: Now is just a matter of whether this incident will affect the rest of the performance or not----...

Page 11

*No text*

Page 12

Chika: !

Chika [thoughts]: This is the part Hozuki's Mom told us about before---...

Chiharu [memory]: "It sounded like a small stream glittering with light"

Sentarou [thoughts]: It's ok Akari, Haru.

Sentarou [thoughts]: Let's go together until the end!!

Page 13

*No text*

Page 14

*No text*

Page 15

San-baka [thoughts]: It's here----!!! Eidai's Specialty

Natsu [thoughts]: Incredible speed and sharpness

Atsumu [thoughts]: Amazing... He is a first-year like me, but even after such an accident

Atsumu: Amazing... Amazing.

Page 16

Sentarou [thoughts]: Next, the part that Akari has a hard time playing---...

Page 17

Sentarou [memory]: I... will definitely carry the Koto Club back to Nationals!

Page 18

Sentarou [memory]: So make sure to watch us, Grandma.

Page 19

*Not text*

Page 20

Sfx: Waaaaaaah

Sentarou: Fuaaaaah

Page 21

Granny: What a marvelous performance

Sentarou's Grandma: Yes... Yes!!

Page 22

Hiro: Wow... I feel like crying

Sane: UOOOOH Eidai---!!!!

Mittsu and Kota: Waaaaaah

Natsu [thoughts]: Such high level...

Atsumu: -----...

Akari's friend 1: Sniff Sniff, Akari you are amazing

Akari's friend 2: You worked so hard

Page 23

Akari's friend 1: E- Excuse me, Onii-san. There was a very loud sound in the middle of---...

Keishi: Aaah... At the time of moving the bridge, it fell.

Akari's friend 1: Is it something that happens often?

Keishi: No, I wouldn't say it is...

Akari's friend: If the bridge falls, does it mean that... They are disqualified or something?

Keishi: No, it doesn't but...

Keishi: It's unfortunate that something like that happened

Akari's friend 1: ...I see...

Keishi: ----But

Keishi: What did you think about the performance you just heard?

Page 24

Akari's friend 1: -----... It was...

Akari's friend 1: Super good!!!

Akari's friend 2: I'm super moved!!

Akari's friend 3: It was so cool!!

Akari's friend 4: I've got goosebumps!!

Keishi: That's all that matters

Page 25

Keishi: This is a competition so they need to keep a track of points and a ranking.

Keishi: ---But when it comes to music

Keishi: The things that it made you feel

Keishi: That it moved you

Keishi: That is all that matters

Keishi: Those 3 guys' performance, it was the best, wasn't it?!!!

Page 26

Akari's friend 3: Ugh...

Akari's friend 3: I'm going to join the Koto Club too!!!

Akari's friends: Eh?

Akari's friend 1: Why so suddenly...

Akari's friend 3: I mean the Koto Club is on the verge of abolishment! Even when it's this awesome. And when the Senpais graduate Akari will be all on his own.

Akari's friend 1: I got it, calm down

Akari's friend 4: I will join too

Akari's friend 1: You too??

Keishi: Haha

Suzuka: ...What a good brother

Akari: Fufu I am very proud of my brother

Page 27

Keishi: Eh!!!!? Whatcha say!!?

Akira: Nothing!

Komaki: ...Well--

Komaki: Eidai help up really well---! I was so touched---

Tsukaji: Yeah, me too

Komaki: But the accident will be a disadvantage, right? Will they give them negative points or something like that?

Tsukaji: No, there isn't anything like that in the rules...

Tsukaji: But, well... There is a school like Meiryou, that played a perfect performance without any mistakes---

Page 28

Tsukaji: So 1st place is no longer ---...

Akari: Hick

Akari: Uuuh

Sentarou: Don't cry, Akari

Akari: I'm sorr...

Page 29

Akari: I'm sorry, I...

Akari: 'You can do it'

Akari: 'It will be ok'

Akari: Even when you encouraged me like that

Akari: Even when these were the Nationals you worked so hard to reach...

Page 30

Akari [thoughts]: I ruined everything

Akari [thoughts]: Everything

Akari: I'm ...sor

Akari [thoughts]: If I were not here.

Akari [thoughts]: If only the senpais came.

Akari: Hick

Akari: I'm so-

Sentarou: You are really an idiot, Akari

Page 31

Sentarou: I didn't want to tell you but

Sentarou: "Sound of the Rapids" is not a song that a beginner should be able to play in just 3 months, to begin with

Haru: Yeah, it's a really hard song

Haru: And Akari, just in 3 months

Haru: It was your first stage appearance, playing at Nationals no less

Haru: You even kept the tempo with us the whole time. It's incredible.

Page 32

Sentarou: Just how much practice you did, and you put more effort than anyone

Sentarou: Sometimes you fail, and those efforts don't always pay off.

Sentarou: ---Despite that

Sentarou: After the bridge fell, you were able to hold up and play to the very end.

Sentarou: Because you worked so hard up to this point

Page 33

Sentarou: Be proud!!

Page 34

Haru & Sentarou: Our performance today, was the best we've ever done!!!

Page 35

Side text: Effort is not always rewarded. But how you got there will never disappear.

---Kono Oto Tomare! will be on a break next month---

#kono oto tomare! #kono oto tomare #kot #sounds of life #stop this sound! #kot! #rough tl #translation #kono oto tomare spoilers #kono oto tomare 123 #kono oto tomare! 123

[imagineanime2022]

He Comes To Your Rescue *Kageyama*

Tobio Kageyama X Reader

Requested By: @ani-girl​

Request: Can you do a part with kageyama?

Part 1- Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kotaro Bokuto

Part 2 - Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Suna Rintaro, Kei Tsukishima

Part 3 - Kuroo Tetsurou, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Tendou Satori

Part 4 - Yuji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa

Tobio Kageyama

🥛 Kageyama was oblivious to everything until he started dating you, now he’s oblivious to everything that isn’t you or Hinata. 🥛 You were more of a social butterfly than Tobio so you often did the talking for him so most people knew that you were both together. 🥛 Most people didn’t understand how much he really loved you because he wasn’t one for PDA or proclamations of love, so people often tried to get you to go on a date with them. 🥛 Kageyama did get jealous but he never usually showed it outwardly until you were both alone, unless he thought that someone was being unbelievably pushy and didn’t take no for an answer.

It was a school reunion and while Kageyama wasn’t really interested in going, there were people that you had lost contact with and you wanted to see how they were doing and another part of you was just being nosey.

The night started off well, you talked to people as Kageyama hung behind you only answer questions asked directly to him, everyone kinda knew that him and Hinata would end up being professionals in volleyball so people who talked to him were people who wanted to say they had a famous friend, that is until Hinata showed up, he literally appeared out of nowhere attempting to wrap Kageyama in a hug, you laughed as you watched your boyfriend hold his friend at arm's length. “You two never change.” You shook your head. “(Y/N)! It’s nice to see you!” Hinata cheered as he walked over to you pulling you into a hug. “Did you get taller?” You asked. “Maybe.” Shoyo shrugged. “No, he's still a short ass.” Kageyama said as he walked over, they both started arguing about his comment as Hinata shouted about his most current height. “Are you still with him?” A voice asked from behind you, you turned to see a man that you recognised as Haru. “Haru right?” You asked and he nodded a smirk on his face “to answer your question I am still dating him.” “Not engaged or anything?” He asked. “Not yet.” You answered. “Means I still have a chance.” He said and you stepped away from him with a laugh. “Well it was nice talking to you.” You said giving him the most polite smile you could muster as you attempted to walk away, he reached out grabbing your arm and stopping you from leaving. “Hang on, you haven’t given me a chance.” Haru said. “Yeah and she doesn’t need to, let go of my girlfriend.” Kageyama ordered, when you looked up at him you remembered why people feared facing him in matches, you could see anger in his eyes as he pulled you back towards him and wrapped an arm around you. “Get out of here.” “I’d listen to him.” Hinata encouraged, the guy looked at all of you before turning and walking away. “Are you ready to go now?” Kageyama asked. “Mmm.” You hummed, you said bye to Hinata before heading out to your car, Kageyama opened the door for you and made sure that you were comfy before getting in on the other side. “Are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting that.” You answered. “I told you there were people who wanted you back then.” He mumbled as he started the car. “Yeah but you're the one that got me.” You answered sensing jealousy. “Yeah and I’m going to keep you for as long as you’ll have me, I protect you from anything, so promise me if anything like that happens again you’ll call for me, no matter where we are.” He pleaded and you nodded. “I promise.” You nodded, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek “thank you.” You smiled at his cheeks going a soft pink as he started the car grumbling about the type of boyfriend he would be if he let that happen.

Request Here!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oneshot #Tobio Kageyama #Tobio Kageyama imagine #tobio kageyama oneshot #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #scenario

[honeystwiggypeach]

Can you write about single mom to a newborn baby (or babies). The Haikyuu boys fall in love with you and you try to keep the baby a secret because you're scared they won't accept them but they end up stepping in as dad. Bokuto, Kita, Matsukawa, Osamu and Atsumu? ❤️❤️

I definitely can!!! Thank you so much for requesting this is an adorable idea I love it😭if anyone wants to see anything else just let me know!!

Tw~anxiety, sick baby(he has a cold!)Atsumu’s reader isn’t in like the normal stands I’d say she’s somewheres were she can still see them but it’s a lot quieter!! Mentions of being drunk, light cursing, Let me know if I missed anything!

Bokuto

It scared you about not knowing how he’d react to your precious little boy that you’d have to leave at the babysitters every time he’d ask you on a date. You never wanted to expose your him to anyone you thought could reject him, and unfortunately that included Bokuto all you wanted to do was wrap your son up and protect him from the world.

Today, Haru had gotten a little cold and you didn’t know what to do with yourself, of course you’d been sick before but what should you do when it’s your son? You couldn’t bring yourself to set him down worrying when he’d let out a little cough before whining tiredly and scrunching his body up.

So you called Bokuto, he’d told you his sisters had babies, maybe he knew how to care for a sick baby!

“Y/n?” He asks after a few moments of silence on the phone, “are you alright?”

Poor little Haru let’s put a particularly rough cough, “can you buy baby cough syrup please” you whisper hoping he wouldn’t be upset at the request.

Before you know it Bokuto is at the door with the cough syrup.

He’s gently sitting next to you and Haru as he shows you how to give him the medicine without the little boy squirming away from you because of the gross taste.

“Thank you” you whisper tearfully.

And from that moment Bokuto’s made a promise to himself to never make the two of you do anything alone again.

Kita

He isn’t sure why you’re so adamant on never letting him in your house. Like in the three months you’ve been dating you insist that he must never enter your house.

However, it was late today, you’d fallen asleep in his truck too tired to walk to the front door by yourself.

So of course he helped you out the truck are slung over his shoulder as he walked you up your front steps unlocking the door with your keys.

Your sister who was sat on the couch gasped letting out a finally you’re home before leaving the two of you.

Remnants of baby items littered around your house clued Kita into not only why you didn’t want him in your house but as to why your sister was here.

He lets out a little sigh, did he really not make it clear enough that he wanted to be with you, that he was more than happy to love you unconditionally?

Eventually he’s able to lay you down in your bed ticking you in before kissing his forehead.

You grab his arm tiredly as he turns to leave.

“Kita” you mumble tiredly tightening your hold on him, “my baby” you slur, “wanna hold her?” You ask and Kitas almost certain your sleep talking.

After another three months he’s found out that that’s almost an every night thing that you do as he now almost lives at your house he gently walks out the room. Opening the door to the nursery where Aiko is bouncing while holding the rail of her crib giggling when she sees Kita.

“Hi angel” he whispers tiredly as she giggles.

Matsukawa

You’d met him through work, you’d transferred right after you had your daughter and Issei gets why you kept her a secret, your jobs where dark at times and he finds that having your own little escape from the job is the only thing that’ll keep you sane.

And four months into dating Issei, you’re drunkenly telling him you have a big secret.

“Oh yea whats your secret Angel?” He entertains.

“Got a baby at home” you giggle before stumbling a bit and his eyes widen.

“A what?”he asks a little shocked, it’s not like you’ll remember this, he’s the only sober one right now, a silly little company party turned confessional.

The next morning you wake up to a we need to talk text, and you’re nearly pissing yourself as you scramble to get ready not even thinking as you put Yui in her car seat before buckling her into your car.

Only once you’re at the cafe Yui sucking on her pacifier do you realize that Issei has no idea you have a baby.

But when Issei sits down infront of you smiling softly every worry about him not accepting Yui melt away.

Osamu

Honestly he probably knew. You weren’t the best at hiding things, the baby spit up on your shirt when you’d come in for lunch, the smell of baby lotion that lingered on you, how you’d always stare longingly at everyone’s babies when they’d come in?

Yea, Osamu knew it was just a matter of when you’d decide you were ready to tell him who the little one was.

And when you finally did, he was enamored, the most precious little girl, she sleeps in her car seat sat at your booth while you nervously wait for Osamu to come and sit with you like he did every day.

And when he did you shyly smiled before introducing him to your baby, offering for him to hold her which he gladly did.

And three years later he’s certain he made the right decision waiting for you to tell him when you were ready as he watched his precious little girl throw flower petals around before running to Osamu while you follow after in a gorgeous white dress.

Atsumu

He’s blindsided by this. He had no fucking clue. You could have showed him pictures from your pregnancy and he would have dazedly called you pretty and not thought a thing about him, you made his head feel all fuzzy while he kicked his feet like a school girl.

So obviously when you showed up to his game holding a bundle of pink blankets in addition to the excitement from winning his game he had that little floaty feeling from seeing you, he pays no mind to the blankets quickly bouncing up to you asking if you had seen the game.

You giggle lightly nodding beside him and he feels like he could melt, he’ll never understand the way you make him feel.

You glance down at your precious daughter as she coos before wiggling causing Atsumu’s attention to be drawn down to her as he stands beside you looking at her.

“She looks just like you” he whispers, never once questioning why you hadn’t told him about her before, or what you expected his role to be in her life jusg knowing that however you needed him to be he’s decided he’ll do it with a smile on his face.

#reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #dad!bokuto #dad!kita #dad!matsukawa #dad!osamu #dad!atsumu

[clubatsumu]

saw ur requests were open and wanted to maybe request smth w tsukishima or atsumu, like established relationship and (i'm searching but can't find the right word for it) boring? but like in a familiar and comforting way if you get what i mean? 😭 like yk that feeling u get sometimes where u feel like ur life is stuck at like this one point and u feel a weird need to have it be Exciting and Fun and Fast Paced! i forget often that you don't need to be constantly progressing to be satisfied

im so sorry this request got kind of rambly pls interpret this however u would like :)

(+i'm glad you're back on tumblr <3)

atsumu turns 29 and suddenly he’s domesticated. like an animal — he’d insist on tiger, but all his bravado really amounts to is the waddle of a fattened beagle.

you take home Fattened Beagle (literal) in question one day and Fattened Beagle (man) slams the door in your face with a look of disgust and an emphatic, solid, “no.”

you rap your fist on the door. your door. your door that is used in your house with your name on the lease. “but i already named him!”

“i’m not takin’ care of a dog!” atsumu replies from behind the wood and screen. “nothin’ good comes outta takin’ care of a dog.”

“oh, but i take care of you!”

that earns you a look at his face because he comes out to open his mouth. and before he can say anything, you bust out laughing. that sours his expression even more. you adjust Fattened Beagle in your hands, cradling it like a baby, presenting it like a prize — which it is. you smile, and then blink slowly, knowing he is weak and you are winning. “he was yaga-san’s. his name is haru.”

atsumu scoffs. “what a stupid name.”

you cover the beagle’s ears, which are large, you think with wonder. they’re large and flappy and floppy — like wings without any aeronautical structure. “don’t listen to the grumpy man, haru-chan.”

“you never call me atsumu-chan.”

oh, what a kid.

you kick the back of his knee. “because you’re not sweet.”

it proves difficult. you have to bend your ankle at a degree that pushes your foot back up your leg, then you have to go on your tiptoes because more than he’s tall, there’s also a two-step difference between the inside of the house and outside of it. atsumu yelps and trips a bit, genuinely -- not as an act -- and it’s all worth it. 

“stop comparing me to the dog,” he grumbles.

“stop living in my house for free.”

“we’re married.”

you’re sure you’ll be greeted by a sock on the floor when you enter the house. a sock with a lost pair. everytime you ask him where the other one is, he shrugs like he isn’t the one responsible for where his feet go, why they aren’t going to places together. you let out a large sigh. “everyday i am reminded.”

atsumu is more disoriented than usual. he points at the dog. “how old is…”

you adjust him in your arms. “he’s two.”

he takes haru-chan from you, sensing your strained shoulders. he finally, finally let’s you in the house. and there is the sock. you bend to pick it up and toss it in the laundry room. “what did i tell you about --”

“i’ve always wanted a dog.” he cuts loudly, knowing where you’re about to go.

as planned, you lose your original train of thought. you nod, starting to smile again, forgetting all about the sock and starting to get excited because he’ll say yes to the dog. you haven’t even told yaga-san you’d take him for good, just out for a walk, knowing there’s a chance atsumu might say no. but if he says yes, you won’t complain. “i heard something along those lines as well.”

“you could have asked me before so we could’a picked one together.”

“i did.” you blink slowly, making your eyes large and innocent. “last night.”

“i was drunk," he deadpans.

“and you told me to get anythin’ i wanted, because you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. light and joy and happiness. darlin’! i would give you the sun if you asked for it!” you cough something raspy out of your throat. atsumu is unamused. you shake your head, leaning closer. “what did rin feed you last night?”

“no clue. something dark and fruity and disgusting. like we were still college students and shit.”

you scrunch your nose. “ew. how’d you get home?”

“cab. it was midnight and i didn’t want to wake you.”

“but you did.” it was hard not to wake up when the front door all but slammed on its frame. atsumu is a large man by anyone’s standards, and a large man stumbling up the steps isn’t exactly inspiring confidence when it’s dark out and past midnight. 

so you grabbed your bat, and there he was in all his blond glory, smiling like a stupid idiot, ears red from the cold, in the hallway outside your room, murmuring declarations of love. 

“i didn’t want you to drive out.” he tells you now. now that you can take a better look at him, he does look like he had a rough night. his sweatpants are hanging low on his hips, his shirt crumpled. his eyes are red and he looks pale. “anyway, this is what i get for going to suna’s birthday party. a stinky-ass dog. jesus.” he sniffs its belly, and haru-chan stays still. “ya ever heard of body spray? probably not. come on. out. let’s try to make you smell less like shit.”

.

“we’re takin’ the dog back to the pound.” he says later that night. he didn’t talk to you the whole day, even after you made him hangover soup, but you guessed that was just an aftereffect of everything related to Suna Rintaro’s Big Birthday Bash. but maybe not. you blink, looking at him from the bathroom mirror as he leans on the door behind you. “huh?” you effectively stop brushing your teeth. this is… a surprise.

“yeah. final.” he says in that clipped tone he seems to get on when he's pissed off or inside his head.

“oh.” your brows furrow. was he menstruating? because last you saw him, we was gushing over the dog -- practically drooling more than it was. how did it turn around this quickly? “um. okay.”

he leaves.

atsumu comes back a second later, stomping. “don’t think of wallowing.”

the fuck was he on?

he can be a little bitch all he wants, but really? really, you can do it better.

“i’m not,” you deny, starting to get pissed at the attitude, putting the cap back on your toothbrush with more force than necessary. “who said i was?” you move past him and out of the bathroom, and out of the bedroom in easy steps. 

he follows you down the stairs. “where are ya goin’?”

“away from you.” you let the door slam as you go the the makeshift playpen he set up for the haru-chan in the garage.

“quit wallowing.”

“i’m not. i’m taking the dog back to the pound. like you said. final.” you stomp like he did. there is, admittedly, a fair amount of stomping in your house. annoyance starts from your gut and spreads to your spine, and now it is thrumming through your veins like a steady dose of adrenaline.

“quit bein' that way.”

“you quit being that way.” you swivel on your heels. “you’ve been mean to me all day. what’s wrong with you?”

“i didn’t want the dog.”

he could have started with that this morning. but he was grudgingly happy, you saw, so maybe this is about another thing entirely. “you’ve been with the dog all day!”

“well...”

“i got the dog for you ‘cause i knew you had one when you were a kid. osamu told me you loved dogs -- so i wondered -- sorry if i thought wrong--”

“you weren’t wrong.”

“we weren’t even supposed to keep him overnight. i had to text yaga-san to let me keep him for a bit longer because i’d told him i’d just take him out for a walk. but then you went off and bathed him and played with him all day, so of course i decided to just tell you tomorrow that the dog isn’t actually ours yet because you’re having a shit enough day as it is.”

you swear, the look on atsumu's face cannot be drawn or captured. it was pure distress and devasatation, curling the ends of his lips and drooping his ears. “so haru-chan isn’t really ours?”

you almost scratch your head in frustration. “i thought you wanted him back in the pound?”

“you brought home a dog that isn’t ours?” he repeats.

“i thought you’d turn him away if you really didn’t want him. but he was supposed to be a present if you did. so do you?”

“do i what?”

“want the dog.”

“no.” he answers.

you open your palms, gesturing at the dog he's cradling to his chest as it starts to bark at the commotion. “then give me the dog so i can give him back.”

“no.” he replies.

you gape. “what is going on with you?”

.

late -- later, he comes inside the room with silent steps, and you shuffle closer to your end of the bed. atsumu's footsteps aren’t the only ones there. he brought the beagle to your bedroom. the bed dips with a familiar weight along with something small and skittish, laying beside your back, between you and atsumu. 

“i can’t hold my drinks anymore.” he says into the room, knowing you’re probably awake. probably. most likely.

okay, but what does it have to do with the dog?

“you never have.” you grumble.

“yeah, but... it’s -- rin’s still the same as he used to be. no care in the world. a fuckin’ airhead if there was one." he continues, “the younger players in the mix were all there... i’m getting closer to retirement.”

there it is. the real reason rears its head, sprouting from a mouth you wanted to punch so much earlier. all the fight and the annoyance flushes out of your body at hearing the word retirement, because no one said that word around atsumu the same way no one said the word fuck around a baby.

still -- you knew what you were dealing with when you married atsumu, all moods and barbs and blundering words. you love him for his sincerity, for his candor, for everything really. and putting up with you isn't an easy task either, you know all too well, but atsumu does it with genuine pleasure.

even if you saw him take his fears out on the dog, it's scary to realize you still love him the same. you love him differently than when you first met, and you know you'll love him differently ten years from now, but the only thing that's sure is that there will never come a day when you don't love atsumu.

and so, in the spirit of love, you forgive him even if his apology doesn't come in the form of a sorry.

“aren’t there forty year olds in your team?” you try.

“they’re all almost seven feet, so they can play until they’re eighty, probably. me? i can’t do that, babe. i need to be the fastest one on that court and i’ll be a whole lot slower soon. i can feel it. my legs'll be slower than my brain, my sets'll all turn to shit --”

“hey.”

“‘s true.”

“when do you plan on retiring? and you have a plan for it when it comes, i know.”

“never, i hoped. i was twenty-three when i last thought about it. six years flew by like nothin'. and i do have a plan, believe me, i just didn’t think i’d ever reach a point where i’d need it.”

the admittance settles between the two of you like an uncomfortable weight.

“and?” you prompt, knowing there's still something he hasn't said.

“i like it here.” he tells you. he looks at you as he does it, head turning on the pillow. you aren't quite sure what he means, so your brows furrow as you reply, “i’d hope so.”

“no, i mean — i’m satisfied here. with ya." he swallows. "if someone wanted me to pick between this and stayin’ twenty-three and invinsible forever, i’d pick this over and over again without blinkin’. and it’s scary, because my job -- it revolves around bein’ young enough and fast enough and -- this...”

it cleaves your chest, what he says. it makes it squeeze in a way only atsumu has the power to do.

“i know.” you nod. “i know.”

“the dog was the icing on the cake. i thought it last night, but this morning? when you were holdin' it? i swear i felt... like something's changed. something's been changing. and ya know how i am with that. i like this dog too much.” haru-chan sleeps between you. "and i always thought people who had dogs are... settled, ya know. secure. 's why i never got any in the past. who'd feed it at away games? what if it forgets my face?"

you let out a half-hearted smile. “i knew you liked it.”

“you mad?” he asks.

“no. you still have a few years left in you.”

“yeah. but -- if i’m not playing on that court, what am i really?”

the end of the sentence comes out so meek, so low, it hurts you so much, drives a dagger into your chest and twists so slowly that tears spring at the corner of your eyes. and to think you were pissed as hell at him earlier, stomping on floors and banging doors. but then again, that seems to be a language the two of you have no problem sharing, and the end always leads to resolution.

you move closer to him, squishing the dog closer in the caged parenthesis of him and you, and atsumu's arm reaches out as a fingertip skims where your hair meets your temple. this is nice. quiet is nice. and sometimes, you've learned, nothing matters outside the parenthesis.

you met atsumu when you were young. he was a loudmouthed prick with a bad dye-job and you were the only person who was as much of an asshole as he was. and the years spanning in between, somehow, someway, after working and re-working and growing up and growing some more, the two of you ended up in this two storey house in a town twenty minutes away from the city, with a nice breeze and south facing windows in the kitchen, and a backyard that's big enough for a dog, and maybe, just maybe, a couple of kids.

a house of boring people. people who, six years ago, would have made you look at each other with an identical curl in the bridge of your noses.

you and atsumu thrived by jabbing at each other best you can, verbal pinches and pricks, but sometimes, you remember atsumu is a man with a heart of gold, something so soft that you want to protect it with everything you are.

you get those people now. you know he does too. and something in that acceptance was the change that was so slow and gradual he was talking about, that when you try to pinpoint where everything shifted, you'd have to pick at the whole timeline.

“what are you without volleyball?" you say softly. everything will change again too, once he retires, but that's for later. "well. a pain in my ass is one. if you're worrying about what to do, you can always fix the shed. wash the dog. and i like that you don’t have to be so far away half the year anymore. i miss you when you're not around, you know. and you can admit you like taking things slow, and then you can quit the full throttle mode you’ve been operating at your whole life, because i can see that it’s tiring you out now. you can take things slow, and i'll still be here, however you need me, and you'll figure it out like you always do with everything.”

you swallow a lump in your throat, palm brushing haru-chan's fur as atsumu's palm brushes your hair.

“you can be just atsumu. not musubi’s sexy setter — god, i hate that nickname. i hate it so much, tsumu.” you laugh.

"'course you would," he replies, and you can hear a bit of ease in his voice that wasn't there earlier.

you swallow, looking him in the eyes. you see yourself there, in the same place, ten, twenty, fifty years from now, and you find that it doesn't bother you at all, the banality of it, the predicatbility of how it'll go. the thought of you loving him as long as you can fills you with so much comfort.

“my atsumu. you’ve always been my atsumu. it won’t be anything different at all.”

#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader

[tobitofunction]

Oh Baby Part 20

Part21

You woke up to the sound of giggling, “Shh Haruto, Mommy and the others are still asleep” Daichi whispered in a baby voice. You slowly opened your eyes and saw Daichi rubbing his nose against Haruto’s,” Morning” you whispered,” We didn’t wake you?” Daichi asked with a frown,” It was a nice way to wake up” you smiled reaching for Haruto’s small hand,” Morning Haru, how is my little heart doing” you said carefully as both Yachi and Kiyoko were still asleep. Haruto smiled back in response showing off his gums,” Couldn’t sleep?” you asked Daichi who was playing with the small tuft of Haruto’s hair,” Well I slept well until an hour ago, woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep” he stated making you frown,” It’s still early Dai, come here, maybe some cuddling will help you sleep a little longer” you said holding out your arms for Daichi to lay between, the Karasuno Captain didn’t think twice and cuddled into your embrace with your son between the two of you.

“Did the extra two hours help you?” you asked Daichi as he was stretching,” Yes, most definitely” he said with a smile,” Thanks baby?” he said pecking your lips,” I will up the water bottles, want anything from the vending machine?” Daichi shook his head and continued stretching. You walked past Takeda who was currently holding Haruto and Ukai who was trying to convince the Japanese Literature teacher to hand him the baby.

“Hey there,” a male voice said from behind you, you turned around and were met with a volleyball player with orange-dyed hair,” Umm hey?” you said unsure,” Am I in your way?” you asked pointing at the sink,” No, I can wait,” he said shrugging you off making you nod,” You're from Karasuno?” he asked after a while, you screwed the lid on the bottle before turning to face the stranger, he had a maroon coloured jacket on with black shorts, which wasn’t telling on what team he played for,” Yeah” you said lifting a brow,” Kageyama is your setter right?” you nodded this time,” Interesting, he’s good but he doesn’t risk anything, such a goody-two-shoes” he smirked stuffing his hands in his pocket,”Oh, I forgot I'm Atsumu Miya, I’m the setter from Inarizaki,” he said removing his hands from his pocket and held it out for you,” Y/N, I'm basically the nurse of the team” you smiled,” With that face and smile you can heal about anything, we don’t have one at the moment so we are stuck with our Captain healing our wounds” he smirked,”I say with your track records you might need to invest in one, you are quite daring at times” you said filling up another bottle,”Ahh so your side did some research on us, that’s smart” he said scratching the back of his neck,” But it be to know use, we are the favour to win this competition and we have on of the top 5 aces in our team and they have me” you rolled your eyes,”Confident aren't you” he chuckled in response,”It’s the truth, I have been part of the All-Japan Youth Intensive Training Camp since I was in my last year of Middle school” he said making you swallow,”And people called me Japan's best high school setter, as well as its best server” he shrugged his shoulders,” Well, we might not have any titles yet but we have a good team and they will wipe the floor with your titles” you mused grabbing the last bottle and walked away,”Come on, don’t be like that. I was a miracle that your team beat Ushijima and nothing more, this is the end of the road for you guys” he said grabbing your arm,”Let go of my girlfriend” Daichi said appearing out of nowhere,”This is your boyfriend? Mmmh, so your the milf everyone around here talks about” he said letting go of your arm,”Sorry man, didn’t want to lean on your territory. Just wanted to make things clear to her, that we will win, as I hate loosing” he said before stalking off,”Great another Oikawa” Daichi hissed,”You did Oikawa before so you can easily beat him” you said with a smile,”Mmmh, for you anything my beautiful milf” he smiled, you rolled your eyes at the comment,” At least I'm not the pregnant cheerleader anymore” you sighed,”Milf suits you better” he said patting your hip,”Let me take these of you” he said grabbing the crate of water bottles before you could curse him out.

“Well, well, who do we have here,” a female voice said behind you,” Coach?”,” The one and only, we thought you guys could need some extra encouragement,” she said snapping her fingers making the Karasuno crow’s appear behind her,” You guys want to support us?” you asked with big eyes,”Of course not preggars anymore. We don’t have anything better to do as someone fell of the pyramid” she said shooting a look at the current captain of the team, who pouted and folded her arms in front her chest,” I also went to your house and brought something which will fit you better than that ugly outfit” she said handing you a small bag,”It’s my cheer outfit”,”Good observation, if the Captain of the Titanic only had the same eyesight” she said,”Anyway as off today you are back on the team and back as Captain” she said making your mouth drop,”What? I only lost one comp, give me another chance”,” Sorry sandbags, your now at the bottom of the pyramid” you send her a mocking wink making her shoot you the dirtiest look possible,”I get changed than”.

“Oh wow,” Daichi said seeing you in the uniform,” Coach is here to support us and she decided to make me Captain already. I thought I would have to wait until next year,” you said looking down at the uniform you missed so much,” Now we have hot cheerleading milf on the team,” he said making you slap his chest playfully.” Hi Haruto,” you said with a smile as Yachi approached you with Haruto in her arms,” What’s wrong?” you said to him as you saw tears build in his brown eyes,” I think he needs to be changed,” Yachi said with an awkward smile, you took a quick sniff which made you grimace,” Oh yeah, he needs to be changed. Here Daichi,” you said holding the baby in front of his face,” Why me?” he said,” I carried for 9 months and feed him, so you can do the small thing of changing him” you with a pout,” Fine, I can’t wait until he can go the toilet himself” he said taking Haruto into his arms when he slowly began to cry,” Don’t cry buddy, you be fresh in a couple of seconds again” he said speed walking towards the bathroom. You smiled after them when you heard a whistle, you looked up and saw the crows in the stands,” You better win this otherwise it be very embarrassing for all of us” the coach said making you roll your eyes,” Still as annoying as ever” Ukai said looking up at the coach who was began to bossing around random bystanders and her cheerleaders,” But I see your back on the team, congrats. You deserve it” he said patting your shoulder.  

Atsumu wasn’t wrong when he said he was Japan's best high school setter, as well as its best server, the way his body moved to set for his teammates was extraordinary. You looked up at the stances and saw Haruto in Yachi’s arms staring with big eyes at the scene below him.” Relax, he isn’t throwing knives at ya” Ukai shouted at the boys,” Right” Daichi nodded. 

After what felt like an eternity the game finished with Karasuno winning, Daichi ran towards you and picked you and twirled you around,” You did Dai, I knew you guys could do it” you said happily to the boys, Noya wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you happily.” Ahh another win, now you guys know we felt” the cheer coach said making Ukai roll his eyes and take a deep breath before turning around,” Didn’t you lose the last comp?” Ukai teased making her hiss,” Well now that our y/n popped that already bald creature out of her, we can win the next year once” she said before sticking her tongue out,” Have fun beating team furry” she said before turning on her heel,” She dissed my hairline again, didn't she?” Daichi asked licking his lips,” Your hairline is fine, and even if your hairline declines, my sperm donor still has a good hairline, which gives a good chance of Haruto having one as well, the only positive thing I can say about him now” you said with a twitch of your brow,” I want to be offended at the remark but I feel like you need a hug more” Daichi said as he noticed the slight hurt on your face after you mentioned your father. Daichi wrapped his muscular arms around you and kissed the crown of your head, suddenly you felt additional pair of arms around your waist,” We will make you forget about your trashcan of a father y/n, don’t you worry” Tanaka said, Noya hummed both of the boys had big smiles on their faces while they hugged you.

“Hello there squirt,” Kuroo said patting Haruto’s head gently,” I’m about to beat your daddy’s butt” he smirked making you roll your eyes at him,” Don’t listen to him Haruto, Daddy is going to win,” he said pressing his lips against Haruto’s head, Haruto smiled at the feeling, making him cuddle into your chest more,” He seems to like to hear that” you cooed rubbing his back,” I wasn’t lying when I said I will beat your butt out there,” Kuroo said placing his hands on his hips,”Mmh, well I wasn’t lying either,” Daichi said cocking his head to the side,”HARUTOOOOO” Bokuto voice sang/yelled from the far, the owlish ace came to a halt before you, his golden eyes widen at Haruto who was gently sucking at his fist,” Can I hold him?” he said surprisingly soft,” Mind his head,” you said gently moving Haruto towards Bokuto, Akashi was close behind,” Don’t drop him,” he said,” I WONT- I won’t drop him,” he said quickly changing his tone of voice, Haruto sighed and slowly opened his eyes, he looked around with an questioning look, his gaze stopped at you, his small hand reached out to you, with noises leaving his mouth,” Haruto, this Bokuto, the last time you meet him you were asleep” Daichi said rubbing his head making Haruto turn to him, he also tried to reach out to him but Bokuto doesn’t seem to want to let go of him.” Hey Bokuto” Hinata said jumping to his side,” Haruto your awake” Hinata smiled at Haruto who giggled and grabbed his bright orange hair,” Ouch, why is he so strong?” Hinata hissed as Tsuki and Yamaguchi laughed at the sight, meanwhile, Kageyama tried to pry the babies hand of friends hair,”Haruto, let go” you said poking his side making the boy let go in an instant,”Sorry Hinata” you grimaced while ruffling his hair,”It’s fine, I forgot how strong babies can be” he said rubbing his head.

#daichi sawamura #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #daichi x fem reader #daichi x pregnant!reader #daichi x you #daichi x y/n

[dollysilena]

TRAINING WHEELS

CHAPTER FOUR | THE START OF SOMETHING NEW

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five years ago, you stupidly had a fling with inarizaki athlete, miya atsumu- now, present day- he had a son he knew nothing about. you made sure it was going to stay that way, but as fate would have it, he unexpectedly stumbled back into your lives, now as volleyball's biggest star.

wc & notes: 9.5k words (i am FRIED) — they said it couldn’t be done, but consider the “doesn’t update anymore” allegations BEAT. longer writers note on ao3 LMAO. pls enjoy and ignore any errors i am dying guys

“I can’t believe you never told me!”

You tossed a bag of apples into the grocery cart.

“You knew I had a crush on Miya Atsumu ever since I saw him shirtless on last year’s Vogue Japan cover! How could you not say anything?!”

You pretended to inspect a carrot thoroughly. Naomi wasn’t convinced. She knew you didn’t even like carrots.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

You started pushing the cart faster.

“Well, if you’re not going to answer, can you at least tell me if he was good in bed?”

The grocery cart came to a screeching halt as your eyes widened like saucers. The piercing sound made both of you wince as the supermarket stocker dropped a handful of vegetables from shock. You hurriedly scurried away to another section of the grocery store while Naomi trailed after you.

“I take that as a yes?” Naomi chuckled nervously. You stared daggers at her before your friend took the silent hint to shut up.

“Naomi,” you sighed, continuing through the snacks aisle. “It’s not exactly easy telling people the father of your son is Japan’s biggest athlete. Don’t take it the wrong way, I never meant for anyone to find out,” 

“But you can see how that played out,” you continued trying to avoid making a grimace, but your face couldn’t help it.

Naomi nodded quietly. “I’m sorry for prying.”

“It’s alright,” you rolled your eyes. “And yes, he was good. Though, it was in a bathroom.”

Naomi let out a shriek that sounded vaguely like your name as you continued through the grocery store. 

It’s odd, you thought, your world was flipped upside down and nobody would be none the wiser. The past twenty four hours was whiplashing. Not only had your past fling turned volleyball superstar, not to mention the father of your child, reappeared in your life, he was here to stay. You had always assumed if your dirty little secret were to get out, the floodgates would wash your carefully constructed life away and that nothing would be the same. And in a way, it was, but there you were, grocery shopping with Naomi on a quiet Tuesday morning like nothing had happened.

You could still hardly believe it, honestly. The moment you realized you were going to be a mother five years ago, you imagined that the rest of your life after you looked at that positive pregnancy test would be without him. You assumed that he would prioritize his budding career, his passion for volleyball, above you. You were just some girl he had a fling with after all. Why would he throw away the promising life he had for you? But, for reasons you couldn’t fathom, he ended up choosing to stay. And willingly. He could’ve walked out the moment he stepped foot into Onigiri Miya, but he didn’t.

It made you wonder, would he have made the same decision five years ago? To stay? Would things have been different now if you had him by your side then? 

Did you make a mistake not telling him all those years ago?

Naomi’s voice broke your thoughts. “How’s your baby daddy doing with the whole ‘new parent’ thing anyway?”

You instinctively cringed. “Please never call him that again.”

“Well, what else would I call him?”

You rolled your eyes as you tossed a bag of Haru’s favorite chips into the cart.

“Well, all things considered, he’s doing okay. I think.” 

You weren’t really sure, typically, one doesn’t have a secret family pop up from nowhere.

“And how are you doing with your baby daddy?” Naomi continued.

You ignored the nickname, much to your dismay, you guessed it wasn’t going anywhere soon. You thought back to the question for several moments, but there just wasn’t anything that could begin to describe what on earth was going on in your mind.

“I don’t know,” you stated simply. “It’s weird knowing he’s going to be around, I guess.”

“Weird?” Naomi repeated, tilting her head. “I thought it was a good thing?”

“It definitely is,” you replied, before sighing. “I just… don’t know how to be around Atsumu.”

You never meant for him to be in your life in the first place, so you weren’t sure where he was going to fit now that he was in it, for better or for worse.

“Well, I’m sure he’s feeling the same way too,” Naomi reassured. “Maybe you should bring up spending more time with one another. Get to know each other, y’know?”

You paused, maybe that wasn’t a half bad idea. You pushed your cart to the checkout lane.

Despite Atsumu having an early morning the next day, he didn’t sleep the entire night after returning home from your apartment. And who could blame him? He had too much to think about. On the bright side, he had an early start to his morning unlike the day before. He thought that maybe by being earlier for practice he would get out of his coach’s scolding, but Coach Foster was already waiting for him at the gymnasium despite him arriving a whole hour early.

“You better have a good explanation for running out on practice yesterday, especially with the start of the season so close!” Coach Foster scowled with his arms crossed the moment Atsumu sheepishly walked into the gymnasium.

Atsumu sucked in his teeth and hoped he would believe the events of the prior night. Guess he would just have to find out…

Five minutes later, inside one of the secluded offices inside the gymnasium and away from prying ears, Coach Foster’s jaw was hanging open in a mixture of shock, horror, and disbelief. Truthfully, he considered filing for early retirement right then and there.

“You’re telling me you have a son?” Coach Foster asked in a hushed whisper. Atsumu nodded and the man gave a heavy sigh as he rubbed his temples.

“Honestly, Atsumu…” 

Coach Foster sighed deeply as he rubbed his temples. In his time as a professional sports coach, he had seen his fair share of scandals amongst his athletes, but this one might’ve taken the cake. Initially, he hadn’t believed him, chalking it up to one of his usual pranks, but Atsumu’s conviction was deathly serious. Not to mention the picture he handed him was jarring. The boy looked just like him. 

“I hope that you know what a massive responsibility this is,” Coach Foster said, beginning his lecture. He was honestly still in disbelief over the news his setter broke to him. And honestly, he was debating if what he was hearing was even true, picture or not. 

“I didn’t have my first child until I was in my thirties, you’re still only twenty-three, and not to mention still a little immature–”

“I’m gonna be a part of his life no matter what,” Atsumu stated firmly, cutting him off. 

Usually he knew better than speaking against his senior, but he quickly came to his own defense. 

“I wasn’t there in the beginnin’, so I’m gonna make up for lost time and be there for Haru.”

The Coach was taken aback by Atsumu’s tone, before shaking his head with a chuckle. He had known the setter for some quite some time, being there to see the progression of his career from when he started the league until now. He had never quite taken the young setter seriously when it came to real life experiences, he was still so young after all, but he would almost say he was proud of Atsumu for stepping up. But time would tell if he could fill in the shoes of a father.

“I believe in you,” Foster simply said. “But this does raise a few issues though.”

“Like what?”

“Well, we are going to have to talk to the PR team about this. You’re one of Japan’s most famous athletes right now, and you have paparazzi hounding your every move. It would probably be in the best interest of your son and the mother to stay under the radar until you find a way to announce this publicly without sparking controversy, which is already difficult enough considering the circumstances.”

Atsumu thought silently. In the midst of all the chaos, he hadn’t thought yet how his career could negatively affect you and Haru. He wasn’t sure how he would handle it yet, but he could feel a protective surge in his chest.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this is handled discreetly,” Coach Foster said.

Atsumu thanked the man, before being instructed to return to practice. As the door closed, Coach Foster sighed deeply, he sure had his work cut out for him.

As Atsumu entered the gym, he was almost immediately bombarded by his teammates. Bokuto and Hinata practically tackled him down the moment he stepped into practice.

“”Tsumu! Where’d you go last night?” Bokuto exclaimed, appearing at his side. “I wanted to practice my spikes with you!”

“Coach was mad,” Hinata shivered beside him. “He said he’d make you run triple the amount of laps today–” Atsumu gulped at the thought of the coach’s training being even more intensive than it already was.

“”Samu had a problem at the restaurant and needed some help,” Atsumu replied as nonchalantly he could. It wasn’t entirely false but it sure as hell wasn’t a good lie either. But before Hinata and Bokuto could press more, Coach Foster bounded out of his office.

“Enough small talk! We need to start our warm ups.” Coach Foster announced. Atsumu nearly sighed in relief, until he realized he was probably going to be worked to the bone.

The rest of practice went on as usual, except for Coach Foster making the session more grueling for Atsumu in particular. He bit back his complaints, already knowing this wouldn’t be the last of his coach’s discipline for him. He probably deserved it, anyway. 

Later, after a practice what Atsumu could only call torturous, Coach Foster blew his whistle and beckoned the team over.

“It seems I have an unexpected meeting with the PR representatives,” Coach Foster announced, “so we’re going to call off practice early today!”

Atsumu caught a glare from Coach Foster that could unmistakably only be meant for him. He hoped nobody else caught it or the fact his face was mortified, but thankfully everybody else on the team seemed too busy celebrating the abrupt end to practice. 

“Take the rest of the day to recover, that’s all!”

Atsumu practically felt the weight on his shoulders dissipate as he headed for the lockerroom. His bones were aching at that point, and the only thing he wanted to do was collapse onto one of the benches. He went into his locker and dug his phone out of his practice bag. Going through his notifications, he was surprised to see his first message was from you.

You (12:35pm):

hey, how do you feel about spending more time together?

You (12:35pm):

to get used to being around each other i mean

You (12:36pm):

sorry, i don’t really know how to go about this

You (12:37pm):

my bad, you’re busy at practice probably

You (12:37pm):

sorry, just ignore this

He quickly wrote back.

Atsumu (12:45pm):

nono, don’t worry, i just got out of practice actually

Atsumu (12:45pm):

i don’t how to go about this either, but i would love to spend more time with ya and haru

Exhaustion long forgotten, Atsumu grabbed his bag and headed out of the gym with a noticeable smile on his face.

You groaned as you slumped down on the staircase of your apartment complex. Of course the elevator decided to go out of service when you had an entire weeks worth of groceries to bring up. You barely had made it up to floor three before you decided to give up. Now, you were collapsed onto the step of the stairs surrounded by what seemed to be an endless sea of bags. How were you going to make it up another seven flights?

You heard footsteps behind you, presumably from someone who was also inconvenienced by the lack of elevators. 

“Sorry,” you groaned as you got to your feet as you collected up one of the bags. “I was just taking a break from taking up these damn groceries–”

“Do ya need help?” You perked up, you certainly weren’t in a position to say no.

You looked up to thank the stranger for their offer and are met with Atsumu instead. Miya Atsumu, who definitely doesn’t live in your building.

What on earth?-- Oh no. Oh no. He thought your message about spending more time together meant today. You were so caught up in bringing up your groceries that you hadn’t bothered to check your phone to see his response.

You were suddenly all too aware of the sweatpants you haphazardly threw on and the shirt you’re pretty sure Haru stained with paint from his fingerpainting phase last month. You won’t even begin on whatever hairstyle you haphazardly did this moring. You were under the impression that all you were doing was going to the supermarket with Naomi so you didn’t bother getting properly dressed. Now you were standing infront of him a sweaty mess as he looks as if he just walked off a magazine shoot with his fresh-out-of-a-workout glow, designer tracksuit, and practice bag swung effortlessly over his shoulder. 

“Hey!” You quickly said, not prepared to greet him as you clutched tightly onto the bag full of produce in your hands. “I didn’t– uh– expect you to come today.”

Atsumu’s eyebrows creased in confusion before the realization flashed on his face.

“Oh! Ya meant for that message to be in general.” Atsumu exclaimed, and he looked noticeably embarrassed. “Sorry, I just thought–”

“Nono!” You stammered, trying to collect yourself. “It’s okay, I’m off today anyways. Besides, I need help with these bags.” Atsumu cracked a smile at you before reaching down to grab a handful of bags, which was alot more than you could carry by yourself. 

“Here, let me take these too,” he offered, extending his hands out to take the bag in your hands.

“You don’t have to take them all, y’know,” you replied. The poor man already had about four in his arms already. Though, he was carrying the heavy bags without even straining himself, unlike yourself. A rigorous workout schedule would do that, you suppose

“Consider this the first of many repayments,” he chuckled as he took a bag out of your hands. You felt yourself tense when you felt his fingers skim over your hand, and you had to clutch onto the bag tighter for it not to tumble out of your hands. 

You forgot about how stupidly charming he was. It’s what got you into this mess in the first place.

Once you both situated yourselves, you lugged up the stairs and finally reached your apartment. You were noticeably more out of breath than Atsumu was, who didn’t seem to break a sweat despite carrying up twice the amount of bags you did. 

“I guess all that professional athlete training came in handy,” you snorted as you went to unlock the door.

“Coach made sure to put me through it this mornin’ for the stunt I pulled yesterday,” he chuckled. “Guess it was good trainin’ for carryin’ up all these bags.”

“I guess I’ll have to keep you around for my next grocery trip,” you snickered as you placed your bags in the kitchen as Atsumu followed.

“I’ll be here for as many trips as ya need.”

The comment was meant to be innocent, but it nearly made you stop in your tracks. You knew he was here to stay from your conversation the night before, but hearing him affirm it was unexpected. It still hadn’t sunk in yet. A day ago, Miya Atsumu was a distant memory, and today he was standing in your kitchen helping you bring in groceries. Would you ever get used to this? 

“Where’s Haru?” Atsumu asked, looking around to see no trace of the small boy. 

“School,” you answered as you began to unpack the bags onto your counter. “I have a few hours until I have to go pick him up if you wanna join me.”

“Of course,” he replied with a quick eagerness, “what do ya wanna do until then?”

Shit, you didn’t think about the fact you would be with Atsumu alone for the time being. 

Alone. With your ex-fling. 

Who you refused to admit is starting to make your heart beat a little faster.

Suppressing any of the silly leftover schoolgirl feelings you still harbored, you reminded yourself that Atsumu was kind out of courtesy of the situation between you two. You two are still strangers, fling aside. 

Before you could open your mouth to answer, your stomach decided to interrupt the conversation with a undeniable grumble. You immediately grabbed your stomach in attempt to silence it, but there was no way Atsumu didn’t hear it. Your face flushed, and you regretted sleeping in and deciding to skip breakfast that morning.

“I think that means ya want lunch.” You wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

“I’m mortified, but that sounds great right about now,” you nervously laughed. “I can cook us something–”

“I can’t let ya cook, it’s yer day off!” Atsumu interjected as if he were offended you would suggest such an idea. “C’mon, let me take ya out.”

“Atsumu, I look like a mess right now,” you chuckled, looking down at your clothes. “I don’t think–”

“Ya look great so that’s not an excuse,” he interjected and you’re taken aback from the sudden compliment. Surely you couldn’t look that great with your old college t-shirt decorated in paint splatters. But Atsumu looked adamant in his statement with the way he was staring you down. 

“C’mon, it doesn’t have to be anythin’ fancy,” he insisted. “We could just go to Osamu’s, on me.”

Your stomach was practically begging for attention at that point and you groaned, knowing it was too good an offer to pass down. Not to mention, you couldn’t keep holding eye contact with him without melting onto the floor. It’s almost intimidating, the way he won’t back down. 

“Alright, alright, but let me change at least.”

“Good,” Atsumu grinned as you scurried off into your bedroom.

You quickly got changed into a pair of jeans and the first decent shirt you spotted in your closet. It’s simple, but a pretty shade of green with a flattering neckline. You knew the lunch wasn’t going to be anything fancy, but it didn’t stop you from putting on the jewelry you had sitting on your dresser and swiping on some lip gloss. You gave yourself a quick look in the mirror, not bad in ten minutes.

You headed back to the kitchen where you left Atsumu, who was sitting at the counter as he absentmindedly scrolled on his phone. 

“C’mon Miya, you owe me lunch,” you chimed as you grabbed your keys off the table.

Atsumu looked up and you swore he opened up his mouth to say something, but immediately clammed up.

“What is it?” You asked, tilting your head. He suddenly seemed nervous, which was a stark difference from his calm demeanor not even a second ago.

“Ya– uh– just look nice, let’s go.”

Before you could react, Atsumu was already heading for the door. 

Stupidly and annoyingly charming. 

You hoped this meal wouldn’t be the death of you.

The elevators seemed to be back in service as Atsumu had already called it up by the time you locked the door and made your way to him down the hall.

It’s just lunch, you had to tell yourself as you both got inside quietly. Don’t be so nervous. But it didn’t stop your hands from fidgeting as you watched the elevator floor level slowly descend down before dinging at the first floor. 

You both exited and you barely made it a few steps out the front door before you heard the beep of a car. You turned beside you to spot arguably the flashiest sports car you’ve ever seen parked next to your quaint apartment building. It seemed as though it came right from the dealership with it’s perfect white paint job and bright gleam. It couldn’t belong to anyone but the professional athlete himself beside you. That V-League paycheck must be cushy.

“Wow.” It was pretty much all you could say. 

“I got it when I first went pro,” he chuckled as he brought you to the passenger side. “Kind of an impulsive decision.”

You snorted as he opened the door for you and let you inside. “I thought this lunch was supposed to be casual.”

“As casual as it can be, considerin’ the circumstances,” he said as he got into the drivers seat and you rolled your eyes. Right, nothing about this was casual. 

“I probably gotta get somethin’ different soon though,” he noted as he turned on the engine and the car revved to life.

“Why’s that?”

“Not enough room for a carseat in the back,” he responded simply as he pulled the car out. “Or would it be a booster seat? I’m not really sure.”

You were taken aback. “You already thought of that?--”

“‘Course I did,” Atsumu replied like it was the simplest thing in the world. “Thought ‘bout it on my way over here.”

You knew Atsumu was serious when he said he wanted to make a commitment, but you just didn’t think he’d be ready for change so quickly. If he was already thinking about getting a whole new car just for the sake of a booster seat, what else was he ready to change? Co-parenting wasn’t something you ever considered, much less planned for. You shook it off, knowing you were getting ahead of yourself. Right now was just lunch, and that was all. You busied yourself with looking out the window as you watched the streets go by.

“How long have ya been in Osaka?” He asked, eyes focused on the road.

“A little before Haru was born,” you answered. “Before that I lived with my grandmother in Kagawa before she passed, and after that I moved to Osaka because I knew their university had a babysitting service for parents getting their degrees.”

“So about five years?”

“Just about, why do you ask?”

“I’ve been in Osaka since I went pro after high school…” Atsumu mumbled and there’s a noticeable regret in his tone. “I just can’t believe I never knew ya were here.”

“Atsumu, don’t beat yourself up,” you sighed, looking away from the window and back at him. “It’s an enormous city and I was purposefully avoiding you the entire time.”

Though you tried to reassure him, his demeanor was still crestfallen as he drove.

“Y’know, I even avoided sports stores because I was scared I’d run into you there. Haru’s gym teacher hates me because I never get his uniforms on time.”

The last line made Atsumu snort and you’re glad he didn’t seem as dejected. “And what if I was there?”

“I actually had to go last month to pick up sneakers for Haru,” you rolled your eyes. “They had a lifesize cardboard display of you and I thought it was actually you. I ran away so quickly the cashier thought I was a thief.”

You manage to get a smile to crack through Atsumu after all. You realize you eventually made it to Osamu’s restaurant as Atsumu parked beside it. Before you could even manage to open your door, Atsumu had already made it to the passenger door outside and opened it for you.

“You know you don’t need to do that,” you chuckled as you climbed out.

“Nah, but I wanna.”

Your heart needed to stop doing whatever the hell it was doing in your chest.

It seemed like you weren’t going to win as Atsumu made sure to open the restaurant door for you as well. You walked inside as the bell chimed on the door as you spotted Osamu behind the front counter.

“Could ya please stop coming in here durin’ my breaktime?!” Osamu barked as he tossed the towel strewn over his shoulder directly at his brother’s head. “I need to start lockin’ the damn doors because of ya!”

“How else can I eat in privacy?” Atsumu whined, grabbing the towel off his face. “I haven’t recovered from the time the tabloids posted all those pictures of me eatin’ your onigiri!”

“It’s because ya ate eight in one sittin’!” Osamu exclaimed, before noticing you standing behind Atsumu. He immediately composed himself from his previous hostility. “Oh, I didn’t realize ya were here.”

“Hi,” you waved meekly. “Sorry for coming in, I had no idea you were on break.”

Osamu scratched the back of his head, slightly embarrassed. “No worries, I’m used to this moron bargin’ in here anyways. Take a seat and I’ll fix ya somethin’.”

You both got sat in one of the nearby booths as Osamu got you settled before heading into the back kitchen to get started on cooking. The restaurant was empty, and you realized Atsumu’s habit of coming in during Osamu’s breaktime was probably so he could eat in privacy.

“Oi, ‘Samu!” Atsumu called into the nearby kitchen. “Make some extra gyoza!”

“Oh, that’s my favorite!” You exclaimed. You were practically starving at this point, so the mention of the food made your mouth water.

“Ya always packed some for lunch back in high school, right?” Atsumu noted. It was true, if you didn’t pack any from home, you would sneak out to the convenience store to buy some instead.

“How on earth do you remember that?” You snorted. His memory was spot-on, especially since high school felt like eons ago.

Atsumu shrugged. “Dunno.”

“Is your favorite food still tuna?”

“How’d ya know that?” Atsumu asked, noticeably surprised, as if he didn’t remember the detail about you moments ago.

“Haru eats it all the time, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree apparently,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “He’s like a mini you.”

Atsumu smiled softly and looked at his hands placed onto the table. He was fiddling with his fingers, roughed up probably from all the time he played volleyball. He seemed nervous.

“He is?” He said, almost shyly. Not like the typically confident guy he was.

“Yup,” you answered, resting your hand on your face. “Earlier when you were bickering with Osamu, it reminds me of when Haru starts to whine.”

“Really?” He asked excitedly, before his face flashed with realization. “Wait, hey!--”

You laughed as Atsumu scoffed but it seemed more like a pout with the way he jutted out his lip and furrowed his eyebrows. It made you think about how uncanny the two looked. You couldn’t help but smile as Atsumu turned back to you, his face still a bit peeved at your earlier jab. 

“I still feel like I don’t know enough about ya still,” Atsumu noted.

You paused. Five years of avoidance would do that… But now it was different. You didn’t have to force the distance anymore unlike before.

“That doesn’t matter, does it? We aren’t in a rush to.”

Atsumu smiled at you again and you felt your heart still. “No, we’re not.”

Whenever he looked at you, you became acutely aware just how present Atsumu was. It almost didn’t seem real. He wasn’t just some image you saw from afar, like interviews on TV or in magazines you saw at the convenience store. And somehow, he wasn’t leaving or running away like you thought he would be. Nothing was separating you, he was infront of you and here with you. 

And as happy as it made you, it scared you just as much.

“You haven’t told me anything about yourself,” you noted, wanting to change the topic. “I feel like I’m doing all the talking here.”

Atsumu shrugged. “My life’s pretty much an open book, what do ya wanna know?”

Atsumu was right, he was in the limelight even before he went pro. Anything you wanted to know about him was probably written somewhere online by fans or reporters. You remembered that back in high school, he was already getting recognized by national recruiters, not to mention having an army of fangirls. You vaguely remembered them giving you– and any other girl– shit for even breathing in his general direction, you couldn’t imagine what they would have done to you had they known you both were secretly hooking up. You weren’t sure how Atsumu always kept his composure despite majority of his life being constantly under a microscope. 

You, for one, wouldn’t know how to handle it, and it was partially the reason you hid from him for so long. You wondered how long you could hide from the watchful eyes on Atsumu. At some point, they would be on you.

“Is it hard?” You blurted out.

Atsumu paused at your sudden statement. “What is?”

Maybe it wasn’t appropriate for you to be asking something personal for what was supposed to be a casual luncheon, but it the question already came out of your mouth.

“Being famous. Doesn’t it get tiring having to be watched all the time?”

You half expected Atsumu to crack some wise joke about how he was meant to be famous, his boisterous confidence was undoubtedly star-material after all, but he paused again. You noticed him looking at the wall behind you, and you turned over your shoulder to spot a picture frame hung up. It was a picture of his high school team, with Atsumu front and center with his usual plastered grin.

“Yeah, I think it does sometimes.”

You wanted to ask more, but you didn’t think you should. You didn’t think it was a line you should cross. At least, not yet. You were reminded of the fact you two were still practically strangers.

You had nearly forgotten you were there to eat had it not been for Osamu coming around the corner with a steaming tray of food. You barely were able to stop your mouth from salivating once Osamu placed the plates onto the table.

“This is for ya,” Osamu stated harshly, shoving what could only be a receipt into Atsumu’s face.

“What the hell are ya talkin’ about?!” Atsumu barked, snatching the paper from his brother’s hand. “What happened to my family discount?”

“She eats free, but after what ya put me through, ya pay double now.”

Atsumu couldn’t think of anything to retort as he shamefully shoved the receipt into his pocket, muttering something about his ‘good for nothin’ brother’. You couldn’t help but giggle.

Osamu turned back to you. “‘Least I can do is make ya food, so stop in anytime.”

You quickly thanked Osamu for his generous offer before he left the two of you alone in the booth.

“I should’ve bombarded into here sooner if I knew it would have gotten me free food,” you chuckled, immediately going to grab one of the various riceballs infront of you. The taste didn’t disappoint either. Osamu must’ve been a magician, because the food could’ve only been this good with the help of magic. No wonder he had rows of culinary awards plastered on his walls.

“Speakin’ of which, how on earth didn’t ya realize ‘Samu was my twin brother?” Atsumu asked, laughing. “His face didn’t ring any bells?”*

You groaned through your bite of rice. “Listen…”

The rest of your lunch carried on with less stress than you had originally imagined. You thought that underlying tension would weigh down the majority of your meeting and the rest to come, but the two of you got on so… easily. As if Atsumu wasn’t the last person you wanted to see, not even a day ago. You guessed it was from Atsumu’s obnoxiously pleasant personality, one that got you into trouble all those years ago, that made you feel so relaxed. It was a wonder how he was so easygoing in the first place, while you were still a jumbled ball of nerves.

“Should we go pick up Haru now?” Atsumu asked, nodding towards the time on the clock. It was nearing the time you were supposed to go pick him up from school.

“Yeah, but…”

You turned to look out the window of the flashy car parked outside and you grimaced. You couldn’t imagine the faces– not to mention the salacious gossip that would ensue– of the other preschool moms if you suddenly pulled up in a car worth more than your monthly rent, with a man in tow nonetheless. You already got enough shit for being a single parent, and you didn’t want to give those haughty women the idea you were somehow some sort of sugar baby too. 

You looked back to Atsumu, bright-eyed and grinning a magazine-selling smile, and you realized his celebrity face was probably more conspicuous than his car. 

Maybe you should’ve felt bad for making Atsumu wear a face mask and park two streets away, and probably should have felt worse for having him steal the baseball cap right off of Osamu’s head before heading out, but you imagined it would have been worse if Japan’s favorite athlete was suddenly sitting beside you in a lobby full of Osaka’s most talkative housewives. While it seemed nobody had caught onto his identity since majority of his features were covered, you still caught a few of the parents glancing in your direction. Their curiosity was understandable, it was common knowledge you were on your own, so bringing a man with you was surely an eyebrow-raiser.

“That lady with the scary makeup keeps staring at me and it’s making me nervous,” Atsumu whispered in the seat beside you. 

You looked in the direction he was referring to and caught one of the moms, Hitomi, staring directly at Atsumu. Her stark plum-red lipstick paired with spidery false lashes was daunting to look at. Not to mention, she had a personality to match. Her stuck-up personality had already grinded your nerves to a tipping point and the school year had barely began. Even Haru had a disdain for her daughter, Yuki, claiming she constantly hogged all the toys to herself during recess. 

“Y/N, you have company today!” She chirped happily. 

Translation: Who’s this man with you?

It was obvious she wanted to know who Atsumu was. Hitomi apparently didn’t have much shame as her eyes didn’t even bother to meet yours as she raked her eyes up and down Atsumu’s body. While his face wasn’t discernible though his mask, his well-built body had most of the women in the room stealing glances at him. It was obvious, even with the mask, he was definitely handsome. 

You realized there were other onlookers in the room silently listening in. Hitomi was putting on a show. However, you were expecting as much.

“Ah, yes, this is my colleague from work,” you responded, hoping your lie wasn’t transparent. “We were out nearby for a meeting and he accompanied me today to come get Haru.”

“How kind of him!” She grinned. “Will we be seeing more of him?”

Translation: Is this a man in your life? A boyfriend, perhaps?

“Just for today,” you lied through an insincere smile. The entire exchange was already proving to be a headache. You were hoping that Hitomi would just give up and believe your fib that today was just an appearance from a kind coworker. 

“Actually! I’m tryin’ to come more often.” Atsumu replied cheerfully beside you, breaking his silence.  

You cracked your neck to him at lightning speeds and hoped nobody noticed your eyes bulging out of your head. Why on earth was he not playing along?! Forget being civil with Atsumu, you were about to strangle him infront of the entire PTA committee. All the while, he was cheerful as always.

“That’s great to hear!” Hitomi exclaimed. “Since we’ll be seeing you more often, what’s your name?”

Oh, absolutely not. If the rumor mill caught ahold of any information about Atsumu, they would be done for. Atsumu opened his mouth to respond but the door to the classrooms opened.

“Oh, the kids are done class!” You interjected loudly.

Thankfully, Haru and the rest of his class were released from their classroom and into the lobby to be picked up. Haru immediately beelined into your waiting arms and Hitomi was approached by her own daughter, interrupting the conversation. 

“We’re actually in a rush now, so we’ll have to be going,” you apologized, and didn’t even wait for Hitomi to respond as you grabbed onto Haru’s hand, and grabbed onto Atsumu’s sleeve to drag them away to the front desk to sign out Haru as quickly as possible. You practically ran out of the building with both of them in tow, ignoring the many confused stares.

You collected yourselves outside on a secluded part of the street, and you almost collapsed in relief. God knows what would have happened if word got out that Miya Atsumu, of all people, was suddenly picking up your toddler.

“Mama, what’s Mister ‘Tsumu doing here?” Haru asked beside you. You were surprised Haru could recognize him with half his face and hair covered.

“How’d ya know it was me?” Atsumu chuckled, leaning down to Haru’s height and pulling down his mask to his chin.

“Only you have that weird colored hair, mister.”

Your hand immediately flew up to your face to hide your mouth as Atsumu’s face fell. A few tufts of blonde hair stuck out from the hat, seemingly giving him away.

“And mama’s only friends are you and Aunt Naomi, so–”

Now, it was Atsumu’s turn to snort as you pinched your son’s cheek softly. He whined in protest.

“Okay, that’s enough out of you,” you scolded him before turning to Atsumu. “And you, were you trying to give yourself away to the entire lobby? Hitomi’s probably gone off and told the entire neighborhood about my new coworker by now.” 

You remembered the time one of the preschool moms caught you at a work dinner and assumed you were out on a date. By the next morning, the entire lobby was telling you how happy they were to ‘finally see you with a man.’

“Well, I am goin’ to be here more often now.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “So may as well tell ‘em.”

“And were you planning on telling them who you were?” You questioned raising an eyebrow, remembering how he almost answered Hitomi when she asked for his name. “What would you have done if they found out who you really were?”

Haru held onto your leg beside you as he quietly observed your conversation, probably confused on what you two could be bickering about.

He thought for a moment before his shoulders slumped. “I guess ya have a point… My coach did tell me to keep quiet for now.” So he did end up telling his coaches.

“I get that it’s important to keep my identity and all, but I guess I was just got excited about being able to be there for Haru,” he murmured. You sighed, while it was a stupid move, he did seemingly have good intentions. You probably shouldn’t have been so hard on him.

“Mama, you still haven’t told me why Mister Atsumu is here,” Haru frowned in confusion from beside you. You looked down, realizing you still hadn’t answered him. You looked back at Atsumu, still looking dejected.

“He’s here to hang out with us today,” you answered, patting his head. “And he’ll actually be coming to pick you up more often too.”

“Really?” Haru exclaimed excitedly. Atsumu looked back up, suddenly cheering up with a grin. Atsumu almost reminded you of a puppy with how quickly he could perk up after being discouraged.

“C’mon, we’re even going to go home in Mr. Atsumu’s car,” you said, leaning down beside him. “Atsumu, do you wanna show Haru the way?”

“Yeah!” He replied, almost too excitedly as he offered Haru his hand to take, his glumness now forgotten. You smiled warmly as you watched Haru accept his hand, before Atsumu led him to the car.

“Haru, take off your shoes first!” You scolded the young boy as you entered your apartment. Haru, still clad in his school uniform, hurriedly tugged off his small sneakers, and immediately bounded off to the living room to catch the afternoon airing of his favorite cartoon he frequently watched after a long day of school.

“What do ya do now that Haru’s back from school?” Atsumu asked from behind you as you took off your own shoes. 

“Well,” you tapped your chin. You figured it was a good start for Atsumu to know what Haru’s schedule was like. “Usually after school, I make him some lunch and he gets to have some TV time, and he usually likes watching either cartoons or volleyball.” Atsumu grinned at the second option.

“Then he does his homework, gets some free-time before dinner, then he’ll get ready for bed.”

“Since he needs to eat lunch, can I help ya?” Atsumu offered. 

“Sure, I think I have the ingredients for some of his favorite noodles.”

Truthfully, Atsumu probably shouldn’t have offered. He didn’t have the heart to tell you he was an absolute shit cook, but he was desperate to help in any way he could. But how hard could it be?

Apparently, very hard.

He had cut his finger about five times now cutting a single carrot, had oil pop onto said cut, and burnt the noodles the second you handed him the pan. 

Damn Osamu for taking all the cooking genetics in the womb! He cursed silently. He recalled all of his mother’s and Osamu’s fruitless cooking lessons, which all ended in failure. When he had moved out by himself to Osaka and had to feed himself, he solely relied on Osamu, takeout, or instant ramen. He was just thankful you were able to salvage the meal so that Haru miraculously had something to eat that wasn’t burnt to a crisp. 

He moped quietly in the corner of the kitchen, holding onto his injured finger that was throbbing from pain, and his hands were already sore from the exhaustive setting practice he did earlier. If he was alone, he’d be waving around his battered hand and cursing up a storm.

“Let me see,” you beckoned him over. He surrendered his hand over to you in shame as you inspected his cuts and burn.

“Haru!” You called out to the boy in the living room. “Go grab the first aid kit from the bathroom, please!”

His cheeks burned in pure embarrassment. He felt like the toddler in this situation, much less a parent.

Haru, ever the responsible child, immediately got out the first aid kit upon your request. You went to grab a few bandaids and burn treatment for Atsumu to put on, but Haru tugged at Atsumu’s pants leg.

“I wanna do it!” Haru exclaimed. Atsumu realized he was referring to the bandage you were about to hand Atsumu. He looked over to you for permission before you nodded, agreeing that it was okay.

Atsumu chuckled. “‘Course, bud.”

“C’mere, I’ll show you what to do,” you told Haru, before carefully instructing him what to do with the bandaid and ointment. Now, a four year old was taking care of him by bandaging his hand. It’s laughable really, a kid, his own child at that, was able to take care of Atsumu before he could take care of him.

“All better!” Haru chirped, showing Atsumu the zoo-themed bandaids now clad on his fingers and palm.

“Ah, I’m sorry, Haru,” Atsumu sighed, rubbing over the plaster on his fingertips. “It seems I’m not a very good cook.”

“‘Tis okay,” Haru responded with a cheery smile that Atsumu thought was all too similar to yours. “I’ll still eat it!”

You ushered Haru to take his food and eat lunch, while Atsumu was still sulking in the kitchen. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit at Atsumu, he was really like a whimpering puppy.

“Don’t worry, he thinks the food is delicious.”

“Yeah, but that’s because ya fixed it,” Atsumu frowned.

You noticed he was still rubbing a hand over his burnt one, so you clasped onto his to still his anxious fidgeting.

“Haru’s not your Michelin-star brother, his taste palette is composed of dinosaur nuggets and jello. He’ll eat just about anything.” You chuckled, rubbing your hand reassuringly over his. He laughed, more so at himself than anything.

Something about being near you made him feel clumsy and nervous. While you were composed and self-assured, he was suddenly back to being the thick-headed teenager that he has desperately tried to outgrow. He wasn’t sure what happened to the polished and confident Miya Atsumu everyone knew, the one that he was so sure he’s been all this time. The star setter, the positive teammate, the Atsumu who knew what he was doing. 

But he wasn’t. And it was now of all times that he needed to be that Atsumu. 

The last time he felt like the shoes he were wearing were suddenly too big was when Osamu told him he wouldn’t be following him after graduation. Like then, the role he needed to fill was gaping, and it was eating him alive how he didn’t know how to be that. The guy everyone expected him to be, the Miya Atsumu everyone needed him to be, that he wanted to be.

“Y’know, one time I burnt all the cookies I made for his school bake sale,” you suddenly said.

“Huh?” He realized he had strayed too long in his thoughts.

“Haru had a big class bake sale that all the school moms were involved in,” you explained. “It was the first school event I had to work in, and I got assigned cookies. I thought it’d be a slice of cake. How hard could it be, y’know? But I was such a klutz and took a nap while they were baking. Guess I was exhausted from work. The smoke detector woke me up and our landlady was about to call the fire department.”

“Really?” Atsumu replied, a meak laugh escaping from him.

“Yup, and I didn’t have time to bake new ones so I thought I could pass off store-bought ones as homemade, but the other moms saw through my bullshit. Hitomi, the mom you met earlier, gave me an earful about it,” you snickered before looking back at him, still rubbing the pad of your thumb over the bandage across his palm.

“It’s all a learning curve, you get better at it with time. So don’t beat yourself up just because you messed up the first time, alright?”

Atsumu let out a faint chuckle before nodding. The thought of you in the same position as him reassured him somewhat. Of course he didn’t enjoy the thought of you with bandaids all over your hands like himself, but the thought that you could struggle as much as him, while still having the experience of parenthood makes him feel a little better about his lack of cooking skill. He would get it next time.

He looked back down and realized your hand was still on top of his and the blood rushed to his face embarrassingly fast. You noticed his obviously flustered expression, and jerked your hand away.

“Sorry about that–” You stammered quickly. 

A string of curses slung through Atsumu’s head. He should’ve been the embarrassed one here.

“No, no, it’s alright!--” Idiot, idiot. The lingering feeling of your hand resting on his made him absentmindedly clench his hand. He tried to fight back the heat still remaining his cheeks. Why on earth was he acting like it was the first time a girl touched his hand? Maybe he was still like a stupid teenager in more ways than one.

Suddenly, your phone was buzzing on the countertop. You turned over to grab it as Atsumu caught his breath.

“Ah, it’s my boss, I should probably take this.”

Atsumu nodded. “I’ll let ya have some quiet.”

Atsumu left the kitchen so you could take your phone call in private, and noticed Haru was just about done with his food at the dining table. His head perked up noticing Atsumu come in.

“Hey mister, why are you hanging out with me and mama today?” Haru suddenly asked through a mouthful of food. “You bored with volleyball or something?”

You and Atsumu hadn’t had the chance to properly explain why he was suddenly spending more time with you both, probably because you weren’t sure how to properly explain it in the first place. Haru’s curiosity was understandable though, it wasn’t exactly ordinary that the athlete he watched on television was suddenly meandering in their apartment.

Atsumu took a seat at the table. “I guess ya could say I’m yer mom’s friend.”

That explanation would do for now, he hoped. Thankfully, it seemed like it sufficed enough for Haru as he nodded. For a four year old, he didn’t need to question the logic behind the situation.

“Okay, then do you wanna watch TV with me?” Haru asked, suddenly changing the topic.

“Sure, what do ya wanna watch?”

Haru hummed in thought, before a lightbulb went off in Atsumu’s head. You had mentioned before that Haru enjoyed volleyball, this could be a perfect bonding opportunity for him. He imagined all the cool facts and conversations they could have about the sport, maybe even Haru and him could play the sport together–

“Haru, do ya wanna watch volleyball?” Atsumu asked the child, sitting beside him at the kitchen table.

Haru took a final bite of his food.

“Nah,” Haru replied. “I wanna watch basketball.”

It was as if the blood in Atsumu’s body ran ice cold and a crack racketed through his heart. Surely what he was hearing wasn’t true. 

Atsumu clutched his chest in offense before almost shrieking. “Basketball?!”

“Yeah,” Haru nodded, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“B-But,” Atsumu stammered, feeling a bit of his soul trinkle out of his body. “What’s so good about basketball?! Volleyball’s  so much cooler!”

“I started playing it during recess, and it’s so much fun!” Haru grinned, finishing the food on his plate. Before Atsumu could protest, he hopped out of his seat and headed off for the living room. Atsumu knew parenting was going to be hard, but nothing could have prepared him for this. 

Atsumu followed Haru to the couch, verbally protesting the idea, but it didn’t stop Haru from grabbing the remote and turning it on to a sports channel playing the dreaded sport. Atsumu sat stiffly on the couch, accepting that he would just have to come to terms with the fact that his son hated him. Okay, he was being a little dramatic, but still! This was the utmost betrayal in his book.

“Slam dunks are so cool,” Haru cooed at the screen. 

“Yeah, but service aces are alot cooler.”

For the duration of the game on television, whenever Haru would comment on the game, Atsumu was sure to follow with his own rebuttal about how volleyball was clearly the superior sport. Though, Haru didn’t pay him much mind. Atsumu was relieved when Haru finally decided to turn off the TV, finally putting an end to his impromptu torture (once again, being dramatic). He wondered how you managed to do this everyday and not be at your wits end.

Haru hopped off the couch and went to collect his backpack off the nearby table. Damn, Atsumu thought, he didn’t have to be told to do his homework. Haru must have picked that up from you, because it definitely wasn’t from him. He vaguely remembered almost having to repeat kindergarten had his mother not convinced his teachers otherwise. Mrs. Takahashi did not hold a special place in his heart. She definitely liked Osamu more than him.

“What’s yer homework, bud?” Atsumu asked, looking over the boy’s shoulder as he sat down at the coffee table with his work.

“I have an art project,” Haru explained as he unpacked his crayons. “I have to draw my family.”

Haru suddenly stuck a piece of paper infront of him, and Atsumu blinked in surprise.

“Draw with me!” He requested with a toothy smile. Why not? Atsumu shrugged before accepting the paper. Anything was better than having to watch basketball.

Atsumu was reminded that he was certainly not an artist. But he was surely better at drawing than he was at cooking. He drew something vaguely similar to a tiger– reminiscent of the stuffed toy sitting across from him on the couch, but it came out something more like a balloon animal. Next to Haru’s paper, they both were similar in children-like quality.

“Done!” Haru announced before presenting his paper to Atsumu. It was a typical kindergartener’s drawing, with colorful squiggly lines and a smiley faced sun adorned in the corner.

“This is me and mama,” Haru explained, pointing to two stick figures with bright big smiley faces. “This is Aunt Mimi, and I put you mister!”

“What? How come?” Haru considered him a part of his family? Already?

“You said you’re mama’s friend,” he stated simply. For a four year old, it was all the reason he needed. Atsumu looked down at the photo, a smile creeping on his mouth, even if Haru chose to color his hair with a too-bright yellow crayon.

“Sorry, sorry!” You exclaimed, returning to the living room to find Haru and Atsumu sitting cross-legged at the coffee table. “My boss never knows when to stop talking, I swear.”

“That’s alright, look at what Haru drew!” Atsumu beamed, gesturing to the drawing on the table.

You walked over to inspect the colorful drawing and snorted. “Is that supposed to be you there?”

“Yup,” Atsumu grinned bashfully. He was practically giddy with excitement.

“Your hair is the same color as the sun,” you giggled pointing at the neon yellow sun in the corner of the page.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You couldn’t help but grin at how gleefully Atsumu was beaming at the drawing. 

“Could I have this?” Atsumu asked, looking at Haru.

“No, it’s my homework!” Haru retorted, frowning. “I’ll get in trouble.”

You could tell Atsumu was about to give one of his infamous pouting faces that you were starting to grow accustomed to.

“But I could draw you another one,” Haru replied, going to grab another piece of paper.

“I’d like that very much.”

As Haru got to work on another drawing for Atsumu, you both went back to sit at the dining table together.

“How would you say your first day of parenting went?” You asked, across from Atsumu.

“I don’t think I’ll ever recover from Haru asking me to watch basketball over volleyball,” Atsumu scoffed. “Do you think he’s already goin’ through his rebellious phase?”

“It’s not the end of the world,” you snorted. Atsumu seemed practically miserable at the idea that Haru preferred the rival sport. You couldn’t imagine what it would be like if Haru declared he wanted to pursue any other activity other than volleyball at school. Knowing Atsumu, he would probably collapse at the idea.

“Ah, I didn’t realize how late it was gettin’,” Atsumu said, looking at the time on the clock on the wall.

“Yeah, I’ll have to get dinner started and Haru to bed soon,” you nodded, the day having flown by before you could even realize.

“I’ll get goin’ then,” Atsumu said, getting up from the table. “But I hope we can do this again soon?”

“Of course, I’d love it if you came around more often.” you replied and Atsumu’s eyes widened.

“Really?” He replied.

“Haru would too! I can already tell he likes being around you–” You quickly added, realizing that you probably seemed too eager for Atsumu to visit again. But it didn’t seem like he minded at all.

“I hope so,” Atsumu chuckled, going to collect his things. “Even if it seems like he doesn’t like my job.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you called over Haru to say goodbye, and the toddler came to the door with a paper scrunched in his hands.

“I drew you!” He announced proudly, presenting Atsumu the picture he had drawn for him. Once again, you noticed he had used the brightest yellow crayon he had in his box to color his hair.

“Thanks, Haru,” Atsumu grinned, going to ruffle his hair and take the picture from him. “I’ll put it on my fridge as soon as I get home.”

He turned back to you, the picture held carefully in his zoo-bandaged hands. It’s adorable, really.

“I’ll see ya around soon, alright?” Atsumu said with a toothy grin.

“Alright,” you replied, your tone softer than you intended.

Haru and you waved goodbye as you watched Atsumu head out of the apartment and down the hallway. Once he was in the privacy of the elevator, he pressed the drawing against his chest, where his heart was busy welling. 

“I’d love it if you came around more often, huh?” He chuckled to himself. He didn't admit to himself he thought about the comment all the way home.

* a little joke at how y/n didn't recognize osamu somehow LMAO, excuse the little logic behind it, it was for plot convenience :)

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[kakuzatos]

my favorite otp dynamics

i. the cool-looking one and the shy one

a.  tenkuubashi shou x gunji akira

b. todoroki shouto x midoriya izuku 

c.  kikuji imari x oniwa asahi (this is a special case, imari is also a bit timid) 

ii. classic introvert and extrovert

a. hasegawa langa x kyan reki 

b.  kannonzaka doppo x izanami hifumi

c. lu guang x cheng xiaoshi

d. aoyagi toya x shinonome akito

iii. the tragic pair who is surely inspired by mitski songs

a. satoru gojo x suguru geto

iv. the overprotective and the rays of sunshine

a.  akemi homura x kaname madoka

b. fushiguro megumi x itadori yuuji

c. eula lawrence x amber 

d. shiraishi an x azusawa kohane

e. gilbert nightray x oz vessalius 

f. kumatani mitsuo x daga iketeru

g.  izumi iori x nanase riku

v. the fed up and the insufferable who might fight  and kiss

a.  hijikata toshirou x sakata gintoki

b. katou haru x kambe daisuke

c. yaguchi yatora x murai yakumo

d. edamura makoto x laurent thierry 

e.  nakahara chuuya x  dazai osamu

f. sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu 

g. mo guan shan x he tian

vi. the powerful lesbians

a. beidou x ningguang

b. ei x yae miko

vii. the chaotic one who almost always cause trouble and the calm one who either watches in horror or watches with heart eyes

a. childe x zhongli 

b. yatou kamui x takasugi shinsuke

c. kwon yuri x lee sunwoo

d. yoshida x denji

i love all of them. 

#otp #lovable idiots #i will die for them

[kazumahashimoto]

IT'S LITTLE BOY'S BIRTHDAY and also haru i guess

#i can't think about kot too hard rn or i'll explode but everypony wish atsumu a happy birthday. haru is on his own #kot #cheer danshi

[collin-thegreat]

Welcome To my blog

I'm Collin, I'm 18, but I'll be turning 19 in May.

just your regular emo, weeb chick.

I update this post anytime i finish a draft

I refuse to interact with Minors and ageless blogs because I don't feel comfortable interacting with these types of blogs they will be blocked as well, my old content may not have mentioned "minors do not interact" but that doesn't mean interact with any of my content if you are one.

I consider minors as below 18

this is a blog about mostly anime, and I will eventually be writing fanfics, one-shots for many anime guys and girls requests are open, as well as brainrots 😝 I take fluff, smut, not big on angst but I will write angst for certain characters, for these guys, girls, and more.

There are characters from some of these below that I will only write platonic and fluff and maybe angst (depending on the character you choose) cuz I don't feel comfortable doing any smut for them cuz I do not see them as someone other than innocent

Jujutsu Kaisen

Gojo Satoru done- birthday drabble Toji Fushiguro Nanami Kento in progress- Nsfw Headcanons Megumi Fushiguro Sukuna Ryomen done- nsfw headcanons Naoyo Zenin Toge Inumaki yuuta Itadori Yuuji Nobara geto Choso Mei Mei Maki Zenin Mai Zenin

Haikyuu

Sakusa Kiyoomi (my mans/daddy) done- sfw headcanons done- NSFW headcanons done- part1 of sakusa birthday one-shot Atsumu Miya (pretty boy #3) Osamu Miya (Better twin) in progress- NSFW Headcannons Kita Shinsuke(pretty boy #4) Suna Rintarou(pretty fox boy) done- NSFW Headcanons done- SFW Headcannons futakuchi Aone Oikawa Tooru(pretty door) Terushima(daddy) Ushijima Wakatoshi(Buff daddy#1) Iwaizumi Hajime(buff daddy #2) in progress- NSFW Headcannons Done- Music Drabble Bokuto Koutoru (buff daddy #3) Daichi (Buff Daddy #4) Yaku done- Music drabble Kuroo Tetsuro(daddy rooster) Done: music drabble Akaashi Keiji (Pretty boy #1) Yamamoto done- Music drabble Kageyama Tobio(Pretty boy #2) Tendou Satori (Kinnie #1) Semi Semi Daishou Lev Sugawara Done- sfw/fluffy headcanons Tsukishima (salt boyo) Kenma done- music drabble shoyo (platonic only. this could change in the future) if you want others request

Naruto

Kakashi itachi sasuke naruto

Fairy tale

gray fullbuster natsu dragoneel rogue sting laxsus Mira Cana Erza Sting cobra/eric lyon gajeel juvia jallal

Obey Me

Lucifer done- sfw headcanons done- nsfw headcanons Diavolo levi mammon Beelzebub done- Nsfw Headcanons belphie barbatos satan solomon asmo simeon luke (PLATONIC ONLY)

Spy x Family

Loid yor

Demon Slayer

Muzan akaza douma tanjiro inosuke shinobu rengoku uzui obanai giyuu zenitsu kanea

Balance Unlimited

Daisuke Haru

Mha

Bakugou not done- sfw headcanons not done- NSFW headcanons Shoto Dabi hawks Aizawa midoriya denki kirishima Overhaul Shinsou twice tamaki monoma Present Mic Tetsutetsu Shindo Sero Ojiro will add more when I get the drafts done❤

attack on titan

Levi Ackerman done- sfw headcanons done- NSFW headcanons Eren Jaegar mikasa Erwin Hanji

bungo stray dogs

Osamu Dazai Chuuya Atsushi Ranpo Akutagawa Doppo

hunter x hunter

Chrollo hisoka illumi feitan gon (platonic only) Killua (Platonic only)

Nijisanji En

Vox Akuma Ike Eveland Ren Zotto done- NSFW headcanons Uki Shu Luca done- clingy reader on period fluff Mysta Aster Sonny Hex Haywire Fulgar Alban Doppio Ver Vanta Claude shoto zali Yugo Kyo(platonic only) the girls are only platonic that's why I didn't put them but I will write anything platonic for the girls

Genshin boys

Zhongli done- NSFW headcanons

Diluc Xiao Neuvillette Wriothesley done- NSFW headcanons razor(Platonic only) albedo kazuha Kaeya Childe Alhaitham Itto Wanderer Kaveh Cyno Gorou(Platonic only) Ayato pantanlone Zandik(Dottore)

Tokyo Ghoul

Ken Kaneki Touka Kirishima Hideyoshi Ayato Kirishima Koutarou if there are more you want just ask

Honkai Star rail Boys

if you have more just DM me and request

blade dan Heng dan heng imbibitor Lunae Gepard Sampo in progress- Nsfw Headcanons Jing Yuan Dr. Ratio Aventurine

Argenti

Luka

Loucha

Welt boothill

Gallagher will add more to this one once I know and figure out their names

#x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #inarizaki #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #attack on titan #daisuke smut #demon slayer #obey me #fairy tail #jjk x reader #vox akuma smut #naruto #bungo stray dogs #my hero academia #anime #ren zotto x reader #hunter x hunter #genshin impact smut #honkai star rail #diluc x reader

[yanderecrazysie]

How was your day? I hope it was great! 😊

A quote help inspire this brainrot and that is “Always the bridesmaid never the bride”.

Now I recently re-read your Unrequited story and got an idea. What if yandere Atsumu miya x best friend reader where Reader has a huge crush on him but Atsumu is a major playboy who don’t see Reader as a woman and thought she was tomboy. Like Reader and Atsumu are best friends and rivals since childhood as Reader is the Star player of the female volleyball. The reader is more on the muscular side and cut her hair short due to it getting in the way of her games. Like reader can keep up with the Male Volleyball team and even competes with the miya twins during practice. Even if reader acts tomboy-ish, she is still straight and actually a romantic at heart and wants to date but because of her general muscular appearance and gruff attitude boys are intimidated by her. Others boys don’t even see her as a woman and the general school thought that she was boy due to her looking like a boy similar to Haru from Ouran HighSchool host club. But the reader has huge crush of Atsumu since they were little but Atsumu is busy playing around with more feminine girls. Atsumu unintentionally ignores Reader’s confession thinking that she’s just joking around and gets into a fling with a girl that is opposite of reader: gentle, slim and beautiful. The reader heartbroken by Atsumu still wishes him a happy relationship and goes to cry for a little while but to her surprise Osamu comforts her and allows her to vent about her feelings and insecurities about her body and how she feels like boys don’t perceive her as woman. After some time, Reader and Osamu began to fall in love due to Osamu being there for reader and treating her the way she wants to be treated but when reader during a victory party gets drunk she unintentionally revealed her old feelings to Atsumu and with tears in her eyes said that she always supported him and wanted to him to see her as a woman but its too late and osamu just picks up the reader to avoid making a scene . How would Atsumu take this and what would he feel seeing that he lost the reader forever and to his own twin brother no less.

Hope you have a wonderful day!

Oooooh this is some good brainrot right here. Atsumu would totally be exactly like this too.

I feel like this turned out really stiff-sounding somehow.

Title: Overlook

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x Reader; non-yandere Miya Osamu x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, masculine female reader, drunk reader

Summary: Atsumu only sees you as one of the boys.

overlook

/verb/

fail to notice (something)

The ball slammed against the floor, shooting back up into the air as the girls’ team cheers. The scoreboard was flipped, showing the numbers 25 to 20.

“Thank you for the game!” the two teams told each other a moment later before breaking up to mingle among each other. 

“Congratulations on the final point,” Osamu cheered, clapping you on the back. You’re glad your childhood friend isn’t a sore loser.

“Girls versus boys, and the girls win- how unfair,” Atsumu, another childhood friend, was less charitable, a defined pout on his face.

“That sounds pretty sexist,” you warned teasingly, “Assuming the boys will win and all.”

Atsumu responded back with an even bigger pout. You laughed, trying to hide the blush from your cheeks as you looked at him. 

A dark-haired boy walked over to stand next to Atsumu. He gave you a bored look for a moment before saying, “I thought you were a boy at first. You know, because of the short hair and muscles.”

A flush spread across your face. You knew that was how most people saw you, but it hurt hearing it directly from someone.

“That’s not very nice, Suna,” Osamu said coldly. You silently thanked him, giving a timid little nod.

Everyone thought you were a boy when they first saw you. It didn’t matter that you were somewhat girly, other than liking sports, it didn’t matter if you wore the girls’ uniform or had a romantic worldview- you weren’t seen as a woman at all.

You supposed it couldn’t be helped too much- your hairstyle was very typical of a boy’s and your figure was not very feminine. You were tall, muscular, and flat-chested.

The coaches of each team blew their whistles and you gathered with your team to hear the critiques from the practice match. You could tell that your coach was proud of you all for winning against the boys and you beamed whenever she praised your strength.

You were the one randomly chosen to stay behind and clean the gym. You didn’t mind at all, it always gave you time to think.

The boys left the gym, all except for Atsumu. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized he must’ve been chosen to stay and clean too! The blush that spread across your face was massive, touching even the tips of your ears, and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

Not a minute later and the two of you were alone together, running around, picking up balls and things that had been left behind. Once you had finished with that, the two of you headed for the janitorial closet to get the brooms.

“Hey, Atsumu,” your heart was pounding in your ears, but you knew this was the time to ask, when you were completely alone for once and not around each other’s teammates.

“What’s up, (Y/n)?” Atsumu asked, grabbing a large broom.

“I… I like you…” You blurted out, “Like… a lot.”

Atsumu immediately laughed, “Same, yer one of my closest friends, I’m almost as close to ya as Osamu.”

“No, that’s not what I mean,” you said frantically, “I mean-”

“Come on, I want to get this over with,” Atsumu whined, slipping past you and placing the broom on the floor, “Stop joking around.”

Your heart sank and tears leapt to your eyes. A strangled “okay” left your lips but you were anything but okay.

You shouldn’t have come to this party. Not if you wanted to keep your sanity.

Nearly the first sight you’d been greeted with was Atsumu making out with some random girl on the couch. The worst part had to be how the girl looked- skinny, feminine, large-breasted, and short. The complete opposite of you was clearly Atsumu’s type.

When Atsumu walked up to you with her on his arm, it’s all you could do to wish them a congratulations. You’re tearful the moment they turn away.

“Are you okay?” A soft voice asked you. You looked over to the source and were surprised to see Osamu standing next to you.

“I’m fine,” the minute the words leave your mouth, you burst into tears. 

Osamu gently led you over to one of the open private rooms and rubbed your back as you sob into your hands. You’re thankful for the comforting motions.

“What’s the matter?” Osamu asked you.

The words spill out of your mouth before you can even think about keeping quiet, “No one sees me as a woman, Osamu. I look like a guy and that’s all everyone thinks of me.”

“I see ya as a woman,” Osamu said quietly, “I always have.”

Before you know it, he’s closing the gap between you both. You allow it to happen, surprised by how soft his lips are as they meet your own. You melt into the kiss as though it were the only thing that mattered.

Three months later, another party rolls around. It’s a celebration for the team going to nationals and you’re there to support Osamu. You’ve drowned at least four drinks by now, and they’re nowhere near light on the alcohol.

You’re stumbling around, nearly blackout drunk at this point, when you run into Atsumu. Your feelings for him have long since faded, replaced by a fondness for his twin, but you can’t stop the words from coming. The alcohol has obliterated your filter.

“You know, I used to have a crush on you,” you giggle drunkenly, “All I wanted was for you to see me as a woman but noooo.”

You sway a little as a hiccup leaves your mouth, and you continue, “But it’s all for the best, right? Now I’ve got someone else, someone better.” A smile spreads across your face as you look across the crowded room to Osamu, who sends a grin back your way. You give a little wave, which almost sends you off-balance in your drunken state.

“I’ve found happiness elsewhere.”

Atsumu stares at you, mind working a mile a minute.

You’d had a crush on him? How hadn’t he noticed? How hadn’t he seen you? 

You looked every bit the part of a woman, decked out in a pretty dress for the party and a little bit of makeup. Yet, Atsumu had never bothered to look at you that way.

Maybe his feelings for you were sparked from the jealousy that his brother had something he didn’t. How dare ‘Samu take you away when you’d liked him first?

Maybe it was the rejection of your previous feelings, the knowledge that you’d moved on, even without him ever knowing you’d liked him in the first place.

As Atsumu watches you nuzzle up to his twin, giving him a peck on the lips, he feels white-hot jealousy course through his veins.

He wonders if he can get you to feel that way about him again.

Even if it hurts his brother in the process.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere x reader #haikyuu!! #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere atsumu #miya atsumu

[moonsbijoutoo]

Hinata Sora

15

Shoyou’s actual twin with Kenma’s eye color. Smart but chaotic, like really chaotic. Smol. Best friend’s with Akio and Keisuke. He and Toshiyo are good friends too, if he feels too much like a third wheel around Akio and Keisuke he’ll drag Toshiyo into the mix whenever he can. Has a little sister named Kotori. They are bubbly and he and his sister are the light of their parents' eyes. As oblivious as his parents can be about romance, he inherited the same trait and he doesn’t know Ushijimaten is crushing on him hard. The only rebellious thing he ever did in his life was randomly get his ears pierced with his three best friends to which it was Akio’s idea. Loves gaming but isn’t as good as Kenma lol but his imagination is as active as both his parents. Games with Ten too who is way better than him for no good reason. Is smart but Akio often has to remind him to use his brain.

Kuroo Akio

14

Tol emo angel that’s usually the smartest person in the room but lowkey, lowkey has a temper. Has Kei’s features like hair and eye color but a mix of his parent’s looks. Wears glasses but always forgets them, only remembers to bring them if Sora or his parents mention it but most of the time barely listens to his parents. Has strong feelings for Keisuke he just hasn’t decided if they’re positive or negative yet tho they’re bros.

Kageyama Toshiyo

14

Shy and reserved, between Sora and Akio’s heights. Dark hair like Kageyama and eyes like Tadashi and freckles. Friends with Sora only so he claims. Has 99 problems and Haru is like 75% of them.

Bokuto Keisuke

16

Newly 16 tho lol. Has Kou’s wild dual colored hair and Keiji’s eyes. Akio is his best bro and he’s really close with Sora too. He and Akio dance around eachother as Sora puts it. Has messy hair to his shoulders and refuses to get a haircut. Heart of gold, head empty tho. Drags Akio into social situations, likes gaming as much as Sora.

Sawamura Himawari

16

Has Suga’s soft features and hair color but Daichi’s eyes. Manages karasuno's boys volleyball team. She’s tired of the boys wanting more girl friends. Her and her siblings are her parents’ world. Has a crush on Akio’s sister she thinks no one knows about.

Ushijima Ten

16

Looks a lot like Ushijima but can have Tendou’s wild side when it comes to Sora. Has a smol crush on him everyone but him knows about. Is naturally good at anything he tries and shows Sora how to game better. Shinji’s his best friend that encouraged him to spend more time with his crush through online gaming.

Iwaizumi Haru

15

Looks like Oikawa but has dark hair like Iwa, has a tol crush on Toshiyo. Has dual extroverted personalities that neither of his parents can quite attribute to themselves exactly.

Shirabu Shinji

14

Looks a lot like Semi with his features but is a prodigy but lazy. He can be as sassy as Shirabu on the rare occasions he’s pissed off tho. Ten is the only person he knows that he hasn’t clashed with at one point probably also because Ten is rarely if ever bothered enough to care. Clashes with Haru whenever they are in close proximity of each other. Also has a problem with Miya Yukio but doesn’t know it’s just because he’s crushing on him. Can always tell the difference between him and his twin and the fake triplet cousin.

Sakusa Ame

16

Calm Ambivert who is mostly unaffected by the thought of germs but feels closer to his uncles and cousins than his sibling and parents because he feels he saw them less growing up. Looks more like Atsumu and can get mistaken as a triplet to his twin cousins. Good friends with Sora and Keisuke.

Miya Yukio

15

Him and his twin Yushiro take after Osamu and their uncle heavily in looks along with their cousin Ame. It almost scares the adults. Is cocky when he’s annoyed, reserved and intelligent. Gets along with Sora and Keisuke surprisingly well. Clashes with Shinji in one sided beef on Shinji’s part.

#was tired of not seeing a silly next gen haikyuu cast with Kenhina so I made up one myself lol #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #Kenhina #kurotsuki #bokuaka #semishira #osasuna #might make some kind of fic about them idk even if it’s a text story I like to watch on YouTube but on ao3 lol #this is what haikyuu has done to me #sakuatsu #iwaoi #ushiten #daisuga #the rich rich Kenhina’s babies are lol #don’t even know the ship name for kage and yams so I won’t make one up lol #it’s so interesting how twins can make cousins that also happen to look like twins lol #suna really wonders how both the twins’ genes dominated his and sakusa’s lol for cousins to look like triplets #tho his babies have his eyes…sort of lol #later on….Akio: *carries Sora bridal style dumping him into Ten’s arms* I believe THIS belongs to you #Ten:*accepts his boyfriend and whatever chaos he caused to befall on his dear friend* ah so it was your turn Kuroo-san? wasn’t sure #of it would be you or the other two 🥱 let’s go babe #Sora came up with the nickname Bokei for Keisuke and it caught on at this point only his family and Akio still call him Keisuke and he’s #really caught off guard if anyone outside of them does it akaashi and kou thinks it’s the cutest nickname in the world tho #Shinji: whenever I think of you I gag a little more each time #Yukio: Really? I don’t think of you at all #Ame: *thinking to himself* my cousin is really good at lying through his teeth surprisingly