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#Haikyuu Tsumu
wolfbetweenrivers · 2 years
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Favorite member of Inarizaki: Atsumu Miya. I really like him and his dynamic with Osamu.
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I could really use the support right now as I’m currently going through a rough patch
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reineydraws · 6 months
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i googled twin tshirts for these clowns' birthday and found a funny set 😂
sending a good hbd to my fave fictional twins 🎂🎂🎂
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akiisks · 1 month
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front & back 🙏
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lowkeyremi · 4 months
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when your boyfriend atsumu meets your best friend oikawa it does NOT go well.
you would think their personalities are similar so they'd get a long.
but oh how wrong that was. their egos are both huge so it's like two male peacocks fighting for dominance.
"well they're MY best friend. i met them before you even did! also your dye job is horrendous." oikawa would say to tsumu and he's not even phased because everyone always has something to say about his hair.
"I don't wanna to hear anythin' from someone who didn't make it to nationals at all in high school!!" atsumu would bite back because he plays dirty.
"tsumu! why would you say that??" you're behind atsumu not trying to get into the argument but that was such a low blow you just had to say something.
oikawa would just laugh with venom in his tone, "i bet they didn't tell you I was their first kiss, huh?" oikawa's arms are crossed and he's smiling like a villain.
atsumu whips his head around to look at you, "baby is that true??" shit. there's that pout of his.
"well.. yeah but like we were just trying things out back then... uh it was before i even met you tsumu." you respond nervously.
"i'm so sorry ya had to kiss such 'n ugly person, baby." your eyes about pop out of your skull.
"atsumu stop! babe this is just-"
"they didn't seem to think i was too ugly because they leaned in for another kiss afterward and it turned into a hot make out sesh." the memories come flooding back into your brain of the time you had made out with your best friend.
atsumu is seeing red now, "shut yer trap! they're with me and they love my kisses wayyyy more than yers which is why we're dating and yer just the best friend."
rest assured iwaizumi had finally come back from the bathroom and split the two apart.
"quit it you knuckle heads!! you clearly have a type, why'd you have to go for the snotty obnoxious guys??" he asks you with a roll of his eyes. he's also in the middle of them to keep a fight from breaking out not that you think they'd get physical. both are capable of leaving someone mentally damaged.
"i have no clue iwa, but thank you. let's go atsumu, you're not getting out of this one. i'll call you later, toru!" you drag atsumu by his arm and he's muttering nonsense about hating oikawa.
a/n: i based this off of this :3
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natdu · 11 months
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Hi! I don't know if you are still taking requests, but if it's so, can we please get an Atsumu x reader one shot, specifically, a one shot where Atsumu is scared of commitment, and reader just wants to get married, and due to Atsumu's fear of commitment, she wants to break up. Then he regrets later and tries to win back reader, realising that deep in his heart, he cannot live without her.
I'll leave the ending to you^^!
Hiiii I'm still taking them yes!
Anon? Anon? Did ya get on my brain or something? Hooooly moly this plot is so good let me kiss your mind smooch~
Pairing: Timeskip! Atsumu x Fem reader
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort
Warnings & content: grammar - Atsumu has an avoidant/anxious attachment style lol - overthinker reader- petnames - Reader owns 2 cats - Sometimes it's not about the screams, it's about what your words mean
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He used to get into problems because of his "Big mouth" (Osamu's words, not his)
Being harsh on someone from the team "whatever"
Lying on Aran's or Samu's face (usually little things tho, like pudding)
Or right now, when after his girlfriend of 2 years showed him a video of a wedding dance and he dismissed it as:
"A pretentious celebration, don' understan' whats the fret about it"
"Well we are not dancers but still it is fun, don't you think Tsumu?"
"Ah 'm talkin' 'bout the wedding"
A needle falling could be heard after that butch of information
"Uh what?"
He just looked at you with an almost bored expression
"I'm not cut for that pretty, all that married lifestyle an' stuff 's just..... Boring fer me"
Your mood obviously shifted drastically. Of course, you weren't expecting that the man you love with all your heart and soul would overrule something you showed interest in such a cold way
"So what you are saying is..... You don't wanna marry me?"
He shifted his gaze from his phone to your face, cringing a little at your pretty obvious disgruntled expression
"We don't know what will happen tomorrow doll we jus' better enjoy our time now"
The shock travelling through your body made you shiver.
"'m jus' sayin'... Ya kinda lose some freedom when ya get married. It's complicated"
You opened your mouth but there was no sound going out of it. You really really didn't expect the evening to turn like this
Then there was set an uncomfortable silence
"Angel?"
"I'm sleepy Tsumu, goodnight"
The bed felt colder even when an hour later he joined you to bed. His arm circling your waist not representing the same love you thought about
The next morning he left with a kiss onto your forehead, an "I love you" and a promise to come back for dinner
It was a custom at this point in your relationship, but this time it felt fake
Why was he still with you if there was no prospect of the future?
Was wanting a wedding too much? Did he plan on to leave you at some point of your life?
The dampness in the pillow signaled you to get up and get ready for the day
For some people it would be dumb or insignificant. A wedding only being a legal paper, a contract, a figure, something done out of selfishness to secure an income or stuff like that
But for you, it was almost your dream since you were little. Glimpses of white, with little brown and gold details, maybe your pet as the ring bearer, and your future husband in all his glory smiling or even crying at the sight of you, like a princess out of a fairy tale. Vows evoking eternal love, promises of care and devotion. A signal of how much you loved that person.
Now that image was not going to be filled with Atsumu's figure nor your cats.
The pang on your chest made your eyes fill with tears again. You had never thought Atsumu would have such an strong opinion about marriage, to think that you two were not on the same page pained you to the brim to the point you had to sit down
You wanted to be selfless, you did. But what would possibly be holding him back that much? Wouldn't he even agree to a civil wedding?
"(...) all that married lifestyle an' stuff 's just….. Boring fer me"
It wouldn't be a lot more different to what you had now... Did that mean that he was bored now?
"Ya kinda lose some freedom when ya get married"
Were you that type of girlfriend tho? A controlling one? No, you were sure about that, so what type of freedom was he talking about?
Your thoughts weren't taking you anywhere, but you were sure about something
You didn't have a future with Atsumu
Meanwhile, on the MSBY's gym, a very restless Atsumu was trying his best to not let his personal life affect his work
But how could he not? When you, the girl he loved so much it hurt, asked for marriage
It's not like he despised the celebration itself, but to him it meant a big step he wasn't ready to take. No now, probably never
Why would you want to change what you had until now? The fact that you seemed so hopeful about it pulled the strings on his heart.
If he was honest with himself he kind of knew this conversation was to come soon. You were watching even more romantic shows that involved characters with healty depictions of marriage instead of the usual comic gag
Or sometimes caressing his ring finger
Still, he wasn't ready. So he hoped he could work things out, you always found the way to do it and while he was terrified of the long term feeling, he just knew he loved you and that was enough
Or so he said to himself
"I know you have a loud mouth but you could have word it in another way Miya"
"I panicked Omi ok?!"
Of course Sakusa noticed the change on his team mate and Atsumu felt he had to talk about it to someone. The raven haired man being his best option so he let all the story out
Sakusa sighed and finished packing his stuff
"I'm just saying Miya, usually this type of disagreements don't end fine"
"Are ya trying to cheer me up or make me feel like garbage?"
"Your words, not mine"
Atsumu could only look at his friend with a mix of a frown and a pout
"I'm surely not the one to tell you this but.... What are you so afraid of?" And like that, the curly man went out of his sight
Atsumu was left sitting on a bench fiddling with his fingers, wondering and thinking about it
While his parents marriage ended in divorce it didn't end bad, they actually did a good job Co parenting the twins.
His dad had shared that they simply felt out of love after so many years, so there was this lingering fear of "Maybe things aren't meant to be forever even if they are really good" What if that happened to him too?
He was sured he loved you, the butterflies in his tummy and the lovesick glances he pulled everytime you looked at his direction were proof of it.
But, what if?
He wanted to be happy as long as life could let him be
He sighed once again this time against your shared apartment, a weak smile forming into his lips watching the "welcome" cloud shaped rug you had insisted to buy the last trip to the supermarket
His nerves were eating his heart out but he knew it wouldn't be intelligent to run away to Osamu just like he did whe he was little. He wanted to properly apologise and show you clearly his fears (maybe he should start going to that therapy Bokuto was talking the other day)
"Angel I'm home!"
Total silence
Huh? That was weird? You always had music even if you were working in your laptop
Maybe you were taking a nap, sure
"Doll?"
He almost got a heart attack when he opened the door of your bedroom and found you siting on the edge of the bed
"Jesus Christ baby! Ya were as quite as a mouse oh my God"
While he clutched his shirt over his chest he noticed you hadn't answered to him. Worried he looked at you and man, he swore his heart skipped a beat
You were wearing your prettiest clothes, something you only wore in his or your birthdays. Something reserved to memorable occasions
But your composure lacked that welcoming and prideful aura you would carry in that outfit. Your smile was rigid, your posture almost as if you weren't welcomed.
He cringed internally trying to decode your demeanor
"Baby yer scaring me...."
"I wanna go out today if that's OK with you?"
"Eh?"
Your voice, soft and gentle. But not like you talked to a frightened animal, no. It was the tone you used when you don't want to upset a beast
His heart wrenched in his chest. You had never spoke to him like that
"'Course I want ta, W-whats the occasion?"
He didn't like how thick the air was becoming. How it was like all of his senses were prepared for the worst
"Just because" You laughed softly and kinda dry
He tried looking at your eyes, but your glance moved from one thing of the room to another, evading him
"OK, I'll be ready in a minute, wait fer me"
When he cleaned and dressed himself up you went out. He tried holding your hand several times while walking, but you avoided it
His chest felt constricted and he tried and tried until you finally held his pinky with yours. But the touch was barely there and honestly? It was killing him
You dined at you both favourite restaurant. Not too fancy not too "family inn". And it was your place, a fact that was making him feel even worse
And it wasn't better for you, your apettie was in the floor and you ate for the sake of your stomach, not having the energy to eat anything at all through the day.
At the end, he knew something was definitely up when you skipped dessert. Your most favourite one only being made in this place. He had to do something and he had to do it now
He proceed to pay the bill against your wide opened eyes and took you out. This time holding your hand entirely with his, taking you back home
It was at the stairs you halted and he let go of your hand, missing its warm
"What's on yer mind doll, please...."
He looked back at you and his breath hitched when he saw your uncommon impassible face with big tears running down your cheeks
But what made it worse, and what made him dizzy was the sentence that went out of your now wobbling lips
"This is the night I'm letting you free 'Tsumu"
"W-what?" his own voice turning shaky and breathy
"I kinda wanted to be selfish and spend a last night with you"
You had to take a deep breath, hiccups making your speech a tad bit difficult to deliver
"I just wanted to be with you a last time"
Last
Last
"I love you Atsumu, but we don't.... We don't have the same goal, we don't have the same mindset" You smiled weakly at him while he just looked at you in shock
You could almost swear there were a bunch of tears forming on his eyes
"And it's ok really but... B-but" You couldn't help the whine that came out, your pain, sadness, and everything else being put on a silver plate for your lover to see
"I just can't do this if I know you won't love me same as I do"
"I LOVE YOU!"
You gasped and flinched at the sudden raise of his voice. But more than anger there was desperation and grief into it
"I love you so so much its insane and I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry"
He was almost full on wailing like a child, just like when they're taken away form their parents on the first school day
Or how he cried when his dad went out of the door
"I'm terrified ya know? Terrified that all of this we've been living is just meant to end and I just-"
He looked up trying to stop the tears, unsuccessfully
"I don't think weddings are dumb or that I would lose something. But I'm so so afraid of what will happen if we settle down"
You were surprised of yourself when you cradled him into your arms. His own circling your waist immediately and holding you as if you were to disappear at any second
"What if you go away someday? What if I go away? What if this is just some cruel destiny's game?!"
His mind was fuzzy, feeling that your departure was seconds away stirred his fight or flight response
If his time with you was meant to end he didn't want it to be now, the overcrushing feeling of losing you now was greater than his fear of compromise
Right now, he was convinced he needed you more than oxygen, more than the sun, more than his own life
"Tsumu"
"But Please stay, don't leave. I don't ever want to have last things with you. At this point I don't even care"
When he looked at your eyes you could sense all of his renowned devotion
"I hurt ya and you suffered because of that. I swear it won't happen again.... Promise..."
After several minutes you both could only try to control your shaky breaths, dry the remaining tears and hold each other
"Marry me...."
"What?"
He pulled away, giving you just enough space to see directly at him
"Marry me....not right now but I..... I can only think of how miserable our life's are without each other and why would I mess up all we've done, all we've lived over a fear I can work on....."
Your eyes watered once again
"I don't wanna impose-"
"Yer not imposing..... I decide I wanna do this"
The strength of his arms were finally giving you the confort they meant to be
"If yer willing to be with this.... Broken piece of man..... Please stay by ma side"
He held your face with delicacy, as if you were the most delicate gem
And for your delight, you now recognised your beloved stare
"I wanna give myself to ya, make ya happy"
"Cuz you're definitely worth the try"
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Not my brain fully functioning to do this instead of my grade paper
Writing angst for Tsumu is soooo satisfying as I said before. This was probably my fav rq until now (prob cuz I'm happy with the result)
Hope you like it! 💙
Natdu
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noosayog · 10 months
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wc: 500
content/warnings: arguing, slamming doors, angst, cheating(?)
part 5. directory here.
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"Hold on," you hear him chasing after you. You pick up the pace, sidestepping rowdy groups and the wall of Atsumu's teammates.
You’re able to get to your door, fumbling with the keys. You’re yanking the door open when he catches up. 
"Just hold on one fuckin' second," he says when he grabs ahold of your arm with enough force to topple you backwards. 
"What, Atsumu? Just let me go!" You're mortified to find hot tears welling up. You forcefully shake his hands off to press the heel of your palm against the offending eye.
"You're misunderstanding the situation," he starts.
"Misunderstanding?" you parrot.
"Yeah, just let me explain." He presses, stepping all up into your personal space.
"Fine then," you yell back. "Let's hear this explanation."
"We didn't, I didn't do anything."
You remain quiet, expecting more, but that's all Atsumu seems to have to say. That was the extent of his explanation. You kick yourself for even expecting anything more out of someone like him.
"So what," you grit out, lowly, slowly. "After a series of incidents in which you played no role in, you found yourself in bed, a girl sitting on your lap, making out with you? You did nothing and it all just happened?"
"Well, I-"
"Save it, Atsumu. And get the fuck off of me."
"Just hear me out-"
"I did. And you had nothing. So go away. Go away and stay the fuck away." The sheer volume and force of your words push him further from your door until it takes one final shove to push him out the door and out of your space. You slam the door and bolt every lock shut.
Outside, Atsumu slams his fist frustratedly at the door.
"Fuck!" you hear him yell.
You beeline straight to the bathroom to wipe the stupid glitter you have on your eyes, blush you have on your cheeks, and gloss you have on your lips. A sick part of you thinks that despite that whole fiasco, Atsumu never even made a comment about how you looked. You scrub harder until your cheeks and eyelids turn red, then dive straight under the covers. The tears are falling freely now and you press your face into your comforter to muffle the sobs, knowing that if they are even a decibel louder, Atsumu could probably hear them through the walls.
You can't help but replay the scene in your mind. Seeing Atsumu and someone else lock lips on his bed, the very same one he had pried some of your most closely held secrets in late night conversations on, made you sick. Did he even notice that you owned that same top that girl was wearing? The same one that he had badgered you about wearing on your official first date? The one that you mustered all your courage up to wear for him when you decided you could trust him? The mix of tears and snot stain your blanket and the sniffles become convulsions when you feel the bile rising up in your throat. You throw your covers off and run to the toilet to vomit the contents of your stomach out, wondering how it could be possible that him breaking your heart could hurt you more than when he gave you a concussion.
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emmyrosee · 1 year
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“How did you get in my house?”
Your voice is anything but surprised to see the familiar intruder to your home, your eyes rolling into your skull as the one and only Atsumu Miya stands, happily, casually, in front of the fridge with his lips tucked into the spout of strawberry milk.
“You gave me a key, ‘member?” He hums, putting the milk away and closing the door. “Me and ‘Samu, for emergencies.”
“No, I gave you both a key to water my plants,” you grumble, tossing your own keys on the table and clutching the small bag in your hand closer to your chest. “Besides, I don’t know if craving strawberry milk classifies as an ‘emergency’.” Your protection over the bag only makes him tilt his head in interest, and you hate how cute you find the action. “What’re you looking at?”
“What’s in the bag?” He asks, pointing rudely at the pink bag in your grasp. “I thought we were going shopping together this weekend.”
“We are,” you say, voice lacking confidence. “But I needed… something for tomorrow night.”
“Like what?”
You feel your temple throb at his persistence, “‘Tsumu, don’t you have someone else to bother?”
“Not until practice tomorrow.”
“Well can you go bother your brother?”
“Your boyfriend told me to scram so he could plan out the menu for your date tomorrow night, try again.”
“Dear god,” you snarl, but you shake your head and plant a kiss to his cheek, watching him smile happily at the simple affection, “fine, you know where the snacks are, just… just give me like. 15 minutes, I need to call Rintaro.”
“Oo!” He says eagerly, “can I come! I haven’t talked to Suna in a while!”
“Absolutely not,” you answer promptly, and Atsumu deflates. “You, sit and stay. I just need his opinion on something.”
“Woah woah woah!” Atsumu interjects, watching you in betrayal.
“What?” You scoff, a brow cocking at his audacity and arms crossing over your chest. He looks at you incredulously, “uh, I don’t know; don’t you want my opinion on it?”
“Not really,” you deadpan, and this clearly doesn’t sit well with the blonde twin, as he scoffs and throws his head back, pawing at you and the bags dejectedly.
“Come on, I’m your best friend!” Atsumu whines, smiling hopefully. “Doesn’t my opinion matter to ya? Especially if it’s got somethin’ to do with your date with ‘Samu. Ain’t I the one to ask?”
The way your upper lip snarls makes Atsumu flinch back, but you know the brother of Osamu goddamned Miya is not about to backdown from your secrecy, so- against your better judgement, perhaps- you cave.
“Oh, yes, okay,” you clear your throat and reach in the bag to pull out the two sets of lingerie, blinking innocent at the bottle blonde whose eyes nearly bug from his skull. “Best friend, which one of these do you think would make me look hotter, so your twin brother would want to plow me?”
His jaw moves, but no sound comes out as you raise your brow expectantly. A smirk spreads over your lips as honey-colored eyes shift from one fabric to the other, and finally he clears his throat and plops back down on your couch. His cheeks are scarlet and he’s doing all he can to avoid your gaze, and it fills you with joy to know you’ve won this one.
“The blue one…” he mumbles shyly.
You quirk your jaw at him dominantly, “that’s what I thought, Miya.”
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dira333 · 6 months
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Roommates - Atsumu Miya x reader
From my Haikyuu Request game - requested by D.
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Atsumu is already in the kitchen when you come home.
“Samu?” You yell through the apartment. “Your brother is eating my snacks again!”
“There’s no name on it!” Atsumu cuts in before Osamu can interject. “I checked.”
“Yeah, but you can’t read.” You drop your stuff on the kitchen counter and squint at the package in his hand.
“Never mind, that’s Samu’s.”
“Told you!” Atsumu gloats right until you smack him in the head with a packet of ground coffee.
“Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there.”
He mutters and grumbles but he stays where he is, chewing down the expensive cheese crackers Osamu seems to buy in builk.
You keep pretending he’s not here, knowing you’ll just lose your temper the second he makes you open your mouth. 
That strategy has been working well the last few months and if you can keep making it work you won’t have to find a different apartment to move into.
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Atsumu is lounging on the Couch when you come back from jogging, sweat dripping in your eyes as you lean down to untie your shoes.
“Damn, you go out like that?” He asks and you fling your sweat-soaked towel at him, sucking in a smile when he shrieks in disgust.
“Don’t you have training to be at?” You ask, proud of your even tone.
“Got sent home because I kept throwing up.” He moans and you turn on your heel to glare at him.
“And you come here?”
“Yeah?” His voice comes out whiney and child-like. “It’s not like I can go home to my mom, that’s too far away.”
You decide to leave him on the couch, far away from you. 
Getting sick is the last thing you need right now. 
But you text Samu in the privacy of the bathroom, chewing your lip as you wait for his answer.
With all the fighting the boys have going on, you’ve picked up right away that they do care for each other, just in their own way.
By the time you’re out of the shower, Samu’s in the kitchen cooking something and Atsumu is curled up on the couch, a hot water bottle pressed against his middle.
“I’m out.” You tell Samu quietly, eyeing the bundle on the couch. “You need anything?”
“Can you get me the lecture notes from today? You know Sazama, she can give them to you.”
“Ooh, Sazama.” You wink at him. “I’ll be sure to mention that you’re still single.”
“Stop that.” Samu moves to hit your shoulder playfully but you step out of the way, content to see the blush on his cheeks. You knew it.
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Atsumu’s pretending that he’s not in your room and you’re getting sick of it.
“You know you’re not allowed in here.” You remind him from where you’re sitting at your desk, typing furiously as you try and finish that train wreck of an assignment.
“I’m not ‘in here’.” He emphasizes from where’s standing in the open door. You can see his reflection in the window if you squint and his left foot is clearly overstepping into your room.
“You are. You’re just exploiting the fact that I can’t get up right now to close the door.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He whistles a tune, leaning further into the doorframe.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
“No.”
You bite your tongue when your mind supplies another question. You don’t have time for this.
You manage to lose yourself to your focus but his voice pulls you out of it again.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“What?” You almost flinch at the sound behind you. “Sorry, what did you say?”
The look on his face is something you haven’t seen on him before. He pushes himself off the doorframe before you can place it. 
“I’ll get you some water.”
“Uh, thank you?” You start before realizing that he’s going to use it as a ploy to step further into your room, the only space in the apartment you’ve managed to keep away from him - so far.
“Wait, I’ll get it myself.” You rush after him.
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You’re not surprised to have one of the twins turn up in your room at their own birthday party. You’re just surprised it’s Atsumu.
“You’re reading?” He asks as the door of your room clicks shut behind him and he sags into your desk chair.
“Yep.” You turn a page, deciding that you can be civil for a day and not throw him out.
“What’s it about?”
“It’s for Class but it’s kinda interesting.” You take a sip of your water but his eyes stay locked onto you. Okay, that’s weird.
You clear your throat awkwardly and try to summarize the book, only to stop in the middle of your sentence.
“Okay.” You say and lower your book further to glare at him. “Spill. What’s going on with you?”
He shrugs. “Nothing.”
“Don’t give me that shit. You’re the social butterfly in this household. Why are you not with the others?”
“Can’t just come and check in on you?”
“It’s your birthday party, Atsumu.”
“Why do you never call me by my nickname?” The question comes out of left-field and you’re left gaping at him for a moment before you can form a single word.
“What?”
“You call Samu Samu and Suna is Rin. And just now you called Captain Shin. But you always call me Atsumu.”
“Shin’s my cousin.” You remind him and he rolls his eyes.
“That’s not what I was getting at.” 
Yeah. You know that. You just don’t want to think about it.
“Will you go back to the party if I come with you?” There’s that thing again, moving over his face like a shadow, too fast to decipher. But he nods and gets up, stretching his hand out to help you out of bed.
“Pajamas good enough for your party?” You joke.
“Seriously? I’m afraid you don’t have anything better in your closet anyway.”
He ducks out of your reach just in time.
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Tsumu is sitting in front of your apartment door, when you get home, head hanging low.
You don’t have to text Samu, you already know the score. MSBY lost and you don’t know what’s worse for him. Losing or losing by an inch, knowing he could have won.
“Hey.” You tap his boots with your own. “I was going to watch that awful movie you’ve kept talking about. Want to watch it with me and make it more bearable with your commentary?”
He looks tired and spent when he raises his head but he nods.
You stretch out your hand for him and he eyes it for a moment before taking it, allowing you to pull him up.
He’s quiet when you prep the snacks, always two steps behind you in the kitchen.
On a different day, you’d yell at him for it, tell him to at least get the drinks ready. But not today.
He settles heavily on the couch, his knee knocking into yours as you make yourself comfortable.
You pull a blanket over your lap and pretend that this is fine. Everything is fine.
Five minutes into the movie his head falls heavy onto your shoulders and you let out a sigh that’s been caught in your chest for months now.
In two hours Samu is going to be home.
In four hours you’ll go to bed and pretend that everything is fine. That you don’t care at all about Tsumu sleeping on the couch, heartbroken and tired after a loss.
Something slips in your chest as if a dislocated joint finally finds its home again, and you dig your elbow into Tsumu’s side.
“What?” He grumbles and you swallow what’s left of the knot in your throat.
“Get up. You can sleep in my bed.”
“What?”
“I won’t offer again.” 
You know you’re fighting a losing battle the moment he slips under your covers like he’s always been supposed to be there.
You know you’ve already lost when he curls around your side, his head on your shoulder, his arm a heavy weight across your stomach.
It feels like this is how it’s supposed to be.
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Tsumu’s in your bed when you wake up, unfairly long lashes fluttering over sunkissed cheeks, nose crunched up in his sleep.
You turn slowly, partly to protect your poor heart from this sight so early in the morning, partly to get your phone.
You’ve got two messages from Samu.
“Hey, I know Tsumu was here but I can’t reach him. How was he when he left?”
The other, sent twenty minutes later, has your cheeks aflame.
“His shoes are still here? I think I’ll steer clear of your room tonight.”
You press your phone to your chest, too embarrassed to think of a response, knowing you’ll come face-to-face with him soon anyway. 
Movement to your left pulls your attention back to the situation at hand.
Tsumu’s blinking at you.
Like this, in the early morning light, he looks like innocence personified. 
He looks like Sunshine and easy laughter, like dancing in the rain.
He looks like someone who could break your heart and you’d let him do it.
That’s why you pull away, push yourself to the edge of the bed to get out, away, before this mess can get any messier.
His hand catches yours before you can, though.
“Stay.” He asks.
“Tsumu.” You plead. 
You can hear the smile on his lips when he speaks.
“You’re calling me Tsumu.”
You shrug, cradling your heart in your hand, your back towards him to protect what’s left of it.
“Could you love me?” He asks, voice low and soft. “Like, not right now, I know that’s not possible, but, in the future? Is there a chance you could like me at least? I mean you’ve let me sleep in here and I know I’m a mess but-”
“I already love you.” Your voice is so quiet you hope he hasn’t heard you. But his grip on your hand tightens and you know he didn’t miss a word.
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Tsumu is already in the kitchen when you come home.
You raise an eyebrow at him. “Are you eating my snacks again?!”
“They’re Samu’s!” Atsumu grins at you from across the counter, cheeky and undeterred. “I checked.”
“I heard that!” Samu yells from the living room. “Give them back.”
“Come and get them.” Tsumu taunts as he leans forward to kiss you. You block him with a hand on his chest.
“Not the cheese crackers, Tsum. They smell so bad.”
“But baby!” He whines. “I want a kiss!”
“Brush your teeth first, then we’re talking.” You tell him flatly and he pouts before dropping the crackers and leaving for the bathroom.
You get back to putting the food away, grinning at Samu when he steps into the kitchen, an impressed look on his face.
“I never thought that would work.”
“Well, your cheese crackers are safe. Now keep your end of the deal.”
“Fine.” He huffs and grabs the opened bag of crackers from the counter. “Apartment is yours till tomorrow. Onigiri are already in the fridge.” 
You roll your eyes at him. "We could order Pizza. Tsumu will survive without your food for one day."
"Tsumu can what?" Strong arms wrapped themselves around you and pulled you back into your boyfriend, his minty fresh breath ghosting over your face as he put his head on your shoulder.
He eyed his brother.
"What are you still doing here? Don't you have a Date with Sazami?"
"It's my apartment too, you know!" Samu grumbled but he did not sound half as mad as he could get.
“Bye Samu. Stay away Samu.”
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kazumist · 11 months
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“my lips are getting dry lately.”
he looked at your lips to check how dry they were, and you were right; they were very dry. a thought pops into his head, and he tries to hold back his laugh.
“do you know what that means?” he then asks.
“uhm, no?” confusion laced your tone as you tilted your head sideward.
“having dry lips means you need a kiss.”
it took you a few seconds to process what he said before you smacked his head, making him yell at the sudden pain.
maybe next time, he'll get a chance.
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heizou, CHILDE, and kaeya.
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summer-may · 1 year
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husband!atsumu is petty when you fight. he will pull no stops to make sure you talk to him. he knows how stubborn you are, so he will get ready to do elementary shit.
he will tighten all the jars, put your favorite cups on the top shelf, hide the pans, hell, he'll even hide your go to eyeliner and mascara. lmao. he'll then wait because he knows you'll try your best but then yell begrudgingly for him to help.
as you go to the kitchen to make dinner, you ignore atsumu sitting on the couch and put the pan on the stove. as you take out all the ingredients and try opening the lid of the sauce, you for the life of you cannot seem to open it. can't open another sauce jar too. hmm. that seems weird, huh.
you narrow your eyes and duck out of the kitchen to look at atsumu and see him turn around in a hurry.
"miya!" you yell, stomping towards him.
"yes, honey?" he asks sweetly, a look of absolute innocence on his face.
"did you screw on the lids super tight?" you shake the said evidence in front of his face, "every freaking jar?!"
the twinkle in his eye returned, and he was trying so hard to not smile. he really wanted to grin so bad. "i would never, i say never do such a thing!"
you knew he was lying, brat. but the annoyance was dissipating due to how excited he was when you came to talk to him. it didn't matter to him that you came to yell, but just that you finally started talking to him.
and the fight was stupid anyway, so the fact that you were going to make dinner to apologise and makeup with him was in line with what was going on now.
you couldn't hold the small smile that came onto your face, "you're an ass, you know that right?"
his arms go around your waist and pulls you on his lap, "i know, but i'm your one and only ass, that loves you very, very much."
you drop the sauce jar on the couch and hold his face in your hand making him pout, "i love you very, very much," and give him small pecks as you speak. "dork."
atsumu shakes your hand off and holds onto your neck to give you a kiss that melts your brain and makes you breathless. "missed holding you, baby."
you didn't know you could love this man more, but you were melting at this point, you cuddled up into his chest while kissing him.
"it's literally been a hour, honey."
"and?" he quips, his smile sweet and hands now moving the usual path along your body. "sixty minutes knowing you are angry with me is torture, baby."
the jar, the fight, the annoyance all gone. and now just you and your husband loving each other remaining in your house.
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lovelyunholyc · 1 year
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he feels a little silly sometimes, always staying at your place instead of having you over at his.
atsumu can't remember exactly when yours started feeling more like home, and his more like somewhere he needs to stay sometimes when you're busy and he needs to work, too. he makes the excuse that your bed is bigger and more comfortable, with your "hundreds" of pillows and soft, soft blankets (he wonders how he'd ever fit comfortably in his own bed alone all this time, much less entertained others, not that anyone before you could be compared - it feels too lonely now, anyway, on the nights he's relegated to needing to sleep alone in it) but he doesn't think it matters in the end, because any free time he has, he's at your doorstep, usually with a snack, treats from his brother, or your favorite drink.
he thinks he falls in love with you all over again when you decide to give him his own key.
atsumu crushes you in his embrace, needs you to breathlessly shriek at him that you can hardly breathe to remind him of his strength. he settles for peppering kisses all across your face and jaw and neck until you're pushing him away playfully, laughing, an irresistible tinge to your skin, glowing with love. he assumes he looks the same, he feels it blooming deep in his chest and hopes you can see it just as plainly on his face, every facet of his being.
"you in love with me or something?" you can't help but tease, though the answer is plain as day, carved into his handsome features and sparkling in his eyes.
"very much so," he replies anyway, beaming at you, then the tiny cut of metal in the palm of his hand that he thinks he'll cherish forever, long after you've moved out and he's put you both in an even bigger space - a shared one, officially. the thought makes his chest warm.
atsumu all but sprints to latch it onto his keyring, then grabs your hand excitedly and leads you to the door. "c'mon, baby, i gotta make ya one for mine, too."
one day, you'll both only need one set.
he pauses at your doorway, turning back to you and kissing your wrist, a gesture that never fails to make you smile. "this really means a lot to me. and, you're never getting rid of me now." he winks, and you giggle.
"i wouldn't dream of it, 'tsumu."
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catkettle · 1 month
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forusomimiya · 4 months
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I don't like to mix both miya twins in the same post because it can cause misunderstandings but Atsumu is so desperate for you and regrets so much for not go for you that night at the graduation party two years ago that when you go to his house for the first time to visit Osamu and you both finally end up getting laid in his room, on the other side of the wall Atsumu can't help but touch himself while hes listening your sweet moans, imagining that it's his name you whisper and the one you scream at the end.
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akiisks · 3 months
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lowkeyremi · 1 month
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Kiyoomi Sakusa who is an absolute emotional drunk. He didn't want to go to dinner tonight but his manager already put him on the reservation list for the celebratory dinner. Of course you accompanied him as his plus one, but boy did he get drunk only after a few drinks.
He was less willing to answer questions and scowling way more than usual too. "Hey Omi! Those were some nice serves earlier!!" Hinata praises and Kiyoomi doesn't say anything, he just glares at his teammate. Did I mention he's clinging onto you like a sloth? His arms are wrapped around you and his face is buried in your neck. He wants to go home.
"Sorry about him Hinata, I think he's ready to go home..." Hinata nods enthusiastically as you say Kiyoomi's goodbyes for him and haul him out of the restaurant to his car. He suddenly out of no where grumbles, "I don't like the way that waiter was looking at you."
"'yoomi what are you talking about? He wasn't even looking at me." He reluctantly gets into the passenger seat. He's acting like a toddler the way a pout braces his face and he has his arms crossed.
"Yuh huh. He was eyeing you like I wasn't right there. I had to stop myself from punching that bastard." This overly emotional state of his has you giggling to yourself because you know if you were to giggle too loud he would think you were making fun of him.
"Well, it's alright now, he's not looking at me anymore." You assure him. You close his car door and run over to the driver side to make sure you two make it back to the apartment safely.
"I'm the only one who can look at you." He concludes from this whole ordeal. "That's not fair to anyone but you, Kiyo." He sighs dramatically and you think he's been spending a little too much time with a specific blond that he claims to hate.
"I don't care if it's fair. You're mine." No more words are spoken of him so you look over to check on him. Only to find his head pressed up against the window with his eyelids closed. His breaths are even and he sleeps peacefully. You cherish how cute he looks because you know as soon as he wakes he's going to be complaining about how his hair is flattened on the side that was pressed up against the window.
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natdu · 1 year
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Bad hair day
Pairing: Timeskip! Atsumu x Fem reader
Genre: Reverse hurt/comfort
Synopsis: Atsumu learns you like long haired men. What else would you like that he wasn't fitting into that mold?
Warnings & content: grammar - Soft Tsumu and Insecure Tsumu :( - Reader attended Inarizaki when she was in high school and was a third year when she met Atsumu - Reader's pet name for Atsumu is 'Love'
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"Remember when you had a crush on Asahi?"
The colective third years meet up was reaching it's end and a tipsy Sugawara was ansty to share some old anecdotes that involved his "now busy in a away fashion show" friend
"When she what?"
The question came from the lips of Miya Atsumu, your boyfriend who was picking you up from the "celebration"
"First of all it wasn't a crush, I thought he was attractive and that long hair suited his face"
"Isn't that the same as having a crush?"
You groaned and flicked the former vice captain forehead
"I think Shimizu is super pretty but that doesn't mean I have a crush on her"
The next sentences went over Atsumu's head, watching his reflection in one of the restaurant's windows
His hair was way shorter than that Azumane guy, in high-school and now.
How's that he never heard that preference of yours before?
He remembered how your relationship started and went looking for some insight of it
Kita had entrusted you to teach and support Atsumu into a particular difficult subject, you being a year older and carrying authority that would control the boisterous twin
He felt in love at first sight. You were friendly and kind, but when you had to use a more severe voice or when you had to remind him why he was putting effort to stuff you didn't hesitate
And he loved that, oh how much he loved it
To the point he did and entire year of long distance courting, not even dating but courting, knowing how you didn't want to be with him like that while he was still in high school.
He asked you out officially the very same day he graduated. Glowing with excitement when he found you at the doors of Inarizaki, waiting for him with a huge bouquet of flowers
You also demonstrated acts of love for him. A lot if you asked him: cooking extremely strict meals for you and him (knowing that the little treats you gave yourself would make him crave it more, so you avoided them)
Keeping him company and helping him being awake when he studied rival teams
Helping him through the mourning of not being able to play with Osamu in pro leagues
Going to places he knew you weren't that fond of
Maybe it was time he returned some of the love and appreciation you showed him the last years. Turning closer to your ideal type shouldn't be difficult
And it would secure that you stayed with him
"Well I remember she once told me that she didn't like blond hair, and now see who she's with"
You threw a light punch to Kuroo and held Atsumu's hand. You knew how Atsumu's bleaching situation would annoy him depending on who would approach the subject.
Oh but if you knew it wasn't about color
"Well since you are all so akin to talk about the past I might go with this handsome fella. See ya!"
You almost pulled him to grab a taxi weirded out by his sudden silence, you thought he would flip off Kuroo or give one of his usual snarky comments.
When you arrived home he went upstairs after giving you a low "'m a bit tired doll, I'll go to sleep"
Yes he kissed your forehead a little bit longer but his demeanor made you sad
Did that comment struck him that bad?
The next morning you found him looking at his hair in the bathroom mirror, taking and lightly pulling some locks
Your hearth cracked a little, hoping he wasn't thinking about last day's insinuations
"Want me to help you with the roots? Are they showing?"
"Uh?"
He gasped, you arms surrounding his waist taking him by surprise
"You know I really like the color you have right now? And even in high-school, didn't care what people compared it to"
He smiled and you placed a kiss into his shoulder blades, oblivious to what he was truly thinking about
"They aren't showing yet, but thank you. I'll let ya help me when the time comes"
Not entirely satisfied with the outcome of your words you thought it would take some time of you showering him with affection for him to go back to his usual self
You hummed, kissed him again and went about your day.
A few weeks later
He was surprised on how fast his hair would grow out, in a little less than a month he already had the need to tie it
It wasn't Howls moving castle long, more of a Rei from Buddy Daddies long
You of course had noticed the change when he didn't ask for your help to trim it
When another week passed by and he didn't even go to the hair saloon you had asked him what that was about
"Jus' tryin' another style doll, might as well give some eye candy, right?"
And he wasn't totally lying, the media was going wild with this new hair style. Sure, when he didn't tie it properly it would get into his eyes and he swore he would be drenched in sweat after some light exercise
But his initial purpose hadn't been accomplished
"Do ya like it?"
You were brushing his hair, gently untangling the knots that would form after a gruesome practice
"Well.... It's so new since you've never had it like this..."
He bit his lip, maybe he need it to get it longer for it to please you
"Why won't you cut it?"
Your question made him turn around with a frown on his face
"No"
"W-what?
Noticing your worried tone he tried to play it down by stucking his tongue out
"How else I would be pampered like this then?"
You tugged one of his locks and blew a raspberry
"I did it when it was short too"
He stayed silent
"Why did you grow it out love? The truth"
He knew that glance, he knew it to well. You looked at him like that when he made a lame excuse to not meet for studying
"Maybeyouwouldkeeplovingmeifitwaslong" he muttered in a rush and under his breath
"Atsumu...."
He groaned and seeked for refuge in the crook fo your neck
"Thought you would stay a bit longer with me if I you know... Was closer to your type"
The constant tick of the clock was the background melody for the confession
"Miya Atsumu, look at me"
He whined and raised his head, not expecting to see tears on your eyes
"How long had you been thinking that?"
He shifted uncomfortable in his seat. Maybe it wasn't about his hair after all
"A while, yer always been so perfect, patient and more a-and I just don't "
The sudden lump in his throat consumed his words
"Oh my love" you hugged him with all the possible strength you could muster and cried with him
"I would never ever leave you Tsumu, I've loved you since the beginning oh love love"
Your sweet words were making his head spin and his limbs go numb
"And I find you so so attractive, you don't know the times I have to fan myself with my hand everytime you go and play, how lucky I feel to be with you"
"But I-"
"Whatever is going out of that mouth I don't want to hear it Tsum I love love love you so much everything about you"
You separated briefly from him to start petting his hair and rubbing his shoulder
"Your sincere words, your child like grin, how you always warm my side of the bed when I have to work late, and those eyes oh my I would drown in them if I could"
The amount of praise about his physique and his behaviour filled him with love to the brim. How blind he was to see that you loved him entirely
"You don't have to change a thing, if it's not hurting anybody then it's not worth it, not even for me"
You finished your ministrations with a kiss to his head, then his forehead, his damped cheeks and then his lips
"I love yer way with words, made me fall in love since day one"
His now giggling face gave you the sign the he was good, you were ok, you will be ok
"Let me have this hair for another week, I do like that you have to spend more time brushing it"
You playfully rolled your eyes but kissed him again
"OK ok, I have to admit it long hair also suits you but"
You brushed back the locks that were hiding his face
"I like it more when I can see you fully, my handsome man"
With an uncommon blush he knew he had to do something to save his dignity
"Does that mean I can shave it all in one sitting? "
Your widened eyes made him laugh uncontrollably and then you followed him with fits of your own enjoyment
He watched you clutching your sides and wiping some tears, his soft and satisfied eyes on you
Yeah
Maybe he should hire that Asahi guy to make your wedding dress
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Another reverse hurt/comfort 💙 Honestly I just want to praise him and kiss his tears away
Who's this girl and why hasn't she made angst in a while
Hope you all like my rambles about teary eyed and soft Tsumu, my favourite depiction of him <;33
Natdu
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