#atsumu x yn

[a-kaash-me-outside]

the walls are thin - ch3

in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall. previous | ch3 | next [masterlist]

// perfectly inconsiderate, maybe cluelessly oblivious ~ ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 6733 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

a look into this chapter: soft self-indulgent flirtationship with hanamaki, 18+ masturbation (and eventual smut), feelings are confusing, flirting is also confusing (but prevalent), seijoh4 hangout session, more lunch dates, flustered contact, afab reader she/her pronouns oh and ofc she's got a playlist (♡)

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this has happened before. this isn’t some new phenomenon taking you by surprise. this has happened many times before, actually. this isn’t out of the ordinary for your overly sexually active, inconsiderate, unknown neighbor. 

but for some stupid reason it feels out of the ordinary for atsumu. not miya atsumu, the name on the door of your irritatingly thoughtless neighbor, but for atsumu, the one you texted for two weeks straight and that commented on every single one of your vacation photos with silly inside jokes and who called you to talk about his first day back at volleyball practice. 

you knew this time was coming sooner or later, or, in hindsight, you should have. he didn’t just magically change who he was because he met you and he admitted it himself, he only really started hanging out with you because he wanted to fuck you. and you don’t blame him for that. your motives were similar at first.

the shift from strangers to flirting strangers to friends was a bit more difficult than you thought it would be, especially when you haven’t really moved on from the whole flirting bit or the whole wanting to be more than friends but not wanting to ruin the rest of your last college year bit. 

you know him now. maybe not know him, but you know enough, more than nothing, so being here, consciously listening to the first time that atsumu has fucked someone since you moved from nothing to something just isn’t sitting right with you. not that you can even really focus on the noises if you wanted to, not with all of this thinking going on in your head.

your stomach drops. 

this actually probably isn’t the first time that he’s fucking someone since you met. he probably picked back up on this routine the second that volleyball stopped for spring break and the realization is really making your stomach hurt. the thought of him with someone else, texting you before and after, is having too much of an effect on you. 

the only saving grace is that you can’t hear them, not the beds or the impact, but them. you’re not sure you could’ve ever recovered from that, not now. the air of the situation has already changed just from knowing him, but if you had to hear him too, you’re not sure you could have continued down this path of friendship. more than that, it feels like a betrayal, creepy maybe, and, at the very least, weird for you. you feel like a stranger in your own home. you can barely think as you swallow the lump in your throat. there’s so much on your mind, so many feelings swarming around you and you can feel every single one on your skin even if you can’t identify some of them.

and underneath it all, a small but persistent sting.

you can’t be here a second longer.

even as you close your door softly behind you, your chest feels tight. through your entire walk, your chest feels tight. you’re no longer in your room, but you can still feel the rhythm beneath your sternum. you shake your head, arms, all the way out to your hands, trying to get this feeling off of your body, sitting in anticipation as you wait for a response to your knocking.

“not fucking this again, you’re lucky-,” maki says, hushed but forceful, throwing open the door. whatever was about to come out of his mouth dissipates in his throat before it can even reach his tongue. he moves aside from the door, giving you plenty of space to leave the openness of the hallway. his features quickly morph into concern and now you’re feeling bad that you’re making it somebody else’s problem.

he locks the door quickly and pulls you into his room. only when his door is also shut and locked behind the two of you does he speak, “what happened?”

you’re silent for what feels like the better half of an hour, though realistically you’re sure is a handful of minutes. “‘ts stupid,” you mumble, shaking your head. you still feel small, but you’re starting to feel a bit more normal as maki wraps his fingers around your forearm. 

from the second that he saw you, he knew that whatever happened had something to do with your previously shitty turned okay turned shitty again obviously neighbor. he asks anyways, “did atsumu do something?”

you don’t try to, in fact, you actively try not to, but the events are too recent, mind too swarming to have as much control as you’d like; you wince at his name. despite everything you’re feeling, somehow you’re still able to focus on maki as he warms, mouth opening to spout something loud, but shutting to be replaced with a calm exhale. what he really wants to do is go over there at this exact second, but what he needs to do is just be there for you.

you shrug your shoulders a bit, pathetic laugh leaving your chest at the pure familiarity of it all, “lover boy’s at it again.” the confusion that takes on maki’s face is gone just as quickly, waiting for you to explain rather than make assumptions. you continue, “it’s been three weeks with nothing and then -”

maki interrupts you, sitting on his bed and smoothing the space next to him. you sit, back against the wall, legs crossed, head hanging. you explain everything to him and it’s hard to remember that all of this happened just a few hours ago. the lunch, the weird thing atsumu said to you, the hurt that you noticed on his face, the note he left you, the cactus, your feelings every step of the way.

by the end of it your head is on maki’s pillow facing maki whose head is also on his pillow and he has the slightest, feather-like, ghosting touch on your hip and you’re slowly forgetting the distress you were in earlier. maki’s always had that effect on you, really. 

“you’re welcome to stay over until-,” he starts, but you cut him off, shaking your head.

“no, i have to…,” you pause. have to what? “i have to do it, stay over at my own place and stuff. i can’t keep hiding at yours every time something happens,” you reason, and it feels good coming out of your mouth. it feels like progress. “i will take you up on that offer tonight, obviously, because i’m not moving from this very spot.” there isn’t much space between the two of you, but you’re determined for their to be none, scooching closer, forehead resting on his shoulder.

“tomorrow night i’ll sort myself out, wear headphones or something, i don’t know.” as you shrug, your arm moves against his, just another reminder of how close you are to him.

the two of you sit in silence for a minute and it’s nice to be able to not feel like you have to keep talking in an attempt to feel better. you pull back, just a few inches, to look at him, “but it’s nice that you’d let me stay here indefinitely,” you smile, a real smile, a lightness returning again if only for a moment. 

he presses a soft kiss onto your forehead. “unfortunately,” he jokes, “i would do just about anything for you, so.”

“i think that’s pretty fortunate for me,” you laugh softly, and you really do mean it.

/++/

you make true to your promise. the next day you stay in despite how much you want to leave your room and go anywhere else. 

> maki ♡ / 12:32 am > futon/bed is open if tonight’s too much btw

&lt; 12:32 am < should be okay < but ty < will update you tomorrow < wish me luck

> maki ♡ / 12:33 am > nah > you don’t need it

the anticipation is almost worse than it just happening. you wait and wait and wait for the inevitable noise to come, but it doesn’t. by 1 am you’re wondering why you just haven’t gone to sleep yet. by 2 am you know that it’s because you want to know if something is going to happen. by 3 am you can barely keep your eyes open and he’s done it again, inadvertently fucked up your sleep schedule.

two more nights go by and nothing, both peaceful, quiet nights that you would’ve killed for at the beginning of the semester. now even these feel sour. 

it really can’t get any worse than this.

/++/

> miya atsumu / 11:23 am > are you avoiding me?

shit.

in the span of these three anticipatory days, you hadn’t seen atsumu, not in the hallway or around campus. that could potentially have been on account of you not being in your dorm building except to sleep and avoiding common student areas like the plague. potentially. 

you weren’t necessarily avoiding him, just the places where you had the highest chance of running into him. there’s a difference.

&lt; 12:01 pm < lol no

> miya atsumu / 12:03 pm > prove it. let’s go get lunch

shit.

/++/

you get there first, set out a small blanket in the far corner past the busy areas around the student union. of course you agreed to go and of course you felt like you might puke but you couldn’t just avoid him for the rest of the year and the longer you waited, the worse it would get. 

at least you had time to prepare yourself, fiddled with the lunch that you had grabbed, told yourself everything would probably be fine, tried to anticipate whatever his reaction would be to how awkward you were inevitably about to be. you try to keep your head down, like you couldn’t care less about when he’s coming, paying attention to your phone. this, of course, just means that his voice, all the way from across the lawn, scares the shit out of you.

“i can’t believe you tried to ghost me,” he says loudly, voice traveling, catching the attention of a few too many people, completely negating the quietness of the spot you’ve chosen, arm outstretched, pointer finger perfectly in your direction as he closes the distance between the two of you. “after i watched your plants, bought you lunch, got you a cactus?”

shit shit shit shit shit shit.  if it were anyone else, there would be a moment of fear, of terror, like you’ve certainly fucked something up, but with atsumu that wasn’t the case. his tone is light, perfectly airy, really, harboring a teasing nature that means the difference between fake annoyance and real. and there’s laughter bubbling up from your stomach, taking over the pit that has been sitting there since you first got his text message. 

you really try not to let him win, to let him back into your good graces as easily as you’re about to. though, you’re actually not sure he’s done anything wrong in the first place, not when you’re the one that basically turned him down, not vice versa. he’s still here, still trying to be your friend, still making an effort.

“i know where you live,” he shouts.

just like before, you feel all of your resolve slipping away. your lips upturn, smile wide as you let the laughter come in waves, clutching at your stomach when the feeling doesn’t stop for some reason. he takes a seat beside you, “come on, yn, people are staring. it wasn’t that funny,” he smirks.

still throwing tiny flirts and inside jokes in your direction. 

he’s looking gorgeous yet again. you only notice it, unfortunately, when he’s sitting right next to you, shoulder pressed up against yours, stealing a grape from your fruit cup. he’s to blame, really, for looking that good stealing your food. 

“i’m sorry i’ve been absent the past couple of days,” you say, and you mean it too much to care about how genuine it sounds in comparison to your typical taunting. 

you wait for him to keep it up, the poking fun, or at the very least ask you why you were gone, all outcomes that you really didn’t want to deal with. instead, however, he takes another piece of fruit from the plastic cup, “no sweat.” he shrugs, “just don’t do it again.”

you exhale something adjacent to a laugh, “alright, yeah, deal.”

he reaches over once more, hand open and moving towards your fruit cup. you smack his shoulder, “oh my god, get your own.” it’s effortless, the playfulness that comes out of you, and it’s making you feel like the past three days never even happened. he pauses and looks like he’s deep in thought. 

“nah,” he reaches forward again. this time a smack doesn’t do it, because despite you hitting his hand, wrist, forearm, wherever you can reach, multiple times, he just keeps pushing forward. there might be a metaphor somewhere there.

you grab onto his arm, “are you kidding?” it takes more of your strength than you’re willing to admit, wrapping both arms around his bicep and trying to pull him away, but he just keeps on. “i paid 5 whole dollars for that,” you groan, voice strained by the effort of your attempts as you practically crawl on top of him. he pulls his arm back further like it’s nothing at all to counteract the weight of your entire body on his arm, laughing as he does so. you make one final attempt, springing forward. 

“‘tsumu, seriously.”

and then he stops, blush spreading across his nose and cheeks. he clears his throat, doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s staring at you and you’re 100% certain that his blush is contagious. you don’t know whether to tease him or apologize or just carry on. you let your arms hang around his, knees on either side of his thigh.

eventually, you lean back into the balls of your feet, creating a bit more distance between the two of you slowly. it’s like your movement made the moment real, made it come back to life. he smiles, shakes his head. “you’re something else, you know that?”

all you can do is smile proudly, still frozen in this position and a tiny part of you, the smallest goddamn bit, wishes that there was something off about the interaction, but you can’t find a single bitter feeling anywhere. 

/++/

that night, you hear it. the second that it starts, you’re worried that it’s going to send you back into whatever that was again, but the only worrying that you actually end up doing is worrying about worrying. the thumping is soft. even in your bed, you can barely hear it. most of the time it fades into the background and only once every few minutes are you reminded that it’s even happening.

still, you’re convinced that any minute now all of that is going to change, the pace is going to pick up, the noises are going to get louder, you just know it. 

and then you fall asleep. during the lull between soft reminders, you drift off and in the morning you don’t really know what to feel. you just feel… normal?

you spend all morning worrying, then, that this normal is a false sense of security, that it’s going to start a weird cycle where you ditch atsumu for three days straight again, but while you’re getting ready, atsumu knocks on your door and offers to walk you to class even though his class doesn’t start until 10 and is on the other side of campus just because you mentioned that you get lonely on your 9 am walks in a passing text message during spring break.

the two of you walk to your class and atsumu tells you to meet him for lunch and you’re looking forward to it. you’re not even thinking about last night. maybe that’s because last night wasn’t too disruptive, but even still, you don’t spend the next nights waiting for something to happen. it just feels normal. 

it’s much less frequent than before, still happening every few days, but not nearly as often as before you knew him. though, you traded constancy for knowing him. it didn’t matter how far between those nights were, they were different now. not completely, of course. you still drowned it out with your headphones, still went to go study instead of just sitting around and dealing with it, but it was the times that you didn’t leave that were really different. 

before you used to just get annoyed at every noise that wasn’t a bedpost against your shared wall. the thumping was bad, but at least it was consistent. the squeaking, the moans, the muffled voices, now they weren’t just annoying. now you could see everything so clearly in your head. you had a face, a body, a personality to attribute to these actions.

every time these thoughts would start and your imagination wandered, you curbed it quickly. you didn’t let yourself indulge in them, only got so far as to tilt your head and listen closer one time. it felt like a breach of privacy, like you were betraying trust he didn’t even know he was instilling in you. 

the sounds were easy enough to ignore, sure, but the feeling of the wall against your shoulder? that was a little harder to feign oblivion to. the thumping was sending waves through your entire body and even though you weren’t listening, you could picture it so clearly in your head, not the rhythm, but his rhythm. the abstracts of these actions were becoming so human, so atsumu.

when you close your eyes you can see him, but you don’t see him over his shoulder or like a movie, no. you see him like you’re underneath him, like you’re the one making him shake the wall. you take a deep breath, hands moving on their own as they pull your headphones off, setting them on your side table so gently, like if you were too rough, atsumu would be able to hear you. 

your heart is beating so violently against your chest and there is a tiny voice in the back of your head telling you that this is probably a bad idea, but you can hear him now, muffled but still audible, the groans and deliberate small praises. you slide your palm over your neck, squeezing gently, following your body down, digging your own nails into your collarbones, skimming over your chest. if you weren’t so aware that these noises had been going on for some time already, you might have teased yourself a bit more, let you feel yourself a bit more, but his moans are getting more desperate and you can’t hold yourself back.

your hand is slow as it moves between your legs, two fingers slipping between your lips and you’re almost embarrassed at how wet you are already. whoever else is in that room is sobbing, crying out his name and it’s not your voice, but you imagine that it is, like you’re the one he’s turned into this babbling mess. 

you push two fingers inside of yourself and it’s not enough, not big enough, not long enough, but it’ll do for now. you move your fingers in time with the thumping against the wall, getting faster when he does. 

“yeah? is it good?” he says, words punctuated by a faster pace. “tell me how good it is.”

“‘s so good,” you say under your breath, shoving another finger inside of yourself, other hand digging into the fat of your hip just like you’re imagining atsumu would.

“reach down and rub that fucking clit,” he groans through gritted teeth, the banging of the wall getting a bit less consistent. “fuck, that’s good.”

you move your other hand down, rubbing small circles into your clit as you finger yourself as fast as his pace is letting you. a whine is trapped in your throat, coming out in the form of a small, low hum as you roll your hips onto your fingers.

“deeper, atsumu, deeper, please,” you hear someone cry.

you know that you should probably feel jealous, and you do, but more than anything you feel yourself flood, your entire body warm as your sloppy hole quivers around your own fingers, around atsumu’s cock. you feel delusional. 

“not yet. not until ya’ve earn it,” he growls, “tighten that pussy around me. milk my cock.” the moan tears out of you without warning, throaty and taken, barely audible, mouth agape as you tighten around your own fingers. it’s not just what he’s saying, it’s how he sounds while he’s saying it, that fucking accent - thicker and stronger than any other time you’ve heard it. you’re shaking, your own mind deceiving you, telling you that one day you’ll coax it out of him, take him so well that you can barely fucking understand him.

you’re so close, so fucking close, but you don’t want to finish until he has, want to hear him as he comes, pay close attention to what he sounds like so you can play it on repeat everytime you fuck yourself

“good girl,” he says, and it’s like it was made for you. 

you’re whispering thank yous under your breath. you’re convinced he can hear them, that he knows how grateful you are for them. “gonna come,” you warn him.

“‘m almost there, fuck,” he grunts and the wall shakes harder, harsher. “fuck.” his voice is throaty. his breathing is labored, heavy. and then the walls stop shaking. a single strangled moan rips from atsumu, a string of mumbles and obscenities that you can’t really make out follow and you come all over your fingers, fucking yourself through your orgasm as your walls flutter around your all-too-small fingers. 

you pull your hands from between your legs, resting them at your side, chest rising and falling so heavily that you’re surprised you’re still conscious. fuck, you were going to need a minute to recover.

she obviously is not given that luxury. you hear some murmurs and mumbles, hear the bed groan, keys jingle, and a door open and then immediately shut. if you wanted to, you could go over there right now and see exactly what he looks like after something like that, but you can’t really move, couldn’t get up from your bed let alone put proper clothes on and walk over there despite how tempting that sounds.

after everything clears, you’re waiting for the regret to sink in, for the guilt to take its place, but it doesn’t. sure, it feels a bit taboo, but if you really regretted it, you wouldn’t have kept doing it. you wouldn’t have kept listening, kept masturbating to it, wouldn’t have stayed up waiting for it to happen.

and you’re not sure if it’s a good or a bad thing, how easy it was for you to face him during the day, to ask him how his nights were and to flirt with him in the same way that you used to. your relationship stays the same, good, great even. you continue to hang out just as much as you used to despite the fact that you knew things about him and his sex like that maybe you shouldn’t have known.

you learned things, patterns, kinks, all because atsumu was perfectly inconsiderate, maybe cluelessly oblivious. 

it wasn’t just the one time that she left minutes after everything was said and done, it was every time. in fact, if you really wanted to, you could, without even listening for the click of the door, go over there without catching her just on the basis of how consistent it was.

you knew that he loved to hear his own name during sex, moaned and panted and screamed and whined. he asked for it frequently, for them to call out his name, always seemed to be motivated by it.

you knew that he loved to be deep throated, but that no one could really take him as deep as he wanted to go. you wouldn’t admit to anyone the lengths you’ve gone to attempt it, even bought a new dildo just to open up your throat and to reach deeper and stretch you wider than your fingers could now. it felt so good, reached so deep. you could picture it as atsumu’s, use it whenever he boasted about how deep he was inside of you, how big his cock was, how well you took him.

you knew that his head is sensitive, could tell exactly when someone was paying extra attention to it based on his whimpers alone. you knew that there was one time that he got fingered and you have never heard him react so much to one thing. you knew that he loved to come deep inside, would ask if he could between sweet kisses, and when he got a positive response, he was gone in seconds. 

you knew that he loved dirty talk, though most of his partners usually left that up to him. the stunned silence that dirty talking right back could result in is something that didn’t happen enough, not when he was so fucking good. he deserved it all and thensome. he deserved everything that he wanted all at once, wrapped up in a neat little bow. 

and it just kept happening, this weird cycle of finding out more and more about atsumu’s sex life intercut with the two of you casually hanging out finding out more and more about atsumu’s life life.  

but sometimes the stars would align, sometimes they had a hand in each other in ways that you could have never even dreamed of. 

/++/

“do you have lunch plans, because you do now,” atsumu says in one quick string, jogging to catch up with you when he spots you on campus on his walk back to the dorm. 

“i actually already do have lunch plans,” you say, “but if i didn’t-.”

he cuts you off, face twisting into evident confusion, “just cancel them and come hang out with me instead.”

“no can do,” you say, shaking your head for emphasis, “i’ve bailed on them like three times already i think….” you pause, counting on your fingers, “for you. every time.”

“great, so one more isn’t that big of a deal,” he says, still walking along with you as you walk towards your rendezvous spot.

you laugh, “you know i think your persistence is cute, but it’s just not going to work this time.”

“but i don’t have lunch plans,” he complains.

“you could come have lunch with us,” you offer. you’re not sure if he’s going to go crazy for the idea, but at least it might be better than eating alone. 

“yea, right,” atsumu furrows his eyebrows, “i don’t think so. your friends don’t like me very much.”

“you’ve never even hung out with them,” you reason.

“i met your one friend that one time and i don’t think he likes me,” atsumu replies and despite the fact that you’re still walking towards lunch with your friends and despite the fact that he knows that, he’s still following alongside you. 

“i don’t think you liked him very much,” you retort. 

atsumu’s silence seems like a pretty strong tell, but then he speaks up, “yn, he called me the volleyball guy.”

“that’s a compliment, probably.”

“ha ha,” atsumu fakes.

“come on,” you say, taking his hand in yours and dragging him along, “let’s go have lunch with my friends, tsumu.”

he narrows his eyes at you, mouth about to open to protest, but he just can’t. “i never should have told you how i feel about that nickname.”

“well, then i’d never use it,” you point out.

he’s quiet for a beat. “yea, no, that’s much worse.”

/++/

when you approach the picnic table, atsumu’s hand in yours, oikawa is the first person to notice you, shooting a questioning look your way without notifying the rest of the guys who are arguing over god knows what. be cool, you mouth. the smile on oikawa’s face doesn’t exactly read cool, it reads more mischievous. 

you absolutely made a mistake. 

“yn-chan!” oikawa gets up, yanking iwaizumi up with him and moving around to the other side of the table with matsukawa. 

“what- what are you doing?” iwa asks, very evidently confused as to why oikawa is disrupting him in the middle of a heated argument. “yn can sit by issei, why are-.”

he’s not. 

“no! it’s okay! maki’s saved you a seat,” oikawa explains, waving both you and iwa off. 

the argument ceases, attention turns to you as a broad topic, but the focus is absolutely on the interlocked fingers between you and atsumu. now you have to make the choice to drop his hand or be confident about it and you’re not sure you can do either one. and, on top of that, worry about the fact that you’ve really just brought atsumu into the foxes den without even thinking.

though, atsumu never does leave you hanging. and, like always, he usually does surprise you. 

atsumu tightens his grip on your hand, holding tight as he picks his arm up and throws it around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. you know that he’s soaking in the expressions that it’s elicited. slight tinge of anger on one, confusion on another, surprise on another. you just wish that you could somehow warn him about oikawa’s look of confounded vex. 

“atsumu’s going to be joining us for lunch if that’s cool,” you say, not waiting for a response as you sit down next to hanamaki. you assume it’s going to be weird, moving in time with atsumu draped on your shoulder, but he follows your lead. when you’re both sitting on the bench, he withdraws his arm, placing both forearms on the table after offering a small wave.

oikawa, you knew, could infer without even knowing his name, maki’s already met him, but you’re not sure that issei and hajime are completely understanding the extent of what’s happening, why oikawa is on offense right now. 

“so, how do you know yn?” oikawa asks, an iced coffee straw between his teeth. 

“well, we met because we live next to each other, but now we’re best friends,” atsumu explains and you don’t have to look at maki to know he wants to hit him right now. 

but this question wasn’t to provoke maki; it was to silently explain to the other people at the table what exactly was happening. iwa and issei instantly look gobsmacked. you don’t even know if they try to stop it, but if they do, they’re doing a terrible job.

“ah! that’s right!” oikawa chirps, “that neighbor we’ve heard all about.”

everyone is quiet for a second, waiting to see how atsumu will respond, but he doesn’t give oikawa nearly enough of a reaction. “well, i’m oikawa, this is iwa-chan, matsukawa, and you already know maki. of course, you know maki. anyone who knows yn knows maki.”

“yeah, we’ve met,” maki responds, smiling at oikawa’s description of him, “how’s volleyball?”

you shoot oikawa a warning glare as iwaizumi and issei start a conversation with atsumu about volleyball. watch it, you mouth. oikawa just looks confused, but you catch the slight smile that he throws in maki’s direction.

the conversations are split now. atsumu is talking to iwa and issei, conversation shifting from volleyball to iwaizumi’s goals for the future in athletic training. even with all of the shenanigans that oikawa’s already executed, atsumu is deep in thoughtful conversation with half of your friend group and if it isn’t making your heart swell up for some reason.

you lower your voice for only the otherside of the table to hear, “if you don’t knock it off…”

“then what, yn?” oikawa smirks.

“i’m going to bring hajime into this,” you narrow your eyes. it’s always a gamble bringing up hajime with oikawa. sometimes it works like a charm, a perfect pacifier to a fired up oikawa, but sometimes it backfires, just driving oikawa in the exact opposite direction of where you’re trying to get him to go. maybe you shouldn’t have bet on hajime today.

“no one likes a tattletail,” oikawa whispers, “you’ll see.”

the anticipation is back, something that you really didn’t want to return for a while. you’ve had enough of it this semester if you’re being honest. atsumu stays, thankfully, paying attention to his half of the table, laughing along with the two men about whatever they’re talking about while you face maki. 

he’s not necessarily talking to you about anything in particular, just about his day and updating you on the situation with one of his old coworkers, telling jokes and just being maki. when he mentions something stupid, something unreasonably funny, it takes you by surprise, letting your head fall and clash against maki’s shoulder, holding the other one in your hand as laughter bellows from the two of you as if you were alone.

all at once, you’re taken out of the moment as you feel a hand rest on your thigh, long fingers spanning over the fabric of your skirt, curling around the hem. you slowly bring your head up, arm still resting on maki’s other shoulder and maybe this was oikawa’s plan all along, to get you to sit between maki and atsumu and feel it as much as you’re feeling it right now. 

if only that were the case.

oikawa butts in on atsumu, matsukawa, and iwaizumi’s conversation, completely disregarding whatever they’re talking about. “hajime and i are together,” oikawa says, throwing his arm around iwaizumi’s shoulder, pulling him closer in a very familiar way. 

“oh, that’s great,” atsumu says, evidently confused at the relevance and the disruption.

iwaizumi grabs oikawa’s wrist, throwing it off of him, “you’re being weird, kawa. you don’t even put your arm around me, i put my arm around you if anything-”

oikawa ignores him completely, “you know, that reminds me of something!” he points repetitively at atsumu as if he’s remembering something for the first time that he has to blurt out or he’ll never remember it again. he leans forward like he’s telling a secret.

no.

no.

no.

“y’know, maki and yn used to date,” oikawa says in a tone that you would use to tell someone a fun fact. atsumu stills, hand withdrawing from your lap as he turns to face the two of you. your hand is lingering on maki’s shoulder and you don’t want to move it because then it seems suspicious. 

you turn to face atsumu, letting your hand drop from maki’s shoulder. you can’t read the expression on atsumu’s face again. you’re not a fan of that feeling. 

“really?” is all atsumu asks, nothing more.

you clear your throat, “yeah, during freshman and sophomore year when all of us became friends in the first place.”

“hm,” he hums, and everyone is just waiting for something more, a bigger reaction, a scoff, a confrontation.

but atsumu never does leave you hanging. and, like always, he usually does surprise you.

atsumu snakes his arm around your waist, protective grasp punctuated by his fingertips digging into your side, the pads of his fingertips brushing against your skin as he pushes them under your loose shirt. he pulls you closer to him, slides you across the bench, away from maki, your side now pressed up against his. “yeah, but you’re just friends now, so,” atsumu shrugs and continues on with his conversation that oikawa interrupted previously. 

maki and oikawa look more shocked than atsumu did. there’s a slight trace of annoyance on oikawa’s features, but maki’s is just complete shock, not animosity, just shock.

the rest of lunch goes by without another oikawa fueled hitch.

/++/

today could’ve gone a lot differently. 

if oikawa wasn’t oikawa and atsumu wasn’t atsumu then it would’ve gone very differently, you’re sure. one very important difference being that you wouldn’t be here, in bed, about to fall asleep only to be woken up to that familiar sound. or, at the very least, if things would’ve gone much differently you would’ve felt too bad, too awkward, too guilty to pull the dildo from your bedside table even though you really had no intention of fucking yourself tonight.

you liked these nights the most, the ones where you were able to take it all in, tease yourself just like you’re sure he was teasing her. you could listen and be patient and follow along so nicely, but you don’t get that same luxury tonight. it’s all very quick, very fast paced and atsumu is being uncharacteristically quiet. 

when he slips inside of her, you can hear the snag in his breath, and you mimic it, pushing the dildo inside of you. then you feel the vibrations. you really feel the vibrations, harder than you’ve ever felt that. it doesn’t feel like just your wall is shaking, it feels like your whole room is shaking, it’s harsh.

“fuck, is that good?” atsumu asks, the first thing he’s said all night and you can’t believe how much you missed his voice. mmhm, you whine. you can’t make the dildo fuck you as fast and as hard as you know atsumu is going right now. your arm won’t move that fast, not while feeling the stroke of his entire cock. it’s not as good as he is and you know it. 

“tell me,” atsumu huffs, and usually it’s muffled, but you feel like you can hear it clear as day, right in your ear, “tell me i’m the best you’ve ever had.” your hand stops, motions cease. did you hear him correctly? it sounded so clear, you can’t be mistaken. maybe you’re making things up or putting meaning to things that aren’t really like that. you shake it off, hand moving again trying to match his speed.

he’s already out of breath, panting, and you’re realizing that the reason you haven’t been able to really hear her is because she hasn’t stopped making noise this whole time, a low, monotonous crying that hasn’t changed a bit.

“tell me,” he says, voice just as harsh as his movements.

“fuck, atsumu, you’re the best i’ve ever had.” you can’t imagine it’s not the truth. the same sentence falls out of your mouth.

“yeah? i’m better than him?” he asks, groans getting more possessive, pleas getting more desperate. he can’t even wait for her to respond, needs to hear it now. “tell me, fuck, tell me i’m better than him.” you can’t breathe. it’s not a coincidence. it can’t be. you’ve listened to atsumu have sex enough times to know that this isn’t just some kink thing that he likes. this is pointed. this is fueled. and you know exactly by what. 

she listens quickly, which is fair considering that this is probably the best she’s ever felt, despite not really understanding what he’s asking her to say, “you’re so much better than him. fuck, you’re so good, atsumu.”

“yea? ‘m bigger than him, make you feel so much better than him,” atsumu groans, no longer asking, room shaking as he chases his high, “fuck need to fill you, please, fuck.”

“yes, fuck, fill me.”

“gonna fill you so full, make you feel so much fuller than he can, every drop just for you,” he whines. shit, you wanted to hear those whines in your dreams. 

“every drop for me,” you whimper, pumping the cock in and out of you, clenching around the thickness, so fucking close despite the few times you couldn’t help but stop.

“just for you, -” he grunts, pretty little scream hitting him and you’re sure that tonight wasn’t just incredible for whoever he was inside of right now. it’s not the scream that sends you over the edge, but the beginning sounds of your name that fall from his tongue but are quickly cut short. 

you push the dildo out of the way, body and mind exhausted by whatever just fucking happened. you count the seconds until this person is gone from atsumu’s room. the lock clicks, door opens, then slowly shuts. in the quiet of the aftermath, you hear a heavy sigh and a loud, “fuck!” followed by another softer sigh.

maybe you had more of an effect on him than you thought.

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Inarizaki's Manager:

Atsumu Rejects Miss Manager and Regrets It

Atsumu Miya featuring Inarizaki x Fem! Manager

Warnings: Angst to fluff, Swearing, the sting of rejection (sadness, crying, loss of appetite)

A/N: This is an Anon request! Now I'm in an angst mood and who better to fulfill all my angst dreams than my bestie Sumu 🥰

We are going to start this one a little differently 😏

Change is good people 👏🏻

You've been Inarizaki's Manager for almost 2 years now

You started your first year mainly because you were friends with the twins, Suna and Ginjima

They wanted a manager, you needed a club

It was literally a match made in heaven 😍

You've been friends with the twins for a while now, since you were kids

And you've always had a little crush on Atsumu

Honestly YN, Osamu is RIGHT THERE 🙄

But whatever 😒

Sumu was your chosen love

You had always admired him for his ability to dedicate so much time to his skills

He was a solid friend and always had your back

So when you went to high-school, it wasn't a surprise that you started to develop feelings for one of your best friends 🥰

We love a childhood friends to lovers here!

However, you vowed never to tell Atsumu of your crush for a few reasons

1) you were certain he was too good for you

Not true YN but go on

2) he was so popular and you were just the teams manager

3) he was one of your best friends and you didn't want to ruin that

Honestly I admire you YN, you sweet sweet baby 🥺

But just because you vowed never to tell Atsumu, doesn't mean a certain someone hasn't picked up on the clues

Our resident Nosy Nancy, Suna is on the case 🔍

He's known for at least 2 years that's you've liked Atsumu Yn

How you ask? Do you really need to ask YN?

He's a middle blocker and a fantastic one at that 👏🏻

Mans picks up on everything

So he takes it upon himself to be our chosen matchmaker

First, he confronts you

"If you like Atsumu say what," he says 👀

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 what-

Suna 👉🏻 got her 😏

"YN give it up I know you like idiot #1, just confess already!" Suna says as you just stare at him in shock

"Suna I can't do that! Atsumu is to popular, there is no way I'll be anything more than his friend," you say shutting your locker

"And you know this because???" Suna asks

"Because I'm not stupid Rin and I value my heart ok!" You spit as you walk away

However Suna isn't satisfied with that

Oh no no no, he's going to do more

So he casually decides to being it up with Atsumu in the club room 😃

Great, solid plan 👌🏻

"Hey what do you guys think about YN?" Suna asks 👀

"What about her?" Osamu questions

"I mean, she's super cute right? I'm surprised she doesn't have a boyfriend," Suna continues

"She gets confesses to alot but she's never gone out with any of the guys who've asked her," Ginjima chimes in

"What do you think Sumu?" Suna probes

Atsumu just laughs as Suna, Ginjima and Osamu all look at him, confused

"What's so funny?" Ginjima questions

"I mean, I guess she's cute if you like that type of girl," Atsumu responds

"What type of girl? YN is gorgeous Sumu," Osamu says, crossing his arms and defending you

"Oh don't get me wrong, YN is hot but shes just not my type plus she's one of my best friends," Atsumu says

Suna is now glaring at Atsumu because what an idiot istg 🙄

"So you're saying you'd never ask YN out?" Ginjima asks

Atsumu again laughs, "Yeah not in a million years!"

Well thank God you weren't just standing outside the club room at that exact moment to hear the ENTIRE exchange am I right 😃

Right 😃

Yn...

You rn 👉🏻😐🥺 right..

Crap 😐 you heard the whole thing didn't you?

You just so happened to be walking by when you heard Suna mention your name

So naturally you had to listen

Curiosity killed the cat you know 😫

That brings us to you, standing outside the club room as tears stream down your face

You always knew you weren't good enough for Atsumu

But hearing the words come from him just stabbed you right in the heart

You're heart that was currently breaking 💔

"Hey YN, what's wrong?" Aran says coming up behind you as you try desperately to blink away the tears

Suddenly the club room door opens and Suna, Ginjima, Osamu and Atsumu come out

Suna instantly knows why you are crying but he says nothing 😶

He's just like 👉🏻😳 crap-

"Yn what's wrong? Did someone mess with ya?" Atsumu asks as he approaches you

You back away, not wanting to be near him

Atsumu stops and looks at you confused 😕

Quick YN, think of something!

"Ummm, no- I uh I didn't do so good on a math quiz, I'll be ok. See you in the gym!" You quickly say trying to combat the tears as you turn and run to the gym

Everyone but Suna is so confused

"YN's best subject is math tho," Ginjima questions

Osamu looks to Suna who is looking a bit pale

He starts to wonder what's going on 🤨

"Let's leave her alone, she just maybe needs some time," he says, quickly walking to the gym

That day, at practice, you are incredibly distant and quiet

Literally everyone notices including Kita, Omimi and Michinari

Suna is just like 😗 🎶 trying to ignore everything

Very suspicious 🙃

"Hey YN, you ok?" Omimi finally asks as you snap from your haze

"Oh yeah! Sorry, I uh failed an English quiz so I'm a bit sad but I gotta run! It looks like you guys need water!" You say, way too enthusiastic about filling water bottles

"I thought you failed a math quiz?" Aran questioned as your eyes widened

"Oh uh, yeah I failed both. Just a bad day ha ha," you say quickly grabbing the bottles and running off 🏃‍♀️

Atsumu is watching you, concerned about why you are acting this way

You see, Atsumu may have lied a teeny tiny bit earlier 👀

He really does care about you and he likes you a lot but he's nervous to confess 😬

He tries to not think about it as he goes about his serving practice

After practice, Atsumu stays later to get some more serves in while the guys head to the club room

"Alright Rin spill!" Osamu says cornering Suna

"What?" Suna asks, trying to remain aloof 👀

"We all know you know why YN is acting the way she is! So spill!" Osamu says

Suna sighs as he looks at the team who is all watching him

"YN likes Atsumu and I'm pretty sure she heard what he said about her earlier," Suna says as Ginjima and Osamu's eyes widen

"Wait, what did Atsumu say?" Kita questions

"He said YN wasn't his type and that he wouldn't date her," Ginjima answers

"Well crap, poor YN," Michinari says, sitting down on the bench

"I mean, what can we do? He doesn't like her and we can't change that," Aran interjected

"I feel bad for bringing it up but I really didn't think she would hear it," Suna says

"I think we just need to let her process it and move on. We can't force him to like her," Kita says as the guys all look down

They want to help YN but they have no clue how to so it

So they just wait and see

Unfortunately, you don't cheer up ☹️

The sting of rejection really hurts and it's affecting everything

Soon you start to withdraw from the team, only showing up to practice right before you have to and leaving as quickly as you can

Even the coach notices 🥺

Atsumu is beginning to really wordy about you

He hasn't seen you for more than a few hours all week

You look pale and like you've lost weight

He hates seeing you like this

So he decides to ask to bring it up

At the team meeting 😃

Oh sweet baby Jesus

"Does anyone have anything else to add?" Coach asks as Atsumu raises his arm

"Yeah, I'm just wondering what's up with you YN? Are you ok?" Atsumu questions

Literally the entire team rn 👉🏻👀👂🏻

He's just staring at you

And you look at him like 👉🏻👁💧👄💧👁

"I'm fine Sumu, I just haven't been doing well in school," you finally say as Atsumu scoffs

"YN that's a lie! I know you got one of the best scores in English and Math! So what's really going on? Is someone picking on ya? Did someone reject ya?" Atsumu asks as you just sit there, trying hard not to cry

"Sumu lay off ok?" Osamu says as Atsumu looks at him

"No! She's being such a downer and she's acting ridiculous. She won't talk to any of us and she's barely present!" Atsumu says as the tears start to stream down your face

"Atsumu, enough!" Kita growls as you try your hardest to not cry

"What's wrong with ya? If some guy rejected ya then he doesn't deserve ya! Move on Yn!" Atsumu says

That does it, that breaks the dam of emotions that have been building up

You stand up, tears streaming down your face as you look at Atsumu

"I was rejected Sumu and you're right, I should just move on from it but it's hard to move on from being rejected by your best friend!" You scream as Atsumu's eyes widen in shock, "but you're right, he doesn't deserve me!"

You turn, running out of the gym as the tears flow

Aran, Omimi and Michinari all get up and run after you

Kita is just standing there, his arms crossed looking hella pissed off

"Way to go idiot," Osamu says, standing up and walking out of the door

"What- what's going on?" Atsumu questions as Suna and Ginjima stands up

"YN likes you dumbass. She's been sad because she overheard us talking about her the other day," Suna says

Atsumu 👉🏻😐😳 she- she heard that?

"You couldn't just let her be could ya?" Ginjima says, turning and walking out the door as Suna follows and shakes his head

Atsumu is left on the gym, stunned and trying to process his emotions

Meanwhile, you locked yourself in the girls bathroom, bawling your eyes out as you tried to calm down

Did he really have to bring that up? Did he have to reopen the wounds you were trying to heal?

You sat in the bathroom for a while until you finally emerged, looking around to make sure nobody was left to see your state

You walked out the door, turning the corner to see Atsumu sitting on the bench

You quickly turn, trying to avoid him but it's too late

"YN wait!" He shouted as you quickly walked away

"YN stop!" He said, catching up to you and pulling your arm to turn you around

"Sumu I'm sorry I can't-" you say as the tears run down your face

Atsumu says nothing, just pulling you in for a big hug

The hug is comforting but also hurtful as you continue to cry louder

"YN I'm so sorry I hurt ya," he said as he rubs your back and you hug him back

"It's ok Sumu, I should have known you wouldn't like me," you said as Atsumu pulls you away, looking down into your eyes

"But I do like you YN," he says

You rn 👉🏻🥲 huh?

He sighs, throwing his head back and looking back at you, "I do like you YN. I've liked you since middle school. I just- I just didn't want to ruin our friendship. You're my best friend YN and I love you."

You 👉🏻😲

YN is too stunned to speak

"Sumu-"

"I guess I didn't really think you'd like me since I'm so annoying and kind of an idiot," he said laughing

You just nod

Atsumu 👉🏻😐 really YN?

"Sumu, I'm sorry I let this impact our friendship. I'm happy just being friends with you," you say as Atsumu looks at you

"I can't be friends with you anymore YN," he says

You 👉🏻🥺😔 I understand

"No! God I'm awful at this! I want you to be my girlfriend YN!" Atsumu says, panicking

"You, you- what??" You shout as your eyes widen 😳

Atsumu just smiles, pulling you closer, his forehead meeting yours

Oh god I'm about to cry 😭

"Please say you'll be mine," he says as you smile and nod

"Yes Sumu!" you say as he kisses you and lifts you up, swinging you in the air as you scream with joy

"Oh thank GOD!" Osamu says as him and the team come walking down the hallway, tears streaming down Suna's eyes as he records what just happened

"I'm so happy right now," he says wiping a tear

"Alright alright! I'm glad it all worked out but now can we please get back to practice?" Kita says ad you and Atsumu nod

He grabs your hand, interlacing your fingers as he pulls you to the gym

You are one lucky girl YN 🥰

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[aaesuki]

every summertime

pairing: miya atsumu x f!reader

genre: fluff, childhood friends to lovers

cw/tw: none

wc: 2.7k

summary: atsumu meets a young girl at five-years-old and spends endless summers with her. but they do end and he resorts to missing her until they meet again.

Atsumu wouldn’t say he was a particularly lucky person, but he did have his moments here and there like being blessed with his love of volleyball, a happy family, and most importantly, a brother that would always be there for him.

Though he wouldn’t say he was a particularly lucky person, Atsumu would say that meeting you in the summer at the age of five was one of his luckiest moments. You were walking up the steps to the house next to his and Atsumu’s five-year-old brain was excited to see a new kid in the neighborhood. Though Hyogo was a relatively large city, Atsumu had only traveled so far as the corner store eight blocks away so when you told him you moved from another prefecture, he was amazed, and his competitive side told himself that he would travel farther than you had.

“Why’d you move here?” asked Atsumu.

You nervously looked to the front door of your house, hoping that you mother would come out and save you from this pestering kid, but to your misfortune, the white door never swung open. “My mom got a new job here, so we had to leave,” you muttered.

“You’re gonna love it here! We have so many things to do in Hyogo like swim in the lake and of course I have to teach you how to play volleyball!” To Atsumu, a new neighbor was one of the most exciting things other than watching volleyball matches on tv.

Overwhelmed, you cried, “I won’t wanna play volleyball!” You burst into tears, frustrated with Atsumu and your mom for uprooting your life and moving to an entire new prefecture. While you sniffled and sobbed, Atsumu stood dumbstruck. Sure, there were kids at school that would tease him for his affinity for volleyball, but none of them had ever said they didn’t want to play volleyball with such sadness and anger.

“But volleyball is so fun! If you set the ball perfectly, you can make the spiker look super cool!” Due to his lack of vocabulary, Atsumu couldn’t describe his feelings clearly.

Before you could retort with a petty insult, Atsumu’s mother exited the house to see her son and the new neighbor’s kid in a heated staring contest.

“Oh, hello, dear,” greeted Atsumu’s mother in a warm voice. “You must be the new kid! I’m Atsumu’s mother. I apologize if my son has been giving you trouble.” She tightly gripped Atsumu’s head and forced him to look down, fixing him into a bow.

Despite Atsumu’s mother’s kind words, you were flustered by her presence. “It’s no problem Ms. Miya. It was my fault for being upset when Atsumu was just trying to be nice.”

“Oh my, you’re so mature!” Ms. Miya smiled tightly, no doubt directing her comment to Atsumu who was whining about his neck hurting. “Well let Ms. Miya know if you need anything, alright? I’ll leave you to unpack! Welcome to Hyogo, darling!” With that Ms. Miya dragged her son back into their house, leaving you on the steps of your new abode for the next couple of years.

Even though your first meeting with Atsumu turned out to be quite sour, you eventually made amends with him and since there was no Atsumu without Osamu nearby (barring your first interaction with him) you soon became friends with the twin.

Summer came again and Atsumu was somehow still as excitable as ever despite the intense summer heat and humidity. Osamu, on the other hand, was lying next to him and staring up at the ceiling. You were sitting on the floor of the twin’s room, absentmindedly fiddling with their toys when Atsumu stood up with a newfound vigor.

“Be my girlfriend!” Atsumu exclaimed.

With the volume of his declaration, you weren’t sure if it was a question or a demand, but you shook your head anyway. “My mom said I can’t date until I’m old enough to pay my taxes.”

Ignoring your comment, Osamu shot up and grabbed onto the back of Atsumu’s shirt. “’Tsumu, you bastard, I was gonna ask her!” Atsumu and Osamu had recently learned that their cousin had a girlfriend and, not ones to be outdone, were determined to ask the only person they were close to other than each other. You. Thus ensued the fighting.

“Listen to me you idiot twins! I can’t even date!” you yelled.

“Then just don’t tell your mom,” Osamu stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You looked down at their hardwood floors and internally debated if it was a good idea. Sure, eight-year-old you thought the twins were cute, but the complications of romance weren’t something you thought about when the most important thing to you was what snacks you were going to eat later. “Fine, I’ll be your girlfriend, but no fighting over me or I’m breaking up with both of you!”

After a beat of silence, Osamu spoke up. “What do you do with a girlfriend anyway?”

“You’re supposed to kiss her and make her happy!” Atsumu spoke. They both looked to you, waiting for your response.

“No way,” you said firmly. “I want my first kiss to be romantic, not with two barbarians that can’t think of anything other than volleyball.”

“Those two barbarians are your boyfriends,” Osamu deadpanned. “Are you sure you should be talking to the loves of your life like that?”

“Ma said I was a handsome, thought I can’t say the same for ‘Samu. It’s not my fault you can’t see true beauty when it’s right in your face,” teased Atsumu.

Irritated, you lunged for Atsumu, and Osamu joined you in your effort to pummel him six feet into the ground.

In the blink of an eye, more summers passed and soon enough Aran made his entrance into your life. You admired the older boy for his patience with the twins and his caring nature towards them despite their annoying ways. However, Atsumu had also learned that the world wasn’t as kind as he thought it’d be. Soon enough, the kids at the volleyball camp had shut him out and refused to play with him due to his competitive behavior.

Of course, where the twins were, you were, and you joined the camp even though you weren’t particularly fond of or good at volleyball. Even though you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, you would’ve been lonely without the twins badgering you every day, so you decided to ask your mom to let you go wit them. Maybe it was a good thing now that you saw how much the other kids didn’t like him.

Atsumu practiced setting the ball by himself while he was sitting at the entrance of the gym, oblivious to your presence behind him. Deciding to be a good friend, you softly called out his name and took a seat next to him. If Atsumu was saddened about his banishment from the other kids’ playtime, he didn’t show it.

“’Tsumu, do you wanna know a secret?” you whispered. At the mention of a secret, Atsumu stopped tossing the ball and leaned in eagerly. “You’re my favorite twin, but don’t tell ‘Samu I told you.”

Atsumu deflated at that. He knew you were saying that out of pity, but Atsumu never minded the fact that the other kids didn’t’ like him. All he needed was his brother and you. Seeing his disappointment, you tried again to make him feel better.

“I’m serious, ‘Tsumu. Even though the three of us always hang out together, you were the first person to talk to me when I moved here. You got me so angry that I couldn’t remember why I was crying in the first place.”

“The way you say that makes me sound like a bad person. Can’t you be a little nicer when you’re trying to comfort me?”

You chuckled. “Even though you guys are twins, ‘Samu could never replace you.” Atsumu huffed, but you could see he was feeling a little better. Then, out of nowhere, a volleyball flew straight into Atsumu’s head, disturbing the peaceful moment.

Atsumu angrily shouted at Osamu, getting up to chase him around. “Good aim!” you yelled to Osamu. You could only laugh at the scene, wishing to never grow up. However, more summers came and went and with every year, came more responsibilities and unrecognized feelings. Eventually at the age of 13, Atsumu overheard his mom talking on the phone with your mom about a move. He didn’t know what to do with this newfound knowledge and decided that he wanted to see you immediately.

Carefully sneaking out the house, he eventually reached the tree he climbed so many times to get to your bedroom window. After one knock, you opened the window and let him in, no doubt unable to get any sleep yourself. The two of you stood in your bedroom in silence, afraid to acknowledge the sudden news.

“Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you tell me?” Atsumu was visibly upset. If anything, he thought he would’ve been the first one to know.

Assuming that he was accusing you from keeping it a secret, you angrily whispered, “I just found out too. It’s not like I want to move!”

Being Miya Atsumu, he couldn’t hold his tears in any longer. He was frustrated that one of the most important people in his life would leave just like that. He was frustrated that your mother had to move. He was frustrated that you couldn’t do anything about it. He was frustrated that he couldn’t do anything about it. You took a step forward and wrapped your arms around him, your own tears falling down your face. He held you tightly, figuring that if he had to let go soon, he would take this chance to engrain the way you fit in his arms into his memory.

In a rush of emotion, Atsumu blurted, “I really like you.” What a sight he must’ve been. He had tear streaks on his pink cheeks and snot coming out of his nose. His hair was wild from tossing and turning in his bed. Despite all this, you realized that you didn’t want anyone else to be comforting you.

“I like you, too,” you whimpered softly, afraid to disturb the moment. Atsumu’s knuckles brushed over your cheeks, his face coming closer by the second. His lips gently hovered over your own, silently asking for your consent. You slowly moved forward and closed your eyes. Your lips softly connected with his in a tender kiss.

Atsumu had his first kiss at the age of 13 with his best friend he met when he was five in her bedroom that was only dimly lit by the moonlight just days before she was supposed to move away, and he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. The two of you eventually fell asleep in your bed with the covers a mess and in the morning, your mom found him cuddled against you, still not letting go.

As it turns out, declaring his love for his neighbor at 3:09 AM wouldn’t stop her from moving away, as Atsumu soon learned. He rarely spoke to anyone other than his brother for three weeks before asking his mother if your mother had contacted them from your new house. His mother had shaken her head sympathetically, knowing the news would disappoint him. Neither of you had phones of your own so upon hearing that the only way of communication had been lost, he spent another three weeks in silence. The only thing that gave him peace of mind was the fact that no one ever tried to move into the house next to his again. That meant a part of you still lingered there.

Eventually, Atsumu made peace with the fact that you weren’t coming back and as he grew older, placed his memories of summer with you in the back of his mind. Even so, he would never forget the girl he fell in love with that summer.

During his off season, Atsumu would visit Osamu at his shop to grace his younger twin with his wonderful presence. During his visits, they would reminisce about the past. Most of their conversations would linger on their high school years though they would occasionally talk about their elementary school years and inevitably, you would come up. However, every time Atsumu asked about you, Osamu would reply that he hasn’t heard anything about you visiting and Atsumu would huff good naturedly. Atsumu knew that he’d have to have incredible luck to ever see you again, but a part of him still hoped that one day your paths would cross once more. To him, you weren’t just a part of his childhood. You were the girl he had fallen in love with and has loved ever since.

After a typical uneventful visit to his brother’s shop, Atsumu trekked home – his childhood home. Whenever he had games near his hometown, he would stay at his parent’s house for old times’ sake (and because Atsumu liked to cling onto his mother). Upon arriving home, Atsumu didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. His mother’s house was still the same shade of gray, albeit a little darker from years passed by. However, when he glanced upon the neighboring house out of reflex, he noticed the real estate sign that was posted on the fence was missing. At first, he felt bittersweet, like the removal of the sign was confirmation from the world that he should give up.

However, just as Atsumu was going to accept his fate, the familiar door swung open to reveal an even more familiar face. Atsumu had imagined many times what you would look like all grown up and matured when it was late at night and he was feeling lonely. Despite Atsumu’s wild imagination, none of his fantasies could ever compare to the real thing. There, you were standing on the very same steps as the ones where Atsumu first saw you. Your head tilted in confusion before you excitedly exclaimed, “’Tsumu? Is that really you?”

Despite years of his brother, his family, and even some of his friends calling him by his endearing nickname, the way you said it washed over him in a wave of nostalgia. He lightly whispered your name, afraid that if he made any sudden movements the moment would reveal itself to be an illusion. You hurriedly rushed down the steps and threw yourself at him. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around you, feeling your flesh under his skin. You were really in his arms and Atsumu had never felt more alive.

“You moved back?” he tearily asked.

You let out a light chuckle. “Yeah, I thought it would be romantic to move back to my childhood home. To be honest, I didn’t think hard about it. It was mostly just on a whim. Though now it’s definitely starting to feel like fate."

"I can’t believe you’re really back,” Atsumu sighed. “Why didn’t you ever try to contact me?” Atsumu wasn’t angry. Not at all. After having you in his embrace again, he couldn’t really be angry at you anymore.

“Sorry, I just figured that you were too busy, and I didn’t know how to approach you after – y’know – that night.” You shyly looked away from him, the memories of the night before your move rushing back.

“Well, I hope you haven’t cheated on me in the years we were apart,” Atsumu teased, referring to the agreement you made years ago.

“Are you sure you’re the one that should be saying that? Miya Atsumu is known for being a lady killer. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve had a couple of girlfriends in the past.”

Atsumu groaned. “Please don’t tell me you believe all that crap.”

You lifted a finger up to your lips. “Hmm. I don’t know. I think I’ve read a couple of articles about Miya Atsumu bringing an older lady out on dates,” you hummed, knowing full well Atsumu had just been accompanying his mother to the supermarket.

Atsumu smiled at you with glossy eyes. “I think there’s only ever been one person for me.” You grinned widely at him, thinking the same.

Though Atsumu wouldn’t consider himself a particularly lucky person, meeting and falling in love with you was definitely a stroke of luck.

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Warning(s): implied racism (NOT by tsumu or his fam!!), just reader havin dark thoughts, suggestive but not too much, talk about 'accident' kids but it's all in good fun.

Content: BROWN/BLACK READER! angsty a little bit but mostly comfort and fluff !!! Atsumu asking for consent <3

A/N: this is so, sooo badly written guys 😭 i did not bother to read it more than thrice and the ending is so cringe lmfao, so yeah whatever. I hope it makes someone smile, that's all i want!

It's a weird feeling.

The one you are feeling right now as Atsumu's arms hug you tight from behind, his breathe tickling your neck and little kisses are littered all over it. It's not unpleasant. It feels comfortable, safe.

You still can't believe that Atsumu is your boyfriend.

Like come on, let's be real. Why would anyone like him be in love with someone like you?

But Miya Atsumu convices you that he is utterly head over heels for you, and you trust him.

He has shown you multiple times proofs of his love to you and you are so grateful for everything he does for you. Your heart is filled with so much love for him it might explode soon.

You always believed that you were pretty enough to fuck, but not enough to make people stay in your life. People finding you physically attractive was nothing new to you, but someone wanting to spend the rest or life lives with you? That's something you never heard of (nor hoped for) in your entire life.

Until Atsumu came in.

He was kind to you. A kindness that wasn't allowed to you throughout your childhood. A kindness that makes your heart cry because what the hell did you do to deserve him?!

And now he is your boyfriend and he looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing in this world. He is staring at you now, his honey eyes searching for your soul, trying to understand what goes through your pretty little head.

You blush furiously.

"My parents want to meet you." he suddenly says.

You freeze.

Fear seeps through your veins and your hands start to shake. A multitude of thoughts run in your mind and you try try try to appear unbothered and cool. But It's impossible with Atsumu.

"If that is okay with you, of course!! I dont want to pressure you into this." he says, gesturing with his hands as to emphasize the words.

You look at him uncomfortably, not knowing how to explain your thoughts to him. Of course you want to meet his parents, you want to know everything about him and be everywhere he has ever been, you want to know the people he loves and and the people he hates.

But trauma isn't this easy to overcome and it's even harder when your hypothesis have been confirmed over and over again: parents hate you. It's not an opinion to you, it's something unavoidable, a fact that you can't delete from your mind.

In all your previous friendships and relationships, your friend's or partner's parents have disliked you and asked their son to be less close, less friendly, less loving to you. You hoped and hoped and hoped that maybe this time would be different, you acted like it didn't affect you, like you didn't care. you hoped that your ex's parents weren't like that, but you were a fool. You knew inside what you were expecting and eventually you got what you wanted to avoid: his parents subtly told him to stop inviting you over. It started like this. Later, they asked him to come home earlier, to spend less time with you, and slowly, very, very slowly, everything fell apart.

You always knew the reason of their behaviour, it was nothing new to you after all, but it hurt every single time. It hurt back then, and it still hurts now to imagine what would happen if you met Atsumu's parents. They would see you, act nice and welcoming, make you a warm coffee and offer you a snack, but the second you leave, they'll have a talk with Atsumu. Something along the lines "She's a nice girl.. But i think you could do better.." or "You should think thoroughly about this...".

All this, because you are different from them. Your skin colour is different, your culture is different, your existence is different.

Not even your personality could compensate that kind of gap; you don't even know how to talk to parents, you barely talk to your own.

How do you explain this to Atsumu? That you are terrified, absolutely horrified with the idea of his parents hating you and him walking away from you to not disappoint them.

You decide that you are tired of all this.

"Sure" you say against your will.

You don't want to lose Atsumu, you don't want your past to happen again, but you have no choice. You would rather end the pain here than wait more months or years in which you get closer to Atsumu, just to be left devasted again.

End it now, end it all.

The day comes way sooner than you thought, than you hoped, but Atsumu is eager for it, and you can't suppress a sad smile when you see him all happy and giggly as he drives you to his home.

You try your best not to ruin his mood, this is as much about him as you, he told you he never brought a girl to his house before, all his exes didn't last enough to make it until his house.

Soon, he is parked in his modern style house's garage and you can feel anxiety creeping up your spine.

His house is pretty, a yellow painting with plants and flowers hanging from the balcony and at the entrance of the door. He has little garden with a little dwarf statue holding a cat, some leaves flying messily from one of the small bushes.

He doesn't ring nor knocks (duh, it's his own house), and opens the door.

You notice little details hanging around the walls, like a picture of him with Osamu and their dad, little hands holding a volleyball and a big smile on their face. Or the wooden shelf where all the keys are stacked in a ceramic bowl. You recognize the decoration on it, a "prothesis" in black and golden.

Atsumu invites you into the living room, letting you sit on the couch as he goes to the kitchen, where you assume his parents might be.

"Papa, Ma-" you hear him talk, but he stops in his tracks and you understand the reason when you hear him yell speak again: "Please, we literally have a guest over, you can have your baby making session later, in your room!"

"I was JUST kissing her, you little shit. You act like you've never seen two lovers kiss!" a male's voice replies back.

"You two stop fighting! Where is she Tsumie?" another voice, this time coming from a female.

You giggle at the petname you discovered of Atsumu and you are sure you're going to call him like this like, forever.

At that your heart clenches again.

Forever huh? If only it was this easy.

You get up when you finally see his parents coming out of the kitchen, followed by their son who gives you a bright grin.

"Hello." you bow, "I'm Y/N, Atsumu's garfield. AH- UM I mean, I mean girlfriend!" you blush furiously and hear Atsumu's suppressed laughter. You want Mother Earth to suck you in herself and make you disappear forever.

His mother's laugh makes your tense shoulders loose, "Nice to meet you Garfield." she jokes as she hugs you. You blush again. You have already messed this up.

"Hello sir." you bow to his father and you are hoping that his reply won't be too dry. If your communication skills with parents are bad, specifically, with fathers, they are the worst. At least mothers tried to hide their disgust and hatred towards you, but the father never cared about any of that. Not like they were outwardly mean, but they would just give you a dryass greeting and get out of the house (or shut themselves in their room). You are terrified of his father hating you, but your mind blanks out when Atsumu's dad reaches out to give you a hug, too. "It's so good to meet you, sweetie." he says.

You nearly fall from the shock but regain your composure soon enough. What the hell. What's this? Decent human beings?!

"It's nice to meet you, too."

His father's smile is kind and you wonder if it's all an act, a disgusted face hidden behind an evil grin, but really, it looks so innocent and pure you can't really imagine this man ever being angry at anyone at all.

He speaks again, "Make yourself comfortable, me and Atsumu's mother are going to make you lunch, what would you like to eat?"

You put your hands in front of you "Anything is fine really! I'm not picky! As long as eggplants aren't involved!" You joke, "Thank you!"

His parents smile at you and leave some privacy to you and Atsumu, who is now taking you upstairs to his room.

Fuck, Atsumu's room. You are about to enter his room. Atsumu's room. Him and you, alone. On a bed. Fuck. You didn't even think about this, too worried about his parents.

When he opens the door, it's exactly how you imagined it. White and blue walls with a lot of posters messily arranged, two volleyballs sitting on the floor and a gaming pc. Well, it is how you imagined it but less messy, you assume he cleaned up today before picking you up. What a cutie.

"You can sit wherever you want." Atsumu takes his shoes off and falls on his bed; you follow him and sit on his lap. He grins. "Didn't know you were that eager fe' me."

"You said I can sit wherever I want, and I want to sit," you point at his lap, "here."

It's surprising how comfortable you feel around Atsumu, as if the interaction with his parents didn't happen just 30 seconds ago, as if you weren't making scenarios in your head about when he will, finally, leave you.

"They look nice, your parents." your voice is a whisper for only his ears to hear.

"They are nice, sweetheart."

"Well, I wouldn't have known, I'm scared of parents."

He laughs at that, thinking you are joking- or maybe not - cradling your face in his hands. "My love, I have been telling them about you since, like, forever, they literally already loved you even before knowing you. So don't get stupid ideas in your little brain."

"Okay first of all, my brain is not "little", you fuckface," you point to him, "and secondly, yeah... thanks for the comfort." God you are terrible with words.

He squishes your face and kisses your puckered lips, "I love you." he says between kisses and you can practically feel his love all over you. You want to stay like this forever. He lets his hands wander on your body, stopping just right over your hips, under your shirt. His kisses get more heated as he pulls you tighter against him. His lips are everywhere, on your lips, your chin, your collarbone, neck, shoulders, "Y/N..." he breathes "Can I?" he asks with his fingers playing with the hem of your blouse.

Thousands of thoughts are running in your head and you don't know what to do or say, you want him, yes, but not now, not like this while his parents are downstairs and it's your first day over his house. You hesitate, not knowing how he will react if you tell him that you want to wait.

You are still thinking what to reply when his hands stop their movement, his eyes searching for yours.

"Don't be scared. I won't be mad, nor disappointed if you are not ready."

And god you want to scream, cry and punch holes in every wall you see because this man is so, so gentle, so kind, so perfect. He is everything every girl could dream of. Just for you.

You hug him, play with his golden hair, "Atsumu, I love you, and trust me when I say that I want you. I just don't want to do it now, if that's okay with you. I want to wait."

Communication with Atsumu comes easy to you. Everyone thinks he is not considerate of people's feelings and is rude, arrogant and what not, but you have come to learn that with you he actually has high emotional intelligence, he understands you like no one else and he does not act like a child with anger issues like people think he is. You are grateful for that.

"No problem at all baby." is all he says before throwing you on the bed and tickling you until you can't breathe anymore.

You both play fight, cuddle, make out and look at his old album pictures until his mother knocks the door, inviting you to eat lunch.

You follow them downstairs, sitting on the table next to Atsumu and in front of his mother, his father sitting adjacent to you.

His parents ask you a lot of questions related to university/work, family, friends and how you and Atsumu met (you tell them he asked for your number first and you rejected, making Atsumu whine. "ya weren't s'pposed to tell em that Y/N!"); you get to know them better too, his father is really good at cooking apparently and you wonder if Osamu got it from him, and his mother used to play in a rock band back in university as the bassist. So fucking cool, you think.

"Why did you stop?" you ask her, hesitating, wondering if you might touch some sensitive subject.

She laughs, "because this little shit here" she slaps on her husband's shoulder, "got me these other two little shits in ma belly!"

Your eyes widen in shock. What the fuck? Did she just out loud told Atsumu (and Osamu) that he is a mistake?!

"Ma, stop saying that as if we're an accident!" Atsumu yells frustrated. "It's not what you think Y/N. They decided that on their own, so my mom left the band after they both agreed to move in together and start a family. I am not an accident, nor is Samu."

"You won't let me spice up my life story, will you?!"

"There's nothing spicy in telling your child that he is a mistake, what the hell-"

"Okay okay calm down you too! Stop acting like kids! Y/N is losing her mind." it's his father now talking and you scratch your head, a small confused smile on your face.

Is this how normal families joke around?

Anyways, they are all smiling and laughing so you assume that's normal chit chat in the Miya household, so you join them, making fun of Atsumu and the way he always licks his lips after drinking anything, the little "chip chip" sounds he make with his tongue and how he actually loves being made fun of (he's a masochist).

The day's over earlier than you expected and you can't actually believe you had a good time. You were laughing and making jokes with his parents and they did not look at you weird.

They invite you over again and after a few weeks you meet them again and this time you cook with them and it's fun.

You realize not all parents hate you and the past does not define you. You have every right to be happy and be loved for who you are. You feel loved and accepted and really, it's all you could have asked for in this life.

You truly are blessed.

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author’s note: this is entry #4 to my tswift x haikyuu drabbles. expect more to come!

character: atsumu miya | song: glitch (midnights)

Miya Atsumu is ten levels of cocky and it infuriates you.

Look at him, with his too-easy swagger, the too-steady strides, the too-playful half-smirks he offers all the fans who would swoon and fawn for even a second of his attention.

And sure, he is skilled. You can’t deny the work he has put into his sport from the gallons of sweat that drips from his brow each day, the countless serves and spikes and sets he practices until you feel your own arms numb from his efforts each game, practice or otherwise.

But there is a difference between being confident in your abilities and walking as if you owned the world and you see that in how Atsumu carries himself.

And then on top of his pride was a hunger, a greed for things beyond what the business side of athletics can offer.

The fame is merely a byproduct, the brand deals and paychecks consolatory to the euphoria he gets in the court.

He looks at every game like a meal, licking his lips the first time the ball gets up in the air, his Adam’s apple bobbing before he serves, sighing at match point.

And even so, he never seems to be satisfied.

You weren’t supposed to fall for him the way you did. The way you do now.

You were supposed to be colleagues at least and friends at most.

Nothing more.

And yet now you find that while his cockiness is infuriating, the fact that you want him infuriates you more.

How dare your heart flutter traitorously in your chest when he speaks to you?

It was beyond unprofessional of you, falling for one of the athletes you were supposed to manage like some naive fresh graduate.

You had your own pride, too, and you refuse to let that be cast aside for the chance to run your fingers through bleach-blonde hair.

And yet.

And yet here you were, head over heels against your better judgment.

You watch his form, now clad in a crisp wine red suit and a black dress shirt with the top three buttons open, revealing the slope of his Adam’s apple.

He’s grinning in a way that endorses danger, yet you can’t look away.

That is until his eyes meet yours.

Something flicks in the browns of his irises.

Recognition, you think.

(Pleasant surprise, you hope.)

And it’s here that you remember that what infuriates you the most -more than his pride and your foolishness- is that he knows how much you want him.

You can sense it in his every glance, how his eyes raze over your form a second too long, his body skirting a centimeter too close.

You were supposed to be just colleagues.

Friends, at most.

And yet, he approaches you after politely bidding the paparazzi goodbye, and you don’t look away.

“Would you like to dance?” he asks, as soon as he nears you, brown eyes shamelessly drinking you in like freshly popped champagne.

You have to refuse.

And yet.

And yet.

You put your hand in his and let him lead the way.

“Why not?”

And when Atsumu pulls you in closer than accepted, you allow it.

And when his hands graze more than they should, you let them.

And when he offers to go elsewhere, you accept.

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𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨

Nights were usually cold and unforgiving to you but the heat in your cheeks negated that entirely. There was a loud ringing in your ears preventing you from hearing anything or anyone, that was until a hand shook your shoulder.

“Are you listening?” Atsumu looked worried for a moment.

“Y-yes sorry. What were you saying?” You blinked in surprise at him and moved to grab his hand on your shoulder.

“Would you like to go out with me?” Ah, that was why you were shocked in the first place. What was Atsumu Miya to ask you to go out with him? Not after he jested with you in the hallway not after he ruined the relationship of your best friend and his brother.

“You are arrogant to not realize that I have no interest in you!”

“What are you-” His shocked voice was cut off by your angry one.

“Because of your prejudice, you ruined the happiness of my best friend, and even if you were the last man on Earth I still would never be with you!” With a huff, you walked away from him, leaving him at the back of your mind.

Hell would freeze over the day you ever went out with that chauvinistic bastard.

School the next day was just as it was, your best friend was down in the dumps a bit and avoided both Miya brothers.

“It’s not your fault.” You rubbed your best friend’s, Sakura, back, trying to get her to eat the salad in front of the table. “He’s blind to not see how good of a person you are.”

“I know it’s just that he was so nice to me and got me flowers and did all these things-”

“And none of that means anything if he rejected you. It’s his loss anyways.”

“I hate when you’re right.”

“Then you must hate your life.” You both laughed and she finally started to eat her food while you ate yours quietly.

From across the cafeteria, Atsumu looked longingly at your form until his attention was taken by something Aran was saying. He could fix this or he would die trying. Not literally of course.

“What’re you looking at ‘sumu?” Osamu nudged his brother’s shoulder before taking a bite of his food.

“Nothing. Hey, can I ask why’d you reject Sakura?” Atsumu turned his head to see his brother staring at him quizzically.

“You told me she was only interested because I was in Volleyball Monthly.”

“Maybe I was wrong.” Atsumu shrugged his shoulders and looked down at his food, pushing pieces of lettuce around.

“Oh the great Atsumu Miya admitting to being wrong, will the universe stay intact?”

“Forget it.”

The bell rang loudly signaling the end of lunch, next was chemistry a class you shared with Atsumu, Sakura, and Osamu.

“Today we will be continuing with finishing our lab reports. Continue with the partners you had yesterday.” Everyone nodded but you realized that your lab partner was absent.

“Miss, my partner is absent.”

“So is mine.” You turned behind you to see Atsumu sitting a few tables over and alone at the two-person partner tables.

“Pair up and make sure to cite which sections you did with your original partner and with your new partner.”

You nodded diligently, trying your hardest to keep your inner resentment to yourself. It was not as if you did not just reject and yell at this guy last night.

“My partner and I left off at the reflection questions.”

“Same.”

Both of you kept it professional, only talking if the question required it. Though you declined to address it, the tension between the both of you was thick and anyone around you could sense it. Sakura sat with her partner and gave you pitiful eyes.

Help me, you mouthed towards her. She looked thoughtful for a moment before dragging her finger across some papers and forcing a paper cut on her finger.

“Miss, I got a paper cut. Could I go to the nurse’s office?”

“Yes, pick someone to accompany you.” You thanked whatever higher being for your teacher being a little laid back in times like this.

“Hey, could you escort me to the nurse’s office?”

“Yeah sure. We can finish the rest with our original partners.” You nodded amicably at Atsumu who kept his head on his paper and waved you off.

When you got into the hallway you thanked Sakura endlessly who just laughed at your groveling.

“I thought I was the only one who had a problem with the Miya twins. What happened with you?” Sakura put pressure on the paper cut on her finger causing her to wince slightly. You paused in your step only now realizing you never told her about Atsumu’s confession.

“I yelled at Atsumu last night after he confessed his feelings for me.” Sakura’s eyes widened to saucers and her jaw dropped open.

“You what?!” Her hands dropped and she began shaking your shoulders lightly. “Just because I have a problem with them doesn’t mean you have to!”

“Atsumu was the one who advised Osamu to reject you. If I accepted his feelings that would be some violation of the girl code!”

“Oh my god! Go back to him and accept his proposal!”

“No! I told him he compromised your happiness and that I would never date him!”

“Think about yourself for once! He could have made you happy!”

You ignored her notion and continued to walk towards the nurse’s office. Sakura continued to chatter mindlessly about your stupidity among other things until you arrived at the location.

Sitting outside the office you pondered the basis on which you rejected Atsumu. It had only been a day and yet you were already questioning the validity of your decision. Were you a fool? No, you could never be a fool, especially when rejecting the awful Atsumu Miya.

Sakura emerged from the nurse’s office just as the bell rang and you both made your way back to the class to confirm with your teacher about your absence.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you girls about a volunteering opportunity. As you know I am the advisor for the volleyball team and we are in dire need of help in practice.”

“Volleyball?” Sakura’s voice was small and you could sense the hope of dating Osamu light up in her again.

“I don’t think we could, the practices are long aren’t they?”

“I’ll do it!” Sakura had a wide smile on her face that made you nearly facepalm.

“I know you’re hesitant but if it would help I could offer a recommendation for college in return?” This woman was good at convincing you, she was a nationally recognized chemistry teacher. It would look amazing to get a letter of recommendation from her on your application.

“Thank you. I’ll do it.” You said it with a tight-lipped smile.

You quickly sent a text to your mom about being home late and continued on to your last class of the day, English. Today was a silent work day to finish up any last-minute details on your literary analysis essays.

Silent thanking yourself for finishing and submitting it digitally last night you worked on finishing some of your other homework. You worked diligently until you heard the teacher call your name.

“Could you help Mr. Miya with formatting his works cited page?”

“Yes, I can.” You smiled dutifully and quickly walked to the front of the classroom. Curious eyes followed your figure but you paid them no mind as you leaned over slightly to see what the issue was.

“The indentation keeps getting messed up.”

“I would not recommend doing it by hand, try using a citation generator.” You turned the computer slightly towards you and began to pull up a citation generator.

“Thank you. Sorry for-”

“No problem.” You cut him off before he could finish, knowing full well he was going to apologize for his actions the prior day. You walked away before he could get in another word and walked back to your seat.

Some in the classroom glanced at Atsumu’s regretful face and your face of indifference in wonder. What had transpired between the two of you?

When you showed up to the volleyball practice after school the whispers had spread to teammates of Atsumu. They glanced at you more than once and slowly it started to make you uncomfortable.

“Hey Sakura, do I have anything on my face?”

“No why?”

“Everyone keeps looking at me.” You wiped the side of your face somewhat aggressively.

“That’s because everyone thinks something happened between you and Atsumu.”

Your hand stopped and you rolled your eyes in annoyance. Sakura giggled at your expression and went back to helping to set up cones for a drill.

The players had started their laps which caused you and Sakura to lounge around on the sides. Everything had been set up already so there was no work that needed to be done, now it was the waiting game.

“Who do you think is going to be done first?” Sakura said, while not diverting her attention from the shooter game on her phone.

“My bet’s on Suna. What about you?” Your bored tone seeped through your words as you mindlessly played snake on your phone.

“I’m betting on Atsumu.”

“Don’t feed his ego. He’s got enough arrogance as it is.”

“Girls, can you help pass out towels?” Your teacher called out to you and you both got up and picked up the towel baskets.

In the distance, you could hear heavy footfalls so you prepared to start handing out towels rapid fire. The first person who entered was Osamu.

“Here.” You shoved a towel towards his chest before Sakura could, knowing full well she would use it as an excuse to start chatting with him. He’s not good for her. Not in the slightest.

Sakura stared glumly at your attempt and began to playfully glare at you. Then the next person came, it was Suna. She handed him the towel with a smile and a nod, he thanked her and made his way into the gym.

The third person entered, Atsumu was sweaty and panting but had a large smile on his face. This time Sakura beat you to the punch and shoved a towel into his chest.

“Here.” She took the same tone you had with Osamu and wore an indifferent face. Atsumu nodded in thanks and quickly rushed into the gym to avoid the glares from both you and Sakura.

One by one players trickled in and you both were soon finished handing out towels. The coach had asked you to start the washing process so you both headed toward the laundry room.

“I didn’t think you would get angry at Atsumu.” You glanced at Sakura who was staring straight forward.

“I may disagree with your decision but I’ll always have your back.” She nudged your shoulder and smiled widely at you.

“He’s not good for you, you know?”

“He is, it’s just his brother got in the way that’s all.” Sakura shook her head and pushed open the laundry room door with her back.

“Any man who places someone else’s judgment above his own is a coward.” You plunked down the basket on top of the dryer.

“Who says he’s a man?” Sakura wiggled her eyebrows at you in amusement and you laughed.

“Fine then boys or men.”

“He just trusts his brother like I trust you.” You paused your motions of dumping the towels in the washer.

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I’m always right.” Sakura had a smug smile on her face.

“We both know that’s a lie.”

You both continued the conversation until you made your way back to the gym.

There was a lightness in the air as they just finished up a mock match. Shouts of victory and groans of defeat rang out as you and Sakura helped to clean up the cones from the finished drills on the side.

Atsumu paused his victorious shouts to look at you. Was his judgment of your friend, Sakura, really wrong? He shook his head and got his mind back into practice, now was not the time to be considering this possibility. Osamu stole a quickie glance at Sakura before his head was pulled into a noogie by Aran who ruffled his head.

When practice ended you walked quietly home only to hear loud talking behind you. Just your luck, Atsumu, and Osamu were walking right behind you. Picking up your pace you were unavailable to escape the both of them as Osamu shouted out to you.

“It’s dangerous to walk alone at night!”

“I’m perfectly content.” You gave him the cold shoulder and continued to walk silently.

“We’re going in the same direction anyways, what harm could it do?” Atsumu glanced down at your figure as he walked alongside you.

“Fine.” You were already too tired to fight them and what harm could it do?

All three of you walked silently, a car would pass by every now and then but other than that it was quiet.

“Thank you for helping out at practice.” Osamu smiled lightly at you.

“Your advisor offered volunteer hours who was I to pass it up.” Your cold shoulder made both twins shudder slightly. They shared a look and knowingly they both decided to be silent. Their words could only harm the already fragile relationship they had with you.

Your house came into view and you bid them goodbye quickly. Jamming your key into the front door lock the cries of your mother came into earshot.

“Mom, what happened?”

“Moonshine!” She sobbed. “The window was open. She got out!” Your mother descended into hysterical sobbing and you comforted her the best you could.

“I’ll put up lost and found signs tomorrow. Yeah?”

“Thank you!” Your mother had been emotionally attached to this cat ever since you adopted Moonshine from the shelter. Her reaction, though dramatic, was sincere in every right.

You pulled your computer from your bag and began to format a lost and found poster. Some details, a phone number, and the last thing to decide on was the photo.

“What photo do you want to use?” Your mother attempted to show you but each time she found a picture of Moonshine in the camera roll she descended into tears again. At some point, you gently grabbed the phone and chose a picture that best captured Moonshine.

“There, all done.” The next step was getting your mom to bed as she would be no help in this state. “You should go to bed, Mom.”

“Alright.” She pulled you in for a hug and her arms squeezed you uncomfortably. “Don’t disappear on me too.”

“You know I won’t.” You chuckled lightly at her antics and brought up her up to her bed. The posters were soon printed with whatever was left in the printer and you rushed out the door to start putting up posters.

It was 1 AM when you finished and you drudged back to your home and collapsed into bed. When you woke the next morning not one person had seen the cat so you got ready for school.

School was tiresome as usual but the lack of sleep you had gotten really to you. You found yourself dozing off during lunch which Sakura quickly reprimanded you for.

“Sorry.” You muttered into your wrist as Sakura tried pushing some of your hair back to get a better look at your eyes.

“What happened?” There was a knowing look in her eyes that made you sigh.

“Moonshine went missing.”

“Do you need help looking for her?”

“No, she’ll turn up eventually I just hope it's soon.”

“Yeah so do I.”

Unbeknownst to you behind both of you were the Miya twins who were working towards their table. The wheels in Atsumu’s head started turning as he made one realization: he had to find that cat.

When the bell rang you were grateful to find your lab partner back and you both quickly finished the lab report. Using the time to check your phone for any messages about the cat you failed to notice the occasional glance Atsumu threw your way.

“What are you staring at?” Atsumu coughed a bit in shock at his lab partner catching him.

“N-Nothing.”

“Yeah right.”

He quickly changed the conversation back to the lab report which they were able to finish just before class ended. There was tension in the next class as you realized that seating arrangements had been changed. Everyone stood at the back of the class awaiting instructions.

“Today we will be reviewing an adaption of Pride and Prejudice whilst reading the book. For our next unit, you will write an essay comparing and contrasting the two works.”

Some cheered, many groaned.

“Minato here.” Your teacher points to a desk in the front row. They continued until the table in the very back was the only one left. You dared not look to your side as you realized there was only one person left; Atsumu. “And finally, you both here.”

While you nodded in understanding, your inner consciousness cursed out the teacher for pairing you up with him. The teacher continued the instructions but it seemed Atsumu was more focused on your hand moving gracefully across the page.

“Weirdo.” You whispered under your breath as you caught him staring. He quickly snapped out of it but a small part of you blushed at the fact he was paying you attention so intently.

“The person you are sitting next to you will be your discussion partner so get to know them well.” The bell rang soon after and you rushed to meet with Sakura before volleyball practice.

“You’ll never guess what happened?” You cried into your hands.

“What?” Sakura sat down next to you.

“I got paired up with Atsumu for the next English unit!”

“Oh, I thought it was something more life-changing.” She shoved your head slightly in an effort to get you to understand your dramatics.

“It is life-changing! He is awful and I am going to go to jail for murdering him!”

“He’s not that annoying, get over it and suck it up.” She pulled you up to drag you away to the gym.

“For someone who is supposed to be my best friend you sure are rude.”

“That’s the only way it’ll get through your thick skull.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know this skull is very nimble!”

“Oh yeah let me check.” You tried pushing away Sakura’s hands which were knocking against your head. Eventually, you both dissolved into giggles and finally made your way into the gym.

At this point, you realized that no one told you about the polishing work done on the floor and you promptly fell to the ground.

“Ouch!” Just as Sakura was about to offer her hand, another hand emerged in your line of vision. You grabbed the closest one and it just so happened to be Atsumu’s.

When you got up your eyes connected with his and there was a small moment where you thought of how his hand felt. It was rough but warm, warmer than you thought possible.

Atsumu did the same and indulged himself just for a moment and thought of how your hand felt in his. Your hand was softer but firm, your hold on his hand was strong.

A throat clearing nearby alerted you both to drop your hands and you stepped away, returning to Sakura’s side. The coach called you over to set up some drill and while your back was turned Atsumu stared at his hand.

He turned away and flexed it outward at his side before shaking his head and focusing his mind on the game at hand.

“Start your laps!” Everyone began to run outside, putting on their outside shoes.

You and Sakura took the same positions as last time but instead of Sakura handing Atsumu the towel you did.

“Here.” There was no force or aggression in your voice, it sounded like a small whisper.

“Thanks.” Atsumu bowed his head slightly and went on into the gym.

On the other side, you vaguely watched Sakura bashfully smile at Osamu who was returning it with a smile of his own.

The practice ended a few hours later and you walked home, reluctantly accompanied by the Miya twins. It was silent as before but while your head was turned down towards the sidewalk the twins exchanged glances over your head.

Osamu gestured slightly for Atsumu to make some kind of move but he resigned and looked away. You turned to your street just before Atsumu could say one last thing and waved bye at them.

The door opened with the usual creak but what you found shocked you slightly.

“Oh, honey! Someone came by with Moonshine!” Your mother proceeded to kiss the cat on its back again.

“I didn’t get any messages about the cat. How did-” You put your bag down near the door and walked slowly towards your mother on the couch.

“It was a boy, wanted to remain anonymous he said.” Your mother was too engulfed with Moonshine to fully question the situation but you sure did.

“Who Mom?”

“I don’t know. Oh but he had yellow hair, isn’t that strange?” She giggled slightly before again playing with Moonshine.

“Strange indeed.” You spaced out for a moment. Why did Atsumu Miya of all people have to find this cat? Furthermore, why did he want to be anonymous?

“Dinner’s in the fridge but I promised that boy I would give him some food. You wouldn’t mind dropping it off right?” You smiled at your mother who was cradling Moonshine like a baby. How could you say no to that?

“Fine, but we’re getting a tracker on Moonshine’s collar alright?”

Your mother laughed at your overprotectiveness but nodded. She sat back for a moment before putting Moonshine next to her and continuing some work. You, meanwhile, walked into the kitchen to find freshly cooked lasagna with a sticky note on top with an address.

“Pemberly Street it is.” You sighed at the sticky note before picking the lasagna up and quickly grabbing your bag. A walk would do you good and for returning the cat you did not mind making a small walk.

The wind began to pick up as you walked closer and closer to the address but you paid it no mind. Almost like the universe had it out for you just as you arrived at Pemberley Street rain began to fall hard onto the pavement.

“Son of a-” You ran to the stoop trying your best to shield the lasagna from the rain. Incessantly ringing the doorbell, you waited till someone answered the door.

“Coming!” The voice of Atsumu Miya made your heart pick up in speed more than you would like to admit. “Sorry about the wait…” He trailed off seeing your slightly damp figure.

“My mom sent me to give you this.” You held the lasagna up to him and he looked down at it confusingly. “Thanks for finding my cat.”

Just as you turned to walk away lightning sounded off in the distance and Atsumu grabbed your hand to stop you. You turned and found him looking worriedly at you.

“It’s raining, you can’t walk back.”

“And who are you to decide that?” You dryly replied, eyes glaring directly at him.

“Listen I know-”

“No you don’t-”

“I do!” His shout startled you. “I was wrong. I was wrong to judge you and your friend when I didn’t know anything about the two of you. Ok?” His voice got quieter towards the end as he let the emotions consume him.

“I-” He sighed somewhat annoyed at your lack of response before motioning you to join him inside. You obediently followed him and looked around at his home.

“My parents are out for the night and ‘Samu is at your friend’s house, apologizing profusely.”

“Why? Why is he apologizing now?” You said it quietly while making your way from the main entryway to the living room and then the kitchen.

“I told him to.” You scoffed at him.

“So what he listens to everything you say?” You shook your head and laughed slightly.

“He trusts me. Don’t you have people you trust too?” Atsumu bumped past you to open someone in a nearby cabinet. His words made you truly pause for a long moment.

He was trying to protect his brother right? Just as you would Sakura in any instance.

“You did what you thought was best.” You muttered it so he could not hear it.

“What?” Atsumu turned from the cabinets to you with his eyebrows laced in confusion.

“Nothing. I need to call my mom. Let her know.” You brushed him off quickly to step into another room. Dialing the phone quickly you waited till your mother answered.

“Honey, where are you?”

“I’m at the Miya's, the rain got too bad so I’m staying here for the time being.”

“I’ll pick you up in the morning, I don’t feel comfortable driving in the rain.” You understood her reasoning but it nonetheless infuriated you.

“Fine. Bye.” Your clipped words made your mother sigh on the other end.

“Bye, dear.”

You sighed tiredly and rubbed the bridge between your eyes. Great now this.

“You always talk to your mom like that?” You turned to find Atsumu leaning on the doorway.

“Rarely, only when I’m annoyed.” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked anywhere but at him.

“Good to know.” Atsumu laughed cheekily before he walked towards you and forced your chin gently up with two of his fingers to stare directly into his eyes. It was only now that you fully process the actions of the past few days.

I should hate him. I know I should but I can’t find it within myself to actually hate him.

“What’re you thinking?” Atsumu leaned closer to you, whispering in your eyes. Your cheeks were inflamed just as they were just a few days ago.

“You’re a decent person.” He paused waiting expectantly for your next words. “You did a horrible thing but I was mean too wasn’t I?”

“You cared about your friend like I did my idiot brother.” He pushed a strand of your hair from your face. “Besides, their probably confessing their feelings right now.”

“Oh.” You stepped back slightly and pushed him slightly away. Somehow this all felt very sudden, so soon, so now?

“What?” Atsumu’s eyes darted around you as you stepped back.

“This is all very sudden with everything. And I don’t think I like you.” That was a blatant lie that even Atsumu can read.

“That’s a lie and you and I both know it. Why can’t you just admit your feelings for me?”

“That is mighty presumptuous of you!” You gulped and took a step back making contact with a wall.

“It’s not. Not when I see you blush anytime I’m near you. Or when I hold hands with you and you lean in. So why can’t you just admit you have feelings for me?”

“I can’t! Because admitting that I like you means that I was wrong!”

“Why? Why can’t you be wrong? Just this once?”

“I don’t- I don’t know. I just can’t explain how my heart beats faster when I think about you or when my stomach feels like it's about to explode when I make eye contact with you. I don’t know!”

“You have consumed my every thought, you have bewitched my mind and I like you for god's sake!” The conviction in his voice made everything fit together, the feelings, the sensations, the everything!

“I like you.” You whispered it before taking a few steps forwards toward Atsumu. “I like you.” You grabbed his face in your hands. “I like you.”

“I like you.” He laughed slightly before finally pulling you into a kiss. The yelling beforehand faded into the past as the both of you became consumed with one another. Eventually breaking apart you stared, dazed, up at Atsumu.

“Wanna go on a date?” He scoffed slightly and laughed.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

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[sky-casino]

Atsumu x Y/N: Childhood Friends to Lovers... with a Twist

Hi~ I posted an Osamu x Y/N drabble last week, and now it's his twin brother's turn lol

You have been friends with Atsumu and Osamu since you were all three years old, when your moms befriended each other at the neighborhood playground.

You were a unit, the three of you were inseparable growing up. Same neighborhood. Same school. Same class.

So it was not surprising that at least one of the twins fell for you.

But it took so long for Atsumu to muster the courage to confess his feelings, extremely frightened that it might affect your friendship.

It was during your last year in college when he finally confessed, after persistent encouragement from Osamu and Suna. 

His confession was surreal and breathtaking. His feelings and how he put them into words moved you. You said yes.

One year into the relationship is when things started to change.

You slowly became distant and awkward with Atsumu. 

One night, after he came home to your shared apartment, you opened up your pent-up feelings to him in a very gentle manner because you knew what's coming is going to hurt him.

You told him that spending time with him as a couple this past year made you realize one thing: you just see him as a best friend, after all. You don't regret saying yes to him and you don't regret being with him all this time, it's just that, you thought you loved him romantically, but you were wrong. You considered that perhaps his surreal confession--the persuasive words and the beautiful wintery night--made you think that you were in love with him. That moment was just oh-so-beautiful and maybe everything about it unintentionally tricked your mind and heart into thinking that you loved the man in front of you. But in the end, the more time you spent with him, the more you realized that Atsumu is just a best friend.

Both of you were crying as you tell him your honest feelings. It broke your heart even more when Atsumu admitted that he'd been feeling the distance growing between the two of you recently, but decided to not say anything about it and simply act like nothing's wrong because he was afraid that if he said or did anything about it, it would damage your relationship. Like a glass that's been hit by something that's not strong enough to break it, but not so weak either, causing the pristine glass to have a crack.  

You said "I'm so sorry." repeatedly, because you were. You never wanted to hurt Atsumu, your childhood friend, your best friend who's also like a brother sometimes, the man who always expressed his love for you with words and actions since you said yes to him. How could you hurt him? But you also had to think for yourself. You were starting to get really exhausted pretending that you love him romantically. 

Atsumu mostly didn't speak. He's in shock, just staring at the floor as his tears relentlessly fell, until he said that everything's too much so he'll be sleeping at Osamu's for the night. 

In less than a week, Atsumu has already started to slowly move on and accept. He's talkative with you again, mostly on chats as it's still awkward for you both to interact face-to-face. He moved out of your shared apartment willingly, no fuss and drama at all.

You were relieved seeing him be his usual self again because you were worried that your years-long friendship was already ruined by your breakup.

What you didn't know was it was all pretense from Atsumu's side. You can say that it was his turn to pretend for the sake of the two of you. You pretended to love him, and now he's pretending that he's alright after getting his heart broken by you. 

Atsumu's mind was extremely muddled since the night of your breakup. It's a blessing that he has Osamu, who guided him to make a decision on what his next step will be after this heartbreak.

Atsumu could never hate you, he knew that. He replayed your words in his mind but he just couldn't hate you, even just a bit. And what struck him the most was when you said that you still very much wanted to be best friends, that you wanted to go back to what the two of you were before he confessed, that you wanted him to stay as a major part of your life. So if that's what you want, then he'd give it to you. That was the next step he decided to take. As simple as that.

So now, he's accepted your true feelings and is trying to move on by being your usual funny, loud, and reliable best friend. Seeing you happy and relieved made him happy too, on top of the pain he's hiding.

He told himself that he can be content with this, that even though it's extremely painful to lose you, it's not so bad, after all.

But all the pain and despair surfaced again and more intensely when you introduced your new boyfriend to your circle of friends at your birthday party, one year and six months after your breakup.

He was in shock and in even more pain to the point that he wanted to leave the party early. But he fought against it and tried to act casually until the party ended.

He realized that he was able to spend all this time being somewhat okay because deep in his heart, he was hoping that you'd go back to him. But now that you have someone new, a guy named Sakusa, his false hope has gone to smoke. You were truly gone and he berated himself for hoping at the first place. The cracked pristine glass has finally shattered into pieces.

And now, he needs to move on, again. This time, it will be for real.

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[quirrrky]

THE BOY NEXT DOOR  「06. SMILE」

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𐑂 1.8k+ words   𐑂 Your new neighbor, Miya Atsumu, is everything you’ll never ask for. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door?     𐑂 neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers

Atsumu’s heart beat hard and loud in his chest it almost felt like aching. He was breathing heavily, lost in your eyes, wondering what made him do something like that. He had kissed several women, but he's sure himself that he had never kissed them the way he just kissed you.

"Wow. You two are sure elevating so fast." Otose commented and you turned away.

"I'm gonna be late." You said, rushing out of the scene. What the hell did just happen? Your face heated up at the thought of Atsumu's lips touching yours. You shook your head, entering the building of your office.

It was just the heat of the moment! You were both so overwhelmed with your feelings that drove Atsumu to do such a thing. You bet he did it out of spite.

You took a seat at your desk and opened your desktop.

You always reserved intimate contact for special people. However Atsumu stealing a kiss from you was supposed to be infuriating yet you couldn't get fully mad at him, because you caved in and let him do that. You had every strength to push him away but you didn't.

His lips was softer contrary to his sometimes gruff behavior and the way he held you in his arms was firm but in a very gentle way. You couldn't even exactly identify how he managed to master both.

You ran your hand over your face. Why were you even thinking about this now! It's just the heat of the moment! You kept murmuring to yourself as you began picking up where you left off from your tasks.

But shit! How would you take a bath now? It would be so awkward especially that you just shared a kiss without even resolving what happened.

"Oh, Y/N. Are you going to the excursion with us next week?" Nako asked, knowing fully well that you don't do those stuff.

Your eyes widened as it the truth behind the situation hit you. Your work buddy was on vacation leave next Friday, which means you'd be left here in the office all by yourself if you won't attend.

Damn!

You're sure Nako planned this to outcast you. You clenched your fist. You knew for sure that if you'd attend the excursion, they'd bring their significant others along and they would pair you with "lone-guy" from the Loans Team, your workmate who's also single like you but...He's just not your type. It's just...cringe. You know...that one person you'd definitely not go for and you'd rather stay single than to even think of dating him!

Yeah, right. Call me judgmental. But we can have tastes, right? We can all have a romantic relationship with someone whom we find attractive. It might sound unrealistic these days, but you're gonna stick to your guns. You have standards and you knew what you deserve. It's just that simple.

"I'm not sure yet." You answered.

"Well, you better RSVP now, Y/N." She added. "Oh, Lone-guy's gonna be there! You won't be by yourself if you'd attend too. You two would make a great pair."

You wondered if Nako would break up with her current boyfriend if she'd know that lone-guy, being an accountant, had a very high salary that even surpassed her boyfriend's. And though you wanted to let her know about it so she'd stop hooking you two up together, you still wouldn't. You didn't want lone-guy to be some gold digger's cash cow.

You just smiled stiffly at her.  

Deeply, you sighed when you she went away.

Now, you're in a bind. You didn't want to be left out here all by yourself but you didn't want them to make fun of you at the excursion either. It would be simple if you could take a vacation leave but you're reserving it for your best friend, whom you would be meeting sometime in the next month or so.

You had never seen each other yet for a year now and you'd be willing to make sacrifices just so you could have a time together even just for a few days.

Your head was drowning in possible options that you didn't even notice that you worked overtime again. You stretched your arms and looked at the clock on your screen. Shit! You better go home!

In a rush, you turned your computer off and headed down and out of the building. It was dark, empty and so very late again. Here you were being stupid. Just because you had come face-to-face with serial killer already didn't mean you had an immunity.

You gulped and clutched to your bag tight. You were hearing foot steps behind you and you briskly walked. No looking back, Y/N. No looking back.

"Why're ya still out this late at night?"

Atsumu! You sighed in relief. It's not the killer. But wait! It's Atsumu! What's worse? Your face reddened, not knowing how to face him.

"Work," you murmured and he ran, so he was beside you. Reflexively, you glanced up at him, your eyes focusing on his lips.

He dry coughed and you both looked away, blushing.

"Do ya usually go home this late?" He asked.

"Yes, sometimes."

Dramatically, he sighed. "It's just in time with my jogging. Let's just walk home if ever we come across each other."

You just nodded your head in silence.

Reaching your apartment building, you entered the elevator with him. You both just stood there, avoiding to look and talk at each other. Memory from earlier was still fresh from your minds and your lips.

Awkward.

The doors opened and you both stepped out.

"Better go home early next time. You still need to take a bath." Atsumu tried to say in factual manner.

You just stared blankly at him and he panicked.

"I-It ain't that I'm waitin' for ya to take it or somethin' B-But I'll be waitin' for ya. I-I! I mean! Just knock if yer ready to take a bath." A pout etched his face as he tripped over his words in agitation.

He clumsily hurried inside his room and you were left there standing not knowing what to feel. Deep inside, though, you were kinda' thankful that Atsumu always knew how to handle this weird dynamic you two had.

It was just the heat of the moment. You closed your eyes and chuckled, shaking your head.

Days went by and you two were back to normal. Well, you thought you're, but for Atsumu it was a different thing. He was glad that you just played along with not talking about the kiss in the elevator, but he kept replayin' the damn thing in his mind over and over again.

Aughhhh!

He smashed his pillow over his face. Hajime-san wondered what made him do 200 push-ups today. Even with that amount of push-ups, all he could think about was your lips on his. The way you tasted and felt around his...

Fuck!

He's seriously dry. So dry. But he couldn't bring himself to hook up with just anyone else, because he feared that he might imagine you-

He abruptly stood up. His breathing heavy on his chest. It was just a kiss, Tsumu! He's done more than that with other women, but why did this one little thing stuck to him this much. He absent-mindedly touched his lower-lip with his fingers. His heart began beating loud again. Suddenly, he was hearing sweet violin playing in his ear.

He gulped.

What...

Could you be listening to one of your cheesy songs again?

He leaned his ear to the wall to listen closely to you. No, you were not, but his attention was diverted from his confusing feelings to the conversation you were having next door.

"It's Nako who organized the excursion." You sounded frustrated.

That tone of voice. You had it reserve for your most-trusted best friend. You always told her about anything that Atsumu already knew about everything.

Wait, it's not like he's a nosy neighbor! But he definitely was.

Atsumu knew very well that this Nako girl was givin' you a hard time at work. Now, he really wondered who this Nako was since you were so feisty around him, that you could even breathe out fire to burn him in flames, yet you couldn't give Nako hell.

"I couldn't use my leave or else we can't have that day trip we planned." You said. " Hey, why're you like that? Is it really okay for you that we won't be seeing each other?"

You saved up those leave credits despite the many times you wanted to take a day off just so you could meet at last.

"I know...I know it's so I won't feel left out. I know..." You bit your lip, "but..." You paused, not wanting to sound clingy. "Never mind."

You knew the concern coming through from the other end yet you couldn't help but feel dejected. You just missed everything about the two of you yet...

"Nah, it's just you might find me clingy." You feared it. You were terrified laying it all on the line to someone else.

Atsumu heard the sweet melancholy laced in your voice. He knew you. You ain't gonna say it, but you missed your best friend so much. You always sounded so fond of her whenever you talked to her. He knew how dear she was in your life and you really wanted to see her so bad.

Now, he was reminded of Samu. They used to do stuff together and now they were apart and he couldn't help but feel the same way that you're feelin' right now. He wanted you to know that it's okay to feel. It's alright to feel that way and to let your best friend know about it. Though, he just hoped that she won't turn out like Nako who would just hurt you in the end.

You finally said good bye. The decision would be in your hands after all, but you couldn't help but feel a little sad. You were puzzled where to put yourself and bothered that you couldn't fully express how you feel.

The door bell rang and you wondered what Atsumu could be needing from you this late at night. Yes, you knew it was him since that specific way of ringing the doorbell was his signature. Confirming, you looked through the peephole and opened the door.

"Tsum-" You were stopped when he squished a warm paper bag on your cheek.

"W-What's this?" You asked as you accepted the paperboy from him.

He placed his hands inside his pockets and looked on his side. "Just...somethin' to warm you up."

You opened the bag and saw his twin's famous and yummy onigiri. "Oh my god! It's my favorite!"

Atsumu smugly smiled, proud that he was able to make you light up even just a little. The way your eyes twinkled and your cheeks puffed up in a very soft manner made it hard for him to breathe like a knot was forming in his chest.

He wanted to turn back but he heard his own words in his head. It's okay to feel. He swallowed the anxiety down.

Atsumu pinched your cheek and finally let the tender smile rest comfortably on his lips. "Glad you liked it."

He fondly and heartily chuckled at your annoyed, smart-ass comeback.

Whatever this was...maybe it's okay to feel this way for a while.  

𐑂 AN : Thank you for hanging on with me guys! As you’ve noticed, I’m trying to get the chapters out faster than usual, so I won’t torture you with so much waiting. I know you’ve been waiting for the fake dating arc. We’re gonna get there, I swear! I just wanna make the journey to it fun and more impactful because of their accumulated memories together. 

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✧ DAYDREAM MUSEUM ✧

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[kenmasangel]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 — m.a smau

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[hangezen]

haikyuu boys as different types of kisses

content : contains atsumu, oikawa, and tsukishima. a bit suggestive on atsumu’s and oikawa’s, but other than that it’s mostly sfw. gn!reader.

jade’s notes : i suddenly came up with this idea and i just had to write about it :]

atsumu is a french kiss. atsumu is always craving more of everything. he always craves you. he won’t settle for a little peck, even if both of you are in public. he just loves you so much, he needs to constantly kiss you. his kisses are passionate, warm, and slightly cocky. you both feel the world stop when both of you kiss, no matter how many times you both have. make-out sessions with the blond usually have steps: they start off with a peck, then a deep kiss, then a slightly more desperate deep kiss. after coming home from a long and exhausting day of practice a make-out session is desperately needed.

the first thing atsumu did when he got home from practice was drop his bag on the floor, snake his hands through your waist, and pull you closer to him. “‘tsumu, you’re sweaty” you complained. “i missed you so much babe,” he said, giving you a peck on the lips, “can’t help it.” you returned the kiss that quickly turned into a make-out session. you placed your hands on your boyfriend’s broad shoulders as it progressively kept getting more intense. both of you got lost in the exchange of strong, yet loving kisses. “you forgot to close the door” you said, giggling lightly. “did you seriously break our make-out session to close the door?” he said. “of course not. i broke it because you need to shower.” “fine. but we’re finishin’ this later, got that baby?”

tsukishima is a forehead kiss. his excuse for mostly giving you forehead kisses is the fact that he’s very tall. the truth (that he will never confess) is that his heart melts every time he looks at you after giving you his favorite type of kiss; your cheeks flushed and eyes filled with love. he loves giving you forehead kisses, but will gladly kiss you on your lips if you asked him although he might tease you a little.

you clinged onto your boyfriend’s arm as you walked down the street of your home. the sun was setting and the sky was painted a beautiful orange. tsukishima was talking about an annoying new boy at the museum while you listened him mutter the most gruesome and vile insults known to man against this poor boy. “have you considered the fact that he’s just trying to make friends?” you responded. he looked at you with widened eyes. “y/n, he thinks he knows more about dinosaurs than me. he said that to my face. we will be enemies until i die.” both of you arrived to your apartment shortly after that. you waited in front of your door for your boyfriend to give you your common forehead kiss, but he just kept staring at you. you started blinking in hopes for him to notice, but to no avail. “why are you looking at me like that” he said. you scoffed. “remind me why i’m dating you again?” you responded. “let’s see: i’m amazing, i’m tall, and i love you.” “did you just admit to having a crush on me?” tsukishima rolled his eyes and gave you his signature forehead kiss. you smiled at him, making him smile too. “love you, kei” you said, while entering your apartment. “love you the most, idiot.”

oikawa is a neck kiss. so simple, yet so deadly. everyone knows that oikawa’s charisma is god tier, but his kisses are addictive. they’re soft but leave this unexplainable attraction, resulting in wanting more. he loves kissing you anywhere, but his #1 kiss has to be the neck kiss. not only does he love giving them because he knows what he’s doing, he loves seeing how much impact a simple kiss on the neck has on you. it thrills him that his lips on your neck have an enchantment on you.

oikawa was relaxing on your shared bed while you did your skincare routine in the bathroom. you heard a dramatic sigh come from your boyfriend in your shared room, which you chose to ignore due to the fact you were still midway through your nightly routine. not even thirty seconds pass and you heard the a dramatic sigh come from your boyfriend, again. you furrowed your eyebrows, irritated, and went on with your routine. you finished your routine and were gently drying your face when your boyfriend enters the bathroom and leans on the doorframe, sighing once again. “what is it, tooru?” you said, looking at him through your bathroom mirror. “i’m tired and want to cuddle” he says. he moves from the doorframe to behind you, putting his hands on your waist and resting his chin on your head. “i’m about to finish, give me a minute.” he moves his hands up and down your torso while he rested his chin on your head, his eyes closed. he then continues to move his face down to your neck and gently kissing it, the contact making your heartbeat accelerate. “i’m done.” “finally!” he regained his composure and grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the bathroom and onto your bed for the cuddles he requested.

© hangezen ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

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[emmyrosee]

“Daddy?”

Atsumu immediately leaps a foot in the air from the small voice of your son, standing on the side of his bed, small arms cradling a stuffed duck. You’re not quite sure what woke you up- your husbands leap of terror, or your son’s tiny, frightened voice.

He groans and smacks a hand over his face, “bud, it’s the middle of the night. It’s too late to try and scare daddy to death.”

“Sorry,” he pouts. You close your eyes and sit up with a grunt, and he offers you a small wave, “hi mumma.”

“Hey, Kousei,” you hum. You press your fingers into your eye sockets, “what’s going on, sweetheart?”

The three year old digs his foot in the carpet, before flicking big brown eyes up at his dad, “know how look f’ monsters, daddy?”

Atsumu nods exhausted, “yeah, I do. What about them?”

“Man in my closet says no sleep.”

Atsumu immediately tenses up, your own eyes flying open as you look down in terror at Kousei.

“….who said that?” Atsumu chokes.

“The man in my-“

“Yeah, okay,” he squeaks. “Good to know I heard you right.” He looks over at you, eyes pleading for support, but when you nod towards the door, he shakes his head in fear. “Just- okay. Come on in bud.” He lifts the sheets for Kousei to climb in, which the small boy does.

You scoff, “isn’t that something you should discuss with your wife first?”

“You can go talk to the man in his closet, I’m all set,” he mumbles, kissing his son’s head.

You sigh and scrub your eyes, “should I get hisako?”

“No. She’s braver than us, she’ll be fine.”

“Alright.”

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[lumiinix]

- BOKUTO ( you cannot tell me he won’t do this), Hinata, Atsumu, Osamu ( why do I feel like he would do this too?), kuroo?, Yamamoto, Tanaka, Nishinoya.

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Dad! Atsumu and Dad! Bokuto:

Domestic Life with Their Partners

Dad! Bokuto Kotaro x Male! Reader and Dad! Miya Atsumu x Male! Reader

Warnings: pure fluff

A/N: This is a request from Dragon Anon!

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Bokuto Kotaro

Bokuto will be one of the best, if not the best dads in the HQ world 🤚🏻

I said what I said 😤

Honestly, he's basically a child himself for like- what else would you expect?

He's totally the dad to just sit and stare at his sleeping baby, being like "I helped make that" 🥺

You and Bokuto have three kiddos *currently*

I say currently because Bokuto could never have enough

Whether you adopted, birthed your own or fostered, Bokuto is all about that life

Let's just say, you stay home with the kiddos

Bokuto is busy with training and you both decided you wanted one parent at home

Needless to say, by the end of the day you are exhausted

Raising three demon spawn is exhausting

I should know, I keep two alive on the daily 🤚🏻

"Dad, when is daddy coming home?"- your oldest asks you

"Soon my love, I hope VERY soon"- you, about to lose your last bit of patience

When you hear the door open, chaos ensues

Not from you or the kids, oh no

From the giant owl man on the other side 🤣

"DADDY'S HOME"- Kotaro screams as your kiddos rush to hug and jump all over him

Finally, YN some breathing time

Bokuto doesn't forget about you tho, oh no

On top of being an amazing dad, he's also an amazing partner

"Hey my wonderful husband"- Kotaro says giving you a sweet kiss 🥰

"Ko you are sweaty and gross. Go shower"- you say

Bokuto 👉🏻🥺 so you don't love me if I smell??

"I'll love you more if your clean"- you 😁

Bokuto 👉🏻🥲 pain

Bokuto runs to shower while you start dinner

This man will fully come out of the shower, in a towel and start playing with his kids

Because he's that amazing!

"Ko get dressed! Dinners almost done"- you shout

"Why can't I just eat like this?"- Bokuto

"Can I eat in my underwear too?"- your middle child shouts

You 👉🏻😐 that's why Ko

"Lets just all eat in our underwear!"- Bokuto yells

Everyone including Bokuto screams in excitement

You 👉🏻😐 absolutely not

"Baby- why??"- Kotaro 🥺

"Because I wad planning a trip to the park after dinner but if we are all in our underwear, how will we go?"- you

Bokuto and the kids all look at each other 👀

"Ok kids let's get dressed like dad said!!"- Bokuto shouts

A resounding "HEY HEY HEY" reverberates from down the hall

You just smile to yourself because your life is so perfect 🥰

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu is one of those dads who tells dad jokes all the time

Like the minute he becomes a dad, it's like a transformation

But he's also like the super hot dad

Like the dad that carries his babies in baby wraps

He also is that dad who will totally help with night feeds but he doesn't so diaper changes 🤚🏻

I stand by that ok

You and Atsumu have twin boys and man, is it a blast 🤣

I say that because Atsumu is finally understanding what it's like to raise a mini him and Osamu

You are at work one day when your husband calls

"Babe! The boys are driving me insane! One of them hit the other one with my volleyball and now they are both crying" he says as the boys scream in the background

"Sumu give them a treat and I promise they will stop crying"- you say

"Dear husband, I DID! I called Samu to come help and he's bringing onigiri. The boys can have that right?"- Atsumu

You 👉🏻😐🙄 yes darling

"Do I have to cut it up for them? Omg what if they choke??"- Atsumu says panicking

"Sumu chill out"- you say trying to keep your husband calm

"Omg YN how do you so this when I travel? How do you survive?"- Atsumu says

"Well- there's always booze"- you say shrugging and typing on your computer

"YN seriously"- Sumu says, his voice saying all that needs to be said

"Is that YN?"- Osamu says entering the house

"Yeah, omg where is the second one??"- Sumu says panicking

You 👉🏻🤨 the second one?

"They are identical YN!"- Sumu says running around

"Give me the phone ya idiot"- Osamu says ripping it from Sumu's hands

"Samu... is everything ok?"- You say

"Don't worry YN. I got this. I'll make sure they nap"- Osamu says

"Make sure Atsumu naps too"- you joke

"I DONT NEED A NAP"- Atsumu yells as you hear the twins yell "no nap, no nap"

Unsurprisingly, you come home to find Osamu cooking and Atsumu asleep with your twins on the couch

"The nap was a good call YN"- Osamu jokes

You smile as you get your phone out to take a picture

"Yeah yeah it was" 🥰

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[yenonnoff]

TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE!

atsumu miya x fem!reader

⌒☆ synopsis : when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?

⌒☆ content: actors/celebrity au, social media au, modern au, enemies (got off on the wrong foot) to friends to lovers, slow burn (sorry 😞), mild angst, fluff, crack/humor

⌒☆ warnings: she/her pronouns used, contains swearing, mentions alcohol/alcohol consumption

⌒☆ status: on-going (07/18/23)

🎬 chapter names may change as the story progresses + unless stated differently, ignore all timestamps

🎬🎧 — playlist

STARRING:

｡ｏ♡ HOT dummies // mentally sane + atsumu ig? ｡ｏ♡

( minor chars! )

LIGHTS:

01. vengeance (like batman)

02. vroom vroom! im here (୨୧)

03. wtf is love

04. sweet dreams (or not)

05. hi, mr. charismatic

06. give me a break (୨୧)

07. morning madness

08. you ruined my coffee with your scowl (୨୧)

09. emergency conference meeting!

10. strangers (?) at an amusement park (୨୧)

11. perhaps a malfunction?

12. a mistake, 100% a mistake

13. your words

14. message sent, message received

15. tolerate! tolerate! tolerate!

16. me, you, and a beautiful sunset (୨୧)

CAMERA:

17. snap out of it!

18. brewing up a storm

19. do not disturb

20. conversation over coffee

21. cat chase (୨୧)

22. tba

ACTION:

...

a/n: hi!! this is my first ever smau + my first time posting on tumblr so pls be patient if smth looks off (and if smth does, pls kindly inform me!!). i want to thank @idlerin for inspiring me to make this, so many thanks to syl!! u should check out her smaus and other works, theyre all amazing!! asides from that, i want to give the fattest biggest thanks to my best friend may (@kqbukimono) for putting up w/ my spontaneous questions and for giving the best advice ever (ure the best ig 😜). she also helped me choose the title! ok im being too nice, he might make fun of me. thank u so much to everyone who is planning on reading my smau!

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[prodshima]

love language scenarios 𖤐

warnings: i wrote this a couple months ago and i just realized that it doesn’t really fit their languages but i’m too caught up to rewrite the whole thing :(

pinned: just cute scenarios of 2 of my baby boys that’ll hopefully get me out of writer’s block :) also, is haikyuu tumblr still alive? lol :p

click here for: part two

ATSUMU MIYA - physical touch.

“baby, where are you? i’m home” atsumu drowsily calls out from the front door, kicking his feet out of his shoes before hastily hanging his coat on the rack when he hears you call out his name

with fast strides, atsumu rushes to the bedroom and shoves the door open, his heart immediately melting at the sight of you all cozy in his shirt. you look so cute and he just can’t help but jump on you to bury himself in your warmth (which he’d been looking forward to since he left for work at 7 in the morning) —oh how he missed you so so much.

“hi there my baby, how was work?” you ask him as you run your fingers through his hair gently, untying the knots in the process before bursting into muffled giggles when he lets out a groan

“ ‘s okay but i missed ya” atsumu whispers and glares at you teasingly when you tell him that the both of you just spent the whole weekend together, he knows it’s true but he doesn’t care.

as a comfortable silence envelopes the bedroom, atsumu peppers feathery kisses on your jaw, soft sighs leaving his lips when your gentle hands stroke his cheek in circles, suddenly feeling overwhelmed after facing a lifeless computer for almost 16 hours

“wanna have dinner, tsum?” you ask him after a few minutes of silence, suddenly remembering that you prepared a small meal for him to eat because you figured he hasn’t eaten yet

but you’re weirded out when silence envelops the room so you look down and there welcomes you your boyfriend lying on your chest who’ve never looked so fragile with his head resting on your chest, his legs tangled with yours, and his arms wrapped around your waist

“i love you so much, tsum” you whisper as you feel your own eyes closing as well, the both of you left to enjoy each other’s warmth, finally letting the night past.

TSUKISHIMA KEI - quality time.

for someone like tsukishima kei who’s used to always spending his free time studying before he came across you, he cherishes every moment the both of you spend together because he knows he’s not good with his words— whether it’s spent on little dates, staying at his dorm and snuggling while watching cliché movies, or even just listening to music together, it’s a thing he’ll never admit it though.

“tsukki, wanna walk me home?“

tsukishima turns around to you batting your eyelashes in attempt to “lure” him to walk home with you— he thinks it’s kind of stupid though because you know he’ll do even if you don’t ask him to, he’d never make you walk home alone this late in the afternoon especially knowing that you’re tired from all the lessons you had to take in 

and of course also due to your hectic schedules kicking your asses these past few weeks as finals come to a close, the both of you don’t see each other much in campus except during lunch breaks

“of course i have to, i don’t trust you enough to walk alone” tsukishima says with a fake sigh as he looks forwards, avoiding your eyes, but you decide not to tease him any further about how he just won’t admit that he wants to be with you just a little longer but instead, enjoying this side of him

as the both of you walk together silently with his earphones shared, listening to the playlist he made for you, well that he denied making, his hand suddenly grabs yours hastily, but still somewhat gentle and buries it in the pocket of his hoodie, catching you by surprise and pulling you closer to his side

you can’t help but smile at him sheepishly, that of course goes unnoticed by the tall man, judging, he looks at you with an eyebrow raised all while trying to keep his own unfazed aura because he knows exactly what’s running on your mind

“what are you looking at? hurry up, we still need to study when we get home” he scoffs softly, attempting to remove your hand from his but you don’t budge, gripping his hand tightly as you gaze at him in surprise

“huh?! are you staying with me today? you’re not going back to your dorm, tsukki? tsukki? tsukki !” you whine, swaying your hands together as he grins widely, turning around to leave a quick peck on your lips and pinching your cheeks together

“yeah, i am so get used to it because i’ll be doing it a lot more”, he admits and you tug his arm lightly, smacking him as you repeatedly ask what he meant by that

this is perfect, he thinks.

yeah it is.

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[luvtsumu]

could yall imagine msby4, osamu and suna all at your grad at the same time!!!! i think it'd be so hectic and endearing :-(

they'd all come with their own boquet of flowers, probably having coordinated prior on what they're getting you!! the agreement was definitely small bouquets so that you'd at least be able to carry them all (BUT???? WHY WOULD BOKUTO NOT GIVE YOU AN ENTIRE GARDEN???? YOU DESERVE IT!!!!!)

atsumu is def a bit annoyed that bokuto got a bigger bouquet for you, BUT atsumu is the only one who got you a cute helium balloom!!

they'd be early to the ceremony, seeing you before and after!! you told them that it wasn't important for them to come so early (you had to be there 90 mins prior to the ceremony itself to get your gown, degree, and professional photos taken) but they insisted

they as in hinata, bokuto and atsumu... they just couldn't wait

sakusa, osamu and suna were more than happy to arrive on time... but for carpooling purposes and actually being able to find parking, going all together was the better choice

but what's 90 minutes?!?!??! time went by so fast with the number of pictures you got with them even before you got your gown

you'd obviously get solo pictures with everyone, all of them smiling in their photos that'd let everyone know how proud they are of you!!!

hinata definitely has his cheek pressed up against yours (careful not to smudge any of your make up though if you're wearing any!!), has an arm around your shoulders, and has his other pointing at your degree with you hold it! his smile is so bright and his eyes squint up. he giggles as you two take the photo which ends up making you laugh and show the camera a cheesy smile.

bokuto would have an arm around your shoulders too!! resting his cheek on top of yours and practically caging you as he gives the camera two thumbs up!! you'd smile big and mimic his pose which gets everyone laughing since you honestly give off "mini me" vibes with him

atsumu for sssuuurrreee sticks his tongue out in his photo with you. arm around your shoulders--not really since he puts up a peace sign behind your head to give you bunny ears--and his other hand pointing towards you. he'd wink at the camera too and they'd end up catching a photo of you rolling your eyes at him (that's the one he'd post LMAO)

sakusa, of course, is a little more reserved--but he's so proud of you and your accomplishments!! his arm still wraps around you respectfully and he smiles for the camera. he takes off his mask completely for you so you both get a good photo. he's definitely the most formal when it came to taking a photo with you (but anyone would be able to see how happy he is to see you graduating with the way his eyes squint up and his smile looks so natural)

osamu is super natural when taking a photo with you!! he's got an arm around your waist which atsumu calls him out for (he flips atsumu off LOL) and you laugh. someone gets a picture of this before the actual proper pose hahahaha. he'd tilt his head towards you and point at your degree, his smile cheesy and body language proud

suna, same as osamu tbh, but he practically headlocks you with how close he brings you with his arm. he smiles, rests his cheek against your head, and smiles at the camera while pointing at your degree. his smile is smth everyone gets caught off guard with--since when was he so soft?!

during the ceremony, the rowdy ones get restless because why the hell is it taking so long ahlddjsjdjdjdj but!!!!!

as soon as they see you getting ready to walk, they're EXCITED

everyone is up from their seats, clapping and cheering for you as loud as they can (except maybe sakusa, but he's still definitely standing and clapping obnoxiously loud) as soon as your name is called and they cheer allllll the way until you walk off the stage

the rest of the graduates and audience laugh at their enthusiasm, but, of course, find it endearing as they're yelling things along the lines of "that's our graduate!!!" "walk that stage y/n!!!!" "i love you!!!! give me your autograph!!!" "thats 40 thousand dollars right there!!!!"

and of course some people know who they are!!! you're definitely the talk of the town and some people are jealous you've got the rowdy volleyboys cheering you on so excitedly!!

after the ceremony, more pictures are taken (lots of group photos and silly ones too!!) and this time even with your family.

your family thanks them for coming and comments on how hilarious it was to hear them cheering. it gives them a great feeling (esp one of comfort!) knowing that you are loved so dearly by others!

the boys are also invited for dinner and who are they to say no?!?!?!?

later, they're definitely all posting photos on instagram!! hinats posts on his story and makes an actual post for you--he filmed your walk and definitely posted that, probably captioning it with "slaying their best slay rn 😫" LMAO,,, he also makes a cute collage of you, obviously wanting to highlight YOU as the graduate, for his story. for his post, he makes a photo of you two together the first photo, followed by a bunch more, a group photo, and then his favourite solo picture of you giving a cheesy smile to the camera as you hold up your degree!! he'd caption his post with a short cheesy paragraph about being proud of you and knowing you'll have a great future

bokuto also posts a video of your walk on his story and his yelling is so loud 😭😭😭 everyone who watches it definitely turns down their volume LOL but it's super sweet!! he follows it with a photo of you two together and just sticker bombs it. he also makes a post, making the first picture one he took of the bouquet he got you, then his favourite picture of the both of you, following it with more duo photos, a group photo, and even a photo of him and the boys while they waited. he captioned it with "SO HAPPY FOR @ YNUSERNAME !!! CONGRADS AND REMEBER ME WHEN YOU'RE FAMOUS!!! LOVE YOU!!!!!!!"

atsumu spams his story of your entire graduation actually LOL it started with him getting ready, him with osamu, the both of them getting you each a bouquet, him getting a balloon, them meeting up with the other boys, the hectic car ride that consisted of a loud karaoke session much to sakusa's (the driver) dismay, a video of them seeing you for the first time and how your face lit up, two 6-photo collages before the ceremony (mostly pictures of the both of you striking many different poses), a video of you getting ready to walk and him saying "it's happeenninng!", a video of you walking and his screaming (he's the one who yelled that he loves you and wants an autograph for suuurree), and bunncch of photos afterwards. he posts one group photo followed by his favourite photo of the two of you on his feed and captions it with "so proud of this scholar!!! c's get degrees!" and you're definitely defending your honour in the comments when you eventually see the post LMAO

sakusa, more reserved tbh, posts a picture of you walking the stage on his story! he has a video but thats for safekeeping and he fucking hates how loud atsumu was jsdkdjshdkdjsjdj anyways,,,, he tags you in the story, follows it with a cute photo collage with a couple cute stickers that said congrats! and some confetti, and he also posts a group photo on his feed. he captions it with something sweet and simple! "congradulations to @ ynusername. so proud of you and your success :-)"

osamu posts a video of you walking on his story (volume included LOL) and he's also cheering for you! a part of the video he posts, the camera turns to him and suna and they both exaggerate their cheering. they laugh together but it gets cut off (((and everyone who views it replays it just to see that part again))))). he posts a lot of pictures on his story, so obviously proud of you, and he also gets pictures at dinner! he's late for the actual feed post because he forgot LOL and the first picture is of him, you and atsumu together! it's a silly photo, of course, and it's follow by proper ones, duo photos, a group photo, and a cute picture of you! he captions it with "sry it's late :P happy grad to our happy grad <3" and ofc the boys put him on blast for being late

suna is similar to atsumu (not surprisingly) but not as aggressive. he definitely makes it more mysterious as to where he's going on his story as he posts a mirror selfie of him all dressed up (practically a thirst trap ugh....) and even posts the cute bouquet he got you without context LOL. after that, the next story post is a video of you scurrying over to him and the rest of the group. he posts a picture of the two of you together (def a .5 pic) and captions it with a simple "with the cutest graduate" !! of course he films your walk, posts it, and follows it with a collage of photos! his post for his feed is of the two of you (his favourite photo ofc), followed by a group photo, one with the boys, one with osamu and sakusa, a selfie, and then a silly one of you (probably a picture of you zoned out during dinner because of how tired you were LOL). he captions it with "cograds @ ynusername B] slay your best slay 🫰🏼"

anyway 😭😭😭 grad with these guys would definitely be so much fun

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