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neoheros · 2 years

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MSBY STAR SETTER, ATSUMU MIYA, SPOTTED ON A DATE WITH A FAN — click here to read more!

"other fans are quick to notice that the person atsumu miya was seen holding hands with (and scandalously kissing, see page 12!) as they walked down the streets of shibuya is someone frequently spotted in the crowds of their games, interviews, and other meet and greets."

"okay, firstly," atsumu narrows his eyes, "that is a horrible picture of us."

he feels a migraine coming on as he stares more and more at the stupid article, the urge to roll his eyes coming around every few minutes as he keeps on scrolling to read more of it.

"and second," he scoffs, "scandalous? they called that kiss scandalous? i barely even kissed you - are these people twelve?"

you sit across from him on the kitchen table, smiling lightly as you nurse your cup of coffee.

it's certainly been an eventful morning already, completely ignoring the fact that it is only ten am, and yet everyone you know has already called and texted you at least twice to inform you about the "scandalous" article currently trending on twitter.

"god, these people are insane." atsumu groans, his eyebrows furrowing together in tightly knit frustration.

"we just got called scandalous for holding hands." he scoffs, loud and clear, a stark defeated look on his face, "imagine if they saw us kissing - and not that pathetic ass kiss they keep talking about, because i barely kissed you in that picture."

'that picture' he keeps mentioning, it's one of the few things in the stupid article that you actually ended up liking.

it was a cute picture.

atsumu was holding your hand, his jacket on you and in return, your backpack on him. he had pulled his mask down to his chin, a stupid grin taking up most of his face, and with his free hand, he had you face cupped closely as he kisses you.

it isn't a deep kiss - thank god for that - but it was one that the two of you loved to give each other anyways.

"you're famous now," you smile, shrugging lightly as you take a sip of your coffee, "it's the price you pay."

atsumu groans, "the price i pay for playing volleyball is never getting an ounce of privacy again?"

and you nod, the same smile on your face, "we always did say we prefer staying in bed."

atsumu isn't stupid.

he knows this "fame" his career is bringing him is more or less a good thing. he's so excitedly grateful for all of it - the fans, the autographs, and sometimes, when they're not weirdly stalking him when he's with you, he appreciates the handful of paparazzi too.

but, all he ever wanted to do was play volleyball.

the fame thing just so happened to be a part of it.

"i don’t want to be famous." atsumu tells you.

"i'm afraid if you show people a very attractive man playing a sport that requires him to be in shorts, they're going to make that man famous." you muse, and he is very glad that at least one of you is relaxed about this.

he looks at you, placing a hand on his chest as he fakes a deep frown, "you mean to tell me that all they care about is my looks?"

and you say, mirroring the way he stares, "didn't i tell you that that's also why i married you?"

atsumu laughs, and suddenly, his phone is plopped down on the table, leaving it (and the article) behind as he gets up from his seat to walk over to you.

his hair is still a bedhead mess, but coincidentally, it matches the rest of his outfit perfectly.

as he walks to you, he certainly does make an old pair of boxer shorts and a ratty, gray sweatshirt look like they belong on the new issue of a GQ magazine.

if only the paparazzi could see him now.

"you only married me for my looks?" he repeats what you said, his hand still over his heart as he fakes a hurt expression.

you look at him, eyes crinkling, "what else was there to marry you for?"

and atsumu scoffs, standing in front of you, taking hold of your free hand and pulling you up to your feet.

he tilts his head, "uhm, hello? my awesome personality? my kickass talent? my amazing hair?"

"you're so humble too, don't forget to add that," you tease, and like instinct - more of a habit, really - your arms link together on the back of his neck, easily matching the way his arms cradle your waist.

and it's just a second.

just one second of forgetting about this mess of a morning, just one second of forgetting about that stupid article or the fact that the two of you may never go out in public again without being stalked.

it's just one second for the two of you.

"i'm sorry you got dragged into this." atsumu tells you, and he looks at you the way he always does, so much stars in his eyes.

you smile, eyes crinkling, "well, apparently, i'm your biggest fan."

and atsumu groans again, his eyes rolling in annoyance as he's suddenly reminded of that annoying headline.

"miya-san, can i please get an autograph?" you tease, pitching your voice a little higher as you laugh.

and honestly, you expected atsumu to have a good comeback to that — probably something about you being called his "fan", or worse; something about his stans on the internet treating him way nicer than you do now.

but he doesn’t say any of that.

all he does is smile — like all you could ever do is make him laugh — and after that, he doesn't waste another second, he brings his head down to you, and as you’re laughing, he kisses you.

eyes closed and all, he kisses you, and it's nothing like that weakass kiss the paparazzi took a photo of — this one is entirely different.

it's slow, but he's not dragging it out, his eyes are shut but the edges crinkle together as he smiles against your lips, and each move of his hands are only made to pull you closer.

you pull away, "ok — that was definitely way nicer than an autograph."

"hm, i wish they'd gotten a picture of that." atsumu says back, the frown on his face easily replaced by a proud smile.

and you tease, "it’s so scandalous."

and he tells you, with the same tone as the one in your voice, "we’ll show them how scandalous we can get."

atsumu’s decided — no matter how tempting this whole ‘fame’ thing is — he’d trade it all away just to be able to kiss you again like that in public.

you bring your hands away from his neck, this time placing them on his chest, and you look up at him, "what're you gonna do about the article?"

and he tells you, honestly, "i have no idea."

"meian said it'll probably blow over in a week but," he shakes his head in annoyance.

and you finish his sentence for him, "but we're probably never gonna be able to hang out outside again."

"i could always," and he pauses, shrugging lightly as he shoots you a look, "i don't know, i guess, i — we — we could always —"

and he doesn't know how to finish what he wants to say, but you know what he means anyways.

there’s a reason why everyone on the internet still thinks of you as a "fan", and that’s because, you and atsumu both knew how complicated it would be once he’s signed by a major company, and it isn’t just his name thrown in the mix.

so technically, to the crowd, atsumu miya, star setter of the MSBY JACKALS, is a bachelor – but to you, his team, and everyone who personally knows the both of you — he is, and always will be, your husband.

and for the longest time, for atsumu, that meant having to sneak around just to meet you in cafés, his wedding ring hidden in a band under his shirt, and always keeping at least six feet apart in official photos.

you tilt your head, "are you sure?"

and atsumu looks at you, "i've always wanted everyone to know."

(you know that.)

"i just never made them disclose it ‘cause it will complicate your life too."

(you know that too.)

"you get that right?" atsumu takes a step back.

he tells you, "your name, your information - they’ll all eventually find that out - you won't just be the 'sexy, cool, and mysterious atsumu miya fan' anymore."

you can tell that he’s been thinking about this a lot, and honestly, everything he’s telling you now does make you a little bit nervous.

and you like the way your life is right now, but you certainly don’t appreciate getting stalked by people with cameras while you’re on a date.

he refuses to look at you, so you put your hand on his face, gently making him see you.

"as much as i love being the 'sexy, cool, and mysterious atsumu miya fan', i think i'll like it more if the world knew that we're actually married." you roll your eyes, and your shoulders rise with a laugh as atsumu chortles.

his eyebrows furrow.

so you grin, "and honestly, i think it’s time they know that in reality, you are my 'cool and mysterious fan'."

he tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly as he teases, "you forgot to add sexy."

and you smile, teasing and all, "did i?"

needless to say, numerous calls will be made that day — one of them being the very awkward phone call to his coach and publicist regarding something about "clearing things up" involving you, and a wedding ring.

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skellebonez · 2 years

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*slams into your inbox* hiiii skelle sooo for the ask meme how about

13 (detective au) and 67 (character in peril) for shadowpeach

AND/OR

25 (fairy tale au) and 84 (married to the job) for shadowcoding?

you dont have to do both prompts if you dont want, thers just so many good ones i couldnt decide!! if you dont want, then just pick your favourite ^^ in curious to hear any/all ideas u have! have a nice day ♡

HEY SO THIS GOT... LONG.

Like ridiculously long. You sure know how to pick prompts that spark my brain in some way! I had to do both, I just had to. They're both under the cut so I don't completely drown the dashboard or ship tags, and the start of each is the larger blue line so if anyone reading this is only interested in one you know where to start and stop!

13 (detective au) and 67 (character in peril) for Shadowpeach

I do enjoy the occasional Private Detective AUs, specifically the kind of lone wolf “gonna do everything myself vigilante style” kind so I think this would be that kind of AU. The focus would be ShadowPeach but I like the idea of the private detectives in question being MK and Mei because they are best friends and partners in helping people out! So… both SWK and Macaque are famously missing, their many battles long after the Journey ended becoming legend until one final confrontation made them both vanish.

Until Macaque shows up at MK and Mei’s private detective business in disguise out of the blue one day, asking them to find an “old friend” (we know who) of his that’s been missing for “so many years he’s lost count”. Despite their suspicions about his intentions they take on the job because they haven’t had a high paying client in a long time and for some reason he’s paying them half in advance (well above their normal pay rate for a finished job)... so they think that even if they don’t this “old friend” they might figure out what is up with this guy and be able to get the full story and tip off the friend if he vanished for good reason.

As their investigation goes on they learn that something really weird has been going on and there is a string of disappearances in their city every 20 years where someone vanished under mysterious circumstances and a family member or family friend always comes to look for them and deal with their affairs… before that person vanishes and the cycle continues. It’s actually incredibly concerning that no one caught on to this before they did. And they eventually come to find the final person in the chain and it’s someone they’re far too close to and know personally, it cannot be a coincidence.

More investigation, they learn the person Macaque claims to be doesn’t exist, they confront him, and he finally reveals himself for who he actually is and the real reason he came back. An old enemy is returning and he cannot fight her on his own and he needs SWK to fight with him or else she might erase the memory of him from the world.

And then MK’s adoptive father would show up and who would it be? … yeah, it’s the final person who would have taken over the role of the disappeared, it’s SWK in disguise.

In this AU Sun Wukong has been taking on different “lives” and hiding out among the humans instead of SWK just vanishing to Flower Fruit Mountain and Mac doing… whatever it was he did. Every fight Macaque had with him (and it was a lot) over the centuries ended in him getting his ass kicked until around… I’ll say 5-400 years prior when Macaque just kinda gave up after he finally asked SWK what really happened and he was the one who vanished after that because he realized he wasn’t innocent in their falling out after all (at first he wouldn’t accept this but eventually he would realize SWK was telling the truth and boy did he fuck up claiming his friend just abandoned him and the mountain and everyone else on it).

This would only be half way through the fic, the secondary half would be a series of flashbacks to what happened between them before he left on the Journey interspersed around them finally talking to each other properly and working on how to fight off LBD’s growing power and teaming up with other LMK villains early to keep her from getting to them (they’re all characters in peril at this point). The entire time Macaque would be acknowledging what he did wrong and saying he doesn’t expect anything more than SWK to help defeat LBD because he’s “the hero, and don’t heroes do the right thing?”, meanwhile SWK knows he is not telling the whole truth. LBD should have been weak enough for Macaque to take down alone, why hasn’t he done that? And WHY has he only been using glamours and none of his other powers?

The ultimate climax of the story would be the revelation that most of Macaque’s powers were stolen by Not Mayor in a trap he had set for him when he tried to take out LBD himself, that’s why he needed to find SWK and that’s why he’s not been using them. He would end up nearly being killed in the final battle before LBD and Mayor are finally defeated and his powers are returned to him.

He ends up leaving, vanishing again, and SWK would set off to find him because they have “unresolved business”. MK would ask if this is like all the other times, the disappearances, and he would assure him that that part of his life is over and he’s coming back.

Fast forward to an epilogue chapter where he finds him on Mount Huaguo and they end up watching the moon set and the sun rise together and SWK turns to him and says hes changed a lot. He’s not the same Six-Eared Macaque he left behind despite his wishes to return. Macaque would tell him that he’s not the same Suun Wukong either. They’re both different people now.

And Sun Wukong would say “well, in that case…” and offer him a handshake. “I’m Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Handsome Monkey King, you’ve heard the legends I bet. Who are you?”

And it would end with Macaque taking his hand and answering with his own name, both agreeing they should get to know each other.

25 (fairy tale au) and 84 (married to the job) for Shadowcoding

OH MY GOSH THIS ONE.

Ok, so, I know a lot of fairy tale AUs are based on existing ones and that is the entire gimmick for the fics HOWEVER. I also love fics and stories that create their own original stories with fairy tale vibes and elements and that’s kind of what I am going for here.

Syntax would be the royal scientist for Spider Queen, a very powerful and feared ruler in this AU. Because I believe she is based on the Spider Sisters in JTTW she took the throne at a young age after her sisters were killed in a battle. Her sisters were the main defense of their kingdom, only a small army to back them up as they thought they were unstopable, and now SQ with Huntsman and Goliath as her royal advisors and right hand men, have been the only real offense and defense for a long time. Syntax would be a regular human she had brought in from their kingdom at some point after finding him traveling between kingdoms.

Spider Queen would ask him to modify her venom and tech (someone had to build her mechs before he showed up and it had to be her so she has ben making mechanical defenses for the kingdom) so that she could turn her subjects into spiders, thus increasing their number and making it so they are able to protect themselves should anyone attack the kingdom. In compensation he would have all the accommodations he so desired in the palace.

Much like in the show Syntax would be able to build the tech but fail at modifying the venom, working night after night working to exhaustion until a mysterious girl comes to the kingdom. She offers SQ what she needs to perfect the venom but the queen is skeptical, insisting that Syntax can do it. The Girl says that she bets that he could not fix the venom within the course of three nights, and if he does not she would. SQ makes a deal with her, and then it is revealed she is LBD and their bet is sealed. Should Syntax fail to make the venom she will modify it to her desires at noon the day after the third night and, as SQ made a deal with her and those cannot be broken in fairy tales, she pushes Syntax to do what he can before she loses their kingdom.

On the first night Syntax is visited by a shadow who whispers to him “go to the garden, hidden deep within the maze is a rare flower. Pluck it, set it in fine wine, and come sun down tomorrow add it to the venom”. He questions who the shadow is, the shadow smiling and telling him that he is someone who does not want LBD to win. He does so, having no other ideas of what to do (and fairy tale logic), and come the next night the venom does not work like it should but it does glow a different color and when testing a small drop on himself out of curiosity it greatly increases his strength and hearing for a short while.

On the second night the shadow returns, telling him to “take the deepest feelings from the queen, added immediately” and add them to the venom. Syntax realizes that he needs Spider Queen to tell him everything about why she wants this venom, confiding in him her worries and causing her to cry. He adds a tear he caught to the venom, the color changing once again. This time, when tested the drop increases his hearing to the point he can feel vibrations in the air and his vision gives him the ability to see ultraviolet color (still needs glasses, now he needs his visor) for a short time.

The third night he waits for the shadow to return, and he does. He tells him to come to a secret cave under the kingdom. There he will find a man encased in bone. Take him from his prison and add a drop of his shadow magic to the venom and it will be finished.

Huntsman and Goliath are skeptical about this, but wenn Syntax shows them what the venom can already do SQ insists they help him find this mysterious man in bone. There, under the kingdom and in the caves, they find Six-Eared Macaque, a legendary demon who was said to have gone missing centuries ago. They take him from his prison, still encased in bone despite their efforts, and while he feels bad about it Syntax takes a single drop of blood from one finger and adds it to the venom.

Before anyone can stop him he tries a full dose on himself and becomes a spider, the venom having worked as the shadow had told him.

When Syntax tells Macaque to show himself, to the confusion of everyone else, the shadow returns and praises him for figuring out who he was. He was captured by LBD long ago, used as a pawn in her schemes and he had been trapped only able to watch the world in this form. His reason for showing himself to Syntax was 3 fold. 1) he wanted LBD to be defeated. 2) He wanted Syntax, this ingenious man, to see if he could save him from the bone. 3) He was genuinely impressed by the man, working so hard for a kingdom that had taken him in.

Syntax knew it was also because he was lonely. He had spent so long alone thinking about what had happened.

LBD comes, as promised, and when she sees Syntax as a spider she attempts to kill him. Fairy tale logic, this is enough to break the deal between her and SQ and that power of a broken deal frees Macaque from the bone and he drives her out of the body that she is inhabiting (the little girl from the show, who we in the fandom call Bai He). LBD is not defeated, but she is driven off for now, and Macaque is offered the palace to rest in and recover before (if) he leaves.

He chooses to stay, leaving to fight LBD and ultimately defeat her with the help of others, because Syntax would help him get used to being in a body again and he is impressed by the man’s wit and tenacity.

The fic ends with the kingdom willingly becoming spiders for SQ, Macaque and Syntax as the Royal Guard and Royal Scientist, and Bai He adopted into the spider family.

Fairy Tale ending!

#fanfic trope mashup #shadowpeach #shadowcoding

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kitastowel-readinglist · 3 years

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sfw reading list

※ series/ SMAUs, hcs, drabbles, one-shots

☁︎ ongoing

☾ completed

✄ discontinued

✦ hcs, drabbles, one-shots

* related

♥︎ fluff and/or comedy

☹︎ angst and/or dark themes

☁︎ | ☹︎ ♥︎ out of everyone else - kuroo tetsurō ; @/snflwrkenma

☁︎ | ☹︎ ♥︎ the list - various HQ boys ; @/bunniewon

☁︎ | ♥︎ the cats of tokyo - nekoma ; @/a-minion

☁︎ * | ♥︎ ☹︎ the next chapter - various HQ boys ; @/saffron-nova21

☁︎ | ♥︎ hawt hawt photographer - various HQ boys ; @/tsunaaism

☁︎ | ♥︎ lazy ass - kunimi, kenma, suna ; @/kurooisdbest

☾ | ♥︎ ☹︎ we're good (are we?) - miya osamu ; @/bokutoyaoya

☾ | ☹︎ ♥︎ poker face - various HQ boys ; @/frogtanii

☾ | ☹︎ ♥︎ i am your father - sakusa kiyoomi ; @/1plus1kiyoomi

☾ | ♥︎ ☹︎ amor vincit omnia - akaashi keiji ; @/tobiosmilktea

☾ | ☹︎ ♥︎ tiny love - iwaizumi hajime ; @/kuroopaisen

☾ | ♥︎ ☹︎ ace of cups - sakusa kiyoomi ; @/kurooisdbest

☾ | ♥︎ ☹︎ next time - miya osamu ; @/starrysamu

☾ | ☹︎ icarus - oikawa tōru ; @/amjustagirl

　　↳　one　//　two　//　three

☾ | ♥︎ ☹︎ a sea of flowers in bloom ; @/amjustagirl

　　↳　one　//　two　//　three　//　four　//　five　//　six　//　seven　//　eight

✄ * | ☹︎ remember me - suna rintarō ; @/saffron-nova21

〈@/shookyshima〉

✦ | ♥︎ mommy's day off - MSBY　//　pt2 - kageyama, ushijima, akaashi, kuroo

〈@/i-need-entertainment〉

✦ | ♥︎ secret dating - akaashi keiji

〈@/amjustagirl〉

✦ | ♥︎ domestic interludes (wedding ring) - sakusa kiyoomi　//　part 2

✦ | ♥︎ domestic interludes (worst husband) - iwaizumi hajime

✦ | ♥︎ childhood friends to lovers - kita shinsuke

〈@/welcometomybrainstation〉

✦ random crack thoughts - various HQ boys

〈@/rrazor〉

✦ HQ boys as “don’t tell your mom” moments

〈@/inarizahki〉

✦ HQ boys + changing in locker rooms when their manager walks in

〈@/ellewords〉

✦ HQ boys on WGM

oikawa tōru　//　hinata shōyō　//　bokuto + miya twins　//　ushijima wakatoshi　//　kozume kenma　//　kageyama tobio

✦ bts of actors!hq

〈@/cadenceh2o〉

✦ HQ words drabbles

〈@/sunamour〉

✦ | ♥︎ 8.37pm - suna rintarō

✦ | ♥︎ lovedrunk - suna rintarō

✦ | ♥︎ and then forever - suna rintarō

✦ | ♥︎ where do we go from here - suna rintarō

✦ | ☹︎ thin lines - suna rintarō

✦ | ♥︎ back where we belong - suna rintarō

〈@/neoheros〉

✦ | ♥︎ married under 25 series ♡

atsumu　→　serotonin　//　highlighters　//　college trips　//　morning routines　//　favourite miya　//　rainy days　//　lifetime of kisses　//　wedding　//　miya　//　two weeks　//　different schedules　//　first fight　//　hangover　//　cat　//　setter　//　mess　//　coffee　//　balcony　//　buttons　//　parents

kuroo　→　twenty minutes　//　coffee　//　late　//　plans　//　sister　//　marriage

〈@/oikadori〉

✦ | ♥︎ closing your laptop right when they walk in - sakusa, iwaizumi, atsumu

〈@/teesumu〉

✦ | ♥︎ 9.30pm - kuroo tetsurō

〈@/shoyotime〉

✦ | ♥︎ their kids calling you mom - iwaizumi, akaashi, kuroo　//　pt2 - suna, miya osamu, ushijima

※ AO3 works

☾ | ♥︎ making a home - kita x ojiro ; Featherfur

　　↳ ✦ secret night (between ch19 & 20)

✦ | ♥︎ i pretend you’re mine, all the damn time - bokuto x akaashi ; theglitterati

☞ follow the writers if you enjoy their works!!

happy reading (*´꒳`*)

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theasstour · 6 years

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(i’m fully aware there’s a typo. will fix it eventually lmao.)

If you are under the age of 18, please be aware that my fics are not for you. They target adult themes, written by an adult, for adults. This is nothing against you as a person, but these stories will include alcohol, violence, sexual content, etc, in short, themes not ideal for minors to be delving into.

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Ever a Never After. ON-GOING... the story about freya who travels to iceland to meet the father she’s never had any contact with and meets volcanologist!harry who turns her entire world upside down. an au set in reykjavik, iceland.

Bloodsport. the story where Y/N’s sister was murdered three years ago and clues about her murder start popping up everywhere as soon as she goes to uni and meets someone from her past: architect!harry. friends with benefits au set in london, uk.

Strange Tides. the story of Y/N and lightkeeper!harry spending their summer in a fake relationship. fake dating au set in cornwall, uk.

Baby Blue. the story of Y/N being painter!harry’s model for the summer as he works on a major project. enemies to lovers au set in tuscany, italy.

Symphonies of You. the story about Y/N moving away to study music, and the three years that follow. uni au set in london, uk.

A Christmas Carol. the story about a very miserable harry who is visited by the three spirits of christmas, changing his perspectives on his parents, poor customers, love, kindness, Christmas, and Y/N.

Sweet Creature. + Sweet Promise (sequel). the story where harry is about to start his solo career, Y/N has trouble opening up, and they fall in love. + the one where they get married.

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These I Send To You. the one where WWI breaks loose just as postman!harry and Y/N find one another.

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Fading Redemption. the one where Y/N’s a journalist in 1896 and is asked to travel to Transylvania to write an article about Count Dracula, not knowing she is about to be sucked into a very dark part of our world she had no idea existed.

Knowing Me, Knowing You. the one where Y/N lands a role as sophie in Mamma Mia! the Musical on West End, but the bloke who broke her best friend’s heart is gonna be playing sky, her fiance.

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Wayward Travellers. ( ♡ ) Part of the 25 Days of Summer hosted by @always-jackedup

Notes on Love. ( ♡ ) the one where you’re harry’s plus one to the met gala 2019. (collaboration with @always-jackedup)

Love is a MixSextape. ( ♡ ) the one with the book, the sweat, and italy. (collaboration with @hsliveuntour)

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neoheros · 2 years

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you and atsumu are not in a fight.

well, at least, according to him, it’s not a fight, because for it to be a fight, both sides need to be participating in the fighting, and since he claims that he’s not participating in it, it would not make it a fight.

he isn’t fighting with you — “i don’t wanna argue with you!” he says, toothy smile and all — but you are most definitely fighting with him — “must be because you know you’re gonna lose!” you say back, just as in love.

“why do you look like that?” sakusa snaps him out of his thoughts, looking at him briefly before settling back into reality.

atsumu isn’t looking so good. not only did he have to get out of bed an entire hour earlier than he usually does, but he also had to wait in line at this cafe all the way across town for two cups of coffee.

there’s a groan lodged in the back of his throat. he’s already so tired and so sleepy, and he doesn’t even like coffee.

he looks up, stifling a yawn as he shrugs, “i’m as hot as ever, omi.”

and to that, as expected, sakusa rolls his eyes, standing casually near his teammate as he finally notices the two cups of coffee in his hands.

“at least you’re still good for coffee.” sakusa shrugs, reaching out for one of the cups.

atsumu swats his hand away, “not for you.”

( and sakusa feels the need to scoff because don’t friends get each other coffee? and has atsumu miya not been breathing down his neck all year for him to finally admit that they’re best friends forever? )

“ooh, coffee!” shoyo chimes in, his usual smile adorning his face as he runs to where atsumu and sakusa stand, hands grabby for one of the two cups in the former’s grasp.

atsumu swerves away from shoyo’s approach, shaking his head, “not for you either.”

shoyo falls, his shoulders dropping as he’s shot down by atsumu’s gesture, and he looks at sakusa, who — as the same as him — is noticeably more frowney than usual.

it’s not even eight in the morning.

the main doors in the big gymnasium opens, and with it, everyone turns their heads to anticipate who the newcomer is.

atsumu knows who it is — he knew who it would be — in fact, he was counting on it.

“hey!” atsumu runs over to you, his morning slump apparently over the second you walked in those doors.

you don’t usually find yourself in atsumu’s work place so early, you visit from time to time, but never in the mornings since you find them still so scattered and drowsy when you do.

you joked that atsumu works with insomniacs, always up so late and up so early, and atsumu, with a straight face, tells you, “i work with psychos.”

(and he never mentioned a name, but you’re pretty sure he was talking about bokuto and hinata and sakusa.)

this morning, atsumu had asked you to come meet him earlier than you usually do because he had something “super-duper important” to tell you.

and you might’ve been in a fight with him now, but you’ve never been one to stand him up when he’s asked to meet.

atsumu gives you a smile, “i got you coffee.”

( and in the background, for some reason, both sakusa and hinata scoff, shaking their heads in disappointment as they both yell, “boo!” )

“yeah, you can keep your stupid coffee.” you keep a playful smile on your face as you cross your arms over your chest.

"don't say that in front of them." atsumu gapes, covering the coffee as he fakes a hurt expression on his face.

he scoffs, shaking his head, "they're amazing coffee, not stupid, and i had to wait twenty minutes in line for them at that one cafe you love so much."

"i already told you i'm not gonna do all 'this' with you until you reschedule that dinner with your parents." you reply, still not accepting the coffee he persistently tries to hand over to you.

to put it simply — atsumu miya is refusing to have dinner with his parents.

and that’s fine, it wouldn’t bother you at all since it’s his life and his family, but ever since he’s been “strategically” dodging their calls, his mom started calling you — and that’s where you get involved.

the last time they’ve invited you out for dinner, atsumu had made osamu call them and cancel for the two of you, because apparently, you were too sick to go out and atsumu was too busy taking care of you to call them himself.

( “why am i the sick one?” you complained, a yell dying in your throat.

atsumu, smiling and nodding proudly, “cuz i’m too strong and healthy to be sick, they’re never gonna believe that!”

you threw a pillow in his face. )

and now — well — now, you’re not not in fight.

he told you he refuses to fight with you, and you told him you’re never gonna talk to him ever again until he calls his mom to reschedule that dinner.

so basically, you're both at a stalemate.

"all 'this'?" atsumu raises a brow, his smug smile widening as he closes his eyes.

"you mean me showing you my unconditional love?" he scoffs, and once again, he points to the cup in his hand, "with amazing coffee?"

"atsumu miya." there’s a glint in your eye as you smile, "i will not flirt with you in public or in private until you call your mom."

"i'm your husband, it's in our vows to flirt." he shakes his head.

and you smile wider, raising your shoulders slightly as you take the cup of coffee in his hands, "i'm gonna go and ignore you now."

"you're gonna ignore me?" atsumu gapes, his hand dramatically over his chest, "your husband? the love of your life?"

and you give him a kiss on the cheek, turning on your heels and walking away as you take your leave.

atsumu yells after you as he watches you go and walk away, "where in the vows did you include this?"

and to that, you take a sip from the cup he’s been so proud of, and you look back at where he stands, "average coffee!"

and you’re gone again.

as fast as you came by, you’ve left the gymnasium just as quick, and atsumu watches, with a small smile on his face, as you go.

shoyo and sakusa walk over to where atsumu settles, a shared look on both their faces as they stop just behind him.

“y/n left already?” shoyo looks at the door. “i didn’t get to say goodbye … or hi …”

atsumu shrugs, “if it makes you feel any better, i didn’t get to say bye or hi too.”

“you two … in a fight?” sakusa asks, and he may look disinterested, he’s perfected this expression for years, but he won’t deny that he’s a little bit curious.

atsumu looks up at him, his smile swirling in with his scoff, “i do not fight. i’m peace. i am a peaceful person.”

“hm.” sakusa hums, and he does something that he’s never done before.

as atsumu sits, watching the door that you’ve just left through, sakusa puts his hand on his shoulder, a sympathetic pat once or twice, and it’s weird because this is probably the kindest thing he’s done for him all year.

“you should’ve given me the coffee.”

this is gonna be a long morning.

by the time lunch rolls around, atsumu usually calls you the second he gets off the court — not only is this time one of the very few times where your breaks line up, but he’s always liked asking you how your day is going while he eats.

yesterday, you talked about your professor and his new girlfriend, the day before that, he told you about his new coach, and today —

today, he has nothing to talk to you about, because frankly, he’s not even sure if you’d pick up if he’d call.

he hates this — he hates that you’re mad at him, he hates that he can’t talk to you the way he usually does, and he definitely hates that stupid coffee he waited 20 minutes in line for for not giving him the caffeine boost he needs.

"you look upset."

and suddenly, he hates everything a little bit less.

atsumu looks up from the bench, "you’re back."

"i bought you lunch from that one sushi place you love so much," you stand across from him, watching as his smile widens by the second.

your eyes crinkle, "how are we on time?"

and atsumu gives you a wide grin, "we’ve got about an hour until i can ask the coach to give me five more minutes to spend with you."

you hit his shoulder, "you’re flirting."

and he scoffs, "i can’t help it that my words have a natural charm in them."

and you laugh, but you tell him that you’re laughing at him and not with him, and he laughs too, because he’s happy that you’re here where he can hear you laugh.

it’s funny to think that this is how fighting goes between the two of you.

you make him sleep on the couch, and when he wakes up, you’re sleeping next to him, cramped up and smooshed in the tiny sofa.

he’s giving you the silent treatment, and you give him post-its to write his replies down so he can keep “not talking” to you whilst all the while still talking to you.

it’s the pinnacle of fights between your relationship, and atsumu is very happy with that.

"you shouldn't have come." atsumu tells you, but the smile that easily reaches his eyes tells you otherwise.

"you don't want me here?" you put a hand on your hip, eyes as teasing as ever.

he rolls his eyes, "some people say hello, you know, you can even try the 'hello atsumu-kun, you look so nice today!!' thing."

your shoulders rise, "you want me to lie to you the first second i see you?"

and as a response, atsumu puts a hand over his chest, dramatically falling to his knees as if he's been hit by a critical attack.

you put your things down on the ground as you let him wrap his arms around your waist, an easy gesture the two of you have done for way too long for it to feel foreign.

"hi." he smiles, looking at you directly as he embraces you, cheesy and awkward and new, and definitely thanking that everyone else has left the gym for their lunches.

"i don't wanna fight anymore." you tell him, "i‘m tired of smooshing next to you on the couch."

his eyes crinkle, "that's why you don't wanna fight?"

"that's the exact reason why." you nod, laughter lacing your words.

"so," he tilts his head, "then this means i win the fight?"

your shoulders rise, "no. i win the fight."

"but ye’r the one who said ya didn't wanna fight anymore - makes me the winner!" he prides, shaking his head stubbornly as he scoffs.

"you bought me coffee as a peace offering, so you caved first, which means i win!" your tone is just the same as his.

"that doesn't count." he shakes his head, but his sly grin remains easy.

you narrow your eyes, "yes, it does - i win."

and he tells you, happy to have you so close, "i win."

"atsumu miya," you coo, and he smiles wider, "i win."

and he's planned to say something after that — something even more clever or funnier than what you've just said to one-up you — but he doesn't.

instead, he does what he's been dying to do all day, and with easy eyes, he leans into your space, easily closing in the gap as if it was never there in the first place.

he kisses you, and it's nice, because the way his hands are on your waist and your hands are circled around his neck make the two of you feel closer than you really are.

you can feel his smile against your lips, and when he pulls back, the same smile is still there.

atsumu nods, a glint in his eye, "you win."

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there's a boy in your bed.

well, that much is given, seeing as you are married to that said boy in that said bed, but what's different in this particular scenario is that that boy in that bed is — to put in nice terms — aggressively staring at you.

now, you know what this is about - you know why kuroo tetsuro (the boy in your bed) is not-so-subtly pining for your attention - but as much as you want to cave and give him what he wants, you choose to go against it.

you have a test tomorrow: a big, important test that's full of dates and names needing to be memorized, a test that's been haunting you for the past few weeks now — so no.

you will not be giving the boy in your bed any attention tonight.

a pillow is thrown over to the side of your head.

"kuroo tetsuro!" you turn around from your table, "you did not just throw that pillow."

and kuroo, with another pillow in hand, yells back, "come to bed already!"

he is a twelve year old boy on a roadtrip constantly asking the driver of the car - which happens to be you in this situation - the annoying loop of words over and over again of "are we there yet?".

"no!" you yell back at him, "i don't go to bed with losers!"

and apparently, you're just as immature and childish as he is.

there's another pillow thrown at your head.

now, if this was any other night, if tomorrow hadn't been test day, maybe, just maybe, you would've left all common sense and retaliated, giving kuroo exactly what he wants by sparing him attention, but no - you are calm, you are responsible, you are holding out, and you are -

another pillow hits your head.

- so going to kill him.

you stand up from your desk, leaving behind the opened book that you're supposed to be paying attention to tonight, and slowly, with a quiet expression on your face, you walk over to the foot of the bed.

your college apartment is small, only enough for two married students in their early twenties to afford, but you didn't expect it to be this cramped when your husband's aim from the bed hits you perfectly on the head three consecutive times whilst you're all the way across the room.

either you're living in a tighter flat than you realized or kuroo's years of athleticism never fails to betray him.

you look at the boy in your bed, his back leaning against the headboard in a comfortable position as he slightly raises his head to look back at you.

his smile as teasing as always.

"i have a test tomorrow." you smile, your voice calm and timid as you stand over him.

kuroo nods, "i know."

"it's a really big test." you tell him again, same smile and all.

he gives you the same reply, "i know."

"you know." you smile wider, traces of laughter lining your words as you sit slowly next to him.

you are the only person in the entire world with the privilege of getting to be with kuroo at night - and you don't even mean that in any salacious or scandalous way - because kuroo tetsuro, preparing to go to sleep? is truly a tempting sight on it's own.

he's very clean. with the smell of aftershave slightly lingering from his face, hair swept back neatly that it barely counts as a fringe anymore, and one of his old shirts from high school that hangs off of his frame more than it should, how could anyone say no to sleeping next to him?

"it's nine in the evening." you tell him, calm.

and kuroo looks at you, his smile the same, "i know that too."

"so, to lay out all the information: you know i have a test tomorrow, you know it's a very big test, and you also know it's nine in the evening, which basically means i have more or less three hours to get all this studying down by then if i want to have a good night's sleep and graduate college."

you choose to ignore the amused glint in your husband's eye as you talk, remaining calm and collected as you sit on the soft bed.

"yes." kuroo nods, "that's about right."

you laugh, and you move over closer to him, and he moves closer to you, his smile teasing, but really, everything about him is, and with the close proximity the two of you find yourselves in, it's very hard for you to ignore just how good he smells right now.

"tetsuro." you call.

and he smiles wider, "hm?"

"throw another pillow at me while i'm sitting on that desk and i swear, you will not be sleeping with, next, or close to me for the next week."

his smile doesn't waver, and neither of you are really pulling away from the closeness you created, so it's just the two of you, sitting in bed, noses almost touching.

kuroo's smile is less teasing, "i miss you."

"you threw three pillows at me." you remind him.

and he laughs, "i threw four but the other one missed."

it's already hard enough to deny kuroo in a usually day-to-day basis, so in moments like this, when he's so close to you and he smells so nice and he's telling you all the things he's saying, how can you resist?

"i have to study." you say again, and it feels like you're trying to convince yourself more than actually telling him.

"i know." he tells you, and apparently, that’s all he’s been saying tonight.

you have a reply in mind, something along the lines of “if you say that one more time i’m dumping you” or “you’re not as funny as you think”, but whatever it was, it quickly dies in your throat as kuroo leans forward.

the closeness is gone, and so is the space between the two of you.

kuroo’s always liked kissing you, it’s his favorite thing to do if he’s asked.

something about being so close to you and smelling you or just having to feel you and your lips and your face and your nose, or the way you sometimes smile into it that it also makes him smile, and you’re both all smiley and it gets hard to keep kissing.

it’s his favorite.

even now, when he kisses you — as he kisses you — all he can think about is how much he likes kissing you.

he kisses you slow and deep, like he’s been waiting all night to do this, and he pulls back, with the same smile never leaving his face.

"i know you have to study." he smiles, and he tells you, "i just wanted a kiss."

“but don’t study so much that you develop a really weird brain where you practically know everything there is, okay?” he quickly follows after that, his amused demeanor back in the air as if it’s never left, and you smile, gently shoving him back.

he grins, “we have dinner reservations on friday.”

you get up from your seat on the bed, rolling your eyes as you wave him off, “yes, i promise i won’t get really smart so we don’t miss our dinner reservations.”

and he laughs, the way he always does, and he watches you as you make your way back to your desk.

and that would’ve been the end of it: you, back in your seat, giving your attention back to the open book you’ve abandoned, and him, finally getting the sleep he’s been craving all day.

but kuroo is kuroo, and if there’s one thing he can’t do; it’s definitely sleep without you.

“how was your day today by the way?” he asks, and the boy in your bed is no longer in your bed.

kuroo now stands next to you, hovering slightly as he watches you read along the pages of your textbook.

you want to ask why he got out of bed but that would spark up a conversation, and you have no time for that right now.

“hm,” you don’t look up from your book, “it was fine.”

“oh.” kuroo nods, “okay - good.”

he watches as you keep your focus as you study, a little proud that you’re so adamant for that test tomorrow and if he’s willing to admit it, a little not-so-proud that he actually got the “it was fine” response.

after all, kuroo’s always asked you about how your day goes and he’s never — ever — gotten that much of a dismissive response.

it’s weird. it feels … weird.

“i’ll leave ya to this then.” he smiles one last time, and he takes a step back, retreating to the cold bed without you.

"tetsuro." you call to him.

"yeah?"

and you look at him, “i promise to give you all the details tomorrow.”

“oh, thank god.” kuroo puts a hand over his chest, “you know what not knowing these things does to me, it keeps me up all night.”

you raise a brow, “not knowing what i did all day keeps you up at night?”

“i thought you were mad at me for bugging you.” he corrects you, his tone in a matter-of-fact way.

he walks back to you, hand still over his chest in a dramatic fashion, “i thought you were finally getting back at me for that one time when we were in high school and i ducked behind you during dodge ball.”

“i wasn’t even in the lineup during that game, you were the one who asked the coach to put me in.” you scoff as you remember, shaking your head disappointedly.

kuroo smiles, “i wanted to play with you.”

you scoff harder, “you pushed me towards the ball.”

“that was me flirting.”

“well, you’re not good at flirting at all.”

“i had a crush on you for the entirety of high school and three years later, we’re married.” he grins, taunting you with a mocking tone, “i think i’m doing something right.”

his face is close to you once more, but you take the initiative to move away this time.

“you’re doing it again.” you shove him away.

and he grins, “doing what?”

“seducing me into coming to bed.” you bite back a smile.

“i can’t help it if i’m naturally seductive.” he taunts harder, bringing his face closer to yours again, completely ignoring how you moved back last time.

“kuroo.” you warn.

and he smiles wider, “is it working?”

he is twelve years old and you are driving the car.

“i have to study.” you smile, shoulders rising as you push him away, “i say for the millionth time tonight.”

and kuroo sighs, but his smile doesn’t waver at all, and he steps back, raising both his hands in the air as a sign of defeat.

for someone as smart as him, you wonder if he specifically gets a kick out of messing with you all the time.

“can i at least let help you?”

“are you actually gonna help or are you gonna keep distracting me?”

and he shakes his head, “i promise to actually help.”

so you sigh, moving slightly to the side, “pull up a chair.”

kuroo beams, happier than he’s supposed to be, keeping the same teasing glint in his eye from before.

he sits next to you, close and all.

“if you so much even try to kiss me, i swear,” you narrow your eyes, “it’s the sofa for you.”

and kuroo grins, “i won’t try to kiss you, i promise.”

but turns out, as much as you can’t resist kuroo, kuroo is way worse at trying to resist you.

( neither of you get any studying done. you pass your test, but that still doesn’t mean that kuroo doesn’t sleep on the couch. )

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sometimes, atsumu finds himself regretting not going to college.

it's only for small, short periods of time though. nothing much to mull over if he's really talking about it, but sometimes, moreso, in this case, right now, he finds himself a little more immersed in the thought than usual.

the decision to not go to college is completely his, no one forced him into it. it's all completely on him.

"and the professor just kept going on and on about how this was such a missed opportunity for a better tagline, and i wanted to say that i agree with him, but sir, your pants are falling down."

it’s a thursday morning, and usually he’d find himself very busy at the gym working on some of the reps his coaches told him to brush up on, but it’s his free day today, and what better way to spend that than visit you at your college?

your arm’s linked with him in a casual manner, like it’s something the two of you have done for forever, and he stops walking only when you stop walking.

"are you listening?" you pause your story to ask, the cup of coffee in your hand easily matching the one in his own.

"hm?" atsumu smiles as he looks at you, "no."

you nudge his side, "i resent that. i'm a very good story-teller."

a second passes in the air.

walking around campus like this, enjoying your free time with each other, it’s just something that you’ve been wishing for a lot lately.

it always feels like you’ve been missing each other so much, and now that he’s finally here, with you, it still feels like something is plotting to happen.

"hey," you stop walking, looking at him briefly as you do, "you still didn't tell me why you're here."

you love his unannounced visits, you love him waiting outside your classroom because he just happens to know your schedule, with your favorite coffee in his hand as he tells you how he wanted to surprise you.

atsumu looks at you, "i wanted to visit."

and you raise a brow, teasing, "because we already don't see each other at all at our house that we share and go home to everyday?"

"yes, exactly." he rolls his eyes, his grin playing free on his lips, "plus my mom called cause she knew i had a free day today and i needed a valid reason to not tell her that samu and i are in a fight."

( osamu asked atsumu to housesit for him the other day and apparently, atsumu never agreed to it, but osamu was under the impression that he was.

long story short; osamu came home to a very messy house and his plants on the brink of dehydration.

they’ve been ignoring each other for days, but osamu still sends you onigiri every sunday with a note “if you share even a bite with tsumu, i’ll know and the onigiri will stop coming.”)

"so instead of telling your mom you can't go to samu's today because the two of you are still in a childish fight that could really easily be resolved by someone saying "sorry", you chose to spend your one free day all week at my college campus."

your tone is questioning, but the laughter rising from your throat breaks your expression.

"yes." atsumu answers straight up, turning to you briefly with a teasing grin, "and i love hearing you talk about your professor and his weird pants."

of course, he was listening.

"hey, miya!"

the reply you had dies in your throat as you’re both interrupted.

your head turning slightly upwards to see who it is that called, and you only really half recognize the girl who approached you two as one of your classmates.

"hey." you give her a polite smile.

and there’s a way atsumu wants to kick his feet at the thought of you being so accustomed to his name.

"i sit behind you in modern literature," the girl smiles nervously as she looks at you, "and i was wondering if i could borrow your notes on it from last week?"

you nod, your eyes crinkling as you reply, "yeah, for sure."

and without even you having to ask, atsumu hands you your backpack, standing in the sidelines as lets you look for those notes.

your classmate takes a good look at the two of you, between the matching cups of coffee in your hands and the fact that he was just holding your things just now, it’s not hard to realize that the two of you may be … involved.

"who’s this?" she asks you, pointing slightly at atsumu as she tries her best to stay polite.

"my hu–"

"boyfriend." atsumu answers, ignoring you as you look at him with narrowing eyes.

what is he up to?

"oh, sorry, did i interrupt you guys?" she asks, her expression falling even further.

"you're fine." atsumu smiles, "we were just walking around."

"i don't think i know you," she tells him, the politeness in her voice evident, "do you go here too?"

"oh, he –"

"yeah!" atsumu cuts you off, his words laced with laughter, "i sit at the very back of the class so that's probably why we don’t know each other."

that wasn’t the response you were expecting him to give.

your classmate looks at him, "oh, you share modern literature with us?"

you finally look up, your smile conniving, "he does."

and atsumu’s eyes crinkle even further as he nods, "i do."

you hand her the notes you’ve finally gotten out of your bag, one that she’s more than happy to take with a vigorous amount of "thank you"s.

"i'm sorry, i feel like such a jerk right now for not knowing your name." she looks at atsumu, eyebrows quirking together as apologizes.

oh, this poor girl.

"miya." he tells her, proudly smiling as he does so, "it’s miya atsumu."

"you’re both miya? are you guys related?" she asks, and she kind of feels weird asking that seeing as just a few seconds ago she was absolutely sure that the two of you were dating.

you blink, and you look at atsumu to answer for the both of you.

"no." atsumu answers, and for a second he shoots you an assuring look, "it's uh... just a coincidence."

"yeah," you nod, trying your best not to laugh, "it’s weird, people tease us about it all the time."

atsumu adds, "it’s actually like we’re already married."

and you elbow him lightly in the side as you try not to laugh.

"well hey, since you're in modern literature too then, can i get your notes on it as well?" she asks atsumu, and you’re grateful that she doesn’t say anything about how weird the two of you are being right now.

she shrugs, "i need all the help i can get."

you slightly tilt your head to look at atsumu, biting in your inner cheek to anticipate how he talks himself out of this one.

he doesn't spare a second to give you a reassuring glance, instead, he shakes his head apologizingly, his hand immediately touching the back of his neck as he laughs.

atsumu's smile stays polite, "i would, but i was completely thrown off the entire lesson, i forgot to take my own notes."

you raise a brow.

"i was so distracted the entire class — which is a shame cause it's usually so good, — but when our professor started talking about taglines and how they could be so much better, i wanted to agree with him so bad, but," and he trails off in suspense, a teasing glint in his eye as he looks at your classmate.

atsumu is way too good at this.

thankfully, she gets what he's trying to say, a rise of laughter coming up into her expression as she nods vigorously, "you noticed that too, huh!"

"it was so embarrassing," she shakes her head, "i didn't know where to look."

and atsumu nods slowly, "me too. he needs to get pants that fit him."

she eventually thanks the both of you, apologizing once again for interrupting your walk, and telling you, extremely teasingly that “you two look good together.”

and she’s off.

she runs back to her group of friends with your notes in her hands, and you think about what kind of explanation to give her the next time you share modern literature and your so-called “boyfriend” isn’t there to share it with you.

you and atsumu are back to walking around.

"you stole my professor + pants anecdote." you scoff, your arm linking with him out of instinct.

"i told the story better than you did." atsumu says, his tone convinced.

"now, you're openly lying to me?" you scoff harder, staring him down with narrowing eyes, "you’re a thief and a liar."

the bell rings and everyone around the two of you rushes to their respective classrooms, walking and jogging as their break’s finally came to an end.

some people look annoyed, others not so much, but if atsumu noticed one thing everytime he came to visit you, it’s that everyone — everyone in the campus — has always had an agenda they had to keep up with.

"college is fun." he tells you, smiling as he notices that the more the two of you walk the less people there is around.

you look at him, "yeah, you totally blend in here."

"i do?" he asks you, a smile lacing his tone.

you shrug, "well, you are here all the time."

"i’m not," atsumu scoffs, and he laughs, "i’m here … maybe half the time."

your arm falls from his as the two of you stop linking it together, this time his hand holding onto yours tightly as you let it sway in between the both of you.

"that’s okay," you smile, "i like you here."

"you just want someone to carry your books for ya." atsumu rolls his eyes, and you laugh, because he’s never let you carry your own books ever.

not even back in high school. if miya atsumu was around, everywhere you went, no matter if his arms were already full, you were not carrying your own things.

"don’t think i don’t see how people turn their heads to look at you when you’re here." you nudge his side, sighing dramatically as you fake a frown, "i hate being married to someone hot."

"excuse me?" atsumu practically scoffs as he looks at you, his eyes crinkling as he tease, "and you think i don’t notice all the people who turn their heads to look at you when you visit me?"

the edges of your lip tug upwards, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction.

atsumu stares you down, his toothy grin wide and giddy as he tells you, "i hate being married to someone hot."

"stealing my lines too now, huh, miya?" you roll your eyes, pushing past him to avoid him having to see the relenting smile on your face.

but that doesn’t really work either because he always easily catches up to you anyway.

he’s laughing, "well - miya - what the hell happened to all that ‘what’s mine is yours’ stuff you said in your vows?"

you walk faster.

atsumu takes your hand before you can fully leave him in the dust, laughing as he does so, he watches as you don’t resist into his touch.

he regrets not going to college. but he knows that if he did, he wouldn’t be where he is right now, and he’s pretty sure that he would regret that more.

there’s no one around, and he can’t say how many times he’s thanked the deities for that.

"miya." he says, and it feels weird, because it’s his name but he’s talking to you.

your eyes crinkle lightly as you smile, greatly appreciating his arms right now.

"i have a boyfriend, he’s in class right now so i don’t think he’ll appreciate us being this close." you smile, and atsumu laughs.

he shrugs, "i heard he steals your pants + professor anecdotes."

"yes," you try not to smile so much, "and he’s also always late, has the messiest hand-writing, and falls asleep on top of me."

"okay, now you’re just listing all my amazing quirks."

"you can’t keep falling asleep on top of me, tsumu, my back is so sore."

"i don’t recall ever sleeping on top of you therefore it must not be real."

the apparent november air, the cups of coffee on the ground that you’re both probably gonna end up forgetting — it’s all a bit cheesy.

but as much as atsumu regrets not following through with the whole college deal, he knows he won’t regret it as much as not having had married you.

your face is close to his, "my boyfriend–"

"he sounds amazing, i know." atsumu grins, but his nose touches yours anyways.

there’s no one around.

and so he kisses you.

he kisses you many times, a lot in the interval of one deep kiss, pulling away every time his lips touches yours to tease and peck and have you laughing.

but when he pulls back for the last time, and he just stares at you to stare at you, he kisses you with a lazy smile on his face, but kisses you as deep as he can.

"i hope your boyfriend doesn’t mind i did that."

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atsumu usually never gets calls from you.

it's something he's asked you about before, something he's teased you about too, but when it all came down to it, your explanation was simple - what's the point in calling when everything you need to say can be texted?

of course, he called you silly for thinking that, and you explain to him - in excruciating detail - about the time you had to call your econ teacher to ask about the syllabus and it was just about two minutes of "hey, how are you? i'm so sorry to call like this." and thirty seconds of actually getting an actual answer.

point is: you don't call people. not if you can help it.

so when atsumu's phone rings, not once, not twice, but three actual consecutive times - he had to make sure you didn't misdial him - and it had your name on the screen.

he knew something was up.

"they messed up the batch." and it's your voice immediately coming to him a second after he answers the call.

you sound stressed, and it's only half past noon, so atsumu takes a step away from his team, thanking whomever he can that you called exactly on his lunch break.

he speaks into the phone, "hey, what's wrong? what's going on?"

"the dry cleaners." you tell him, and there's a hint of a groan seeping into your tone, "they messed up our batch and now my glove is missing."

the glove.

it's a stupid thing to be stressing about especially in thirty degree weather, but atsumu knows just how much that thing means to you.

it's the pair of gloves you wore when you took the uni entrance exam, it's what you wore when you and atsumu signed the lease to the small apartment you guys are living in now.

and most importantly, when atsumu first proposed to you - he didn't really have a ring to give - so in honor of putting something on your hand, he took one of your gloves and slipped it on you like it was a ring.

you already lost one of the two a few months back, so now that you might not see the other one too? atsumu understands why you're upset.

he chews on his inner cheek, "okay - where are you?"

and you reply, sighing deeply, "i'm at the library."

you're not one to believe in superstitions, but with the test you have coming up in two hours, you really wish you had your lucky glove right now.

"i'll come get you," atsumu says, his hands already picking up his bag and throwing it over his shoulder.

he's got about an hour until his break is up and your university isn't even ten minutes away, so he's got more than enough time to play hooky with you right now.

you tell him, "no - it's okay - you don't have to."

and atsumu, already ready to go, tells you, with a stupid grin on his face, "yeah, but i have someone here who'd love to see you too."

you called atsumu at 12:02 PM, and not even ten minutes later, he's here - walking into a library full of stressed out college students, still in his jersey, and looking to meet you.

you look up at him the second you hear the doors open, and you're usually very happy to see him - especially when he's in his jersey, hair a bit slicked back, sports bag strapped on his shoulder - but this time, it's not really that that gets you jumping out of your seat.

"hey, look who i found." atsumu gives you a smile, pointing with his thumb to the person next to him.

and you beam - "oh my god, rin!"

and suna gives you a smile that's just as excited as yours, his eyes slightly crinkling as you stand from your seat to let him envelop you in one of his embraces.

you pull back, "what're you doing here?"

"we had playoffs with their team today," atsumu answers, his grin awfully proud, "i would've told you when i got home, but."

and you shake your head understandingly, "i feel like i ruined a surprise."

"nah." suna shakes his head, "you saved me from atsumu dragging me to your house for dinner tonight."

your shoulders rise, and you fake a scoff, "he was gonna take you out on a date? behind my back?"

and suna nods, his smile teasing, "at your house too. can you believe this guy?"

“right,” atsumu rolls his eyes, and he looks at you, “cause i’m definitely cheating on you and i thought that the best date spot for me and him is at our home, which we share, where you will also be at.”

so you scoff, "i never said you were smart."

and suna nods, "you know he never really was."

your shoulders rise as you laugh at that, and suna raises his hand for you to high five, the same humorous glint in his eyes from high school still showing as he laughs with you.

"it's just like high school all over again." atsumu shakes his head at the two of you, and for the first time since they've got there, he takes the seat across from where you used to sit.

suna doesn't sit down, instead he puts a hand on his hip as he grins, "i have a lot of stuff on you from high school, you know."

"rin," atsumu groans, and he glares, "if you don't shut the hell up."

"he had such a big crush on you." suna tells you anyways, his cool demeanor not once faltering, "he'd make us take the long way to school so we'd 'accidentally' bump into you on the way."

(and atsumu's glare crumbles. the pink from his ears cascading to the rest of his face.)

"oh my god, you had a crush on me?" you look at atsumu, your eyes crinkling as you tease, "that is so embarrassing."

and atsumu, rolling his eyes, deadpans, "we are literally married."

to which you repeat, "sooooo embarrassing."

suna snorts, and atsumu, this time who has fully given up on the whole glaring thing, says, "you are uninvited to my house."

(and suna gives you another high five.)

it feels like it's been forever since you last saw suna. the last time the three of you had been together like this was at kita's birthday, and even then, you all seemed way too busy to actually hang out.

so, seeing him now? still connected and bonded with you like not a single second has passed? well, who cares about that stupid glove anymore.

suna takes a step to sit on the chair next to atsumu, but before he can, his phone rings, and he looks at you, brows slightly furrowing.

"i have to take this outside." he shakes his head in annoyance, but before he goes, he takes another step towards you.

suna hugs you again, "it's so good to see you." and he pulls back, kissing the side of your head.

and he's off to go outside.

"what? i get no kiss?" atsumu calls out to him, and for a second, suna turns around, subtly flashing his middle finger and flipping him off with a teasing grin.

atsumu laughs, this time looking at you, "so that basically means he loves me more than you."

"i've got tough competition." you nod, coming back to your seat.

and it's just the two of you again.

he sits comfortably in front of you and you do the same for him, and it's almost like the two of you are just there to ... be there. to just sit together for a while, to just look at each other, and he loves it.

"hey," atsumu smiles.

and your shoulders rise, "hey."

atsumu breaks away from the little staring thing the two of you had going on, and for a second, his attention is on his sports bag as he gently rummages through it.

he finds whatever it was he was looking for, and looking back at you, his smile easily reaches his eyes.

"here." and he hands you a glove.

it isn't the glove the dry cleaners lost, but its the other pair of it that you "misplaced" a few months ago.

"where did you get this?" your mouth falls, the traces of a smile peaking through.

and for a second, atsumu pauses, and he just shrugs.

he tells you, "i keep this one in my locker."

you can't seem to stop smiling, "why?"

what was that saying? i carry your heart with me all the time? atsumu feels like he's read that somewhere before, but he never did get the chance to forget about it.

the glove that means so much to you - it probably doesn't hold as much meaning to him, if he's being honest - but for some reason, he still keeps it in his locker, because every time he sees it, he thinks of you.

he shakes his head, "just because."

"just because?" you frown, but the crinkle in your eyes doesn't go away, "that's all i'm getting?"

and atsumu, with the playful, teasing, haze he still has in his eyes, leans in closer to you - his smile getting wider when you do the same - and with a quick laugh, he pulls you in with his hand.

and he kisses you, because that's all he's been wanting to do since you first called him this morning.

its a simple, quick kiss, nothing too deep or rushed. it was just him, his eyes closed, smiling against your lips for however long he can stretch a second.

"that's all you're getting." and he pulls back, the smile on his face the same, but a different pink dusting his nose.

you shake your head, laughing, "wow, being married to you is getting me nothing at all."

and atsumu says, scoffing, "yeah yeah, just make sure to give this glove back to me when you get home tonight."

i carry your heart with me all the time, i carry it in my heart.

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neoheros · 2 years

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atsumu miya hates grocery shopping.

you've asked him about this before, and all he's ever said to you in response was something about him and osamu getting kicked out of all the grocery stores from their hometown when they were really young because "grocery stores hated child freedom".

you asked his mom about it and she told you that of all the grocery stores she took the twins to, they've always made it a point to terrorize every other shopper in the building.

( she told you about the time osamu stole a cart and they both got in it and just started hitting literally every other shopper in their close vicinity. )

( it's how you realize that when the twins were young, they were probably the worst kids in the playground - and that their mother was literally a saint incarnate. )

"this girl from my english lit. class keeps on calling me," you roll your eyes, throwing your phone over your shoulder after you press 'ignore' on the oncoming call, "like how many times do i have to say no to her til she finally leaves me alone?"

atsumu just got out of the shower, his footsteps coming from the bathroom to the bedroom alarming you silently as you continue to read your book.

it's a pleasant saturday afternoon, one of the few days the two of you get to spend the entire day together, and after an entire morning of staying in bed, you've both moved on to lazily lounge in the living room.

it's a cozy apartment, a little snug but the two of you make it work.

you sit on the couch, your back comfortable against the cushion as you hold a book up to your face, waiting patiently as your husband gets ready in the other room.

"like, i do not want to be your partner for structural debate." you say aloud, the groan in your voice obvious, "please take the hint."

but you don't get a reply.

usually, atsumu would say something like "block her number" or "give me the phone and i'll pretend you died in a car crash", and you're both off in your merry way - but now - now, he doesn't say anything back.

you figure he's probably just busy drying off from his shower, so you shrug, and carry on with where you left off in your book.

it takes a minute for you to finish off on the chapter you're assigned to read, and it takes another for atsumu to step out of the bedroom, dressed in his usual clothes and standing in front of you.

you'd acknowledge him but if you're being honest, the book you're reading is too good to be left at all.

"hey, you know when's the worst time to find out that there's no more toner?" atsumu asks, standing a few feet close to you as he watches you read your book.

you keep your glance on the pages, "hm, when?"

and atsumu tells you, "look up."

so you do.

and you blink, "do you remember on our second date when we went to that one restaurant and you spilled your soup all over your pants?"

atsumu sighs, his shoulders falling, "ya got a point?"

you nod, "this is so much funnier than that."

see, before atsumu got in the shower earlier this afternoon, he told you he was finally gonna fill in his roots with bleach again.

his black hair had been growing out a lot, and it was really starting to get more noticeable by the day, so he told you that before he'd spend the day with you on the couch, he would redye his hair blond first.

and now - well - it's like the color of a really orangey bronze just stacked on top of a really off-white blond.

it's a sight you'd pay a thousand dollars for just to see, ( and photograph to hang on your kitchen fridge forever ).

"why didn't you tell me i ran out of toner?" atsumu groans, plopping down hopelessly on the seat next to you.

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you that you ran out of a product that i don't use?" you try your best to sound comforting.

"we've got playoffs tomorrow," he grumbles, "the other team is gonna lose their shit laughing at my hair."

and you say, again trying your best with the comfort thing, "well, that would be a really good distraction, and hey, maybe you guys can get some points in when they're laughing at you."

( no one said you'd be good at comforting people. )

atsumu looks up at you, "not funny."

and you tell him, with a glint of a smile, "it's a little funny."

he doesn't say anything back after that, but with the amount of groans and sighs he keeps giving you, you figure that you probably won't be reading any more of this book any time soon.

for a 20 year old man, atsumu miya is probably the most dramatic person you've ever met.

you stand from the couch, leaving your book behind on the table in front of you, and you say, "fine, come on."

you walk to the kitchen where you left your keys last, and atsumu trudges behind you.

"where?" he asks, following you as you go.

"grocery shopping." you call out, "we're gonna get you a new bottle of toner, fix your hair."

atsumu freezes. grocery shopping?

he's back to following you around, "no - but - aren't you studying?"

"i'm done." you answer, rummaging around the room for the keys.

he continues following you every turn and twist you make, "well, what about that book you've been meaning to read?"

"i can start it later." you tell him, and there's a silent cheer in your head once you finally find the keys inside one of the pantries.

you hold it up to your face with a cheeky smile.

and atsumu shakes his head, "well, you know, you should really get started on that cure for cancer."

you ignore him, walking away to get ready to leave for the door, and as always, atsumu follows you behind.

there's a frown on his face.

you cross your arms, "we are going grocery shopping together because we literally have zero things left, and i'm sorry, i know you hate it, but this is to make sure that none of the other teams tomorrow start pointing and laughing at your hair."

"you said pointing - i never said anything about pointing." atsumu frowns even harder, and he follows after you, "why were they pointing at me?"

you roll your eyes, bringing up the keys to your face again as he looks at you, and you hand it out to him, "just take the keys."

"i'm driving too?" he scoffs, his arms crossing over his chest, but the small smile starting to peek through his face tells you otherwise.

( he takes the keys nonetheless. )

and you say, with a cheeky smile, "well, i have to get started on that cure for cancer in the car."

funnily enough, it's a short trip to the infamous grocery store atsumu hates so much.

of course, he was complaining the whole way there, but he kept driving anyway, so you figure that maybe he isn't dreading this whole trip as much as he lets it out to be.

this isn't the first time the two of you went grocery shopping either.

you guys are broke and young kids who're always probably too busy to keep on running errands, so once a month, the two of you make the effort to use the money you've both been saving up to make the harrowing trip to go get groceries.

atsumu isn't lying when he says he hates the grocery store. its boring and has that weird smell in the air.

but right now, as he's pushing the cart around in between the aisles, your hands in his, a stupid smile adorning his face as you both mindlessly argue about what things you do or don't need in the house - he couldn't care less if he hates this place or not.

"detergent?" you read from the list in your hand.

atsumu looks at the cart, "check."

"dish soap?"

"check."

"hair gel?"

"check."

this goes on for a while, maybe bait longer than the two of you expected, but hey, you guys are kids, of course there's gonna be a gazillion things you both need in the house.

"this is insane," atsumu tells you, pushing around the cart as the two of you walk around, "half the things on here are for my hair."

you tell him, your hand in his as you browse the cereal shelves, "you have really pretty hair."

"but why the hell is hair toner so expensive?" he grumbles, shaking his head when you point to the box of 'Cheerios'.

"it gives you that radiating glow." you smile, shrugging lightly.

and he tells you, "don't tease."

and you say, "i'm not allowed to mention your radiating glow?"

you point to the lucky charms and atsumu nods, and you smile, because you wanted those lucky charms too.

he tells you, "not ever." as you place the box of cereal in the cart, pulling you close gently as you nudge next to him, quickly kissing the side of your head.

and you laugh, walking back to where you were before, "you're a lame, lame man, atsumu."

and he says, matching your teasing tone, "you're the one who married me."

this saturday didn't really go as planned. the initial though was to just stay in at home, do everything as lazily as the both of you can, and just wait for it to be sunday again.

but no - what was supposed to be a relaxing day has turned into running errands at six in the evening.

"that reminds me," you stop walking, thankful that no one else is in the cereal aisle right now, "remember when my niece came to visit the other day?"

atsumu hums, he wasn't at home that day, something kept him with his team, but he's heard all about your niece's visit.

you have a wide smile on your face, "she drew this picture of us getting married in front of a white church, tuxedos and all that jazz."

he's probably met your niece a handful of times, and each time you mention that "uncle tsumu" isn't just your boyfriend, but your husband, she gets this wide smile on her face that just sends atsumu reeling.

atsumu grins, "yeah?"

"so i showed her our wedding photos," your shoulders rise, laughter gently lacing your words, "the one in front of the gazebo at the park back home."

you shake your head as you chortle, "suna officiating, samu by your side, and -"

"us wearing our prom clothes." atsumu's eyes crinkle as he finishes your sentence for you.

the "wedding" the two of you had wasn't in any ways traditional at all. suna got ordained by the internet, osamu was there as a witness, and two days later the two of you had to mail in a marriage certificate for the government to actually deem your marriage legal.

it was ... unconventional.

but atsumu was 19 at the time and you were 18, and two kids eloping like that? of course, it was bound to be out of the ordinary.

atsumu looks at you, "she hated it, didn't she?"

you laugh, "she hated it so much."

"yeah," there's still that crinkle in his eyes as he holds your hand, "she gets that from my mother."

he's still looking at you, but not in the way he was before.

so you ask him, in this empty cereal aisle, "you ever regret that we didn't have a proper wedding?"

and atsumu rubs his thumb over your hand, shrugging lightly as if that question had zero effect on him at all.

"we did have a proper wedding." he tells you, and really - that's enough.

atsumu hates a lot of things - he hates this grocery store right now, and for as long as he can remember, he's also hated every wedding he's ever been forced to go to.

but he loves your wedding, because that was the day he got to marry you.

just like how he loves this saturday, because he might be in this wretched grocery store, but he is holding your hand.

"so." you shake your head, clearing the air, "next item on the list,"

and the two of you are back to walking.

you tilt your head as you read what exactly was the 'next item on the list', cause you don't remember writing it down at all, "red hair dye?"

"yeah," atsumu smiles, "i wanna see if it'll look good on me."

you blink, "tsumu, love of my life."

and he looks at you, "yes?"

"if you dye your hair any other color than it is now, i will be the one pointing and laughing."

"i love how your love for me is just so unconditional."

"i'm pretty sure i said this in our vows." you nod your head, your face as serious as ever, "til death or if you ever dye your hair red, do us part."

atsumu narrows his eyes, the amused smile on his face not once leaving.

"that's it." he pulls out his phone.

"what're you doing?" you ask, your teasing look dropping immediately.

"i'm calling the girl from your english lit. class and telling her you'd love to be her new partner for the debate."

"tsumu - no - i'm sorry, i was joking!"

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neoheros · 3 years

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you don’t really see atsumu on school days until later in the evening.

it’s a hard reality, with the two of you being so busy and all, him and his newfound team readying him to become a pro athlete and you with the unrelenting life you call college.

it means sometimes you hardly see each other, and in the worst cases, you’d come home to him passed out in bed already.

so when times like these rolled around — with atsumu waiting outside your classroom with two cups of coffee in his hand, it really did come as a pleasant surprise.

“we had a half day today so i figured i’d come surprise you.” he smiles, the same lazy grin you’ve grown to know for years.

he’s been on campus before, the other few times he’s made a spectacle about it and made sure everyone in close proximity knew that he wasn’t just your boyfriend, but more specifically, your husband.

so now — as he stands in your school hallway — a coat thrown over his jersey, you welcome him with a hug and an eagerness to take the coffee from his hand.

atsumu takes your bag and books, and you know better than to resist.

you walk with him, “you know i hate surprises.”

“yes,” he grins, “i am very very sorry for going out of my way to come see you today.”

and you roll your eyes, your hand interlocking with his out of habit, and you tug on it slightly to get him to stop walking for a second, and with it — you kiss him.

it’s a quick kiss, nothing too deep, just a peck with a smile or a smile with a peck, and you’d pull away faster if it wasn’t for atsumu trying to stop you from breaking it off.

“that’s for surprising me.” you pull away eventually, and the two of you are back to walking around campus.

and he laughs, “i’ve so learned my lesson.”

atsumu’s had a tiring day, even if it was cut short by the courtesy of his coaches, his day - half day - still really did take a lot out of him.

but he rarely got to see you anymore, so in the choice between coming home to rest and relax or go the extra mile to come see you at university — the decision was really easy.

you always come first.

“how long have you been waiting here?” your hands sway in between the two of you.

“not long.” he answers, shrugging, “like, two — two-enty minutes.”

and you stop walking.

atsumu turns to look at you, quizzically studying your expression as you give him a look.

and he — husband of the year — knows that look well.

(it’s the look you give your upstairs neighbor when you pass them in the lobby because apparently, according to you, their shoes were made of steel and metal.)

atsumu takes a step, “okay, you’re making that same face when i accidentally ate the cake you bought for samu.”

“twenty minutes?” you cross your arms, “you could have called me!”

and atsumu scoffs, proceeding to walk on without you, his smile wide, “what part of surprise do you not understand?”

you catch up to him easily, but still, you nudge him in the side anyways.

(he says “ouch!” and you say “i’m so hitting you harder!” and he says “i already faked the ‘ouch!’”)

“i didn’t mind waiting.” atsumu tells you, and you know that he’s only smiling to let you know that he really was okay, “it was good just sitting for a while.”

you still wish he called. maybe if he did, you would’ve gotten out of class earlier, saved him the trouble of having to wait. played hooky for the rest of the day.

“plus everyone kept giving me looks,” atsumu grins, this time nudging you on your side, “so they either thought i was super hot or super weird.”

and he says that with a grin that beams pride.

“ah well, you know,” you shrug, and he’s back to holding your hand, “it’s always those two with you.”

and atsumu looks at you, your hand in his as it sways, your bags and books in his arms, and his last name in yours.

“next time,” you say firmly, “call me.”

“next time,” and he kisses your head, “i’m buying you a dictionary so we can learn the meaning of ‘surprise’ together.”

you roll your eyes, “you’re such a good provider.”

and he grins, “well, duh.”

it really is nice having atsumu around, and you say this like you hardly see him — funny, because you’re married to him — but on days like these, when the two of you are usually busy, you find yourself missing him even more.

of course, you don’t miss the way some students who walk past the two of you stare at him for a second longer than they should.

atsumu miya is a very attractive man.

and you’d be jealous, but hey — you’re the one wearing the ring, and you’re the one with his last name.

“you know what’s tomorrow, right?” you ask, continuing to walk with him.

and atsumu shrugs, “friday?”

to which you say, “it’s wednesday today.”

you knew damn well that atsumu knows what’s tomorrow.

he’s been pestering you about it all week — begging you to cancel the plans — so for him to just suddenly forget about it on its eve? no way.

“if you loved me, you wouldn’t make me go.” he tells you, leaving your hand and crossing his arms over his chest.

you sigh, “they’re your parents.”

tomorrow night — atsumu’s parents had invited the two of you for a dinner at their new place, and of course, lovely in-law that you are, you didn’t have the heart to decline.

(you told atsumu about it like twenty minutes after you’d agreed to come, and he didn’t talk to you for an hour.)

“i know,” he groans, whining, “it’s going to be an hour of ‘atsumu, you look so thin’, ‘atsumu, have you been keeping up with your brother?’, ‘atsumu, have you finally regretted not going to college like we always thought you would.’”

“they won’t say that to your face.” you wave him off, and you follow under your breath, “maybe when you’re not looking at them — but definitely not to your face!”

atsumu narrows his eyes, “i made a real good choice marrying you, huh.”

“it’ll be one hour with your parents, then we go home.” you try your best to sound reassuring.

and he tells you, “unless i call them and cancel.”

and sternly, you tell him, “you will not.”

and for a second, atsumu doesn’t say anything, which is weird, because he always has something to say. so you look at him, brows furrowed, and when he dodges your gaze by looking at his feet, you stop walking.

your mouth falls, “you cancelled dinner tomorrow with your parents?”

and atsumu gasps, shaking his head rapidly as he crosses his arms — “i did not — no — how could you even think that i’d do something like that?”

“miya.” you narrow your eyes.

and atsumu shakes his head, “i didn’t cancel.”

you’re unconvinced, and he knows this because he is still refusing to look at you.

“i asked samu to cancel dinner for us.” he tells you quickly, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his coat and walking past you with newfound speed.

your mouth falls — of course he would.

and you follow after him, “you did what!”

“oh come on!” atsumu whines, his eyebrows furrowing as you finally reach the spot next to him again, “you know how much i hate having dinner with them!”

you shake your head, “you canceled dinner on your parents.”

and he rolls his eyes, “i didn’t — samu did.”

“oh, don’t even start.” you nudge his side, “what did you even get him to say?”

and his voice is lower, nervously laughing as he tells you, “something about … you coming down with the flu … me, husband of the year, taking care of you.”

you take a second to convince yourself that you do love this man, and murdering him would land you in prison.

“you’re pathetic.” you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.

and atsumu throws his arms over your shoulder, nudging you jokingly as he says, “don’t hate me.”

“i don’t hate you.” and you sigh, rolling your eyes, “i can’t hate the pathetic.”

“that’s sweet,” atsumu nods, smiling lazily, “you should’ve added that in your vows.”

truth is; you’re still very unsure how he even got osamu to agree with convincing their parents to cancel dinner, but a part of you, though you’ll never admit it, is a bit relieved that the plans have fallen through.

the miyas … they’re very intimidating, and as much as both samu and tsumu’s constantly reassured you that they love you as much as they love their sons, it’s still very nerve wracking to be around them.

after all, you’re the person who took their son away from them, got him to get married when he should’ve been in college, and moved in with him in a small rundown apartment.

but as atsumu said, numerous times before, they love you.

you say, with increasing spite, “don’t be cute.”

and he says, with love in his heart, “you think i’m cute?”

atsumu knows for a fact that his parents do love you, they geek about you every chance they get when you’re not around and he is.

but — if ever — they change their mind and make him choose between you or them, they’re playing themselves.

because atsumu loves his parents very much, but it wouldn’t take him a second to choose you.

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neoheros · 3 years

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if kuroo tetsuro is anything, he is a morning person.

he loves the mornings. he loves it so much. he loves welcoming the day with a fresh shower, a hot cup of coffee, and a thirty minute jog around the block of his apartment.

he loves how awake it makes him — how it’s just the perfect start to anything he’s looking forward to.

he loves the sun, the refreshing sweat, the morning birds, and of course, more than anything else — he loves you.

"i hate you." you groan, the pillow in your hands suddenly thrown all the way to where kuroo stands in the middle of the kitchen, and he knows that this is your own way of saying ‘good morning.’

there’s a yawn falling from your lips, a scowl on your face as you plop your head down on the kitchen counter.

"i hate you." you repeat, glaring at kuroo, "and your stupid school."

it’s five in the morning, hours before the two of you usually wake up to get ready for school, hours before the usual train comes, and hours before you can actually start to process things.

and you absolutely hate it.

because, your husband may be a morning person — but you, most definitely, are not.

"hmm." kuroo hums, watching you as he leans on the kitchen sink, the pillow you’ve thrown at him the second you entered the room still lonely on the floor.

he smiles, the way he usually does when he sees you like this, "i made you some coffee."

and he pushes himself off the sink, walking over to you and your scowling expression as he hands you your favorite green mug.

you narrow your eyes, looking up at him anyways as he hands you the cup of coffee.

"i hate you less." you take the mug from him, careful to not let it spill, "but i still hate your school."

and he smiles, nodding in agreement, kissing you on the head as his own form of “good morning” to you.

"it's too early." you lift your head up, letting it sit on one of your hands as you frown, "no one is awake this early."

"we're awake." kuroo tells you, smiling as he looks down on your expressive face.

and you scoff, "not by choice."

it’s too early for you.

you’re not even supposed to be up and awake for another few hours, the only reason that you are — and trust that this is the only reason you’ll accept — is because kuroo is hosting a presentation for his school later this morning.

and as much as you are proud of him for having been given that opportunity — you did hate the fact that that meant you’d have to wake up before dawn to see it.

kuroo sits on the seat next to you, watching you as you lay your head down on the counter table, sleep still so evident in the way you look back at him.

"you know, you do have a choice though." he says, the smile on his face still as sweet as it usually is.

he brings his hand to your back, "this is my school thing, you don't have to come with me if you don't want to."

it is way too early for you, but no way in hell does that mean you’re missing this event.

"i already told you, i'm not missing your super special presentation." you lift yourself up from the table, your shoulders falling slightly as you sigh. "even if it does start at the witching hour."

kuroo smiles, though really, he hasn’t stopped smiling all morning.

his eyes crinkle, "you know, the witching hour ended three hours ago."

and you narrow your eyes, for the first time all morning, you’re finally looking back at him clearly — and you glare.

did he really just correct you when you woke up this early for him?

kuroo laughs - nervously - and he takes a long sip from his own mug of coffee, "i made a mistake saying that, huh?"

"yes." you blink.

and he holds back another grin, "sorry - i love you."

you have a way better look of kuroo now, and just as expected, he’s all ready and prepared to leave.

his clothes are clean and proper, the appropriate attire to wear when you’re giving a presentation in a school of so many people, his tie only slightly crooked, but you figure that the gel in his hair could take a bit of the attention away from it.

he’s already done so much this morning and you’ve just woken up.

you almost hate how eager he is to get out of bed without you.

you tilt you head, "is that the tie you're gonna wear?"

and he looks at you, perking up slightly, "you don't like it?"

you take a closer look at it, dropping your focus from it for a second to take a sip from your untouched mug.

"ask me again when i finish this cup of coffee." you mutter, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the finality of sleep lingering.

and kuroo laughs, "are you sure you don't wanna go back to sleep?"

you shake your head.

"you look really really tired." he continues, propping his head up with his right palm so he can intently watch you as you try to get yourself together on the kitchen counter.

your eyebrows furrow, a scoff falling from your lips as you put the mug down.

( you know you look tired, it’s six in the freaking morning, but that doesn’t mean he can know you look tired. )

kuroo blinks, "i said the wrong thing again, didn’t i?"

and you nod, begrudgingly so, "yes."

"i’m sorry." kuroo laughs, inching closer to you slightly so he can give you a kiss on the side of your head - and this counts as his apology.

he shakes his head, "i think i'm nervous."

( he’s presenting a morning ceremony in front of over 200 people in uni — if he wasn’t nervous, then you’d be concerned. )

"don't be, you'll be great." you smile, the remnants of a yawn slurring your voice slightly as you do.

sitting up, you look at kuroo, "besides there's only one other guy presenting this morning and his name is so weird, it's like, tetsuro, or something — you’re so gonna beat him."

and kuroo laughs, because you always know what to say to make him laugh.

"he does sound weird." he nods, watching you intently as you take another sip from your mug.

"have you met him?" he asks you, the crinkle in his eyes matching the way he smiles perfectly.

and you say, "unfortunately." which gets him wanting to give you a whole new smile all over again.

kuroo moves his seat closer to yours, his head slightly falling to meet your own, and he laughs when he asks, "is he nice?"

and you push him away, rolling your eyes at his nonsense, but you don’t deny the way your shoulders rise as you try to resist the laugh coming up your throat.

"well, he's my husband," you wave him off, "so i have to say he's nice."

kuroo really does love waking up early in the morning. it makes him feel a weird sense of accomplishment every time he does so.

but his favorite part — and probably the only reason he keeps doing it even when he just wants to stay in bed — is because he loves waking up next to you.

he loves to wake up and see you still asleep next to him.

he loves getting all his morning chores out of the way as quick as he can, so when you finally wake up with him, all that’s left for him to do is spend his morning with you.

kuroo’s eyes crinkle, and he leans in forward to give you a kiss.

"thank you for waking up so early to watch me give a presentation at the witching hour." he laughs, pulling away from your lips as quickly as he’s met them.

and you tilt your head, "you said i was wrong about that."

"no," kuroo shakes his head, and he kisses you again, just as quick as the last one, "i don't think you can ever be wrong."

and he kisses you again, just to pull away, just to kiss you again.

small, short, quick intervals in between each kiss, almost making it out as a peck, but every time he pulls back, he looks at you — stars in his eyes — and he can taste the coffee in your lips.

"okay, okay, get off now." you laugh, pushing him away lightly, "you're gonna be late."

and kuroo kisses you, one final time, but this time he lets it stick — kissing you deeply and slowly — and the only thing stopping it is how he literally cannot stop smiling against your lips.

he pulls away, "what time will you be there?"

and you smile, "early."

kuroo nods, and he doesn’t want to, but he stands up from his seat, straightening out his clothes, and this is his cue to leave.

"thank you." he tells you again.

and you say, with a smile that easily matched his, "you said that already."

"okay, well, i'm gonna go." his shoulders fall, but you see the way excitement shines through his eyes anyways.

and he tells you, "no more than two cups of coffee, okay? — no matter how tired you are."

you take a sip from your cup, choosing to ignore this specific sentence from him.

so kuroo rolls his eyes, his expression playful as he shakes his head, and he looks back down to you, "love you."

and for the last time this morning, he disregards his watch completely, and kisses you one final time.

because if kuroo tetsuro is anything — he is a morning person, and he is in love with you.

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neoheros · 3 years

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the morning after kuroo marries you, he wakes up to grey skies and a loud storm just outside his window.

it’s still dark out, just the greying skies filling the atmosphere as it’s too early to have any sun, but maybe it’s the storm, or maybe it’s the fact that he’s in bed next to you, but he just can’t seem to bring himself to fall back asleep.

he glances at the clock — barely four am.

you lay on your back, kuroo’s arm under your head as he does the same next to you, and apparently, you’re sharing the same fact that you can’t fall back to sleep either.

“do you know how to pay taxes?” you say out of the blue, the hours of peaceful quiet suddenly broken as you’ve decided you’d finally gotten enough of it.

kuroo looks down from the ceiling to you, the arm underneath your head shifting to pull you closer.

“no.” he tells you, chest heaving upwards.

“i don’t either?” you turn to your side, facing him better, “who’ll help us with that?”

kuroo kisses your forehead, telling you lightly, his voice melting with the rain, “we’ll ask kai, he knows everything.”

you glance at the window, the coldness of the room mixing with the cold outside, and something inside you acknowledges the fact that the whole marriage thing probably hasn’t sunk in yet.

“oh,” you nod, “well, do you know how to change a gas tank?”

and kuroo shakes his head, “we’ll get those electrical stoves.”

you turn your head slightly to look at him, pushing yourself out from his embrace to sit up, "do you know how to work a washing machine?"

and to that, he throws a pillow at your face.

"stop worrying!" kuroo sits up with you, "we’re getting married and you’re worrying about laundry."

you prop yourself up on the headboard, following suit as he does too, and between the dark room, the storm outside, and the heavy weight in your stomach from yesterday’s events, you have a feeling neither of you are going to sleep anytime soon.

you frown, shaking your head gently, "i don’t want to be married to a man who doesn’t know how to add fabric softener to my clothes - i love my clothes!"

he rolls his eyes, "i’ll learn."

it’s finally starting to sink in - to kuroo, at least - the entirety of it all. the fact that he’s in college, broke and stupid, and apparently, married to you.

he’s broke and stupid and married.

and if it were anybody else, he’d probably be freaking out right now too, but then he looks at you, worrying to wits end next to him, and all he can really do is try not to kiss you.

"tetsuro, are you really sure—"

he doesn’t let you finish, "if you ask me again if i have any regrets about yesterday, i’m kicking you out."

as far as he’s concerned, he does not have a single regret about this at all.

"you don’t mind living in this tiny apartment with me?" you look at him, shoulders rising as you laugh, pointing around the place as you do so.

kuroo shrugs, following where you point, and he takes your hand, "we’ll make it our own."

and between the chipped paint and unmade bed, the two of you have been doing a hell of a job at it already.

the apartment isn’t done yet, far from it, but with the rows of picture frames of you and him and everyone else in the walls, he likes to think you’re both off to a good start.

"does it feel like we're making a mistake?" you put your head on his shoulder.

"no." he still has your hand in his, and with it, he touches over the wedding band he’s got the privilege of putting on you just yesterday.

he looks at you for a second, "it just feels like you and i."

you roll your eyes, pushing him away, "cheesy."

thunder is rumbling from outside, and kuroo finds himself pulling you back down under the covers, close to him as his arms fall on you in an embrace.

his stomach is swirling and he takes back that statement before — he does have regrets in marrying you.

you bring your hand with the ring up to your face, humming lightly, "we’re married."

and kuroo laughs, "oh, that, i know."

"you'll insist to the fix broken things in the apartment and i'll circle out repair shops in the phonebook." your shoulders rise, mouth curling upwards into a short smile.

kuroo scoffs, pushing you away, "i am appalled at your lack of support in me trying to fix things i don't know how to fix."

and you look at him, rolling your eyes, "what if we break a window?"

and he looks back at you, "why would we break a window?"

"well," you shrug, crossing your arms over your chest, "would you try to fix that broken window by putting seran wrap over it and sticking it with hello kitty band-aids?"

"no." he scoffs, and he kisses the side of your head, "i like barbie band-aids better."

you roll your eyes, laughing with him as the storm outside only seems to grow louder.

you give him a nudge, "just so you know, as we're doing that, a group of window repairmen will walk by and point and laugh at us."

"they'll point and laugh?" kuroo laughs, shaking his head.

and you nod, "in that order."

it doesn’t take a genius to find something wrong with getting married so young, normal marriages don’t even stand so well against their own odds, so marriage whilst in college? — it’s almost like a death wish.

ironically though, the cold feet or wedding bell jitters didn’t actually hit until now, because for as long as kuroo’s remembered, he’s never had a single shred of a doubt that marrying you was the right choice.

“please learn how to add fabric softener to my clothes.” you look up at him, his fingers on your shoulder slowly tap tap tapping as you do.

“please learn not to snore so much.” kuroo smiles, a teasing grin as he looks back at you.

you scoff, pushing him away, “i do not snore.”

“i sleep next to you and i’m telling you straight up, you snore.” he shakes his head, his smile getting wider.

he continues, shoulders rising as he laughs, his grin annoyingly teasing, “and not even the cute snores that go viral for being so cute, you snore snore.”

“oh yeah?” you mock, quirking a brow, “you wanna talk about sleeping habits? well, how about the fact that you hogged the comforters all night?”

you taunt, voice raising, “and it is just impossible to kiss you because of all that stubble on your face!”

“maybe i’ll have the energy to shave if i wasn’t kept up all night by your snoring!” he yells back, laughter breaking through.

you shake your head, unable to refuse the smile coming on your face, “blanket hog.”

kuroo laughs, his free hand taking your chin and pulling it closer to his, “you will be so humiliated once i think of an insult that connects with snoring.”

and he kisses you.

and it’s just like when he kissed you yesterday, or last night, or three hours ago when he first woke up with you.

it’s still hard to believe; this entire marriage thing actually happening — and as much as he wants to say he has no regrets, he knows that if he does, he’ll only be lying.

the lightning flashes.

you pull away from his kiss, laughing slightly at his impatience to pull you back, “you know, some people call that a bad omen.”

kuroo laughs, “other people call it lightning.”

there is a regret in his stomach about marrying you, and that regret is not choosing to do it sooner.

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neoheros · 3 years

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atsumu's parents are coming to visit — and it's definitely safe to say that you are both freaking the hell out.

okay — it's not that his parents aren’t supportive of the two of you — if anything, they’re the complete opposite.

they’re so sweet, nice, and kind, and so so generous with helping out if either of you would ever need it.

they supported atsumu as much as they could, and apparently, that included supporting him when he made the choice to ask you to marry him so young.

you've met his parents numerous times before, and each time they've been nothing but sweet to you — they’d tell you on and on about how lucky atsumu was to find you, or even going to the extent of telling you they'd always seen you as part of their family already.

so normally, it wouldn't really be a big deal for them to come over.

except of course for the fact that they're coming here — to yours and atsumu's small, messy, cramped college apartment.

"we can't do this." atsumu grumbles, his face planted directly on the cold kitchen counter.

"they're gonna make me go back home and live with them after they see this place." he mutters miserably.

you sit across from him, a notepad in front of you as you nervously tap tap tap the pen in your hand on the same counter your husband is moping on.

"calm down, we'll be fine." you coo, letting your free hand come to his hair, ruffling it lightly as you try your best to reassure him.

the initial panic from his parents' sudden call has quietly subsided, now only leaving the despair and moping for the two of you to wallow in.

you never liked to wallow — you always thought it made things worse — but seeing atsumu in front of you, so shot down that his parents are coming to town, it made you warm up to the idea of just sitting around and moping with him.

atsumu looks up from the counter, sighing deeply at you before he takes the hand you had in his hair and gently places it on his cheek.

he buries his face deeper into your palm, his gaze is soft, "we need to cancel."

"we are not going to cancel on your parents, tsumu." you roll your eyes, immediately pulling your hand away from him as you ignore his deep groan in complaint.

you will not wallow. not when atsumu’s already doing enough of that for the both of you.

and besides you like his parents, and his parents like you!

you’ve got nothing to be worried about. it’s just dinner, they’re just visiting, just traveling around the area, and just dropping by to see their son.

no reason for you to worry.

"you are dying of a sickly disease!"

atsumu brings you out of your thoughts, his hands slapping his face harshly as if he was trying to wake himself up, then he stands, and he looks at you.

what did he just say?

he gives you a wide grin, "how good can you pretend to be dying of a sickly disease on friday night?"

your shoulders fall apprehensively, "we are not going to give me a sickly disease on friday night."

and atsumu falls back to his chair, a stark frown falling on his lips as his shoulders drop along with him, and he mutters, "i said pretend…"

so — planning wasn’t going well.

you and atsumu certainly cannot serve his parents in this mess. you had to make a lot of changes before this friday.

( and not to mention the dinner that’s actually going to be taking place, like, did they expect you or atsumu to cook?

have they met you or atsumu? )

"i can always ask coach to put me in for friday night." atsumu smiles meekly, his head propped up on his hand as he watches you from his side of the counter.

"and leave me here alone with your parents?" you scoff, shaking your head, "i would kill you."

“hey, i love you so much,” he replies to you, eyes softening as you look back at him, the edges of his lips curling into a soft smile, and he shakes his head, “but if i get the chance to leave, you are so on your own in this one.”

“what —!” your mouth falls, “they’re your parents!”

and atsumu scoffs back, “technically, they’re your parents now too!”

“oh no, don’t pull that cutesy crap on me!” you cross your arms on your chest, voice raising slightly, “i promised your mom you would be there!"

"invite osamu, dye his hair blond, call him ‘tsumu’ all night," atsumu counters, waving you off as if it were nothing, "no one’s gonna notice!"

"they’re gonna notice your corpse in the kitchen table when i’m done with you, that’s for sure!"

"just make sure not to put me on the porcelain plates — wouldn’t want them to crack!"

there's a lull of silence in the air, your leg falling asleep as you've been seated by that stupid counter for an annoying amount of time now.

"okay," you let a deep breath out, shoulders heaving along with you as you do so, and you look back to atsumu, still on his side of the counter, still moping.

you lift his head up, "we need to figure this out now."

"they’re gonna make me go home." he tells you, the evident frown showing on his face as you hold his head up, "i don’t want to go home."

you nod, “we’ll fix this place up, and even if they don’t like it, i promise i’m gonna stop them from taking you home.”

atsumu doesn’t budge.

"remember the crab puffs i’m treating you to if you do this." you coo, combing his hair out of his face.

he quirks his eyebrow.

"remember that you love me." your voice is stronger this time, your grip on his face harder along with it.

atsumu gives you an unconvinced look, his eyebrows quirking at that.

"remember that i am watching volleyball rep with you for the next month." you let his face fall back down, sighing deeply as you roll your eyes.

he picks himself back up, his shoulders falling dramatically as his own dramatized sigh falls out of his mouth.

"fine." he shakes his head, reluctantly giving out his hand to you, "show me the list."

the list. the list of things you and atsumu are deciding to get done in the apartment before his parents arrive. a depressing list, a list that is mockingly spelling out cut out coupons and skimping on groceries for the next month.

you absolutely hate this list.

"we cannot do all these by friday." your eyebrows furrow together tightly, mouth almost agape at the very lengthy list the two of you have come up with.

a total of thirteen items, which in theory, isn't a lot, but for broke college kids with a five day time limit - it's literally way more than enough.

"yes we can," atsumu tries to pirch you up, "we just, i don’t know, get cleaners to help us."

you let your head rest on your hand, “with what money?”

and atsumu, a sly grin forming on his face, shakes his head teasingly, his free hand coming to take his phone out of his pocket, and his other annoyingly patting on your head.

he grins, "ah, you have much to learn from me."

you tilt your head in confusion as he gives you his phone, the screen already showing a familiar contact you and him both recognize deeply, and his grin is wider.

you look at him, "you’re shameless."

and he looks back at you, "that's my middle name."

the contact - contacts - atsumu shows you is the all too familiar numbers of osamu miya and suna rintaro, both who's promised you before to help out with whatever you want whenever they can, a promise that you're sure they'll regret after today.

"they insisted to help if we ever need it." atsumu reminds you, his nose scrunching up lightly as he grins.

you're unconvinced.

"we need the help." your husband reassures you, but there's still a specific way his grin widens when he says, "we’re calling them."

your shoulders fall, but you won't deny your own smile coming to form on your face.

"okay deal," and you roll your eyes when atsumu cheers, but before you could say anything else, you take the notepad back into your hands, writing quickly and sliding it back to him, "but, how about—"

atsumu takes the notepad, reading what you've just written down.

"ask osamu to cook for us?" he grins widely as he reads aloud.

you nod, and atsumu looks at you, stars in his eyes, and his hand reaching out to cup your face.

he nods in approval, leaning in as he says, "i am so proud of you right now."

there's laughter bubbling in your chest as he leans in closer, but you let him close the gap between you and him anyways.

the grin stays on his face as he kisses you, toothy and smiley as he does so, but you're the one who has to push him away when he refuses to let go of your lips.

you pull back, eyes crinkling, "it's going to be fun having them here."

and your husband shakes his head, "it’s going to be fun having them clean our apartment."

you wave him off, rolling your eyes gently as you coo, "we’re going to help them, atsumu."

and atsumu scoffs, "i am so no longer proud of you."

"this is an opportunity to sit back!" he tells you, exclaiming with hand motions you would rather laugh at than explain, "you do not work. you lounge and mock those who are!"

you give him a kiss on the cheek.

atsumu shakes his head, "have i taught you nothing?"

"okay, okay," you smile, "i’ll try to be better."

he sighs disappointingly, "yeah, you better."

you pick up your things to walk away, the tilted click of your heels coming off as joy, and you're very proud to say that it is, but before you could take another step to go, atsumu grabs your hand to stay.

"hang on!" he takes your notepad, "one last thing to add!"

your mood falls, "one more thing? atsumu, we cannot afford to add anything else, we are scrimping on on scrimping, we cannot—"

he slides back the notepad to you after excitedly writing on it, and he gives you a wide smile as he insists that you just read it.

you watch him quizzically as he watches you in anticipation to read what he's just written down, and when you do, you won't deny your own smile coming to form.

you look at him, rolling your eyes, "i love you too."

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