#inarizaki fic

[ranaiki]

Split Apart | Chapter 12 - In Stride

wc: 3k

warnings: swearing, hurt/comfort; kita being the best man ever, basically (i love him sm).

a/n: to prevent any confusion - from here on out, there may be sections written in italics that represent the “past”. They will be labelled based on how long ago it took place, and separated clearly from the parts that are placed in the present. Thought I would give my readers fair warning since it’s a new aspect that may end up confusing. And here is my usual apology for the time it took to get out the new chapter. Been struggling with school, as per usual. It’ll probably be slow updates for the next little while too. I have a break in the middle of november, and again in december, so during those times I’ll probably be able to pick up the pace again.

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Over 1 year ago

“Where am I from?”

The words dangled from your tongue as you stared straight ahead, meeting the  gazes of a rather large crowd of curious students. They waited, excitement and impatience oozing from their features.

“Well, uh.” You continued, swallowing thickly as their eye contact remained intact, searing through you with each passing second. The eager silence screamed loudly over your pattering heart, stifling your words, but it was clear that only your voice was capable of filling the gap.

Perhaps you should have expected this - a small country town with only a single high school within. Plenty to do and see, but nothing new. The same people and families have lived here for years. Someone moving away, or someone moving in, was a big deal.

So of course the students of Inarizaki had already heard of you. Of course they would be able to pick you out in the crowd the instant you stepped foot in the building.

You were a fresh face, you were new, an entirely unknown entity in a world where familiarity reigned supreme.

“I’m from Tokyo.” You finished, a chorus of oohs and aahs echoing your statement.

“Did ya grow up there?” Someone asked, leaning forward just a little too far. You subtly stepped back, finding your back pressing up against the locker you’d been trying to open before you’d been ambushed.

The accent here was far beyond anything you were used to. It was thick, nasally. Even after practice with some of the local shop owners the last few weeks, you still had difficulty deciphering what exactly they were saying most of the time.

You gave a slow nod, watching the group in front of you warily. “Born and bred.” A little awkward chuckle escaped your lips, though any discomfort you were exhibiting was lost to the crowd.

“I heard that Tokyo is dangerous, is that true?”

You blinked, frowning a little. “Well I mean, I guess?” You shrugged, pressing back impossibly further as the crowd seemed to descend upon you. “There are dangers just like everywhere...”

“Why’d you move here?” “Why’d you leave Tokyo?”

“Well I uh...”

“What’s it like there?” “Can you take me sometime?” “Did your parents go bankrupt or something?”

Questions overlapped each other in waves, your ears ringing beneath their noisy chatter, each person trying to speak over the next. You felt suffocated, drowning in the curiosity of the students and their overbearing inquiries.

“Hey now hey now.” A voice disrupted the chatter, breaking off the many sentences, and luring quiet to the crowded hallway. “What’s goin’ on over here?”

Immediately, you felt a shift in attention, the inward press of the crowd dissipating, at least partly.

You glanced up, ready to get on your knees to thank your savior, but your gratitude sat heavy in your mouth, swallowed back bit by bit.

A young man stood before you, his smile charming, bordering on arrogant, and his gaze lazy and smug. You frowned, staying put against the lockers as the boy stepped close to the crowd, gazing down and basking in the sudden adoration of the students who had previously contained undivided attention towards you.

“Miya-san!” A girl near the back of the crowd, now closest to the brunet, cheered, leaning forward and just a little too close into him - did the people at Inarizaki have no sense of personal space?

“Ah... hello!” The boy said with a smile, waving at the girl who addressed him. It was obvious he didn’t know her name, or even recognize her, perhaps, but she still giggled and blushed, cheeks an attractive shade of pink.

The boy turned away from her, gazing over the crowd to stare directly into your face. There was something there, something that hid behind his conceited expression you couldn’t quite place - and it made you uneasy.

You straightened your back instinctively, finding it hard to meet him head on, and to not turn away from his scrutinizing gaze.

“So, what is all this?” The boy finally asked, and he turned to look at the other students rather than directing his question to you yourself. Irritation tugged at your gut, fingers twitching where they rested at your sides.

“We all just wanted ta meet the new student.” A different girl piped up this time, eyes sparkling as she looked up at the boy, as if she was patiently waiting for her turn within his attention.

And he gave it - offering a brief glance down at her in recognition, before turning back up to stare at you.

“New girl, huh?” His gaze flickered up and down your figure, lingering just a little too long at the hem of your uniform skirt. Your hands drifted towards it subconsciously, fingers picking at the fabric and tugging it just a little farther down. “What’s yer name?”

“It’s-”

“I can answer that question myself.” You didn’t mean to snap, but even you cringed at the harsher edge your tone adopted once another student tried to answer in your stead.

The student flinched, glancing back at you with wide eyes, before giving a slow, feeble nod, inching back just a pace.

“It’s L/n Y/n.” You set your jaw, gaze boring into those of the brunet boy.

You watched as his eyes began to twinkle, a little sparkle lighting up his features, and the corner of his smirk tugging up just a little further on one side.

“Y/n-kun, then?”

You flinched, fighting the heat that began to rise up your neck.

“I- no! No, it’s L/n to you.”

The boy frowned a little, but nodded. “L/n-kun it is then.” You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes. “I’m Atsumu, Miya Atsumu.”

“Okay...” You mumbled, and the boy stared back at you with an expression nothing short of flabbergasted. “Can I get to my classes now?”

You pushed off the lockers with one hand, fingers splayed over the cold metal. Your bag swung onto your shoulder as you stepped forward, lifting it from the ground and away from the onlookers. The crowd parted reluctantly as you pushed your way through, shoulders bumping into those that stood just a little too close.

You side eyed one of the crowding boys as you walked past, catching the nasty glare he was sending you.

Was everyone obsessed with this guy?

The boy, Atsumu, watched you as you shouldered past, not making a move in pursuit, but you could feel his and the others’s lingering gazes, puzzling over your behavior.

Great, what a way to start the next 3 years...

⠀

Present Day

You weren’t equipped to be handling this sort of thing. You knew that.

You were quick to figure it out and understand - the onset of crippling dismay settling at the pit of your stomach within the first seconds of the earthquake.

Ever since, you’d feel queasy and unsettled, like that feeling you get when something isn’t quite right but you have no idea what. A lingering feeling of doom followed you at your every step and every turn.

And you had ignored it, at first, for a little while. As long as you could, really.

But the feeling only stacked, each day feeling a little heavier than the last, that discomfort growing from the size of a grain of sand, to a seed, to a pit, and beyond. By the time your fear and distress sat in the size of an orange in your stomach, you’d begun to wonder how long you could possibly hold out for - how long you could bottle and compartmentalize everything you saw, felt, and experienced so that you could focus on the here and the now.

You wanted nothing more to provide the support you knew the others needed, to be as steadfast as a mountain in a storm, but your will began to crumble to dust, and you felt every muscle weakening the more the time stretched.

And this right now must be the answer to your question - just how long you could stay collected had come to a grand total of a week and a half.

You could feel shudders rolling through your body, and though you knew the source was the biting cold and chill settling into your bones, you could no longer feel it - not the dull aches, nor the way your fingers had gone numb from exposure.

You still stared at the clear water of the lake, leaned away from the edge so you didn’t have to look into your dead, terrified eyes. You didn’t like the person who was blinking back at you from the surface.

Your eyes pinched closed as another shiver rolled up your spine.

What the hell were you supposed to do?

How could you come back from this?

You weren’t like Kita. You weren’t able to stand tall and proud, a reassuring and calm expression on at the worst of times. You weren’t a pillar of dependability that the others could rely on.

You weren’t like the others, either. You weren’t like Aran, comforting and steadfast, supporting Kita from the sidelines. You weren’t like Oomimi, silent, selfless, and compassionate. You weren’t like Akagi, with crucial knowledge in the arts of healing. You weren’t like Atsumu and Osamu, a relief in the shrouding darkness, providing a sense of normalcy. You weren’t like Suna either, versatile and handy.

And you weren’t even like Ginjima, who, admittedly, was the most fearful of all of them, the most timid, but even he pushed forward. He broke down every few days, for a few hours at least, but he was able to spring back up and forge on ahead as soon as the tears dried from his cheeks.

Were you able to do that?

It certainly didn’t seem like it.

Your tears had long since dried, and yet you still sat with your knees against your chest, hoping and praying that all of this would just go away, that you’d return to your bed in the morning and realize you just had a long, fucked up dream.

You felt helpless.

You pressed your face down, hiding it between your legs, where it was slightly warmer. An exhausted sigh slipped past your lips, fanning onto your inner thighs. The gravel crunched behind you. You hid your flinch, only burying deeper, wishing, like you did with all things, that the person would just go away.

They stayed silent, even as their feet stopped only a pace or two away from your shivering figure.

“If you’ve come here to scold me, there’s no use.” You muttered, just loud enough for the person to hear you. You heard him sigh a little, though again, he said nothing. “I don’t need someone else telling me to suck it up.”

“Why would I tell ya somethin’ like that?” Your eyes widened. A familiar voice echoed through the air, his words barely above a whisper, soft and reassuring. For the first time, you hated that. It was just a reminder of everything that you weren’t.

The pillar among the group.

You let out a heavy sigh, eyes fluttering closed once more. “Kita...” You mumbled, lips pressed thin. Slowly, you lifted your head from the confines of your legs, though your forehead remained pressed against the tops of your knees. “Sorry, didn’t know it was you.”

“But ya still said it anyways.” You flinched, turning your face away from him. He didn’t move, still standing in place, feet buried in the pebbles of the shore. It was quiet for a heartbeat, before he was speaking again. “So... scold ya, huh?” His footsteps crunched again as he moved forward, just a little closer, coming to a stop at your side. “Is that what ya think ya deserve?”

You didn’t answer, a little click of your tongue all you offered in the way of a response. You could feel his gaze on your neck, hot in contrast to the biting cold.

“I can’t even imagine what I would scold ya for...”

“For losing my cool? For always creating extra burdens for you and the others? For acting out just an hour ago? For not being able to walk by your side? For not being strong enough to handle it all?” You hissed bitterly, tugging your knees impossibly closer.

“And that deserves a scoldin’?” His question didn’t sound rhetorical. It didn’t sound as it had before, like he was trying to coax out your inner thoughts. No. He sounded... bewildered. Truly bewildered, like the concept of scolding you for such things was entirely foreign, horrifying, even.

You only huffed, turning your head just slightly so you could peek at him from the corner of your eye - eyelids heavy, circles dark beneath them.

He was staring down at you with round eyes, lips in the shape of an ‘o’, though they weren’t parted. You turned away again quickly, shrinking in on yourself. An unwelcome feeling like you’d done something wrong creeped up your spine.

Kita seemed to notice. His mouth pursed as he plopped down on the pebbles right next to you, his hands folding over bent knees as he too cast his focus on the glassy lake stretching before you.

“None of those things deserve scoldin’.” He murmured, letting his chin come to a rest on his forearms. “Half of them aren’t even true, but for those that are.. they’re entirely normal. They’re human. Honestly I’d be more concerned if ya hadn’t lost yer cool. Nobody in their right mind would be able to take all this in stride.”

“You have.” Your voice was shorter than you had intended, clipped and irritated. Kita only chuckled dryly, brushing past the remark without so much as a word.

“You’ve handled this all almost perfectly for tha last several weeks.” He commented, turning to face you. “It makes sense that ya can’t keep that up forever, not without someone there ta help ya carry the burden.”

You frowned a little, once again peeking from the corner of your eye to glance at him. His eyes burned in the low light, glowing like warm amber. Right now, you really hated it - you hated the way they stared deep into your soul, searching for words left unspoken, looking to soothe and console.

You didn’t want him to see the worst parts of you. You didn’t want him to see the way you were cracking under the pressure.

You didn’t want him to realize that you weren’t fit to stand at his side.

“But you can do it. You continue on with nobody helping you, nobody there to support you.” You didn’t mention that you were able to see the tolls of it on his body and face - it didn’t change the fact that he was still standing, still strong.

It was then that Kita gave you a small, nervous chuckle, cheeks rouged.

“Well, I haven’t been alone.” He said sheepishly.

“You mean the other third years?”

“No, not them.” The pink deepened a little. “You.”

You blinked in surprise, lifting your head to look at him better. “Me?”

“Yes, you. It may not seem huge to you, but all the little things ya do make a huge difference.” He turned away from you, unable to meet your gaze any longer. “Like when ya bring Atsumu back under control, or when ya stay up with me into tha late hours of the night, keepin’ me company or helpin’ me prep. Like the calm energy you exude - it influences the others, I’ve seen it. They’re all a lot calmer because of ya, more collected. If ya hadn’t been here, they all would have fallen apart by now.”

You stared at him in shock.

He... saw all of that?

Kita turned away even further, the pink beginning to tint the tops of his ears. “Yer a crucial element to the team. Yer important. That’s why I could never be mad about somethin’ as simple as expressin’ yer emotions. Even if all this hadn’t happened, I could never, and would never, be mad about that.”

“I.. I just... Is it not hard for you? To handle something else on top of everything?”

Kita shrugged, looking back down at you, finally. “Not really. Like I said before, yer just bein’ human. How could I blame ya for that? How could I expect ya to keep it all in? For my sake? No no no. There’s no harm in takin’ breaks or breathers. There’s no harm in needin’ a little extra support now and again. Because yer human. And humans aren’t expected to take on the weight of the world.”

You could feel your eyes watering, a warm feeling blossoming through your chest, replacing the bitter cold that had rooted there.

His eyes, though they themselves hadn’t changed, looked warmer to you, more welcoming. The anger you had been harboring melted away piece by piece, and you started to wonder how you’d been able to look at his concern and chalk it up to pity.

He lived up to his role.

Even though you’d blown up and rushed off, even though you refused to seek help even when you needed it, he continued to stand still, and supported you from behind.

You’d been so worried about him, worried you weren’t enough help to him that it ended up creating more of a burden, but even then, he looked at you with the same, kind eyes, and offered you the same patience and understanding.

Kita gave you a shy smile, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “So.... take all the time ya need. And I’ll be here to support ya. I’ll wait for ya, for as long as it takes. And once yer ready, we’ll go back to tacklin’ the world.”

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[h4mmiee]

evening on the farm

#i had a whole fic idea for this scene but i cant write so you get this instead #oh look its 10-1 that's a funny coincidence #kita shinsuke #suna rintarou #inarizaki #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart

[hihello-pinky]

varsity crush

atsumu miya x afab reader

some fluff, i guess

i originally wanted to write a full fic based on pixie labrador’s song (hence, the title) but somehow i ended up with this drabble. ALSO i know it’s a sapphic song but damn, the first time i listened to it and heard the lyrics about volleyball, haikyuu was my first thought

miya atsumu who has been your classmate since sixth grade; who you always only thought of as osamu’s loudmouth brother who once lent you his jacket when it was cold and you forgot to bring yours.

atsumu who was your partner for cleaning duty at seventh grade; who would almost always miss the task because he made it a habit to rush to the gym after last period.

atsumu who made your heart skip a beat when he passed you a note asking you to the eighth grade dance; who raises an eyebrow at your questioning look and says the note is from osamu.

atsumu who was your seatmate during ninth grade; who would distract you during class with the sound of his pen scraping against his notebook as he sketched volleyball plays.

atsumu who surprises you when he enters the classroom on the first day of tenth grade with his blonde hair; who you couldn’t stop looking at because his lightened hair made him more handsome.

atsumu who, one night, dropped by your grandpa’s convenience store looking for an onigiri; who told you as he reached the counter that he had a fight with osamu and he wanted to give it as a peace offering.

atsumu, who somehow made it a habit to drop by the convenience store after practice to buy energy drinks; who always buy one of those candies displayed at the counter and conveniently “forgets” them, sending you a quick message to just keep it.

atsumu who approached you after class one thursday afternoon in eleventh grade; who shared he needed help in his studies in order to stay in the volleyball club and asked you to tutor him.

atsumu who began sharing a table with you at lunch under the pretense of having more time to discuss about lessons but always made it a point to just talk about random stuff; who in time recruited his brother and suna to your lunch table.

atsumu who lovingly accepts gifts from his fans at your lunch table; who smiles so sweetly at the girls as it makes you inwardly frown, confusing yourself.

atsumu who, at the first month of twelfth grade, excitedly tells you he made captain as he walked you home; who grinned at you as he showed you his jersey and jacket with his last name.

atsumu who became much busier due to volleyball but would always somehow find time in his calendar to stay with you either in a coffee shop or library as you studied for college entrance exams; who would force you to take a break as he snatches the pen from your hand (my old captain, kita, would scold you!)

atsumu who gets surprised once you tell him you’re going with them to the nationals; who teases you for volunteering to cover for the school newspaper; who is actually secretly happy that you’re coming.

atsumu who gives you his jacket before their first game “in case you get cold”; who makes the girls beside you at the bleachers squeal when he smiles at your direction once he sees you wearing his jacket and cheering for him.

atsumu who lets you see his tears for the first time as you comfort him when inarizaki places second; who listens to your gentle voice as you sincerely tell him that you believe there are lots of greater opportunities for him in the future once he goes pro.

atsumu who passes you a note before class with prom? written in his messy handwriting; atsumu who receives a note from you saying is this from osamu again?; atsumu who bites back a smile as he passes back the note, so the bastard told you?; atsumu who doesn’t notice his ears reddening until suna points it out but he doesn’t care at all as he reads your note: yes, and yes i’ll go to prom with you.

atsumu who surprises you at prom because as athletic as he is, he sucks at slow dancing; atsumu who makes you blush as he tightens his hand around your waist as soon as you two finally find the rhythm; atsumu who leans to you closely and whispers in your ear how beautiful you are; atsumu who plants a soft kiss at the top of your head after you tell him to shut up and accidentally step on his shoes.

atsumu who runs to hug you at graduation, wrapping his strong arms around your smaller figure and lifting you in the air; who attends your class’ afterparty with you where you end up playing truth or dare.

atsumu who chokes on his drink as your bottle ends up on him and you ask him on when he plans to ask you out; who, after composing himself, gives you a cheesy smile and asks you to be his girlfriend; who blushes so hard, making osamu and suna laugh, when you say yes and kiss him on the cheek.

miya atsumu who you never thought would capture your heart; atsumu who somehow also fell for you; atsumu who you would be cheering on for the rest of your life.

it doesn’t matter whether you’re wearing his jacket or not; he already gave you his last name, anyway.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu miya atsumu #miya atsumu #atsumu #atsumu fluff #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu fluff #miya twins #atsumu fic #miya atsumu fic #haikyuu drabbles #atsumu drabbles #inarizaki high #inarizaki drabbles #inarizaki x reader

[satorisoup]

haiiiiii, could I request atsumu teaching his s/o how to play volleyball

#ATSUMU TEACHING HIS GF VOLLEYBALL

#A/N : ughhhh i love atsumu bro. this is so cute ARGHRGRG. ts is short im sorry.

#WARNINGS : f!reader. petnames (babe).

atsumu thinks he just won the lottery. a pretty, lovely girlfriend who he loves so dearly, AND who’s interested in having him teach her volleyball? yeah, he won.

here you both stand in inarizaki’s volleyball gym, a volleyball basket to your side and one in atsumu’s hand.

“okay babe, watch. put yer hands like this.”

he gestures his arms close to his chest, with his palms opened.

“like this?”

“like that. okay now im gonna serve the ball to ya. just catch it in your hands, and pump your arms out. easy peasy.”

he throws the ball to you, and you try doing exactly what he says. but, they say “practice makes perfect”for a reason.

the ball was practically thrown across the gym, ricocheting off the wall and back to the floor.

“tsumu… i don’t think your definition of ‘easy peasy’ is accurate…”

“well… ls’try again, yeah?”

and you did.

again.

and again.

and again.

until finally, you did it. not perfect, obviously, but definitely better.

“see! god, i knew you could do it. a hot girlfriend who plays volleyball with me, i js’know ‘samu’s jealous.”

you stride over to atsumu to lay a kiss on his cheek, quietly laughing.

“oh ‘tsumu, ever the romantic.”

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[justmywriting1313]

Soft (Osamu x reader)

Adult, business-owning boyfriend!Osamu is without a doubt the type of partner who would slowly yet firmly bring out the soft, tender-hearted childish part of you... and it would be without either of you even realising it... only when someone else pointed it out would it strike you both and even then it would hit you a lot more than it would Samu. Not because he doesn't care but because to him that is the natural order of the world. When and where else were you allowed to be soft, tender and just taken care of if not with your big beefy boyfriend...

It's a cold winter night, but you all are sitting by the riverside, a blanket spread out and a collapsible table in the back holding food and drinks. The little group consists of you, Osamu, Suna, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, and a bunch of the other MSBY boys. Everyone is either nursing a drink or munching on snacks prepared by you and your boyfriend.

Osamu is sitting in the center of the blanket between a tipsy Suna and an amused Iwaizumi. Feet flat on the ground, knees spread apart, with his body hunched over yours, which is tucked against him. You are sitting between his legs, head thrown back against his shoulder, all warm and cozy. You let Samu hold up most of your weight as you melt into his chest, your hands playing with one of his own. Outside of setting up your little picnic and grabbing the occasional drink, it's how you spend most of your night. Somewhere behind you, you can hear Sakusa's indifferent voice talking to Kageyama. In front of you, Atsumu, Kotarou, and Shoyou are bickering over the last tuna mayo onigiri.

Every few minutes, Samu pecks your temple, quietly whispering snarky comments about others or chuckling deeply in your ear. He occasionally peppers kisses along your shoulder, and each time, you smile and mumble your agreement. You watch Atsumu fail to get the last onigiri from Bokuto as the much larger man chomps onto the rice in one bite. You giggle at the blonde's dismayed expression, which immediately grabs his attention.

"Y/N, don't laugh at me… it's not fair, ya know… that onigiri was rightfully mine."

"Awww, don't pout, Tsumu. Stop by the store tomorrow, okay? I'll keep an order prepared for you."

"One, I'm not pouting; I'm brooding. And two… You're the best, sweetheart. Have I told ya that?"

You just giggle, watching Atsumu jump about in happiness before he comes to a standstill. He takes a seat opposite you and Samu, legs crossed together. His eyes are trained on you, and you can only look back at him and smile. He smiles back wide before he speaks in a voice much quieter than before,

"Ya know, Y/N, I have never seen ya look so… so soft… unguarded even… it's probably the cutest thing ever."

His words are not at all what you were expecting, and they leave you gobsmacked and shy. You feel your cheeks heat up at the attention, especially when the boys around you start to peer in. Iwaizumi bends over trying to peek at your face against Osamu's hunched-over body. When your surprised doe eyes meet his, he chuckles in agreement,

"You aren't wrong, Astumu… definitely cute."

Suna does the same on the other side, one hand coming and lightly pinching your cheek.

"Mhmm, it is adorable… you should keep her hidden, Samu, otherwise someone's going to steal her away."

"Oh yeah? Ya one of those people, Sunarin?"

Finally, your boyfriend chimes in, you can feel his chest move as you bend back to look at him. You find his eyes already trained on you despite talking to Suna. His lidded eyes and soft smirk are an expression you would remember forever. You have never felt more loved and wanted in all your life, and you are quick to shy away from all the attention,

"You guys… go away. Smack around a ball or something."

You can feel Samu's chest rumble as he chuckles at your timidness while Atsumu jumps up to grab the ball and Shoyou. Suna pinches your cheek again, making you whine while Iwaizumi musses up your hair. Chatter seems to surround you again, but your mind is stuck on those words. They stay floating through your consciousness while the boys horse around, sometimes jolting when Osamu's body moves. The thoughts stay there while everyone packs, all of you too tired now and wanting to get home. It's all you can think about, even as Osamu grabs the heavy and lighter bags from your hand in one of his own, his other hand holding onto yours tightly. When you look up at him, he is already smiling down at you.

"Are ya okay, sweetheart? You've been quiet as a mouse, ya know."

You just hum, instead of leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. Osamu makes it easier by leaning down, quirking a brow at the soft gesture, but he doesn't say anything more. Instead, you walk down to the car, Sakusa helping to carry a drunk Atsumu along.

Soft. Soft. Soft… You sit in the passenger seat, looking out the window, with Atsumu and Sakusa in the back bickering with one another as usual.

You had never been soft…

You had never been soft in the sense that you were just never for others to see… Your softness, you had decided early on, was yours, and you would not give others a chance to abuse it because there were too many times where it had been… So when did it all change? When did it go from something secret to something celebrated?

Looking back, though, it was never really a question… Being soft with Osamu just happened as if you didn't know how to exist in any other way with him. You just couldn't… Not when he always bends down and ties your laces for you, nor when he always opens the car door and buckles your seat belt in because 'precious cargo' always needs to be strapped in. You didn't have a choice in keeping your softness hidden when you woke up to flowers on the table at least once a week, and when you asked Samu why, he just shrugged his shoulders and said pretty things should always be surrounded by pretty things. You didn't have a choice in hiding your tender heart when Samu has always had a hold on it, pulling it out of you and then keeping it on a pedestal for everyone to see but for no one else to touch.

Turning to look at him right now, one of his hands on the wheel, quietly humming something with his other hand on your thigh, gripping both your leg and your hand, you were hit with the intensity of Samu's love. And although his eyes never leave the road, you know he knows you're looking at him. You see him smile as the car comes to a stop in front of Atsumu's house. He turns to look at you, and when his eyes meet yours, he chuckles before leaning in to peck your lips. You have to stop yourself from deepening it because he has to help Sakusa get Atsumu to bed.

And when he comes back outside alone, your eyes immediately find him even in the dark outside. You roll the window down, his arms coming to rest on the door, head leaning in until you were so close you could feel his breath on your own lips.

"Ya sure you're alright mhmmm? Sure ya got nothing to tell me"

His nose comes to lightly nudge yours,

"Nothing to tell your Samu, promise, just been thinking that's all"

"How about you tell me what about? might make me feel better"

"Just thinking about how happy I am being yours thats all"

Your words knock the breath right out of Samu and he lets out a sounds thats something between a chuckle and a groan before he's leaning away to open your door. Before you can question him his hands find you face lips landing on yours. Samu kisses you like its all he can do not to stop himself every second of every day, a desperate growl of approval leaving him as he does before he pulls away and says,

"I will never get over how soft ya make me love, never!"

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[shiraishi-mai]

[7:40pm]

“Where is he?” You asked softly. Your eyes roamed across the volleyball members occupying the hallway before looking back at the boy beside you. 

Osamu looked at you with a grim look and stuck his thumb behind him. “Sitting in the locker room. There shouldn’t be anybody else in there right now.” 

You nodded. “Thanks ‘Samu.” 

He dipped his chin in response before continuing to pack his duffle bag. There was a somber tone amongst the team as they began to slowly make their way out of the building. 

You headed to the locker room, slightly dragging your feet along the way. Once you were faced with the pale grey door, you found yourself hesitating to open it and laid your hand flat on its surface. Sighing, you turned around and leaned your back against it. What were you doing here? 

“Sooo what’s going on there?” Your friend had asked a few weeks ago while grinning like a Cheshire cat. You both had just watched a yellow-haired boy cheerfully wave at you through the classroom window before heading to his own class. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you opted to stare straight ahead at the board.

“Oh c’mon. You and Miya have been acting all buddy-buddy recently.”

“Yep because we’re buddies.” You began to doodle on the corner of your notebook. 

Your friend snorted.  “When did that happen?”

You couldn’t help but smile softly at the memory of meeting Atsumu for the first time. Your friend was right - Atsumu and you used to have an awful relationship. 

You had started Inarizaki a bit later than everyone else. Your family had decided to move into the area after your father had a job transfer, and so you found yourself the awkward new student a few months after the school year had begun. Volleyball tryouts had already passed, but the coach had seen you play at your previous middle school and graciously accepted you after giving you a chance to play a practice game with the rest of the team. The girls were amazing and you found yourself right at home with them - something you were thankful for since you weren’t looking forward to making friends from scratch. 

You knew the boy’s volleyball team at Inarizaki was excellent, therefore when the captain needed someone to accompany her to run an errand to the other gym, you eagerly volunteered. You hadn’t had a chance to see them in action and were dying to get a peek at their practice to see just how good they were. 

An orange court identical to the one the girls practised in greeted your eyes as you both stepped in the building and your captain turned to you upon entering the gym. 

“Just wait here while I go talk to their coach!”

You nodded and curiously began to watch the practice. The familiar sounds of sneakers squeaking and balls hitting the floor put you at ease and a starstruck expression crossed your face as you saw a tall, darker-skinned boy spike.

“Oi.”

Another boy with a leaner figure and slanted eyes spiked with a weird twist to his form and your eyes widened. That was unusual. Impressive.

“Oi.” 

I KNOW someone is NOT trying to get my attention by saying ‘Oi’. Who is this uncouth- 

You turned to see a boy with yellow hair and an unamused expression on his face. 

“Yes?” you said sweetly.

“Cheerleading tryouts aren’t in this gym,” he said shortly. 

The fuck? 

Okay, technically you and your captain were wearing ponytail holders with ribbons in Inarizaki colours and you both hadn’t changed out of your regular PE tracksuit, so you could maybe see where he might have gotten that. 

“Excuse me?”

“This is a volleyball court.” He spoke in a tone that implied that you were a bit slow.  

No shit Sherlock. “I’m not looking for tryouts.” 

He groaned in exasperation and put his hands on his hips. “Well if you’re looking to watch our practice, we can’t have an audience today. We’re going over some serious stuff and don’t need any distractions.” He turned and left you with your hand half raised and mouth open before you could respond.

“These pigs just think they can crash practice when they don’t even care about volleyball…” 

Pigs.

Pigs?? 

Who the fuck does he think he is?? This little- 

Okay, you know what, breathe y/n. Don’t do anything rash. Remember what your therapist said.

You felt a faint tap on your foot and looked down to see a stray volleyball had rolled over to you. 

I really shouldn’t. You thought, picking up the ball and ran a finger along the curves and dips. 

This is a bad idea. You tossed the ball in the air. 

Well, when life gives you lemons. You hopped and felt a satisfying smack as you hit the ball towards the back wall. 

Now, the intention was to hit the area beside the offensive boy and give him a little scare, however you forgot that your hits tended to curve a bit (a problem you were trying to fix).

So you watched, horrified, as the ball flew straight towards the boy.

It was almost like the trajectory itself was in slow motion but sped up as it impacted and there was a dull thud sound as it hit his back.

“OW!”

He turned around, eyes flashing and mouth curled angrily. 

“Oh god I’m so sorry.” 

Is what you meant to say. But you had your pride and also had kind of already committed to going down this path. 

“L/n y/n,” you said, matching his glare. “[insert favourite vball position here]. Nice to meet you.” 

The noises from the gym all halted and the air was still as the other members of the team stared at the scene. 

The boy with the slanted yellow eyes and middle parted hair snorted which prompted the boy beside him to begin laughing as well. You were stunned to see the same face except framed with grey hair. 

There’s another one??

There was a sudden ‘eep’ noise and you felt someone rush over beside you. “Oh my goodness I’m so sorry.”

Your captain grabbed the back of your head and wrenched your head down into a bow. “We’re so sorry. RIGHT?”

You yelped when you paused and she sharply tugged on one ear.

“Yes, my apologies.” You muttered. 

The girl dragged you out of the gym berating you but sighed and ran a hand down her face as you recounted what had happened.

“Honestly I guess I can’t blame you too much. That was Miya Atsumu.”

“Oooh he’s one of the Miya twins.” They were first-years like you but already quite famous around the school.

She nodded. “Osamu is fairly nice but Atsumu is known for being…difficult.” 

You snorted. “Seems like it.”

“He’s a damn good setter though,” she continued.

“Still,” you frowned. “This sport is about teamwork. You can’t be too difficult or else the team can’t function.” 

“Agreed,” she said before narrowing her eyes and looking at you from the side. “Though I’ll make you eat your words if that temper of yours makes an appearance on our team.” 

You shuddered before walking quickly ahead of her back to the girls’ gym. 

—-------------------------------------------------------

After that, your interactions with Atsumu Miya didn’t get much better. 

It didn’t help that he was in the class next door to yours. Everytime you met in the halls (which happened a good amount of times during the week) snide remarks were exchanged. 

“Oh look, it's the school’s kpop star,” you said drily when you exited the classroom for lunch and found yourself, yet again, in front of him. “Raaah raah.” 

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Don’t you expect to hear crowd noises everywhere you go? You’re always strutting around like you’re the shit and eating up the attention people give you. Well until they start messing with your serves,” you smirked. “It’s too bad you aren’t good enough to not be so easily distracted.” 

He looked at his twin beside him. “I told you, squealing pigs.” 

“At least I don’t go around grunting like a giant ape.”

The lanky boy whose name you learned was Suna tried to hide a snicker behind his hand.

“Well I almost didn't give someone a CONCUSSION.”

“Oh please,” you turned away from him and waved your hand in a shooing motion. “Your head is too thick to get a concussion.” 

“Tch more like your spike is too weak for it.”

“What did you say??” You whipped back around only for a teammate of yours to magically materialise and drag you away by the collar. News of your ostensible assault to Atsumu had spread amongst both teams and your incredible dislike for him was well-known by now. 

“I fucking dare you to show up to practice Miya and see for yourself it that’s true!”

“Hai hai that’s enough,” your teammate said tiredly and you crossed your arms, fuming, as you saw him sniggering before turning the corner. 

The students in your hallway quickly became accustomed to your face-offs, opting to give you two a wide berth whenever they occurred. Suna often stopped by to film and told you he was going to make a compilation of the best 10 fights at the end of the year. 

“He’s not that bad you know,” Osamu said, sipping on his drink. Your eyes rolled up to him from where you were lying down on the bench beside him. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” 

“He’s…passionate. With a one-track mind. I think it’s good you’re so direct to him. It’s the only way that really gets through to his stupid brain anyway.”

You laughed. “How are you guys so different?” Osamu was in your class and at first you had been wary of him - he did share Atsumu’s genes after all - but were relieved to find out he was actually super chill. 

“I didn’t wanna end up like him.” He said simply and you chuckled again before frowning. 

“It’s a shame…he plays beautifully though,” you said under your breath.

You didn’t notice Osamu side-eye you quickly with an eyebrow raised.

Inarizaki had one of their games recently and you were honestly a bit curious to see how the evil Miya played and also so you could see if he made any mistake for your own satisfaction. However, you had to admit that Atsumu was talented. He was reckless and got ahead of himself but his sets were perfect. Most of the time at least. They were the type that you knew spikers were itching to hit and you wondered what it’d be like to play with someone like him.

Definitely a shame. 

—-------------------------------------------------

Of all things, the school’s annual fall event was the reason your relationship with Atsumu improved. 

Your friend’s class was putting on a production and she asked you to help paint some of the set pieces as a few people had canceled on her last minute. 

“y/nnnnn pleasseee” your friend whined. 

“I spend 90% of my life at school and the one free Saturday I have YOU WANT ME TO BE AT SCHOOL?” She grinned, enthusiastically nodding.

“You got some nerve-”

“It’s not my fault my classmates are lazy…I always get stuck doing busy work” she interrupted, shooting you her best puppy eyes. You bit your tongue as you wanted to retort that it was her fault for being the class’s student rep. 

You sighed. “Okay fine.” 

She squealed and clapped her hands. “Perfect, meet me at 1pm.”

A pit had formed in your stomach that you couldn’t explain as you opened the door to the auditorium. When your friend spotted you, she brightened and grabbed you by the arm, dragging you behind the stage. Large set pieces that outlined what you think was a castle and some trees were set-up but you barely noticed as your eyes found an offensive figure. 

Miya Atsumu turned his head to the side, flashing you his signature smile and opened his mouth. 

“Nope,” you said and turned on your heel and headed back towards the front. Your friend quickly ran and stood in front of you.

“What is Miya doing here??” 

“Apparently he and Osamu crashed into the principal while they were racing to the cafeteria and knocked him down so he’s forcing him to help out as punishment.

“Why is he the only one in there? Where’s Osamu??”

“Technically Atsumu is the one who knocked the teacher over. Osamu managed to skirt away in time so he wasn’t seen.” 

You groaned. “I can’t do this. Honestly, we might end up ruining your scenery fighting or something.”

She glared at you. “You wouldn’t dare.” 

You winced as she stared at you for a moment with a pensive expression on her face.

“What?”

“Maybe you should hang out with him. Both of you play volleyball…just talk about that.” 

“I don’t want to talk to him period.”

She snorted and said, “Just be open-minded. And don’t kill each other. Or destroy my set pieces.” She quickly added at the end.

“No promises.” 

You walked back and went straight to the paint rollers, blatantly ignoring the heavy gaze trained on you. Picking it up, you went to the end of the half-painted castle furthest away from him and began to roll. 

Atsumu raised an eyebrow. “That side is done.” 

You didn’t say anything and scooted a little to where it was unpainted.

“I don’t bite.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if you did.” 

“Shouldn’t I be more afraid of you?”

You glared at him and instead began to talk to one of the other people painting beside you. There were only three others and they had been fairly quiet at the hostile energy radiating between you two. 

However, Atsumu remained eerily quiet as he worked on his set piece and as you focused on yours, you found that time passed fairly quickly. You were finishing up and went to get another paint bucket when you blanched upon seeing Atsumu’s work. 

“Oh my god please don’t tell me this is all you’ve accomplished.” 

“This is harder than it looks!” He said defensively and you bit back a laugh. When he had whipped around to retort, he revealed that he had paint smudged on one of his cheeks as well as a bit of splatter on his shirt. 

“It’s straight lines Miya. I know you act like an ape but I didn’t expect you to have a monkey brain too.” 

He opened his mouth with an indignant face but stopped when you stood beside him. 

“The lines go this way - see then it looks like bricks.” You brushed lightly on the cardboard. 

Atsumu looked at you, eyes wandering around your facial features. He’d never seen you up this close before and without a scrunched up expression on it. Your elbows were almost touching and he frowned. 

“She’s pretty ya know.” Osamu grinned as if he knew a secret. It pissed Atsumu to see that expression on his face.

“So what? She’s mean and bitchy.”

“Oh c’mon. It’s partly your fault she acts that way too. She can be sweet sometimes.” 

“L/n. Sweet. Right.” 

“What, you don’t want my help?” You felt your hackles raise at his frown. 

He shook his head. Your eyes were lit with a bright fire - not necessarily one that was hostile but rather with a lively quality in them - and the stage lights cast shadows across the planes of your face in a way that made you look both glowing and vibrant. 

Pretty. 

His eyes widened slightly and he shook his head a bit to get out of his daze. He must be crazy. The fumes from the paint had probably made him a bit high and out of his mind. Right?

—---------------------------------------------------

After that, your relationship with Atsumu seemed to improve. Your face-offs slowly became more light-hearted and you both began to chat about volleyball, schoolwork, how Osamu and Suna bully him and on and on. He was surprisingly funny and by that, he was easy to tease and rile up. The two of you still fought but it was more so bickering over whether horror movies were better than action movies rather than actual malice. 

He’d come to watch a few of your practices and even began going to games if he’d finish his first. You’d find him, arms leaning against the railings of the second-floor seats and a shit-eating grin gracing his lips. You groaned internally when you saw the flash of blonde in the corner of your eye but refused to take your eyes off the service. 

There was a yell from the stands. “In!”

You froze momentarily watching the ball hit just outside the line.

“Out!” The referee called. 

“ATSUMU MIYA.” 

You whipped your head to the offensive boy and mouthed an aggressive “GET OUT.” 

All you got in response were mini finger hearts.

Mentally facepalming, you turned your attention back to the game and grumbled about him being lucky that this was just a practice match. You’d definitely get back at him on the walk home later.

Yes, indeed, Atsumu had begun to walk you home. He’d wave Osamu off and claim that he needed to walk off his post-practice high and it was getting darker quickly now anyway and he couldn’t make fun of you if you died on the way home. Most of the time, you guys continued the bickering from the day and joked about stupid things, and sometimes, when practice ran late deep into the night, the two of you would just walk side-by-side in comfortable silence. 

And honestly, being friends with Atsumu Miya was nice. 

—--------------------------------------------------

Unfortunately, your heart betrayed you and you could pinpoint the moment it did. 

You were watching the boys play a match and Osamu had gone in for a spike only to change it into a set straight to Aran. Atsumu looked stunned momentarily before he let out a boisterous laugh. The sound was just like a child’s - a refreshing sound full of joy and pure amusement - and you could practically feel his adrenaline amp up another notch. 

Aran scored the point (ofc) and the team gave each other excited high fives before the buzzer rang, signalling the other team calling a time out. You watched him chatter away upon reaching the sidelines and Aran gave him a slap on the back in annoyance while Suna shook his head. You chuckled at their antics but your smile slowly faded as your eyes found the blonde setter again. 

The slight chill from the stadium’s A/C, 

the feel of your hand gripping the end of a yellow cone,

the excited chatter of your classmates beside you, 

the itch at the end of your fingertips to hold that blue and yellow sphere.

You felt your heart beat painfully when you heard Atsumu’s laugh again. 

If you learned anything about Atsumu, it was that he was passionate and wore emotions on his sleeve. Life was simple for him - he said what he was thinking and unashamedly acted the way he felt. When he was elated, his joy was infectious and his face would shine excitedly about some new cool thing he pulled off. He was blunt, but honest and you felt a sense of trust in him because of it. 

And he had his kind moments. 

Once, he found you sitting on the lowest bleacher in an empty gym after a match when your team had lost a crucial game to qualify for the quarterfinals. 

Your eyes blankly stared at the ground as you absentmindedly spun a volleyball in your hands. 

“You guys put up a good fight.”

You snorted in response. “I could’ve done more.” 

“The team worked hard - you worked hard all year. Just get better and kick ass in the fall.” 

“Yeah I tried my best and all it got me was there. I made so many mistakes.” You shook your head. “I should have hustled after more balls…I missed the timing on a few blocks…geez,” you inhaled sharply and leaned back on your hands. “I feel so incompetent. What have I been doing this entire time?” 

“Hey I didn’t stay after all those sessions just for you to complain they didn’t help.” 

You wrinkled your forehead. “Sorry, that’s fair.” Looking up, you gazed into his warm brown eyes, you smiled softly. “Thank you for helping me.” 

He stared at you hard for a moment before turning his head away. “This just means I’m forcing you to train harder next year.” 

You groaned. “For fucks sake.” 

“But really,” he continued. “You aren’t incompetent. You’re like - you’re good.” He said a bit lamely before hesitantly continuing. “You’re good at volleyball, get good grades and get along with people easily. You’re better than most of these scrubs by far.” 

“And I’m pretty.” You swept your hair over your shoulder jokingly. 

There was a pause. “And you’re pretty.” 

“Not to gas you up or anything,” he quickly added. 

You giggled, ignoring the sudden increased palpitation in your chest before responding, “Aw since when is Atsumu Miya a sweetie.”

“Shut up, I take it back.” He stood up and plucked the ball from your hands. “C’mon you need to practice serving.” 

You narrowed your eyes. “My shoulder hurts.”

“Yeah and your serves sucked so let’s go.” 

You were pulled back into the game when the crowd surrounding you stood up, roaring in delight after Suna whipped a point in. Atsumu punched the air, roaring with them and you felt your chest squeeze painfully.

Oh god. 

—--------------------------------------------------

Just as you came to terms with how you felt, things soured with the blonde Miya. 

Atsumu was passionate and wore his heart on his sleeve. This meant that when he was upset, he was upset. Essentially he turned into a stubborn child. 

You were hesitating to open the door because you hadn’t talked to Atsumu in weeks. You were just as stubborn as him and maintained it wasn’t your fault. Both your heads would turn the other way and there was no more bickering - just an icy silence. 

And it all started with a stupid bet.

Atsumu had been teasing you for weeks about how someone seemed to daydream more during class recently and it seemed to result in him somehow getting a higher grade than you on a quiz. In response, you shot back that you’d beat him at midterms.

“Okay bet,” he said easily. 

“And if I win,” he crossed his arms and tilted his head with a smirk. “You have to wear the Inarizaki cheerleader uniform AND yell ‘GO ATSUMU’ during our game.”

You looked at him unamused. “I thought you didn’t like people distracting you.”

“During my serves. Do NOT do it during my serve,” his face darkened. 

“Okay okay moody. But if I win,” an evil look crossed your face. “You have to do the same thing.”

Suna’s eyes widened. “I would literally pay money to see that.” 

Atsumu’s eyebrows raised. “You want me to yell ‘GO ATSUMU’?”

You blinked at him in response. “This will be so easy.”

“The pom poms would look so small,” mumbled Suna quietly as Atsumu yelped indignantly.

Your eyelids pressed shut.

I’m so done with the boy’s volleyball team at this school.” 

However, what you didn’t know was that Atsumu, though lacking in other areas, was fairly good at math when he tried. This, and the lack of sleep you claimed to have, resulted in him scoring a lousy 2 points above you. 

Hence you stood in a uniform, pom–poms in hand and a bow in your hair at the game that would qualify Inarizaki for the fall tournament. 

“Suna, please tell me you got this on camera.”

The tall boy waved his phone up. “Oh yeah, with many different angles of her scrunched up angry face. You know-,” He leaned down, hands placed in his pockets, to your eye level. “You’d be prettier if you smiled.” 

Your eyes narrowed into slits. “Suna Rintaro you did not just say that. It’s so offensive and plays into traditional gender roles and on behalf of all girls I should-”

“Ap-buh-uh,” his slanted eyes turned upward into crescent moons as he straightened with an easy smile. “Just a joke, princess. You genuinely look good.” 

You huffed in annoyance. “I look good in anything.”

You waited for a comment from the annoying setter beside Suna but just found him blinking at you. 

“What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the moment,” he said with an oh so innocent smile. 

“Creep.”

“Hey I’m not the one who stinks at math.” He threw his hands up in defence. 

“TWO POINTS MIYA,” you moved to smack the back of his head and he dodged easily before speed walking down the hall.

“Oh what’s that I think we have to go warm-up,” he exclaimed loudly before smirking. “Don’t forget to cheer me on.”

“UGH.” You sighed in defeat.

“So when are you confessing your undying love for him?”

You squawked at Suna in protest. “I do not - I- it’s Atsumu - he -”

“I got it, breathe y/n,” he ruffled your hair and gave you a peace sign in farewell before walking off after Atsumu.

“Cheer for your guy loudly Ms. Cheerleader.” 

You huffed and you felt a hand slip into yours. Your head spun before you relaxed, recognising one of the regular cheerleaders behind you. She had been kind enough to lend you her spare uniform and teach you some of the cheers. 

“Y/n we have to get to our seats!” 

“Yay,” you said. Your voice fell flat despite trying to sound enthusiastic. 

She laughed and began to tug you into the gym. “Aw c’mon, you look gorgeous. Your boyfriend must be pumped to have you cheer for him!”

“He isn’t my boyfriend.”

“Hmm sure,” she said and made a knowing face at you. 

“He isn’t!” 

“Oh look, they're warming up. Let’s go to our seats before they start.”

And so you let yourself chant along with the girls beside you, throwing up your pom poms a little late but trying your best nonetheless. Atsumu was on fire as usual, syncing perfectly with Suna and Aran. Osamu made a few service errors, but you knew that he had been a bit ill the past few days. Some of your friends from the volleyball team even joined you and all of you screamed your support from the stands.

Finally the match came to an end and naturally Inarizaki won. You were so proud of the team and as they went around to high-five the other team your friend turned to you. 

“y/n, we’re going to the mall to hang out after. Wanna join us?” 

You nodded absent-mindedly, your gaze fixed upon the team below. “I think I can join you later. I want to say hi to the boys before I go.” 

She giggled. “Of course, gotta see Atsumu before you go.”

“Hey! I want to see Osamu and Suna too!” 

She simply laughed. “You’re practically bouncing in your seat. Hurry up and go say bye, we can wait for you outside.”

You nodded in response and took off towards the locker room. Normally, the guys would have a brief talk before changing and Atsumu would be standing outside, a smile on his face and with a slight wave of his hand. You’d thought about changing first to spare yourself from his teasing but honestly, you secretly thought you looked kinda cute in the uniform and wanted him to see you in it again. 

A sudden hand clamped around your wrist before you could make it down the corridor and you turned your head in confusion, locking eyes with a stranger. You recognised him as one of the players on the opposing team.

“What the hell are you doing?” You nearly squawked. 

“I couldn’t help but notice you in the stands today and was wondering why our side didn’t have any supporters as gorgeous as you,” he said with a wink.

“Thanks for the compliment but please don’t touch me.” 

“I saw you with the team before the game too. You’re a popular girl~” 

“So what?” Trying to calm your rising panic and you attempted to rip your arm away from him but his grip was too strong. 

“What’s wrong? You seem to be already whoring yourself out to them so what’s the problem with one more.”

“Fuck you,” you spit and thrashed against him. You reached your other hand up to slap his face but found yourself pinned against the lockers.

Your eyes widened as he leaned his face toward you with a fake smile plastered on your face. The feeling of being so helpless made your blood run cold and you froze, unable to understand what was actually going on. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself to headbutt him when you heard a loud crack. Your eyes snapped open and you saw the boy holding his cheek and a fuming Atsumu was standing in front of him. You felt a pair of gentle arms slowly pull you away from the two and you looked up to see Suna had wrapped his arms lightly around you, his gaze flatly looking at the other boy.

“Are you okay?” he murmured. 

You nodded faintly but you were focused on Atsumu’s face. His face - you had never seen any expression even close to that. Fury was radiating from him as he roughly shoved the boy against the locker and raised his arm again.

You wrenched yourself free from Suna’s grip and ran to stand by Atsumu.

“That’s enough Atsumu!” You gripped the arm that he had balled into a fist. “I’m okay.”

“Miya look at me!” you said when he didn’t reply. “Please!”

He finally dragged his eyes away from the boy and you shivered as he focused his glare on you.

“It’s fine,” you repeated softly and he thankfully put his arm down.

“He isn’t worth you getting kicked off the team,” you continued firmly and Atsumu finally let go of the boy whose face had gone white as Osamu showed up. The trio stood angrily in front of him and you realised in that moment they were quite intimidatingly big. 

“Don’t show your face in front of us again or I’ll beat the shit out of you,” Atsumu spit.

“C’mon Atsumu,” Osamu pushed his twin away and roughly pushed him in the direction opposite of the player. 

“Don’t touch me,” he said growling. 

“Atsumu,” you began cautiously as you trailed after him outside the exit doors. “Atsumu is your hand okay?” 

“Just what the fuck were you doing?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Why were you just standing there? Why the hell were you not fighting back?”

“I was fighting back!” you said, eyes flashing in anger. “I just froze up for a second! Heaven forbid I was fucking scared.” 

He shook his head as if your words were bouncing off of him. “How stupid are you? You’re always doing this - not taking care of yourself and acting all airheaded and zoning out. It’s a goddamn chore to watch out for you!”

“Nobody asked you to watch out for me,” your voice increased to match his. 

“Maybe if you stopped daydreaming like an idiot you’d start playing like an actual decent player instead of just sleeping on the court. Hell maybe your team would be able to stop being shit enough to fucking qualify for nationals for once.” 

“Dude that’s enough,” Osamu looked at him incredulously. 

You took a step back. Atsumu knew better than anyone else how hard on yourself you are, especially about volleyball. You had been overstressed recently as your grades were suffering because you kept staying so late to keep practising and you felt like you were drowning trying to balance everything. 

Your arms came up to wrap themselves around you protectively. 

The anger drained out of his face almost comically fast. “Y/n,” he said, a hint of fear on his face. 

You started to back away and shrugged nonchalantly. 

“No no, you know what you’re right,” you hated how your voice came out shakily. “It’s my fault that someone harassed ME, it’s MY fault our team keeps losing, and it’s MY damn fault that I’m not strong enough to have it together all the time.” 

“Y/n that’s not what I mea-.”

“No, that's exactly what you were saying,” you said, cutting him off. “Fuck you Atsumu.” Tears pricked at your eyes and you blinked them away, refusing to let him see you cry. 

“Y/n? Is everything okay?” 

The group of you all shifted to see your friends cautiously looking at you. “We heard yelling and you never came out so we were worried.”

“Yep,” you said, attempting to sound cheerful. “Everything’s good. Let’s go, I’m finished here.” 

“y/n,” Atsumu said with a hint of desperation in his voice. 

“I’ll see you guys around.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at any of the boys and simply sped off towards your friends. 

“That was a low blow,” Osamu shook his head.

Atsumu stared after your retreating figure before groaning and banged his fist against the locker. “I’m so fucked.” 

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And that’s the last time you really talked to Atsumu. He made multiple attempts to talk to you in school but always found you surrounded by your friends. They looked at him reproachfully and you were grateful to have such great people supporting you. He tried to confront you a couple of times before and after practice but your captain always made sure to kick him out of the gym and after you would practically sprint home before the boys’ had finished their practice. 

“He’s pretty hostile nowadays,” Osamu sighed from beside you. He’d found you hiding on the rooftop during lunch one day.

“What a surprise.”

“He’s beating himself up for it for sure though.” 

“Miya, are you defending your brother for once,” you tried to joke. 

“I dunno,” he leaned against his arms behind him. “You know how he gets. He’s an ass for sure but he was so worried that day. I’m not sure I blame him entirely though. It’d be infuriating to see anyone in that position. Let alone the girl he -” he paused. “Let alone our friend.” 

There was a silence long enough you felt Osamu glancing at you repeatedly. 

You really weren’t upset with Atsumu. At first, you were admittedly a bit scared of him - you’d never seen that side of him before. BUt you realised that it was probable that the anger was never directed at you. He defended you without a second thought and likely risked a suspension. Atsumu had supported you these past few months and had been a good, albeit kind of annoying, friend. He had his moments - enough so that you had fallen for him. Was it fair that you cut him out of your life?

“I miss him.” you admitted and tucked your knees against your chest. “I don’t really know how to talk to him though. I just keep hearing his words and I’m scared, like what if he loses his temper and says something hurtful again.” 

Osamu nodded. “I can’t promise ‘Tsumu won’t get mad again or say something hurtful and you definitely shouldn’t have to deal with it or make excuses for him. But he cares for you a lot and he doesn’t know how to be concerned since he’s emotionally stupid.” 

“Also,” he finally added. “Ma beat him with a spoon when she found out what happened so the likelihood of him doing it again seems very low.”

You giggled. “Aw Mama Miya putting the fear of god in her boys.”

“Mama Miya is very scary.” Osamu made a face. “She’s probably the only person Atsumu will listen to.” 

Your giggles rang out across the rooftop and Osamu huffed in amusement. As the sounds faded, your eyebrows drew together. You just needed time. You’d get over his words - they were empty after all - but until you could just see him for the boy you liked again, it’d be better to take a break from seeing him. 

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A few months passed and Atsumu largely left you alone after a while. You could still feel his eyes on you if he passed by your classroom and you gave quick nods in his direction when you waved at Osamu and Suna. 

And then suddenly, here you found yourself after a game, knowing that he was probably in a shitty mood and asking yourself if you were willing to have him lash out at you again. The men’s volleyball team had gone to nationals and lost at the quarterfinals. You had given him a quick good luck after you stopped by to check on Osamu and Suna before the game but had screamed your lungs out cheering him on during the matches. You were shocked and your heart dropped when they lost after fighting so hard to break the tie. 

You knew he was taking it hard and would be blaming himself for everything.

How is he? You’d texted Osamu.

Not good. We’re leaving him alone.

Yikes is he being hard on you guys?

Nah tbh he’s p down and not saying much. 

The corners of your lips turned downward as you stared at the text. Before you knew it, your feet had led you to the team where they had directed you here.

You took a deep breath and opened the door praying Atsumu was still in there. He was your friend, the guy you had fallen for, and a source of comfort for you when you were having a tough time. It didn’t even matter if he had harsh words - you wanted to be there for him. 

The tall blonde was sitting on the bench, his arms bracing his back, and a towel covering his face. 

“‘Tsumu.” 

No response.

“‘Tsumu.” You called again, standing in front of him. 

“Not a good time, princess.” 

You reached a shaky hand out to place on his shoulder. 

You heard him inhale and a warm hand lifted to cover yours. The other came up to place itself on your hip and his head lolled forward onto your stomach. Your unoccupied hand gently began to rub small circles on his back. 

It oddly felt relaxing in that position and you didn’t feel anxious. It reminded you of those quiet walks home where there was a muted comfort between the two of you. 

“I’m not going to tell you ‘it's just one of those days’ and anybody gets them. While it’s true, you aren’t ‘anybody’. The standard for you is high - you set it yourself after all. But you always pull through.” You gave a little laugh. “You’re a great guy. That’s why all the people in your life stick with you no matter how callous and insensitive you can get.” You rolled back the towel so you could see his face. 

“You too?” His eyes peered intensely into yours. 

“Yep. Me too.” 

“M’sorry,” he said in a low voice. “Please don’t be mad anymore.”

“I’m not,” you said, your face softening but then frowned. “But I’m not sure if I forgive you yet.”

“I’ll take whatever I can get.” He half-heartedly gave you a crooked smile. 

“Dummy,” you shook your head, “I missed you.” 

He laughed, getting up and pulling you into a hug. The two of you stood, smiling idiotically at each other. 

“Is this a bad time to mention that Suna says you have a crush on me.”

“What???” 

You tried to untangle yourself from him but he merely squeezed you tightly in response.

“Take all the time you need. Just let me know when it’s okay to ask you out properly, alright?”

You groaned and buried your face into his chest. 

“Okay? Hello y/n are you there? y/n?”

“Fine, shut up, I'll let you know.” 

Fin.

#for the record #i love cheerleading #not roasting them #im just a volleyball player #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #atsumu angst #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya #hq atsumu #osamu miya #inarizaki #suna rintaro #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fic

[silverflqmes]

What about playing with oikawa, atsumu, osamu, kuroo and akaashis hair? Like...just pulling them on top and stroking their hair would be the most comforting shit ever😴

໒⦂ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖/ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑.

notes. hello anon! thank you so much for requesting, this is a really cute prompt oml<3 i hope i was able to do it justice :’) i wasn’t sure if you wanted drabbles or headcanons so i did a mix, enjoy!

genre. fluff + comfort

ft. tooru oikawa, atsumu miya, osamu miya, tetsuro kuroo, keiji akaashi

tw. implied to be post timeskip, so there might be spoilers if you haven’t read the manga!

gender neutral! reader.

     ➫    𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔   𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ oh. he loves it so much.

⌗ always happy and willing to have you play with his hair! might tease you at first about it though.. i mean — come on. it’s tooru.

⌗ “see y/n-chan, all those long showers and amounts of conditioner are worth it in the end! fluffy hair doesn’t happen just like that!”

⌗ doesn’t really have a particular position he prefers. but, if there’s an opportunity for him to be able to watch volleyball matches while you play with his hair — then bingo

⌗ makes him sleepy though tbh so you do it when he doesn’t get his ass to bed

“tooru-san..” you murmured quietly, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you made your way to the brunet, sliding onto his lap. “the bed feels cold without you.. are you almost done..?”

a chuckle left the setter’s lips as he turned the volume down a bit on the tv before placing your head on his shoulder. “that so? did you really miss your tooru-san that much?” he asked you softly, laughing at the whine that left your lips. it was enough to answer his question. “okay, okay.. i’ll tell you what — we cuddle here for a bit while i finish this set, since this match has two more sets..” he muttered before clearing his throat. “and then we’ll go in our room together, okay?”

you weighed his words, contemplating his suggestion before nuzzling into his neck, loosing a quiet breath. “you promise?”

“i promise.” the brunet confirmed, smiling softly as you got more comfortable on his lap, slipping one hand idly into his hair- an old trick you would use to either calm him down.. or in this case, serenade him.

tooru hummed at the action, aware of your true motives, but he couldn’t complain. he had his most favorite and beloved person in the universe clinging and cuddling him while running their fingers through his hair. and although it made him sleepy, he was on cloud nine.

“goodnight, y/n-chan.” he chuckled once he felt your fingers slow to a stop, rising from his spot on the couch to carry you back to your shared bedroom.

     ➫    𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔   𝓐𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ he loves it a lot too!

⌗ atsumu is definitely the one to initiate the most in your relationship, so whenever you approach him first — oh, his heart soars.

⌗ but he teases you for it. why wouldn’t he? his dearest lover wants to be close and card their fingers through his hair!

⌗ “do my ears deceive me, y/n-chan? ya wanna play with my hair?? hold on lemme get my recorder so i can keep this on file-OW! DON’T PULL!”

⌗ playing with his hair honestly calms him down really easily, especially when he’s on edge from a game, argument with osamu, or whatever else might be bothering him in the moment. it just resets him a little :’)

“you okay, ‘tsumu?” you asked upon stepping into your shared flat, doggy bag in hand. “samu asked me to bring you this when i went to onigiri miya today after my shift.” you added softly, joining him on the sofa. “everything okay?”

the blond looked over at you for a moment before letting a huff out, shaking his head. “don’t wanna say. yer gonna think it’s dumb.” he grumbled back, sinking more into the couch while you blinked.

it couldn’t be that bad, right?

a sincere smile crossed your lips as you petted his head gently. “come on, ‘tsumu. you can tell me anything! i promise i won’t laugh or think it’s dumb.” you assured him, placing the food down before patting your thigh.

for a moment he looked you up and down, then at the food. perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to tell you.

he let out a breath before lowering his head onto your lap, feeling your fingers weave through his hair in such a soothing manner. he could never tire of it, and somehow, it made him less reluctant. “i was playin’ switch with shoyo-kun and bokuto-kun, when this tiny ass spider suddenly crawled onto the table and freaked the shit outta omi-kun.” an exasperated sigh. “so he took his cleaning solution and started sprayin’ all frantically.. which got onto the joycons.” he confessed, pointing to the envelope on the coffee table. “so i have to send them for repairs, meaning NO SWITCH THIS WEEKEND.”

silence.

“y/n-chan..?” he called out, looking up to see you shielding your mouth — from laughing. “YER LAUGHING?? TRAITOR!!”

“I’M SORRY I’M SORRY PFFT-”

     ➫    𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔   𝓞𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ he likes it a lot! he’s on the neutral side with physical affection compared to atsumu, but doesn’t reject it lol

⌗ whenever you ask he’s always happy to oblige, loves feeling your hands in his hair, anyway. it relaxes him and just feels super good in general.

⌗ honestly takes him back to lunch time in high school under the trees, just laying on your lap while you ran your fingers through his hair.

⌗ doesn’t really say much when you play with his hair, he’s just got his eyes closed while you do it or is watching the cooking channel with you.

⌗ “should i make this for dinner tonight, or too much?” the answer is and always will be yes, because this man’s food is just<3

“hard day at work?” osamu asked from the kitchen, feeling your arms around his waist as you nodded against his back.

“something like that.” came your low sigh, followed by an annoyed grumble. “my boss gave me this really tough manuscript to edit.” ah, of course.

“did they now?” he asked, to show he was listening, and you hummed in agreement.

“sure did. i don’t get it, samu. they’d publish this piece of shit work, but not my story?? it’s preposterous.” you grumbled, pouting when your lover let out a laugh. what was so funny anyway? “hey!! don’t laugh! i’m genuinely irked by this!”

“sorry, love.” he chuckled a little, sliding the vegetables into the curry he was preparing before turning to kiss your head. “didn’t mean to laugh, just thought ya sounded a little cute there.” he responded, and it was true. you did sound adorable to him. “but you’ll find the right publisher someday, the world’s just not ready for yer book to destroy the market.”

you were reluctant at first with his words, but gave in, anyway. it was osamu miya, your everything. how could you possibly resist? “i suppose, i can wait a bit longer..” you agreed, albeit begrudgingly. “but that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook!”

the gray eyes male rose a brow before turning the knob on low. “that so? well, what would i have to do to be off the hook?” he asked, placing one hand at your waist while the other cupped your cheek.

a grin spread across your lips before you slipped your fingers into his hair. “i think you know the answer to that.” and that he did.

    ➫    𝓚𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗢   𝓣𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ this man is so for it, he’ll literally be smirking like a cat who wants petting.. might even purr ( or moan ) as a joke..

⌗ you could honestly ask him whenever or he might just even approach you half the time tbh cuz he’s not even worried about getting his hair messed up ( i mean.. that bedhead is unmoving )

⌗ doesn’t really mind the time or place, but prefers being in bed since he can lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair; it’s just easier and more comfortable lol

⌗ “cut me some slack y/n-chan, i worked super duper hard today.. the all star team sure is high maintenance!” — says this when he was literally doing nothing but laughing his ass off from the sidelines while hajime was scolding all of them ( tooru and atsumu.. ) over an altercation.

⌗ once your fingers slide into his hair, tetsuro is not moving. got a shift today at work? you’re calling sick. got plans with your friends? consider them cancelled.

“oh?” tetsuro rose a brow, noting the ds in your hands, which had his suspicions rising. “dare i ask where you got that from?” he inquired, taking up the vacant spot on the bed as he leaned over your shoulder.

your eyes barely lifted from the screen as you hummed, directing your character to a save point before looking over at your lover with a smile. “i think you might know the answer to that already.” you laughed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “kenma let me borrow it for the week.” just as he suspected.

a hum left the cat eyed male’s lips as he got comfortable in his spot, scooting closer to you. “i figured as much.” he mused, draping an arm around your waist. “think you got room for one more on your chest? or is that reserved for video games only?”

you rose a brow at his response before letting out a laugh. “is that pettiness i detect, tetsu?” you asked, snickering further before letting out a breath. “i suppose i can make room for tonight..” you drawled out, turning off the device before placing it on your nightstand to charge.

a feline smirk etched onto kuroo’s lips as he wrapped his legs around your waist, moving his head to your chest as he closed his eyes. “perfect, that saves me the bribery.” he snickered out, feeling your fingers card gently through his hair as you scoffed, but smiled anyway.

➫    𝓐𝗞𝗔𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜   𝓚𝗘𝗜𝗝𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ i don’t think he would mind it honestly, but at first he might be a little confused as to why you would want to play with his hair — or more like he wonders what enjoyment you might get out of it — and now i’m overthinking😐

⌗ anyway, if you do ask him, he will allow you to play with it! he’d never say no to you, as he wouldn’t want to deny your happiness.. and might be a little curious himself

⌗ “are you sure this is gonna help, y/n-san? it seems a little too simplistic to rid me of my — oh.” it was needless to say he took his words back immediately.

⌗ once he realizes that he enjoys it, it’ll become your go to if he’s ever super stressed or having one of his mini anxiety attacks ( those two manga panels resonated sm with me )

⌗ likes to have his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair ( might read too as you do it ), it’s very relaxing<3

“keiji?” you called his name softly, lifting your head off your pillow to find a male silhouette kicking off their shoes at the doorway. “it’s late.” you told him when he stepped into the dim light of the tv, frowning a little. “i was beginning to worry..”

“i know- sorry for missing dinner with you.. tenma-san wanted me to stay longer to try and figure out the direction of the new chapter he’s writing.” akaashi sighed out, sleep evident on his visage. he’d been working hard on finishing the chapter for three days now to meet the deadline, but it was taking a toll he hadn’t quite acknowledged yet.

but you did.

“keiji..” you murmured quietly before patting your lap. “come, lay down for a bit.. you’ve been working really hard, so you deserve to give yourself some time to relax.” you told him, smiling a little. “at least the chapter is finished so you can rest for a little without worrying of what needs to be done next.”

it was true, the turquoise eyed male knew it to be true, but he just couldn’t relax.. he kept thinking back to it, if what he done was good enough to be published for the public to see. the last thing he wanted to was let tenma down after all and —

“keiji.” you called again and he snapped from his thoughts, nodding slowly.

“sorry, sorry..” he muttered back, laying down on the vacant space while he rested his head on your lap. “how is this meant to help, though?”

a sigh left your lips, thinking the boy to be clueless. a few days at the office and he was up in the clouds. “just give it a second.” you told him, removing his glasses before carding your fingers through his hair, massaging him gently.

within a few minutes, he was out like a light.

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[kitasgloves]

You're an Inarizaki graduate in a relationship with the SAKUSA KIYOOMI. You were close with the Miya bros, especially Atsumu, and friends with the entire Inarizaki volleyball club. You already had a longtime crush on Sakusa when you watched the practice match between Inarizaki and Itachiyama. You were forever grateful that Atsumu forced you to watch game because you wouldn't be able to have seen Sakusa.

You're working as PR in the MSBY Black Jackals and got reunited with Atsumu (unfortunately). He knows your big fat crush on Sakusa and tries to be your wingman. His plan? He gets you drunk in a party and forces you in a room alone with Sakusa. He claimed it would give you the enough courage to confess.

You confessed but you couldn't remember what Sakusa's reaction was. It ended up with Sakusa taking you to his place because you're incredibly drunk and unable to get home on your own. You woke up to the worst hungover since college and a shirtless Sakusa making breakfast calling you 'darling'.

The rest is history. You and Sakusa have been together for more than two years. Although you two seemed like the ideal couple, there has been frequent verbal fights lately. It mostly had something to do with conflicting schedules and a lot of dates cancelled. Sakusa was a busy athlete and your job as the PR didn't mix well with his hectic schedule.

"This is the fifth time that I have to cancel reservation, Omi!"

"Then just stop making reservations! You know how busy I am so don't get mad that I couldn't make up to our date!"

"You could've at least made an effort to! Or say sorry!"

"We've gone through this over and over again [Name] and I'm getting sick of it"

"So, what? You're sick of me?"

"Maybe I am!"

This argument was different from the previous. You were left stunned as Sakusa breathlessly glared at you, shattering your heart into smithereens. Immediately, your eyes felt wet as you turned around, grabbed your keys, phone, and wallet and stormed out of the apartment. You completely missed the sheer regret that erupted on Sakusa's face.

You called up Atsumu and asked to meet up at Onigiri Miya. When you arrived there and saw the blonde setter, you quickly went in for a hug and sobbed your poor heart out. Atsumu knew you had another fight with your boyfriend since you've been telling him about it for the past few days. It seemed like today, a line was crossed.

Sakusa tried reaching your phone but you have put your phone in airplane mode. Osamu kindly made you your favorite onigiri as you told them about the fight. Of course, the twins took over your side because they've known you for a very long time. You stayed over at Osamu's and had a sleepover with the Miya twins.

The next day, Sakusa was driving all the way to Osamu's place. He has found your whereabouts through his cousin Komori who he got from his teammate, Suna Rintaro. He sucked in a breath and knocked on the door. What he was not expecting was a very serious-faced Atsumu Miya answering the door.

"The hell are ya doin' here?"

"I need to pick up my girlfriend"

"She doesn't wanna be with ya right now"

"That's none of your business, Miya"

Atsumu gives Sakusa a humorless laugh and gives him the most intimidating glare that Sakusa has ever seen from him. Usually, the blonde setter is all smirks and smiles but seeing this death glare from him actually made Sakusa physically shiver.

"Ya made her cry all the way over here sayin' that yer sick of her! Do ya have any idea of the amount of effort she puts in scheduling a dinner fer the both of ya 'cuz she misses ya so much?"

Sakusa was officially speechless as he gulped. He rigidly stands there and gets his well-deserved scolding from Atsumu Miya of all people.

"[Name] means a lot to me 'cuz she's like a sister so if I ever catch her cry 'cuz of you again, I will personally beat yer ass then skin ya alive and give ya some bonus ass whoopin' from Osamu and the entire Inarizaki alumni"

Atsumu warned him. And Sakusa makes sure to keep that in mind. The blonde sighs and finally takes a step aside from the door.

"Go apologize to her and make up, Omi-kun"

Sakusa doesn't need to be told twice as he rushed inside the apartment, not bothering to take off his shoes and pounced at you in the kitchen. You just woke up but you were pleasantly surprised with your boyfriend profusely apologizing to you.

Osamu places a hand on his hip and looked at his twin. Atsumu was smiling as if he didn't just threatened Sakusa earlier.

"What did ya tell him?"

"Oh nothing, just gave him a little warnin' that's all"

Osamu knows Atsumu is a lying piece of shit.

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[sunarintarotea]

❥ 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

a/n: one of my lovely moots requested some suna headcanons, and i am trying to branch out and post more than one head canon daily <3 enjoy!

🂲 🂳 🂴 🂵 🂶 🂷 🂸 🂹 🂺 🂻 🂽 🂾

•suna loves matcha tea, and he makes his own lattes before school almost every morning

•suna, osamu, and atsumu go skating together every now and then, but none of them are good at it so they just look like idiots. suna is just proud he is not the worst out of the three.

•suna sneaks snacks into the movies, and he once shoved an entire entree up his hoodie and didn’t get caught

•suna loves honeydew

•suna let’s his sister paint his nails, but only on one hand. he never bothers to take it off

•suna tried getting one of atsumu and osamu’s fights posted to worldstar but it was rejected because it wasn’t “intense” enough

•suna has to sleep with a fan on, and if it is turned off while he is sleeping, he will immediately wake up to turn it back on

•suna wears “chanel bléu” cologne

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[riabriyn]

⊹ ࣪ ˖—Photographs !

ft. r. Suna x reader

genre: fluff + stranger to lovers (???)

Photographer! Suna who you first meet when you were partnered up for a project for the photography club.

Photographer! Suna that compliments you a little too much to the point that you have to take a break from the photoshoot because you were blushing too much.

Photographer! Suna who takes you out on mini dates even though the project is done.

Photographer! Suna who takes a lot of pics of you when you’re not looking (not in a creepy way).

Photographer! Suna who invites you to his photo exhibit, reassuring you that it’s fine if you can’t attend. You stand there in-front of his exhibit only to be surprised by all the beautiful candid pictures that he has taken of you being displayed— all titled ‘muse’.

He notices you staring at it and approaches you, all the while rubbing his neck sheepishly with an evident blush on his face. You stare back at him, and suddenly, without much of a thought, wrap your arms around him, giving him a soft hug burying your face in his chest to cover your red face.

Suna, mouth agape from your sudden action, recovers quickly and slowly returns the hug; and both of you stay like that for a few moments as if you were in your own little world.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated <3

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[cerisesakurainspring]

KITA SHINSUKE × READER

~~A compassionate love you will never trade for any riches.

"Anata?" You call for your husband.

You had just put your twins to sleep not long ago and were about to retire for the night when you saw Kita wasn't on the bed in your room. You like to think you knew him like the back of your hand, so with your confident knowledge of his routine, you decided to go to a place he frequents.

You ascended the attic with a lamp in your hand, then climbed through the mini-steps that led through the rooftop. Against the window frame was your husband leaning his shoulder on it. You smile at his serene expression and how it softened further when he saw you.

"How's our two little rascals doing?" He held his hand for you to take, and you took it gratefully.

"Finally fast asleep." You wrapped your arms around his waist and snuggled closely, craving his warmth in the chilly night. The silver-haired lad indulged you by wrapping his well-built arms around you and giving you a peck on the temple. The view in front of you was one of serene ambience and you could not help but feel relaxed in the calmness of the night.

Kita has always loved connecting with nature. He much preferred the clean air and peace of the countryside to the hustle and bustle of the towering main cities. This was one of the reasons why he chose to start a farming business instead of taking on a salaryman job. Quite a stretch away from the standard practices of men his age.

You nestled closer into his embrace and sighed contently, the memories of yesterday pulling you back to when your life started turning for the better. Five years ago, you gave birth to twins and Kita was slightly anxious about the fact for he had experience dealing with twins. He was nonetheless the happiest man on earth when he held them both in his arms as tears of joy cascaded down his alluring features.

Occasionally, his former volleyball teammates would visit and play with your adorable children. To no one's surprise, they bonded with the Miya twins the most. Two twin flames merging and creating an inferno, for every time they visited, trouble was always guaranteed.

You remember seeing an angry Kita for the first time when Atsumu taught your kids how to prank his brother. Osamu was to pick up sets of rice sacks for his onigiri shop then, and when he lifted the last sack, the grain came bursting from the hole the three monsters had created. Two mini monsters incited by a supposed mature adult. The full-grown monster Atsumu.

To escape the wrath of the silver-haired Miya, Atsumu carried both your twins on his shoulder and ran across the rice field. The two 4-year-olds giggled as they bounced on the pro player's shoulder while he skipped through the run-off platform. This was a bad move on his part for it had just rained the day before, so the soil was still moist. To his bad luck, he slipped and the three ended up falling into the rice paddies.

What would have been a fun play of tag ended severely for all of them.

The older of your twins cried his lungs out when he fell, and Kita came running from the rice mill. The fear on your husband's face was still vivid in your memory, and he was pretty livid when he found out Atsumu was the one liable.

The fury in his demeanour was enough to root all five of you in place that even the crying twins hushed down. Kita stared down at his kouhai with anger no one expected him to have.

You remember him pointing at the parked car with gritted teeth and only saying, 'Leave.' and all the Miya twins could do was bow their heads in apology and rush out.

Poor blonde Miya was almost banned from visiting your twins.

The memory made you giggle, and your husband turned his head to look at you, curiosity dancing in his breathtaking eyes.

"I guess twins are naturally born to be troublemakers," you proposed.

Kita chuckled at your remark and then kissed your temple once more. "You're doing a marvellous job keeping them on their toes."

You melt in your husband's embrace and let the gentle breeze caress your skin as it carries the scent of earth with it. The rice field before you swayed softly against the whispers of the wind, and it seemed to be in tandem with the crickets singing. 

It was like watching a concierto of nature made for just the two of you.

You stare at the stars above as it continued to twinkle in the velvety sky. The moon towering over the nocturnal landscape seemingly made the moment feel like a dream of wonder. Time seemed to crawl at that moment, and the sense of harmony and tranquility permeated your very core.

A content sigh escaped your lips as you realized nothing could make the moment more perfect.

You were grateful for the man beside you and the two little munchkins you were gifted with. Even though you were a full-time mother, you were very appreciative of the affluent yet simple lifestyle Kita has provided for the family.

It was like your own little paradise. Full of warmth and laughter.

Your husband's brown eyes look over the field stretching out far with a happy smile on his lips. For him, there was no greater joy than living a farming life with you and the twins. He was content to live out his days, experiencing the simple pleasures of what life offered him.

He did not need anything more.

To Kita, the three of you were his ikigai, and that was more than enough.

This is part of a one-shot series called Haikyuū Lovers. It was previously called Haikyuū Husbandos, but I had to rename it because it started to sound cringy, lol.

It is also up for reading on AO3 and Wattpad with the same title and pen name.

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[ranaiki]

Split Apart | Chapter 13 - Said and Done

wc: 4.6k

warnings: swearing as per usual, a bit suggestive and there’s some nudity (but nothing overtly sexual!), skinnydipping. Reader is a hater towards Atsumu lol. There’s not a ton to mention for this chapter, but like the rest of the story it can be a bit heavy, so always have that in mind.

a/n: didya think I abandoned this? Didya??? Surprise surprise! Welcome to a new era of Split Apart, one where it actually gets finished. How can I say this with such certainty, you ask? Well because I have pretty much every chapter completed already lol. I’m giving you this chapter wayyy early as a little gift before I spam post the rest of them, since this is basically the only one that doesn’t require me to map out and plan between multiple chapters. It’s been literally impossible to find time to write between classes and life, who knew being an adult was so difficult? Whatever, it’s summer now and I finally have time to write, which means I’m finishing this and then working on my novel which isn’t related to fanfics or other media at all! Yipee! Enjoy lovies, I’ll be back in a couple months with the rest of the series <3

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Over 1 Year Ago

How unlucky does a girl have to be to be paired with the worst possible student in class?

You could barely hide the disdain on your face as Ms.Yuma, your professor, called out your name and the person you would be paired with for the rest of the year. You really weren’t sure whose bright idea it was to not only create a year-long project that was worth more than half of your grade, but to have the partner pairings be assigned on top of it.

At first it had been a blessing. Only 2 weeks in and you had still hardly befriended anyone. Names rattled in your head like pinballs and you had no idea where they came from or to whom they belonged.

Jin, Kuni, Kiyo, Sara, Rindo, Ai, Hiroko, Yuki, Makoto, Natsuki, Naia, Tomoko, Yoshiko, Daiki, Asahi, Yuka, Itsuki, Naoto, Sei, Mai, Juuzo, Ohta, Yun, Hiroto, Yami, Masao, Chiyo, Rina, Mami…

If there was one person you did remember, however - it was Atsumu Miya.

You would be hard pressed to forget after your first encounter alone, but he’d made a point of always being in your face and in your business. His smug smile and sleazy stare were forever burned into your brain, no number of smacks to the forehead were enough to jarr the image out. 

So when Ms.Yuma’s voice rattled out “L/n” followed by “Miya”, it was understandable when chills ran down your spine. And just your luck, too, that of all the students in the room - some of whom would probably kill to be in your shoes - you’d get paired with Miya freaking-

“Which one?” A drawling voice echoed from the back.

Ms.Yuma peered over her spectacles, before glancing back down at the sheet.

“My apologies,” her finger tapped at the paper impatiently. “Still not used to the whole… twin thing. Miya Osamu.”

Twins?

You glanced to the side as heavy footsteps crossed the room and came to a halt beside you, a tangle of long limbs flopping into the open chair. Ms.Yuma’s voice fell into monotonous background noise as she continued to list the rest of the student pairings.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought this was Miya Atsumu. They shared all the same features - down to the shape of their eyebrows and the arch of their noses. Of course, this boy had grey hair, but who were you to know or understand the hair-dyeing habits of a complete stranger?

You must’ve been staring too long, because he turned to look at you, eyebrows lifted.

“Somethin’ on my face?”

“I didn’t realize Atsumu had a twin.” The words came out before you had a moment to process exactly what you were saying.

His face twitched a little, but he quickly brushed off the comment. “Ouch. Guess he really is the more popular one if yer already fawnin’ over ‘im too.”

Your nose crinkled involuntarily. “Fawning? Over Atsumu? Who do you take me for?” You folded your arms over your chest, slouching back in your seat.

“No?” You didn’t appreciate his condescending tone. “What, then? Obsessin’? Lovin’ from afar?”

“I think uninterested is more accurate. Closer to disgusted.”

The boy blinked a little, a bit of the tension melting from his features. “Hm.” He hummed, pensive. His head cocked to the side in a manner that much too closely resembled his brother, but from him, it felt much less imposing. “Nice ta meet ya, I’m the shadow twin. Name’s Osamu.”

“That sounds dumb.” You rolled your eyes, finding it hard to just let his attitude roll off your shoulders. “But whatever. I’m L/n… Y/n, I guess. If I’m calling you by your given name, you can call me by mine.”

Ms.Yuma stood at the front, writing down a few key points to the year project on the blackboard, though almost nobody paid her any mind. You leaned forward in your seat, taking the time to jot them down on the closest piece of paper.

“How generous.” What a great start to a long-term partnership. Your luck might yet be as rotten as you’d initially thought. “Y/n then. New girl, right? Haven’t stopped hearin’ bout ya for the last coupla weeks - must be quite the celebrity by now.”

“Maybe.” You muttered, shrugging. “Lonely existence though. I still hardly know anybody.”

“That’s not surprisin’.” You whipped back to face him, brows furrowed. Osamu didn’t even seem fazed, picking at a stain on his jeans.

Gross.

“Would you care to elaborate? Or…?” 

“Well, cause everybody already has their friends, y’know?” He gestured around the classroom emphatically. “Yer more like a zoo animal than a person to ‘em.”

“A zoo animal?” 

Seriously?

He winced. “That sounds bad, sorry. I mean that uh… they find ya interestin’, they wanna spectate and uh, figure ya out. But when it comes to more human matters, like friendships and really gettin’ ta know someone, they have no interest in ya.”

“You really don’t have a way with words.” You leaned back in your seat again, tapping the pencil against the paper. The similarity between the brothers was astounding.

Osamu shrugged, seemingly unbothered by his crass choice of comparison. “Good thing I don’t really need them.”

You really were the unluckiest girl in the world.

“On the bright side though-” you glared daggers at him through your peripherals, hoping they stung as much as you intended. “Not everyone is so rigid that they don’t wanna make new friends.” He turned a lopsided grin in your direction. “Ya jus’ gotta find the right people.”

Your cold anger melted a little bit, understanding taking its place.

“Well… we are stuck together for the next year, so um, might as well make the most of it.”

“I knew we’d come to an understandin’.” Osamu slapped the desk, splaying the papers across it haphazardly. “I mean, I gotta make the most of who is quite possibly the only person in the school who is not madly in love with my brother.”

“It’s really not a difficult feat.”

Osamu snorted, pulling his chair closer to the desk. “Ya’d be surprised…”

⠀

“Mom? I’m home!”

Nerves shot to pieces, you toyed with the strap of your shoulder bag, fingers trembling each time they plucked at the frayed edges. You watched as Osamu crossed the threshold into his home, pulling off his shoes and tossing them to the side without any respect for the clean space.

“Um, are you sure it’s okay for me to come over without asking first?” You asked, teeth worrying into your bottom lip. You lingered in the doorway, fearful of looking too far into the house without a proper invitation.

Osamu glanced back at you.

“It’s fine, my mom isn’t a stickler.”

You nodded a little bit, but still couldn’t muster the courage to fully step inside.

As if on cue, soft footsteps came rushing down the hall.

“Which’a my boys is it?” Around the corner came a pretty middle aged woman, her long brown hair done in a loose braid, flyaways framing her face. She had on an apron, and her hands were still glistening with what you hoped was fresh, clean water. Excitement shone through her smile as if it had been days since she’d last seen her son.

“It’s me, mom.” You weren’t sure why he actually answered the question, because his mother was embracing him as he spoke. Of course she knew which one it was.

Right? Or do mothers also get confused by their twins?

“Mom?” His mother pulled back from the hug, head tipped upwards as she inspected his face. “What happened ta Mama? Don’t tell me ya went and grown up already.”

You’d have lavished in the mortified expression that flushed over Osamu’s face, had you not been equally as embarrassed as he was.

Osamu glanced away, hoping to salvage some of his dignity and hide the crimson of his cheeks and ears.

Suspicious, his mom glanced towards the still open doorway, her eyes widening. “Oh!” She let go of Osamu quickly, rushing to greet you. “I’m so sorry dear, I didn’t notice ya.”

“It’s okay, Miya-san. I’m L/n Y/n, it's nice to meet you. I’m sorry to come over so unexpectedly.”

She clicked her tongue a little, giggling. “No need ta be so formal sweetheart. Call me Reika.” She ushered you inside, closing the door behind you. “Osamu! Ya didn’t warn me we’d have company, I woulda made snacks.”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell ya…” Osamu mumbled, earning a sharp glare from his mother.

Reika turned back towards you, smiling warmly as she brushed some of your hair from your face. “What a pretty girl ya are. Ya know, little Osa doesn’t usually have guests over.”

You flushed, mouth parting slightly, though no words came.

“We’re just workin’ on a project, Mama.” Osamu said quickly. “Nothin’ more.”

She hummed. “I didn’t suggest anything.” The twinkle in her eye made you think otherwise, but you were still too stunned to form many coherent sentences. “I’ll go fix up some snacks for you two, Osamu?” She stared directly in her son’s eyes, a sudden intensity pricking the air that startled you. “Ya better not pull any funny business.”

Osamu’s blush returned with a vengeance. “Course not, mama…”

“Good.” Reika spun on her heels, and at that moment you realized she was barefoot. She took off again down the hallway, leaving you and Osamu silent and flustered in the entry.

“Let’s go.” He huffed, shuffling down an adjacent hall to the living room.

“Your mom is quite… friendly.” You managed as you settled down at the coffee table, glancing over your shoulder at the sound of a pan falling and a string of very unique and colorful curses following right behind.

Osamu snorted a bit, flopping onto the couch. “Thas one way ta put it...”

You glanced back towards him, a cheeky grin on your face. “So… ‘mama’?”

Osamu flushed yet again - you were really beginning to enjoy this.

“Shut up.” He hissed, burying himself in the pages and notebooks dedicated to your project, including the paper with your half-finished project proposal. “Atsumu calls her mommy, so if yer gonna poke fun, do it at him.”

You had to stifle your shocked laugh, hand pressing against your mouth firmly.

“No wonder he ran off so quick when he found out I was coming over tonight.” You snickered.

“Maybe he didn’t want you to be mistaken for his guest.” Osamu tilted his head to the side, eyes twinkling mischievously. There was a lot of family resemblance.

“Rude. Your mom obviously loves me already.”

Osamu rolled his eyes, though couldn’t formulate a good comeback.

“Besides, I’m doing you a favor.” You pressed on, leaning over the coffee table that sat between you two, elbows folded on the clean surface. “You never have anyone over, maybe now your mom won’t think you have zero game.”

Osamu’s glare was heated. “As if!” He too leaned forward, closing the space between you. “I’m jus’ smarter than my brother.” He tapped the side of his head to emphasize his point. “Ma doesn’t see my guests.”

It took a moment, but the realization had you over-exaggerating a gagging sound.

“You’re as disgusting as your brother.”

“Runs in tha family.”

⠀

Present Day

When all is said and done, where does that leave you?

When everything is gone, and nothing remains?

A step, a jump, a leap - back into the unknown, headfirst into reality - crashing and burning on the other side.

Your chest squeezed at the thought alone.

How much easier it is to sit and wait at the edge of calamity, silent, letting the minutes drag into evening as the sun slowly travels the length of the sky, and descends down to the edge of everything.

The bounds of perception, the realm of being, the connections that trap you in a web of existence.

When all is said and done, what becomes of the fragments of everything scattered around you?

The distant canopy rustled with the breeze, your feet digging a little further into the pebbles of the shore as they crunched in protest. Gaze fixated on the lake, you watched the ripples that came with the shifting winds, water’s surface shining as if it held the essence of the sun itself, as if the secrets of everything were trapped within.

A future lost, a past cut in flesh, the old forgotten and the new unsung.

What was everything to you now?

Soft, controlled breaths sounded at your side from where Kita still sat, his figure statuesque in the dimming light. He too stared off into nothing, into everything, careful not to betray the silent bubble the two of you had managed to create.

It was a miracle someone hadn’t come along to break it already, though perhaps the rest of the group was trying just as hard to avoid an imminent reality.

Kita’s gentle sigh was sudden, but with that one heavy breath, you felt your quiet realm pop, and with it came the oppressive silence of existence too long ignored.

You too let out a sigh, subconsciously mimicking his behavior, expelling the pressure that was steadily building in your chest.

“I wish we could be stagnant.” You murmured, toes wiggling and disrupting the pebbles once more.

You couldn’t see him, but you felt Kita’s body shift with the movements of a nod at your side. He didn’t say anything, still lost in an augmented reality he had allowed himself to relax within, one where wasting time on the shore of a lake didn’t mean the difference between survival and death.

Deep blue sky chased after the golden light of the sun as it fell behind the forest, rays streaming between trees, almost murky in appearance. You lifted your hands to the sky, fingers forming the shape of a fake camera as you positioned it right in front of the picturesque scene - and with a little click between your teeth, you pushed down on the imaginary photo button, and took the forever image.

“But reality calls.” You finished.

Kita glanced towards you, gaze flickering as he studied your features. “Are ya ready to take it on?”

And you knew you had to be truthful. A lie in a place like this was condemnation to a fate worse than death.

So you shook your head, and gave another deep, shuddering sigh. “No, not really. I’m not left with many alternatives.” You turned towards him with a tiny smile. “But.. it feels a little better. Having you with me.”

You make me feel unbreakable.

Kita’s eyes crinkled warmly.

You glanced back over the water, inspecting the backs of your hands, observing the grease, dirt, and blood that had become like a second layer of skin caked onto them. You looked down at the soiled bandages that coiled down the length of your arm, disappearing beneath bunched up sleeves.

Hand placed on the shore, you pushed yourself to your feet, staring out over the lake and the eerie stillness that clung to the Earth. Kita watched on quietly.

“I was thinking about it before,” you commented, hands finding their way to the hem of your sweatshirt. “About how everything has changed. Um, about how the things that mean the world to me have changed.”

“Well uh, what means the world to you now?”

You were quiet, fingers tracing over the fabric in your grasp for a heartbeat too long, and then yet another past that.

“I don’t know yet.”

You yanked your sweatshirt from your frame, taking the tank top beneath with it. You heard a little grunt, and glanced behind you. Kita was flushed and turned away, a hand shielding his gaze.

“The hell are ya doin’?”

You only grinned, stripping off your bra, pants, underwear, and shoes until you were standing, bare, on that rocky shore - your body laced with bandages, cuts, and bruises; evidence of everything broken and swallowed.

In the morning, the world waited for you. In the morning, you returned to the cold, unforgiving Earth and lost the world you and Kita had created.

So for the night, for one last night, you let yourself melt into the cloudy haze of your mind, and let your heart reign.

A toe in the water told you it was much colder than you had been anticipating - nothing like a summer skinny dip, where the water was just as or warmer than the nighttime air. Ripples extended from where your foot slipped in, goosebumps running up the length of your body, nipples pebbling in the cold air.

“Y/n, seriously.” Kita’s face was as red as a tomato as he fought to look anywhere other than in your general direction. “Stop messin’ around, put yer clothes back on.”

“What?” You hummed, wading in a little further and letting the water lap at your ankles. “I deserve a bath, don’t you think?”

The water was now up to your thighs as you pressed onwards, cold stinging your skin, sharp against all spots ripped and torn. The bandages loosened as they came in contact with the water, falling from your frame, and you tore them off, tossing them back to shore.

Kita had taken to placing both hands over his eyes now, tucked into himself as a means of avoiding looking at you. You couldn’t help but giggle a little, unsure if his actions were born from respect or self-preservation, and spread your arms out wide to the forest beyond the edge of the lake.

“Why live by the rules of a world that no longer exists?”

You let yourself plunge the rest of the way into the water.

It should have been unpleasant at best. As soon as your head hit the water, you should have been clawing for the surface again, searching for a way to get out and avoid the inevitable brain freeze.

But it felt so good.

The liquid flowed around you, cutting across your body as you became altogether weightless - suspended and dreamlike in a bubble within the whole. Floating, every inch of you touched by the water, yet you yourself remained solid.

It felt like ages before you finally resurfaced, water running down your face and from your hair, carrying with it the sediment of weeks passed.

Kita stood at the edge of the water now, his fingers pulling at one another. Your hair flowed around you, taken with the whims of water, caressing your collarbones and shoulders.

“Well, are you gonna join me?”

“Shit, don’t scare me like that Y/n.” Kita grumbled, running a hand through dirty hair. “You were under fer way too long.”

“Feels nice,” you hummed, placing a finger to your lips as you lowered your voice a little, indicating that he do the same. “Come and enjoy it while you still can.”

Kita stalled at the shore, foot tapping pensively. “I don’t know,” His hushed words came out rough and strangled, as if it was taking his all to use common sense rather than rush in head first by your side. “It doesn’t seem like such a good idea.”

As he spoke, you pushed back a little, the bottom of the lake dropping out from beneath you as you began to tread, heading into deeper waters. You dipped under the surface, pulling in a mouthful of water, before lifting up and spitting it out again, tongue and teeth left cold in its wake.

You watched him for a few moments as he lingered at the water's edge, teetering on his toes. Water clung to your lashes, and cooled your warm cheeks. You didn’t say anything, silent as you waited for him to make his decision.

But still he waited, so you continued to swim, deeper and deeper, the water the color of pitch around you.

“Fuck,” his voice hissed from shore. “Okay fine, fine, I’m comin’ in, but ya gotta get closer ta shore. Don’t go so far out, and turn around!”

You smiled to yourself, kicking languidly back to where your toes just barely scraped the bottom, and spinning to face the trees and the missing sun. Cloth rustled as pants and a shirt were tossed to the shore, and the water splashed with the presence of another person.

Your heart thumped loudly in your chest.

You let your head bob in the water as a distraction from the quickly approaching man, the water sloshing around you, waves and ripples flowing past your face. You tipped your head backwards slightly, cold seeping into your scalp, and washing away the remnants of what had easily been the most terrible period of your life.

And yet, the most transformative.

The splashing stopped, and the water stilled. The waves melted off into the distance, and all you were left with were calm ripples.

It was quiet. 

Amid the silence, you became very aware of the way blood rushed through your ears like the very water you were suspended within, and how your skin, hot and flushed, warded off any chill that might have threatened to take hold.

“You can turn around now.” His soft breaths brushed right past your ear.

Your cheeks went red, and you pulled away from him just slightly, giving yourself room to turn around.

Warm.

His eyes were so warm. You could see the gold and amber competing for space, his pupils thick, dilated, and almost completely consuming the colors you’d grown to love so much.

Love, and hate.

You loved the way they bore deep into your soul, picking you apart, holding you, caressing you, finding what it was that made you tick and not questioning you for it. But you hated it as well. You hated that with one look, he could read you like a picture. All the walls in the world couldn’t fend off his perceptive gaze. 

Your tongue was thick in your mouth, eyes locked in his, and from the way they flickered, you knew he was looking nowhere else but at you.

You opened your mouth to speak, but fumbled over your words, a strangled sound coming out instead. Water lapped at your chin as you struggled to find the words that lingered in your chest - you were completely transfixed.

His breath fanned over your face, warm in the cold air.

“Hello to you too.”

You loved the rose that tinted his cheeks, the flushed expression that made every aspect of his features glossy.

Your heart hammered louder, louder, and louder still.

He was so close, within a breaths distance, his plush lips a mere movement away.

He was so close.

You ducked under the surface suddenly, pushing backwards through the water to swim away from him. You surfaced again with at least a foot between you two, his wide eyes watching after you.

Those soulful, suffocating eyes.

As if on autopilot, you turned over in the water, splashing out to several meters away.

“Don’t go so far.” Kita scolded, following after you. You dove back under, swimming a few feet to the side, running him in circles through the water.

Holding out against a well trained athlete for as long as you did should have been a feat of its own, but with every stroke, he drew just a little closer, and so too did your pounding heart move faster.

The water splashed all around you as you swam away from him, but stilled after a moment’s breath.

His hand wrapped around your ankle, yanking you backwards and dragging you through the water. You had half a mind to splutter back to the surface and yell at him, but the warmth of his bare chest against your back had any fighting words dying in your throat.

Water ran down your face as you were pulled upright, resurfaced. You coughed just a little, but it was hard when you knew he could feel every little movement and twitch of your frame.

Tha-thump.

Tha-thump.

Tha-thump.

There was no space between you, both your bodies tense at the suddenness of close proximity. His breath was once again fanning over your ears, trickling down your neck, and sending hot goosebumps running down your arms.

Tha-thump.

Tha-thump.

It was quiet, and still, as you sat with your back up against him, fearful of relaxing in his grasp, of letting yourself meld with him completely.

You floundered.

Tha-thump.

You spun quickly in Kita’s hold, taking hold of his shoulders, keeping yourself afloat. His hands easily found purchase at your waist, sturdy and strong against your soft flesh. You felt his fingers squeeze just slightly, and your breath caught in your throat.

Those eyes.

Just an inch away from his face, and there was nothing else you could look at. Both of your breaths came short and quick, mixing together in the cold autumn air, misty clouds reminding you both of how crazy you must be to be swimming in frigid waters at this time of year.

“Don’t you wish we could be stagnant?” You whispered, breathing in the smell of him that still lingered, not yet washed away.

“I do,” his answer was quick and unrestrained. “But I’d rather jus’ enjoy this moment with ya.” Again his fingers squeezed at your hips, holding tight. Your heart hammered against your ribcage, threatening to break free at the next beat.

“And what about everything?” You asked, struggling to control your breaths, keeping them shallow to avoid pressing your chest right up against his.

“Everything is what you make it.”

His taste melted over your tongue.

Sweet and velvety.

You sighed a little into the kiss, skin and insides going fuzzy as you pressed in just a little tighter, careful to keep your hips from being flush against his body. The water sloshed around you as Kita fought to keep you both afloat, hands occupied by your waist and the nape of your neck.

Who were you to care about the sound you were making, and the attention you were drawing your way?

You’d be damned if you didn’t take this moment and live it. If you didn’t let an eternity stretch between you.

It was Kita who pulled away first, his face red, eyes lazy and unfocused. He held you back a little bit, putting some distance between your bodies, and you stared at him, wide eyed.

“I’m sorry-” You started, but he interrupted you before you could finish.

“Don’t ever apologize fer somethin’ like that.” His face melted with a dopey grin, and you couldn’t help the butterflies that kicked up a stir in your chest.

You smiled a little in return, sheepish.

“Hey, guys? You okay?”

The sudden voice from the shore had you jumping from your skin. You shoved yourself away from Kita, creating immediate distance.

Akagi and Aran stood at the edge, squinting into the low sunset and semi-darkness, looking for the pair of you.

“We’re okay! Y/n fell in.” Kita’s voice was hoarse. “Head back to camp, we’ll be there soon.”

Even you could hear Akagi scoff as he followed instructions, heading back to the glowing orange campfire that flickered just beyond the crest of the hill beyond the shore.

If you weren’t red before, you were now.

Kita turned to look at you, but you couldn’t let yourself linger on the dewy expression that had clouded his appearance. Your night had been interrupted, and morning came all too quickly with the beginning of the reality you’d tried so hard to avoid.

“Shit,” you hissed, swimming to shore as quickly as you could and, almost reluctantly, Kita followed suit.

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[hynko]

STARRING : multiple haikyuu characters - hinata, kageyama, tsukkishima, kuroo, kenma, lev, oikawa, iwaizumi, kunimi, koganegawa, futakuchi, bokuto, akaashi, konoha, ushijima, tendou, semi, shirabu, goshiki, terushima, sakusa, komori, kita, aran, tsumu & samu, suna

GENRE : drama / rom-com / angst. smau and writing combined

TAGLIST : cmnt if u want 2 b added <3

Status: ongoing & active

TWS: suggestive, minor depictions of violence, possible smut?? comedic but ANGSSSTTTT. implies sensitive topics, which will be indicated on the story tws.

synopsis. y/n is a rising star and a global phenomenon, loved and admired by millions. However, fame comes with a price. As many looked down upon and envied her, wishing for her downfall, y/n’s flourishing career was taken aback as a rival starts a scandal. Shocking many fans, leaving them worried, confused and disappointed. Distressed, she comes back to the one place which made her happy. But soon she discovers there may be more to unravel in her life, secrets that risks people lives, including hers. What lengths will she take to save her career?

au note: been awhile since i’ve written 😭 but this is obv inspired by The Idol. all haikyuu characters belong to furudate.

ೃ⁀➷ CHAPTER LISTS !

00 : PROFILES

01 : ROLLING STONE

02 : ROLE MODEL

03 : DREAMS, FAIRYTAILS, FANTASIES

04 : THE PRICE OF FAME

05 : EGOMANIAC

06 : MERCEDES

07 : REHAB

08 : ADDICTIONS

hynko est 2021-2023 do not repost, translate or copy.

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[moonswolfie]

the way i sCREAMED

I slapped my poor bed full force😭

I'm not sure how to get them tho, which is a sad moment

You can see their chibi forms in game tho through little icons and playing the event and they're so CUTE AHSJKADGAHD

#˗ˏˋ ★ ꕤ 「Wolfie’s posts」 ꕤ ★ ˎˊ˗ #this is the last non-fic post i swear😭 #things have just kinda been hectic because of the school year starting #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #inarizaki #haikyuu!!: touch the dream #osamu miya #miya osamu #miya atsumu #kita shinsuke #kita haikyuu #suna rintarou #suna rintarō #miya twins #atsumu miya

[satorisoup]

#HAIKYUU AS RANDOM TEXTS (MULTIPLE CHARACTER)

#A/N : i have writers block so here take this.

#WARNINGS : cursing.

all photos found on pinterest! (characters are gray)

IWAIZUMI. semi.

KENMA. kunimi.

KUROO. suna.

BOKUTO. lev.

ATSUMU. tanaka. tendou.

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[ninapi]

Glitched

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Premise: Rintarou unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams through an online game and he does his best to find this mysterious girl in the real world and keep her for good.

Word Count: 3289

Note: Hello, my beautiful dumplings. Welcome to my Suna miniseries, huhuhu. This will be a short story (4 chapters lol sorry, that’s my definition of short 🙃 sometimes I wonder how people write complete stories under 800 words, I just cant-), while I prepare for my new big series. Some high school drama, no multiple endings or routes just one~ Smooches for all of you.

Warning: Mild spoilers, if you’re up to date with the anime you’ll be just fine.

Chapter 1: Not so bad.

Suna Rintarou was by no means enjoying his second year of high school. Summer weather was definitely not his favorite, always tough on him, but the agony was even worse this year. He was tired, not just physically but mentally, the toll of dealing not only with his own sense of failure but also his teammates who were gravely disappointed of not being able to give their captain the satisfaction of going to the finals and bring victory to their school in his last year on the team.

It hasn’t been long since Inarizaki lost to Karasuno, which meant the practice schedule has increased not only in frequency but also in intensity. Days were very long and every single muscle in Suna’s body hurt. He was really looking forward to the holiday weekend, meaning he would have an extra day to rest.

His classmates were raving about this new online game that had recently come out and was very popular. They had plans to play together during the weekend and advance into one of the heaviest of dungeons before classes resumed, but their plan came to a sudden stop, the twins were being dragged by their mother into a family wedding across the country and they wouldn’t be able to join the team.

The boys were devastated, whining men heard all over the class. They were really counting on the Miya power to beat the hell out of the dungeon boss, help was needed desperately.

¨Hey Suna, I know you said you didn’t like the gameplay you watched the other day but can you please join our team? Without Osamu in our side we are doomed.¨ Suna heaved a deep sigh, collapsing on top of his desk. ¨Am I your last option? Can’t you find someone who really wants to play this? I’m so tired, I was planning on staying in bed all weekend.¨ Osamu pulled him back up, giving him a stern look, ¨Come on, help your mates. I wish I could stay and beat them up but there’s nothing we can do about it, it’s just for this weekend, we’ll be back for the next and continue where you left off.¨ he really didn’t want to do this, but if he didn’t agree to it they wouldn’t shut up until he did, ¨Fine, text me the link. I’ll be there after dinner.¨ the boys were smothering him with hugs and trying to kiss off his face in joy, making him grimace as he shook them all off and went back to sleep on his very comfy desk. The thought of finally resting this weekend turning into nothing but a sad memory.

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The guys added him to a group chat and everything was ready for the first quest. 

His sister tied his hair up at the front in a tiny ponytail so he would look like some of those cute game-streamers she watches, not caring if her brother needed it or not with his hairstyle. He was beyond annoyed with life in general, why do people not leave him alone, even his sister was now conspiring to destroy his peaceful long holiday weekend, ¨Curse those damn twins. It’s all their fault.¨ he was grumbling under his breath while putting his headset on and going in the game to create his character.

¨Alright guys, let’s go level up first, stay in this area and let’s meet up at the bottom of the hill when you reach level 20, then we’ll move in to the forest.¨ they all hummed in acknowledgement, breaking the group. Suna went off to chase some slimes and smaller monsters, hating his life every second of it, the game had a very cute looking art style and it was just not his jam at all. He found it hilarious though that the toughest guys in his class were all hunting cute rabbits and crying over it out loud and in their shared group chat space, so he made sure to screenshot some of those moments, posting them in his account and tagging all his playmates. He had to get something out of this torture, at least he could make fun of them for a while.

His character stopped moving and it turned into a pixel block, ¨Guys, is the game acting up or is it just mine?¨ he could only hear static coming through his headset and some of the guys were posting on the chat that the game kicked them out and they were rebooting their pc, so he just stayed there waiting for the rest to go back in. His character was still a bit glitchy but it was moving now. Then all of the sudden he heard a very loud screech pressed to his left ear, and he was positive that it was not human. ¨Oh my god, sausage! What are you doing to my poor headset? Leave it alone!!¨ saying he was confused was an understatement, all the players in his team were dudes, ¨Ehm, hi?¨ the line went quiet but he wasn’t hearing any more static, just some shuffling on the other side, ¨Who’s this?¨ you were sitting on your chair now, the fluff ball being kicked out of your room for good. ¨Uhm, Rintarou? How about you? Did the guys call you over? I didn’t hear anything about any girl joining our party.¨ Rintarou? What- you were just chatting with your girlfriends when your cat jumped on you and stole your headset, there was no Rintarou in that group, ¨I'm (Y/N). Are you Miyuki’s boyfriend?¨ Miyuki? Was there a Miyuki in his class? It was possible, not like he knows everybody but this was all so confusing, ¨Nope, definitely not that Rintarou. So you are not with the guys either? How did you get into the group? The game didn’t say someone new joined the party.¨ 

You were so confused, you could see your actual party on the screen and on the side chat but you couldn’t hear them talk, just this random guy, ¨Did your game get glitchy too? Maybe that’s how you ended up in my party.¨ he moved his character around, looking for you, but he was completely alone in the area, some of the guys still complaining about the game not letting them in through his phone. ¨Well, I mean yes. It did get glitchy but I can still see my girls playing on my screen, could it be just the audio that got crossed over somehow?¨ it was so weird, none of the girls even noticed your absence, you said you were having some troubles with your headset and so they just continued killing monsters, ¨Yeah, I don’t see you around me either, so I guess it’s just the audio getting messy. Hold on, Imma log out and see if that resets us back to normal.¨ you nodded even if he couldn’t see you. ¨Ugh, what the hell. The logout button is gone. How about you, do you see it?¨ you were checking everywhere in your screen, it was definitely not where it usually is, ¨It’s gone for me too. I bet it’s just still glitchy and will go back to normal in a bit, if it’s fine with you, we could just keep playing like this until the game fixes itself?¨ he was already back to killing slimes, way over level 20 by now and his classmates were still gone, ¨Yeah, fine with me.¨ 

Both of you continued doing your thing in complete silence, so much so that Suna forgot you were still there and started mumbling curses quietly, he was being targeted by larger monsters now and was still on his own, he didn’t know much about this game and he was loosing HP fast, ¨What’s wrong?¨ your soft voice startled him, his ears flushing bright red in embarrassment, ¨Sorry, I forgot you were still there. Just being attacked by inferno wolves, don’t know how to kill them, today is my first day playing this.¨ you chuckled quietly, he was kindda cute, those were very easy to kill lesser monsters, ¨Just jump on them and stomp hard.¨ he did as instructed, killing one instantly, ¨Oh wow that was easy, thanks. Are you like a guild master or something?¨ that made you smile, you were right, he was cute. ¨Nothing of the sort, just been playing this for longer. Let me know if you need more help, I know my fair share of tricks.¨ 

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He was about to just ‘x’ out the game since the logout button was still gone, it was 9:30 and none of the guys were able to log back in, the game refusing to accept them, it was a waste of time, he didn’t even want to play this ridiculous game, the happy tune coming out of it was driving him insane at this point, that was until he heard your quiet giggles, it made him curious. They started soft, he almost thought he’d imagined it, but they grew louder each second and without realizing it, he was smiling, ¨What is it?¨ he wasn’t going to say anything but he just needed to know what was causing the cute fit of giggles on the other side, or he wasn’t going to be able to sleep in peace. ¨You heard that? Oh no, so embarrassing. Sorry, my cat, he is crazy you see. Earlier he was chewing on my headset so I kicked him out, but he got out of the house and got back into my room climbing all the way to the window, he’s like a ninja! And was nuzzling my tummy just now, I’m very ticklish.¨ was it normal for such a story to be this cute? Since when does he find cat ninjas cute? Why does he feel the need to tickle an unknown woman-

¨Was that sausage?¨ he chuckled evilly, wanting to continue the conversation, ¨Oh GOD, you heard that too? This game is like boycotting my life, I’m telling you. But yes, that’s sausage. He’s very heavy and of a brownish tone so he kindda looks like one, that’s why we named him that.¨ it’s not like he was interested in cats, but this was way better than killing blue pixel blobs, ¨It’s kay, I find names like that fun, I really don’t like when people name their pets, I don’t know Steve or something,¨ that caused you to laugh loud and clear, getting stabbed by a monster in the process, which made you just laugh even more, ¨Steve? What? Who would name their cat Steve?¨ you let your character bleed to death and were now hugging one of your pillows while sipping on some juice you had left, getting comfy on your chair. ¨Believe it or not, I’ve seen things, specially since I got in my current school volleyball team, there you see crazy, crazy stuff.¨ so he played volleyball…you’re nowhere near athletic but damn, he sounded like an interesting individual. The night was nothing like what you expected it to be, it was getting better every second.

Time surely flies when you’re actually having fun. He got some fruit jelly out and was chewing on it while speaking, needing some extra sugar to stay awake longer, ¨Are you eating fruit jelly?¨ he sits up right away, making sure his cam was actually off, ¨How do you know? Is this game livestreaming now or-?¨ you wished, ¨Hahaha no, it’s just that they make this sound, you know what I mean? Like when you suck the jelly out? I know I’m weird, I’m so sorry.¨ was he making sucking sounds just now? Why was he blushing? He didn’t know his favorite snack made suggestive sounds, well, that was embarrassing, he didn’t do that on purpose, ¨Ugh, well yeah you got me there, I’m eating fruit jelly. But I don’t think you’re that weird. Just a bit.¨ now you were the one blushing, it was fun talking to him, you've been talking about everything and nothing in particular at the same time for the last couple of hours and it was nearly midnight now. ¨Hey, is your game still glitchy? My chara is like dead now but still let’s me talk to you, I think there’s something really wrong with this game today.¨ his character was sitting down on a daisy field, enjoying his life as much as his owner, no monsters in sight, but the logout button was still not available, ¨Yeah, well I’m not dead, but things look the same, my mates were also complaining because the game kicked them out and didn’t let them back in.¨ he actually lied to his classmates and told them he was going to bed like twenty minutes ago but he just wasn’t capable of telling you how tired he actually was, ¨Hm, yeah I don’t think it’s going to let us sign out tonight, should we leave it open and just go to bed? It’s getting late and even if there’s no school tomorrow we should probably get going.¨ so you were in school too, your voice sounded right about his age but he didn’t know how to ask without sounding like a creepy old man, ¨Yeah I was thinking of going to bed too but sausage wouldn’t let us go.¨ us, huh? you smiled bashfully, playing with the headset cord, ¨Sausage is like that, I think he likes to hear your voice.¨ oh boy, was he smitten, he didn’t know much about you or what you looked like even but he wanted more of this, whatever that was, ¨Well then that means we gotta keep talking so he can hear it some more, maybe then he won’t eat your headset.¨ he could hear your giggles once more, they were creating a hole in his stomach, pretty sure it was eating itself out at your cuteness, he just wanted to continue hearing them, people never laughs at his comments, this was a first you actually thought he was funny, ¨We should. Do you think if we just don’t close the game it would stay like this? I mean like the audio and all…? Maybe we could talk some more tomorrow.¨ were you asking him on a date? That was a date, definitely. ¨Yeah I can do that, anything for sausage’s sake.¨ you were both grinning at the screen like idiots, not wanting to leave, ¨Then, since it’s the weekend how about we come back in the morning? Oh wait no, here in Miyagi the holidays are important, I gotta go to the shrine early, but how about after lunch?¨ he was so tired that even getting up by lunch time seemed like a task, but he would gladly lose sleep for this, ¨Yup, can do. See you tomorrow, sausage girl.¨ both of you left the pc on and went to bed, the smile on both of your faces causing your cheeks to hurt. 

He was cute, you’ve never had so much fun talking with a guy before, it all felt so natural like if you were talking with your best friend, like if you’ve known him since forever. You wondered if asking for his number would be too bold, he was funny and you just wanted to talk to him some more, maybe even meet him one day. Just thinking about it was making you feel giddy, your legs kicking on your bed as you squealed against your pillow, trying your best to quiet down your excitement and not wake your mother up.

Suna was on his bed thinking the very same thing, would it be weird to ask for your number? You were complete strangers, but that’s how people make friends, right? Not weird at all. He rarely had intentions of talking with any girl but talking to you tonight has been the highlight of his year and he wasn’t exaggerating. He didn’t even know he could laugh this much, Suna just couldn’t wait anymore, he was sure he wanted this to continue and with new resolution, he went to sleep, hoping noon would come fast, so he could ask for your number and maybe, hopefully, get to see you even if it was just through his phone, he just needed to put a face to this bubbly feeling inside his chest.

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When he woke up the following morning he noticed his pc was off, this causing him to go into panic mode, what happened? He made sure it would stay on all night-

¨MOOOOM, why is my pc off? Did you touch it?¨ he was pissed, anything but that, not the pc. ¨What? No I didn’t. I think we lost power for a bit earlier, your dad was trying to fix the oven and was messing with the power box.¨ that explains it but it wasn’t less aggravating, would he even be able to go in the game again or would he be kicked out like his mates.

He turned it back on as fast as he could, going in the game, but luck wasn’t on his side, two of his classmates were already in leveling up on his screen. He grabbed his headset and literally screamed on the mic, ¨(Y/N), please tell me you are there.¨ but he could hear very manly snorts on the other side, crushing his heart ¨Who’s (Y/N)? Your girlfriend, Suna?¨ he just couldn’t deal with them right now. He rebooted his pc in hopes of getting the line back up to yours, but when he did, he saw a notification pop up on his screen, ¨We apologize for all the troubles caused last night, as an apology, we’ve sent 100 diamonds and 2 HP refills into your inbox.¨ 

No, this couldn’t be happening. They fixed it overnight. He hadn’t ask you for your number yet, that’s what he was going to do as soon as he heard your beautiful voice.

You were fixing your make up, silly thing to do since he couldn’t even see you, but it was definitely a date. You got your headset on with a bright smile on your face as you saw your screen moving, the game still playing on the background, ¨Morning, Mr. Sausage. Got a nice sleep?¨ your friends were beyond shocked, ¨Mr.Sausage? (Y/N) are you talking to your cat again? I think you need to go out some more.¨ Miyuki? No, no, no, no, why??? Where was he? What happened? You didn’t turn the game off, he should still be there! ¨Yeah…did they fix the game? I can hear you guys just fine now.¨ you were seriously hoping he was just late and would jump in the conversation any second now, ¨Mhm, they gave us some dias, check your inbox. You can buy the sword you wanted with that!¨ Stupid sword, you didn’t want it anymore, not if that meant not being able to talk to him again. ¨Sorry guys, I…I’m login out for the day.¨ without another word you just closed your laptop and collapsed face first onto your bed, life sucked.

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Tuesday couldn’t come faster for Suna, he just ran over to the class next door almost clashing with the wall, ¨ATSUMU! I need your help.¨ the eldest twin glared at him with intensity, couldn’t he see what time was it? Why would someone ask for a favor so early in the morning ? He was barely awake after getting up at four to jog. ¨Tell me later, maybe during lunch break when I can actually listen to you.¨

He threw his bag on the floor and went over to the tired setter, shaking him lightly, ¨Please, only you can help me.¨ what could be this important? He looked over at the middle blocker giving him a dirty angry look, but he was sporting a not so fashionable pair of bags under his eyes, even his skin tone was a bit off, was he not supposed to rest for three days? This made him reconsider his actions, ¨What is it? Stop shaking me, dammit!¨ he sat down on the chair in front of his desk, serious mode on, ¨You have the phone number of the Karasuno setter right?¨ huh? this was definitely not worth the while, he went back to sleep on his desk, ¨Atsumu please! I need you to ask him something, please I’ll beg if you want me to.¨ he’s never seen him this desperate, ¨kay, I think I do, yeah he should be on the group chat. What do you need from him?¨ he was pulling out his phone, ready to rely the message and hopefully go back to sleep, ¨Can you ask him if he knows a girl named (Y/N)¨ a girl? This was unexpectedly interesting. ¨(Y/N) what? Is she from Karasuno?¨ he was punching the message out, waiting on the details, ¨Well I don’t know, all I know is her first name and that she lives in Miyagi, she goes to school there and is possibly around our age.¨ Atsumu couldn’t believe what he was hearing, talk about dumb teammates, ¨You do know Miyagi is a prefecture, right? Not a city. How many schools are there even in Miyagi? Why would Tobio-kun know her? You are being stupid, Suna.¨ he was deleting the message, shaking his head, ¨No, no, please just ask him. I know he probably won’t know her but is my only chance, please. I won’t bother you again if he says he doesn’t know…¨ the setter sighed, sending the ambiguous message out, this was really silly, but he could see how desperate his friend was, and he just wouldn’t let him sleep ever if he didn’t comply. 

To their surprise, Kageyama replied almost immediately, ¨I don’t, but I’ll ask around.¨ Atsumu showed him his screen and the small smile that painted his features left the setter breathless, so he can smile-

¨Thanks, please let me know if he says anything else.¨ he would find you, no matter what.

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Tagged babes: @dazaisfavgf

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