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emmyrosee · 3 months

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Outside, the rain pours like no one’s business, the wind howling in frustration as it mingles with the tinkering drops against your roof and windows.

You, luckily, are curled happily under your blanket, scrolling through your phone with a nice cup of tea next to you, enjoying the sounds of a storm in nothing but your own company.

Until-

“Ah. You’re home,” you hum, flicking your eyes up at osamu, then back to your phone. His arms are filled with reusable bags that dangle from the bulky muscles, two large palms cradling the milk, and the fluffiness of his hair lays flat to his head. His shirt is soaked, you hear the squish of his shoes, and you hate how cute the wet-dog aesthetic is on your man.

You hear him pant softly, “it’s. Wet. Outside.”

You chuckle and shake your head, reaching for your cup of tea, “yeah baby, that’s why I’m inside.”

“You could’ve helped your strong, smart, talented, amazing boyfriend with the groceries.”

“I offered, you said you “‘got this’,” you hum, secretly glad your boyfriends chivalry knows no bounds and he’d rather get drenched in the cold rain than risk you getting drenched in the cold rain.

But he is a Miya. He’s going to whine just a little bit.

You hear him place the groceries down, “but now I’m cold. And my shoes are wet. And I was lonely.”

You click off your phone and shrug off your blanket, making your way towards him. He smiles as you approach, and when you use a warm hand to move his hair off his forehead, he nuzzles into your touch.

“Thank you for getting the groceries,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to his cold forehead. “Go take a nice hot shower, I’ll put them away.”

“I only bought a few frozen things, so you can join me in the shower.”

You giggle, “as tempting as that is, I’d really like you to warm up.”

He smirks and, before you can process, he scoops you up in his arms and throws you over his shoulder, his freezing shirt soaking you as you writhe and scream at the playful action. “Osamu!”

“Now you’re wet too. Come shower with me, and wash my hair.”

“You bought dairy,” you manage between titters, “I have to put it away.”

“So let’s put it away together. Then we can shower.”

“You’re so clingy!”

“Oh I’ll show you clingy.”

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romiyaro · 1 year

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ᴘʀᴀɴᴋ #3 "ꜱᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɴᴜᴅᴇꜱ" !!!

CW: nudes¡ suggestive language¡ mentions of sex¡

Pairing: (all post timeskip) suna, atsumu, osamu, ginjima x gn!reader

Network: @tokyometronetwork

ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ

Guaranteed returns. All favors are returned x1000.

Send him a partial nude and you will get a dick pic within 3 milliseconds. Send him a thirst trap and an audio capture of him moaning your name is sent back.

Suna prides himself on his ability to collect quality material, so it's no surprise he's so very enthusiastic about this nudes exchange business.

Has pretty lights set up around his room just for the sake of clicking aesthetic dick pics.

There's even a special folder on his desktop dedicated to you. All these frisky pics and videos are stored there. He even names it his 'personal pornhub'

Comes home with hundreds of nasty fantasies filled in his head. Trust me he's created a very nice simulation of all the things he'd love to do to you.

ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ

You just know this motherfucker is choking on his spit every time you send a pic that's even closely revealing.

This one time you send him a suggestive (only to dirty minded people) picture of your newly done nails holding your glass just for fun and next day videos of Miya Atsumu, star athlete clumsily fumbling with his phone are trending on the internet.

I'm really really sorry for this one but he totally responds in Adam Levine style😭😭😭 he's embarrassing you know it but you love him and that shitty replying style is something you and him have to work on.

He comes home all needy and whiny after that. Needs all the love and affection— much much more than usual.

He might not admit it but every time his phone pings and it's a message from you he pulls in a deep breath to stabilize his heart and be ready.

Atsumu is too much of an innocent boy for that cocky front he puts up.

ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ

Now this guy is a totally different story. Unlike his brother, although equally cocky, he has the guts to back it up.

You once sent him a nude while on a double dinner date just to see his reaction and this mf looked at the picture and smirked, licking his lip. Never tell him how flustering you found it you'd just be digging your own grave.

He's an observant guy, he knows all your preferences– from the food to the positions, so it's not a huge surprise to you when he sends you detailed, nasty, toe-curling replies.

Lowkey think he could run his own pornblog and we would still follow him like dick hungry bitches.

Sometimes, he would send you unprompted random messages while you are at work. Like sirrrr, you get it. He knows you very well but it's none of his business to ensure you're melting in your chair at work thinking about him.

But that's not all. The real nastiness starts when you return home, or his hotel. This man is filthy. And he's gonna pull you down with him whether you like it or not.

ʜɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ɢɪɴᴊɪᴍᴀ

You were sorely mistaken if you thought he was an innocent baby boy who had to be introduced to the art of sending nudes gently💀💀💀

He is the devil. This man laughs at you and calls you weak when you send him a partial nude.

The insult digs deeper when he sends you a beautiful, Pinterest worthy image of his pants pulled down just enough to show his perfect v-line. The sunlight kissing his pretty skin doesn't help either.

This ensues a nudes war. Who can click the better nude.

You both give each other occasional runs for your money. But it's usually him powning you most of the time. This guy has some serious aesthetics.

But the funny thing is, although you both forget the original intention of sending nudes, you both develop a cute and adorable sort of bonding activity out of it.

Lost the taglist so i won't tag anybody and this isn't gonna be a regular writing phase anyways so🙏🙏🙏 also drop some holy water in the comments and reblogs plej i need it I've been thinking very nasty thoughts abt a certain white haired sensei from naruto

#miya atsumu x gn!reader #miya osamu x gn!reader #suna rintaro x gn!reader #hitoshi ginjima x gn!reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu x gn!reader #osamu x reader #osamu x gn!reader #suna x reader #suna x gn!reader #ginjima x reader #ginjima x gn!reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu suggestive scenarios #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff

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kissagii · 2 years

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osamu teaches you to cook. he holds your hands and guides you through every motion, murmuring instructions to you in a sweet tone so different from what he uses in the restaurant. he insists you learn the basic skills even though he plans on making sure you eat like royalty for the rest of your life. his heart flutters when you take an interest in the culinary arts, and adores every moment you spend together in the kitchen. osamu is eternally grateful that he found a partner that could share his interests in the way you do.

that's it, that's the post.

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lowkeyremi · 1 month

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Your boyfriend, Osamu had suggested you start a mukbang channel because he knows how much you love to eat. (also gives him a chance to watch you enjoy delicious foods he makes)

He's your cameraman of course, so sometimes it's hard to focus on eating when he's smiling at you from behind the camera or if he's copying your eating motions in a silly manner.

Some people comment about the twinkle in your eyes, others notice your smile. Even when you cut out the parts that you laugh in some people still pick up on Osamu's soft whispering in the background.

One user comments:

"DO THEY HAVE A BOYFRIEND!??? SOMEONE'S TALKING IN THE BACKGROUND!!"

Only when you reach 10k subs do you introduce them to your cute boyfriend, Osamu. He waves to the camera during the live stream, (instead of a pre-recorded video he wanted to answer any questions your fans may have) "Hi guys, yes I am the one who cooks all the food they eat in their videos."

One user sends a tip with a question

[name's]babygurl tipped $10 "Are you their boyfriend?"

"Thank you [name's]babygurl for the tip! Yes I am their boyfriend, we've been dating for quite some time now."

To say your fans love him is an understatement. They'll go crazy if they see his chopsticks reaching out from behind the camera to help you finish some food that you couldn't eat all of.

In the future your channel turns into a shared channel with Osamu. You two eat together and make conversation, your fans absolutely love it. It also helps Osamu get more customers at Onigiri Miya.

(Based off of the match lene gave me :3)

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu #osamu miya #haikyuu x gn!reader #miya osamu x reader

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epilary · 2 months

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valentine's day with the haikyuu characters | headcanons

masterlist | requests are open

atsumu miya

- he's obsessed with v day - like i mean bouquets, chocolates, date night - can't help but buy you anything you want - he doesn't like to come on too strong your first year - but by the second?? - atsumu is making an indoor picnic and homemaking ice cream

osamu miya

- cooking - he's cooking like all day - takes the day off of work and makes your favorite things - he buys a single rose for every year you've been together - tries to incorporate rose into the dessert - pink dusting of it's a cake or tiramisu - a cursive 'i love you' on it

oikawa tooru

- he'd for sure take you out somewhere nice - probably in a sunglasses and hat so no one recognizes him - he'd bring your favorite flower - order whatever you'd want - then take a walk in a park - oikawa will also be holding your hand any chance he gets - lots of kissing on the cheek too

kuroo tetsurō

- kuroo is elaborate as hell - like rube goldberg type of thing - strings on the door handle as you enter which send rose petals falling to the ground - a pie with a pi symbol on top - despite what others may think he's a great baker - it's as much a science as an art - and he bought balloons galore

suna rintarō

- he’s very (outwardly) chill about it - probably a glass of wine and take out waiting for you - the lights would be out besides a few candles - suna would play on his phone while you would read - legs across his thighs - ‘you’re the greatest thing that happened to me’ [suna]

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #headcanons #x gn!reader #atsumu miya #osamu miya #oikawa tooru #kuroo testuro #suna rintaro #valentines day #atsumu miya x reader #osamu miya x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #suna rintaro x reader

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thegirlwhoimagined · 2 years

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Anyway so here's a personal hc:

Out of all of Inarizaki, Kita and Osamu are the ones most likely to get love boners.

They're just so smitten with you, everything you do makes waves of love wash over them. Unfortunately for them, that love comes hand-in-hand with blood rushing straight to their cocks.

Kita watches in horror as he gets bricked up seeing you lovingly interact with Granny Yumi. Has to pull the hem of his sweater over his crotch, and banish himself to his room with a red face.

As for Osamu, he'll just pop a stiffy anytime he sees you enjoying his food or talking to his restaurant staff and asking them how they've been. Stares at you with a mixture of awe and infatuation while hiding his lower half behind the kitchen counter.

#miya osamu #kita shinsuke #kita smut #osamu smut #osamu x reader #kita x reader #kita x gender neutral reader #osamu fluff #osamu x gn!reader #kita fluff #haikyuu time skip #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#inarizaki #miya twins

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valeriwa · 10 months

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HOW IT'S LIKE TO LIVE WITH THEM

domestic hq boys!!!!!

characters: bokuto koutaro, miya osamu, kozume kenma

cw: petnames

req here

if you had to describe living with bokuto koutaro in one word, you would say chaotic. even if he means the best, things always get messy. but the messiest would be cooking together. he's not the best cook but he knows how to chop vegetables at least so you usually recruit him for dinner preps. but everytime, it's just chaos. he's very eager to help, but he's just one minute away to flipping the very boiling hot pan of deliciousness. and he always! i mean always! double dips. even if you stop him, he gets all whiny, saying "your food's so tasty, baby. can't stop myself."

ever since you started living with miya osamu, you've been the subject of experimentation (kind of?). your lovely partner brings you potential menu items every week, and usually they taste pretty good. but sometimes, they're just so bad, you can't believe what you put in your mouth can be qualified as food. when osamu sees your face, contorted in pain and disgust, his mood gets all sour and he takes the plate away saying, "i get it. ya don't like ma food anymore." pouty baby.

you've started staying up way too long ever since kozume kenma became a permanent fixture in your life. you like to see him game and stream from the bed as you do your own thing. it's always nice to see him so comfortable and in his element. but your favorite part of living with him are the home movie dates! you order a lot of food and kenma doesn't stream that night, and you both watch movies all night long. and somehow in the morning you're wrapped around his torso, and he wakes you up with a smile. "ready for breakfast, babe?"

#valeriwa. writes #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #gn!reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #bokuto koutaro #miya osamu #kozume kenma #osamu imagines #bokuto drabbles #kenma x reader #haikyuu various #hq fluff

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o2amu · 2 years

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HQ BOYS AS THINGS MY CRUSH DOES :>

-> suna will ask you the most random and sometimes the most out of pocket questions ever just to get a reaction out of you and he’ll watch your expressions change from the corner of their eyes with a smirk on his face.

-> atsumu could ramble on about any given topic in the entire universe and generally can hold a pretty good conversation. not that you mind anyway because you find it cute seeing him engaged in the most random topics ever.

-> akaashi bends down to bring his ear closer to your mouth whenever he can’t quite make out what you’re saying. hitting you with a soft “hm?” or “i’m sorry” while bringing his face down closer to you.

-> bokuto immediately offers to carry anything that’s remotely heavy and sometimes just subconsciously reaches for the object out of your hands without even realizing he’s doing so.

-> sakusa asks how your day’s going or how your week went and definitely expects a full-on, in-depth description of what you did or what made you happy/upset, all of the above! not that he intends on being nosy or annoying, but because he genuinely is interested and wants to know if you’re doing okay.

-> osamu asks the hard-hitting questions in attempts to get to know you better. he doesn’t care if you find it annoying or weird at all, he just likes hearing you talk and getting to know the little things about you.

-> kuroo is weirdly, incredibly attentive and will remember a story you told him almost a year ago. you briefly listed a few of your favorite artists and several months later, he’ll mention those artists, catching you off guard as you definitely did not expect him to remember such a trivial detail about yourself.

#this layout is so boring sorry </3 #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #hq headcanons #suna rintaro headcanons #osamu miya headcanons #miya atsumu x reader #miya osamu x you #suna rinatro

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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house husband osamu who has a busy s/o that is a ceo , so he’s always on top of shit at home

he’s so put together. when you’re off the work early in the morning he’s dressing to open up the restaurant , your lunch already on the marble counter of your house . you smile softly , climbing the stairs happily to plant the most wet, disgusting kiss on his face with a little , ‘ thank you, hubby ‘ that could make him marry you all over again</333

samu is very busy during work hours especially during the holidays when your office is busy, because of all the holiday jobs. even in this circumstance he texts you a small ‘ you doing alright there boss?’ or ‘how’s work gorgeous?’ every couple hours. if you’re having a shitty day, he flunks a little and hides in his little room to call you. he’ll listen, cuss out any assholes and share your anger because how DARE they make your life harder?

when the restaurant is quiet, osamu is able to visit you at the office. he sits in your huge chair until you’re done with your rounds, you come in to see him attempting to be all attractive on the table. he moved when he heard the click of your formal shoes. he’s on his side, one leg down and the other above it, and his head rested in a palm. he wiggles his brows at you, “lookin’ sexy there, ceo.” he drawls. you scoff and shove him, he gasps and pretends to be hurt. when you hug him you can still smell the smokiness of salmon and earthiness of nutmeg, the most comforting scents to you.

at home, he’s absolutely menacing. he loves spending time with you in silence, but sometimes he randomly starts playing the CORNIEST MUSIC [ for reference] and starts sexy dancing. or he tries to. he points at you, lip syncs at you, sometimes he even makes you dance with him. he cooks with you while music plays in the back, and he can’t help but feel so at home when you two make something beautiful together. [ yes. he made a kid joke.]

house husband osamu is your best friend, husband, chef, everything. EVERYTHING.

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emmyrosee · 2 months

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angst, you say?

Like, I am sorry to inform you, but when you and Osamu break up, he can no longer see or make or think about your favorite foods.

Your favorite Onigiri? Not on the menu anymore.

It’s a bizarre recipe too. One he made for you by accident, one you insisted on trying while he was testing new flavor combinations. It was a pain to make, hard to replicate, but for you, he’d do anything, absolutely anything to make you smile.

Now that you’re gone, he saves himself to consistent heartache in making it, taking it off the menu in hopes to combat the sight of you, pleading him to make it, jutting your lip out and clasping your fingers together while he looks you up and down in amusement. Now that you’re gone, he saves himself the trouble of tears stinging his eyes of the memories swirling in his head of you, sitting on the counter as he makes it at home, sneaking bites of rice from him when he’s turned around, only to act like you never did it.

It was on the menu for years. Only one person ordered it consistently. You.

So it’s completely normal why he bites his thumb nail as this damn seven year old, seemingly fresh out of a dance recital comes in, hands and chin hooked on the counter as her mother orders food, asking about her favorite onigiri no longer being served.

“Sorry, Miss, we haven’t had that on the menu in months-“

“But you’ve gotta make it!” She pouts. “I always get it after my dance recitals! It’s my favorite…”

“Yumei, don’t be rude!” Her mother scolds.

Osamu takes a deep breath in and rolls his shoulders, smiling softly at the young girl.

“Maybe I can whip one up. Just for you.” He leans slightly over the register, “but don’t tell anyone, okay?”

She gasps excitedly and bounces on the balls of her feet, squeaking out a “thanks, mister!” as her mother pays.

It kills him as he puts the order into the system for the cooks to make. It kills him as the cooks look at him like he’s got five heads, “we uh… we don’t know how to make this, Miya.”

“That’s alright,” he chokes, swallowing thickly. “Just watch the register.

“I’ll take care of it.”

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kairismess · 4 months

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⋆⁺₊❅⋆ holiday headcanons event !!

day 2.2: ice skating with the miya twins ⛸️

🍰 genre: fluff !! ✒️ word count: 568 💭 summary: learning how to ice skate with the miya twins ⛸️ 📣 thanks for requesting anon! if you'd like to request any other prompt for any other character, please refer to my holiday headcanons event and send me an ask!

whenever you and osamu go on the ice alone together, just talking and gliding on the ice, nothing too fancy–atsumu goes out of his way to surprise you both and interrupt your alone time together.

"hey! don't forget about me!" he chimes in with a chuckle, making osamu roll his eyes, unsurprised that he wants your attention, too. he hits the back of his head, making him groan in slight pain. "i think i forgot who the hell you were for a minute there," the gray haired twin muttered, making the honey blonde twin grit his teeth.

"did all that bumping on the ice mess up yer brain or somethin'?" "probably not, yer just too annoyin' for me to pay heed to."

as tensions grew between them, you put yourself in the middle of their squabbling and held their hands with yours, smiling sweetly. "you two better not fight this time, or i'll leave you two here to deal with each other, i deserve a break from your stupid arguing, y'know," you beamed in a creepily delightful voice, making the twins gulp in fear, listening to you and nodding in obedience at behaving themselves.

after a while, atsumu wanted to show off to you a new trick he 'learned' (more like tried to imitate from the other skaters after seeing it only once). after jumping, he landed on his chest when he fell, a gracefully ungraceful fall, making osamu stifle a laugh; a smile tugging at the corners of his, and your own, lips.

atsumu grunted as osamu glided over, extending a hand to him, with the atsumu glaring at him a lottle before taking his hand, only for osamu to let him down, making his twin fall on his chest once more. "oops, butterfinge–" osamu was cut off from his teasing when his brother gripped his arm and dragged him down onto the ice with him, making him thud the same way he did.

"oops, guess i'm just too strong," atsumu gloated, looking over at you. despite his pitiful condition, he was indeed pretty strong, even you had to admit it; but right now, you just didn't know what to do to straighten these twins up so they'd stop bickering or competing against each other for one day.

"...i'll give you both kisses if you stop acting like brats," you offered, making them both perk their heads up, their eyes widening and their cheeks flushed with red and pink hues. "y'would?!" they both exclaim, with you nodding and smiling slightly.

you tried to help them both up, but of course–the miya brats will be brats–they wanted to tease you a little and refused to budge, making you fall over trying to help them up. however, you landed in both of their arms, their faces looking down at you as you looked up into theirs, your face heating up at the proximity and gesture. "yer cute, but even cuter up close," osamu pointed out, blushing. "yer like... an angel," atsumu chimed in, grinning.

looks like you weren't going to catch a break from these bratty twins... but, as long as they keep up this gentlemanly act–mwah, mwah; you gave the two of them a kiss on the cheek, warming up their faces and bodies to the point that they were now flustered, pink doofuses, grinning and eyes wide as they held you with shaky hands on the ice.

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kissagii · 2 years

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𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 - 𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦 𝕞𝕚𝕪𝕒 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

summary: for some unfathomable reason, osamu decided that he'd rather spend his time at the national volleyball teams' party catering instead of celebrating. so as the two of you spend hours together in the kitchen, he can't help but think you're the closest he has to a plus-one.

reader is gender neutral so anyone can enjoy (they/them used once)

warnings: a decent bit of cursing, food & eating

You considered yourself decently strong, so you grabbed two chafing dish trays from the back of the Miya family's minivan and carried them into the party venue's kitchen. Carrying them one at a time would have been smarter, but time was tight and you could handle two of them. You set them down quickly, escaping the heat that began to seep through the fabric cushions on your hand.

Back at the van, your classmate and cooking partner was hefting up a precariously tall stack of trays, leaning them against his chest as he began to make his way to the doorway. You held it open for him, watching in amazement as his large arms held up the stack with ease. Four trays. Four damn trays. He's gotta be insane.

"Showoff. You'd better not drop those," You said as he walked away, feigning a lack of awe. Though really, you wouldn't mind if he did it again, allowing you to catch another glimpse of his corded arms. It wasn't fair, you thought, that he could be so good at cooking and athletic at the same time. Not to mention that he had a nice face.

Oh god, [name], now's not the time to be ogling the pretty volleyball boys. Save it for later, there are plenty of others and you won't be stuck in a room with them all night. You chastised yourself for letting your thoughts wander from the task at hand. It was silly, you admitted, to be crushing on your undeniably attractive classmate and cooking partner, but it wasn't your fault he happened to be the exact definition of your type.

You grabbed another pair of trays, the last two in the van, and made the short trip back to the kitchen. You took a better look at it this time - the ample space with minimal appliances clearly made for catering. The left counter had already become cramped with your supplies, but the other two were blissfully empty. At the very least you'd have enough space to work.

"Let's get started then," He said tersely. "I'll take the shiozake, can you start with the negi miso?"

It wasn't long before you could hear the clamor building outside the kitchen, with only a metal screen between you and the growing party. When you first arrived only the setup crew had been there, but the variety of voices you could now hear told you that at least one team had arrived.

The kitchen, however, remained mostly silent. Every once in a while you'd ask one another for an ingredient or supply, but that was the extent of it.

"Y'know what, fuck it, this silence is awkward. Mind if I play some music?" Osamu asked, moving towards the sink to wash the sticky rice off of his hands.

"Yeah, go ahead. I'll listen to anything," You said. Though, in all honesty, you had your particular music tastes, part of you wanted to know what sort of music Osamu liked.

"Oh, great, I'll just... put on my usual playlist then," Osamu took his phone out of his backpack, fumbling with the screen for a moment before his music app started working. He hadn't brought a speaker, so he put the phone on an empty patch of counter.

The first sound that came out of it was an advertisement. More specifically, the exact same advertisement that had followed you around spotify for the past week or so.

"Broke bitch," you said jokingly as you continued work on the rice balls, forming some while others grilled.

"It's a responsible financial decision," Osamu replied with a sharp sarcasm, a breathy laugh escaping his lungs.

"Yeah, ok, sure. But I swear if I hear that ad one more time I'm just going to cave and deal with paying it."

The loathed advertisement came to an end, and the first song began. You'd recognize that slightly muffled drumbeat anywhere.

"Osamu... is that... Wildest Dreams?" You asked hesitantly.

"Shit- uh- that's uh...." Osamu moved to skip the song, but he had already begun work on the onigiri and the rice coated his fingers. Instead he settled for a disgruntled (and slightly embarrassed) huff.

"Oh my god, you're a swiftie," You said between laughs.

"I- hhhhhhh. I know it's weird. Laugh all you want," He grumbled, cheeks pinkened.

"No no, it's not that, it's so unexpected but it makes so much sense- Not gonna lie, it's adorable," The laughs continued to rack your body, the cheesy romantic song in the background such a precious contrast to your co-chef's moody exterior.

"Shut yer trap," Osamu mumbled, turning away from you with a childish pout.

While the rest of his music was more of what you had expected for a guy like him, you didn't pay much attention to it. The two of you talked too much for the music to matter.

When it came time to serve dinner, you were more disappointed than you should have been. I'm here to share food with people, I love sharing food with people, so why am I so bothered?

The volleyball boys were... interesting. To say the least. Some of them far too energetic for your tastes, others looked as if they were about to fall asleep any moment. Most were far taller than you, and nearly all of them did a double-take when they noticed you serving food. After all, very few of them would have seen you before, and those that did were unlikely to have remembered you.

The onigiri trays emptied surprisingly fast. With the few other foods set up on tables outside, you began pulling the empty metal sheets back into the kitchen for cleanup.

"So, 'Samu, this is yer plus-one, eh?" The cocky voice was one you knew well enough - Atsumu, the popular and, frankly quite annoying, twin brother of the boy you'd spent the entire afternoon cooking with.

"I think they'd prefer assistant chef," Osamu replied blandly with just a hint of sharp distaste for his brother.

"Well I think since you've locked yerself in the kitchen all day it might as well be a date," Atsumu teased, "It's like you'd rather spend time with your assistant chef than with the rest of us."

"Shut it, 'Tsumu. Unlike you, [name] is actually a decent person," Osamu spat, dramatically pulling down the metal screen between the kitchen and hall. It hit the blonde atop the head (not too hard, you hoped) and he recoiled backward with an offended face.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Atsumu's voice was muffled by the metal but still clearly audible, "Enjoy your date~"

Osamu shot a glare in his brother's general direction before turning back to his work washing the rice-coated utensils.

"So I'm just a 'decent person,' huh?" You asked, leaning leisurely against the sink, mindlessly fiddling with the dish towel.

"Well, I'd've been nicer, but that woulda given 'Tsumu the wrong idea," Osamu said quietly, scrubbing with a determined fervor.

"The wrong idea... how?"

"First off he'd've taken anything short of insulting as an ego boost, he always does. Or he might've thought... that we were together."

"Oh."

You cursed yourself for such a simplistic response, but your thoughts were racing too fast to put together anything more coherent. Atsumu thinking we're together is bad... does he actually not like me? No, he probably just sees me as a friend. Damn.

"Well, for the record, I think you're pretty great," After a moment you fumbled the words out of your mouth. 'Pretty great' was a terrible understatement - you thought he was amazing, wonderful, so funny and talented and handsome.

"Yeah, you too," He murmured. How strange it was to hear Osamu, usually so outspoken, being quiet. Almost... shy.

"And, well, while assistant chef is a nice title and all... I wouldn't mind being your plus-one either." Your words were nearly drowned out by the running water, hesitant but entirely sure of what you meant. The whole evening had made you realize how much you were into Osamu, his immaculate sarcasm and love of food, the dry but entertaining banter over stupid things. Maybe he had been flirting. Maybe he hadn't. There was no way to know.

"I think I'd like that too." Osamu looked over at you with a shy smile, cheeks tinged with red, dropping the dishes in his hands.

"You're so fucking adorable," You said with a little laugh, the warm flush building in your own face. Holy shit. This is actually going well.

Osamu snatched the towel from your hands, drying off his hands and forearms. "Can I like... hug you? Is that okay?"

You skipped over a verbal response, choosing to throw yourself at him instead, wrapping your arms around his broad torso. He was warm, comforting, and the perfect height for hugs. Gently, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, placing his chin on top of your head in an a silly, condescending way.

"You're such a dork, Osamu."

"And you like it."

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romiyaro · 2 years

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ꜱɪʟʟʏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ (ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ)

atsumu | oikawa | iwaizumi | bokuto

Miya Osamu always thought that, if he ever got into a relationship, he would be the cool and calm type of boyfriend. The one who's always chill and comes off a bit detached.

But just one month into the relationship with you, Miya Osamu shamefully admits that he suffers from an acute condition of incurable grabby hands.

Yes, grabby hands.

And now that you both are married, this condition has spiralled out of control, morphing into a sort of adorable clinginess. Now he cannot have a good day if it doesn't start with waking up to groping you. Osamu believes you are his lucky sign. As long as he has you he will be fine.

But you know better than that. All of these excuses were his ways of finding reasons to come hug you. But these days the man isn't bothered to even cover up his clinginess.

'What? I'm being clingy? Suck my dick I'm yer husband.'

But he's particularly clingy when he's upset; or has something on his mind.

Like now. It's very difficult to not burn the omelettes you are frying when you have a koala of a man clinging to your behind. Osamu is very comfortable right now. He's set a chair right behind you and is seated there with his arms wrapped around your waist and face pressed to your ass.

You shake your ass, trying to shove him off. But Osamu just grunts and bites into the plush of your buttcheek.

It's almost painful. But not quite.

"What's got you moping like that, Samu?" You ask, flipping the omelet. Yep, it was burnt. You can feel the pout adorning Osamu's face as you switch off the gas stove. Turning around you cup his face in your palms, pushing his chin up to make him meet your eyes.

"Atsumu said my onigiris taste like shit."

Ouch. That was brutal. You and Atsumu both knew how very conscious Osamu was with feedback on his onigiris. And that was very asshole-ish of Atsumu.

You dramatically gasp, lamely trying to comfort Osamu, "Atsumu knows what shit tastes like? Hmm, probably yes. No wonder he spouts so much shit all the time." You ruffle his hair, pushing it away from his forehead as you adore his face now sporting a smile.

Osamu chuckles, nudging his face into your stomach, "Funny how that's exactly what I told him."

"Hell yeah. We won't let him taste a single onigiri until he washes his mouth off all that shit then."

His embrace turns impossibly tighter as he mutters, "I told him that too."

yep. family bonding at the cost of miya atsumu never backfires~

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rinslove · 2 years

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RANDOM HUSBAND TEXTS

pairing: osamu miya x gn!reader

warnings: strong language, pet names (1x sweetheart), one of them is a bit angsty.

autumn's note: the series is back! thought it was time i gave attention to osamu since i only ever give it to atsumu 💀

#haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu smau #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu crack #haikyuu angst #miya osamu x y/n #miya osamu x gn reader #miya osamu x you #miya osamu x reader #osamu x you #osamu x reader #osamu x gn reader #osamu x y/n #osamu miya smau #osamu smau

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astyrial · 8 months

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wholly and undeniably osamu miya x gn!reader (friends to lovers) synopsis: a time of romantic confessions word count: 1k warnings: i kind of hate it :/, oblivious reader for sure masterlist | requests are open

the same rhythmic knock at the door sends you running from your kitchen. one sock on, the other left behind by the kitchen island. with one hand you unlock the front door, the other grabbing a pair of sensible shoes. without even opening the door yourself you make a break back towards the kitchen.

as you run down the hall, osamu opens the front door, his eyebrow raised in curiosity. all he catches is the sight of you turning the corner. he shakes his head, his eyes rolling as he makes his way towards you, "what if i was a murderer or something?"

you peer around the corner, your head tilted in disappointment, "you mean at this point you don't recognize my own specific knocking? or the weight that i typically put in it? i thought we were best friends!”

"of course i recognize your knocks. but maybe i had a murderer with me..."

"you would've changed up the knock then. or it would've been more frequent, i don't know. besides all that, you're early," you being to tie the running shoes, your eyes peering up at the cook, who looks over at the oven clock.

he sets down a bag he was carrying, that went unnoticed by before his action. "it's 1:10, we said one o'clock, but i knew you would be late so i got here late and you're still getting ready," osamu opens up the bag, grabbing out a piece of onigiri for you as you finish tying the other shoe.

you grab the food from his hand, signing a small thank you with your hand with your mouth full. with a smile on your face after finishing the delicious food, you shrug, “okay, so technically you were late, which isn’t much better. i’m really not going to lie, you should work on your time management.”

“you’re unbelievable, i bring you food to hold you over and then you start telling me that i’m late?” osamu stuffs the bag into your trash, rolling his eyes.

you grab your wallet, turning back to osamu, “i’m joking with you. mostly because i would never say anything to jeopardize this great relationship we’ve got going on here.”

“i’m leaving you here, i’m going without you. that last walk was our last one ever because now i know i’m just used for food,” he turns away from you, his lips turned into a dramatic frown, “you’re just like my brother.”

with a dramatic gasp of your own, shaking your head. when he looks back at you, you’re already walking towards the front door, your hand twisting the handle. “i love us joking like this, but, never compare me to atsumu again. i can’t handle it. it’s like being compared to baboon.”

“this is why we’re… friends,” osamu walks past you and out the door. you follow with a crooked smile on your face, knowing that the man you love (extremely romantically platonically), loves you too (very romantically platonically).

it doesn’t take long for the two of you to get into your weekly rhythm. him bumping into you, you then shoving him, which doesn’t do a whole lot. but it brings a cocky smile to his face that warms you to very soul. even his ears move a little as the chef looks away, his smile turning into one that’s giddier.

and that’s how the two of you have always, and will always be… until you’re still out taking a stroll as the sun starts to fall from the sky. the leaves finally beginning to fall as the autumn season approaches. osamu’s jacket is zipped up and keeping you warm after you rejected the idea that you would be cold.

he offered it to you mere moments ago, his soft smile making its way to his face. and it sends even more chills down your spine because it reminds you that he loves you entirely, but platonically. so, you keep staring forward, your ears tuned out as you attempt to keep it together.

when you finally do look over at osamu, his eyebrows are lowered, his lips closed tight. “are you okay?” osamu brings his hand up, letting it rest on the lower of your back.

a twist of electricity shoots up your body, your mind suddenly blanking. what do you say to him, to a man that probably doesn’t feel the same way for as you feel for him. “yeah, of course i’d be okay. just thinking about you comparing me to atsumu again. which low blow, really-“

“stop trying to speed talk your way out of this. and i compared you to him because you were acting annoying like he always is. but at least when you are, i actually don’t hate it! so just tell me what’s going on, because i care for you!”

you groan, leaning your head back, unsure how to tell him you love him without ruining everything you built together. “i care for you too, osamu! that’s what makes this so stupid! i care for you in ways you will never understand and honestly i feel stupid for even bringing this up!”

it doesn’t take more than five steps before osamu reaches out to you, his fingers tugging on yours. they feel soft, despite the amount of work and activities he’s done through the world, “what you feel for me is never stupid! mostly because i am in love with you!”

“in love with me?” you shout back, nearly forgetting what you were in saying due to the intense amount of shock.

“yes, in love with you! i didn’t know how or when to tell you, but yes. i have been in love with you for years and will probably be in love with you for years. in short, yes,” osamu closes his eyes, unable to look you in yours due to the confession he himself just made.

you hold his hand tighter, “so… what are we now then? because i’m wholly and undeniably in love with you too osamu miya.”

#osamu miya #miya osamu #osamu miya x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu #miya osamu x reader #x gn!reader #friends to lovers

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himbofan · 2 years

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First kiss headcanons with Haikyuu!! boys

wow two posts in one day who am i 😳

this was a request by @culpa-fate <3 tysm for the cute request! i hope you enjoy :)

cw: fluff, kissing, gn reader

characters: bokuto, osamu, kenma, oikawa

wc: 700ish

Bokuto Kotaro

i feel like a first kiss with kotaro would be clumsy and awkward, but in the sweetest way

he would be so excited to kiss you that he would miss and only kiss your upper lip, probably clash teeth a little bit

you both pull back and look at each other for a second before breaking out into laughter

god if you could capture his face at that moment; flushed, wide-eyed, and practically oozing with adoration for you

he would insist that he needs more practice, so he’ll keep asking you to kiss him over and over

you can feel his smile against your lips as you kiss him again and again

he’s trying to play it off as being his usual goofy self, but you can feel his heart beating hard and fast under his chest

he will request a kiss before every game now (even practice matches) just ‘for luck’

in reality he just can’t get enough of you and wants to kiss you 24/7 (please let him)

Miya Osamu

a first kiss with osamu would be super romantic

the setting would be perfect, a nice picnic at sunset with food made by him

he would be the type to take it slow, bringing a hand up to your face and caressing your cheek before kissing you softly and sweetly

and then immediately ruining the mood by blowing a fat raspberry on your cheek

i’m just imagining the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles, watching you get after him for ruining the mood, but the smile on your face tells him you’re not really mad

he makes it up to you by kissing you on both cheeks, and then planting an overly dramatic ‘mwah’ on your lips

he didn’t think he could fall in love any more than he already had, but when he sees your blushing and smiling face he knows he’s wrong 🥺

mom help i think i fell in love with a block of text 😭

Kozume Kenma

a first kiss with kenma would be hesitant and shy at first, he doesn’t know where to put his hands or how long he should kiss you

his whole face would be red, averting eye contact but still refusing to let go of your hands

he finally lifts his head to look at your face and oh no you’re so pretty and cute and perfect aaaaand he’s blushing again

but he slowly gets the hang of things and kisses you again more properly and confident this time, putting his hands around your waist

run your fingers through his hair while you’re smooching and he will melt 😩

big fan of body kisses; shoulders, hands, foreheads, you name it

he will ask for a kiss in nonverbal ways, like hugging you from behind and draping himself over you

if he’s playing a game and beat a level/boss, he’ll just turn and look at you, asking silently for a reward

please give it to him 🥺

Oikawa Tooru

a first kiss with tooru would be intimate and tender, but not too serious

he would try to make it as perfect as possible, creating a romantic atmosphere and making sure you’re alone

caressing your face with one hand and the other holding yours, he leans in slowly…

only to be interrupted by his phone ringing, the one thing he forgot to address in his master plan 😭

poor guy would probably be so embarrassed, just laugh it off and tell him it’s okay and he’ll fall in love with you even more

you can practically feel the smile on his lips when you kiss him for the first time, he can’t help himself from smiling because he is completely smitten 🥰

immediately pulls you in for a hug, squishing your face against his chest so you can’t see how red his face is

later he’ll fuss at iwaizumi for calling him (to which he responds “you shoulda just muted your phone dumbass how is that my fault”)

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