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somepinkthing · 2 months
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Furudate made the post timeskip teams with comedy in mind. They said what is the funniest groups of ppl I can put together? And then did it. And then put yaku in a russian mob boss suit just to sprinkle that in
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awaari · 1 year
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It’s the Year of the Rabbit so decided to show what my 12 years old self can do 
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freakurodani · 9 months
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what if we start a trend where we draw ourselves with our faves like we just went to a game and were at the meet and greet?
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qtipcottonbuds · 1 year
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𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍 '𝟮𝟮 ; 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝘼𝙏𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙐 [SEMI-PUBLIC + CLOTHED SEX]
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jealous atsumu when someone won’t take no for a answer for yous lot tbh i rushe dthis o balls
warnings ;; possible mild language, jealousy, jealous sex, semi-public sex, clothed sex (sort of), humiliation and slight degradation, rough-ish sex, atsumu is vulgar in this i apologize etc
by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.
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𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗠𝗨 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;
“C’mon, answer it. Wouldn’t wanna keep him waitin,’ sweetheart, would ya?”
The mobile phone continues to buzz atop the bedside table, vibrating against the wood; and it’s irritating, grating at his ears, but more than anything, the bright screen flashing intermittently with both the number, and their name, is what gets Atsumu the most. Always ringing near enough to every hour of everyday - you were too soft, too sweet, brushing them off gently - you didn’t want any confrontation. But, Atsumu knew, he knew first hand their intentions.
It was far from innocent.
Keening into his hand, muffling your whines, you insistently shake your head back at him - maybe if he was in your position, Atsumu would consider responding in the same manner you just had. Resisting initially, and attempting to shrug his palm firmly situated across your lips off to stop him; it was adorable, the eagerness of your will to fight back, to push him off. Yet, only to relax in the said hold, complacent and pliable with each roll of his hips, slow and methodical, sinking deeper, kissing your insides. A perverse pacifier.
(People aren’t kind, and Atsumu is far from kind).
“Well, if you ain’t gonna do it, I’ll do it for ya.”
Leaning downwards and grasping onto the mobile, Atsumu swipes across the call button allowing it to connect; a smile, plastered with ill-intent, on his lips. His gaze is heavy, holding your own, and he can tell you hate it. The helplessness, the fear - a restrained pleading to stop - if anything, it was fueling the fire further.
“So, yer the so-called colleague, yeah? Workin’ with them on that project,'' a hum, masked with civility, “What’s with the confusion, m’sure ya know who I am, right? Most people do, when they listen. Are ya any good at listenin?’ Takin’ in information?”
Easing his grasp across your mouth, patting the side of your cheek affectionately, Atsumu rolls his hips yet again, languidly, the fat glans of his cock angling in such a way you abruptly arch up into the touch, your thighs parting wider, almost eagerly. 
“Good, good. I like t’hear that. Love it when people listen, ya’know, makes ya feel heard. Seen. Anyway; I know all about ya. My sweetheart, pretty thing, too nice, too soft - just can’t be mean - but, I can. They told me everythin’. Askin’ ‘em for a date, not leavin’ ‘em alone, even when they said no. That they’ve got a boyfriend. Ya’know what no means, don’t ya?”
Sliding in with an audible squelch, he continues, tutting at the whine you let out.
“Y’wanna know why they were takin’ so long to respond, why they weren’t pickin’ up? ‘Cause we were fuckin,’” the audible spluttering on the other end of the receiver has Atsumu questioning how long he can maintain this facade, playing civil, when he’d rather lay them flat out cold, “I bet, you’ve thought about fuckin’ em too. Haven’t you? Creamin’ yourself over the thought of it, doing sappy shit. I can’t blame ya, I’m the same; but the difference is, I’m the one actually doing it - ya wanna hear it? A little ASMR for ya.”
Thumbing across the circular icon of the ‘speaker’ button, he repositions the mobile directly above the base of his cock, coated in a creamy ring, before dragging his cock back out, resting at the fat slit with a squelch!
Atsumu goes to respond, a petty remark on his lips, but the dial tone that cuts through the line confirms everything.
“I fuckin’ thought as much. Now, where were we, sweetheart?”
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willowfolksong · 2 years
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Hi i just discovered your blog and your writing is so amazing and fluffy! I'm not sure if you're taking requests right now but if you do can i request a cute scenario where kageyama+hoshiumi and atsumu+hinata (not as couples btw they all have their own spouses) team up to dress their babies in their respective jerseys and organize a mini competion like see whose kid crawl faster or something like that lol. If that's too chaotic you can just do kageyama and hinata because i know they'd absolutely compete with their kids while their spouses are shaking their heads lovingly in the background 😂
MSBY Jackals against Adlers. Baby edition 🍼
- Atsumu Miya x Reader | Kageyama Tobio x Reader | Hoshiumi Kourai x Reader | Hinata Shoyo x Reader. Implied: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader
Plot: The guys put their kids in a mini race against one anothers, in mini t-shirt versions of their teams.
- SFW
a/n: hiiiiii @leuyen2004 !!!! so sorry for the late response! I absolutely adored your request!!! One of the most wholesome ones I've ever gotten 🥺🥺🥺♥️ I hope you like it!!! and thank you much for your words, you're so sweet!!
Love,
Willow ☀️
(Requests are currently closed, but I'll let you know as soon as they open ☀️)
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This is it. Finally, the most important and decisive match against the Addlers and the MSBY Jackals.
One that could change sport's history.
"Alright, let's do this!" Atsumu yells, and places his kid on the ground. The little toddler of only two years looks around, at the other babies that form a perfect — for now, at least— line, and then proceeds to stick his entire left fist on his mouth "No don't do that" Atsumu says, squatting down beside him "Don't eat your hand. It's match time!"
"That's because his teeth are coming out" Kageyama explains, looking smug. His own kid looks at him curiously, before leaning his little head full of dark hair against his leg, clearly in search of a quick nap "My son has all his teeth out already"
Hinata snorts and blows a raspberry at his former teammate, now on a rival team "What's your kid? A shark? That can't be!"
"Shut up you know nothing!" Kageyama yells.
"I literally have a little girl of my own! What are you talking about?" Hinata says, rolling his eyes and rocking his little girl back and forth "Right, princess?"
"Alright, let's do this!" Hoshiumi finally snaps, clapping his hands. His little girl on the ground looks ready to start crawling, and Hoshiumi actually has to stop her from starting to move "Or are you all really that scared of my girl?"
"Fine, fine" Atsumu nods "Come on!"
🍼 When Hoshiumi finally gives the signal, only his little girl moves. A small, little bolt of energy with a puff of white hair on top of her little head. She starts crawling forward with all her might, only to stop short, look back at his father, and automatically turn back around.
🍼 They all decide it's best to use something that can motivate the babies to crawl forward, and so go looking for their toys.
🍼 All the babies are, of course, dressed in miniature versions of their teams shirts.
🍼 Once the toys are in place, the parents get their kids in position again.
🍼 When Hoshiumi gives the signal this time, all the babies start moving forward, except Kageyama's boy, who's already sleeping against his father's leg.
🍼 "Hah! Your kid is so gonna lose!" Hinata screams, pointing at the sleeping toddler, and the clapping at his little girl "You go princess!"
🍼 "Shut up you stupid idiot!" Kageyama yells back, bending down "You're gonna wake him up!" then he gently picks up his kid, moving his head so it can rest on his shoulder "Hey, are you that tired? Maybe I should take you to your mom..."
🍼 Atsumu's boy suddenly stops in the middle of the mini race, and looks back at his father, just as Hoshiumi's girl had done before. Suddenly finding himself too far away from him, his eyes fill with tears and he starts crying uncontrollably.
🍼 Atsumu tries to encourage him to keep crawling forward, suddenly panicking a bit.
"Don't cry! Don't cry!" he says, slowly walking towards his kid.
"It doesn't counts if you help him move!" Hoshiumi tells him, keeping a close eye to his girl "Come on! Let's beat this guys!"
Atsumu kisses his little boy cheeks and ruffles his hair, trying to calm him down a bit "Come on, come on, please stop cryin'. Your mom will kill me if she sees you cryin'"
"Maybe he's hungry" Hinata pipes up, making Kageyama snort.
"Hey, go feed your kid or something"
🍼Both Hinata and Hoshiumi's girls are the only ones that keep pushing forward by then, on a clear intent to reach their favorite plushies, while both dads cheer them on excitedly, hoping to bring victory home for their team.
🍼 It's a close race, with Hinata's baby girl giggling as she moves, and Hoshiumi's daughter crawling forward with the same energy his father always has.
🍼 Then, when they're almost about to reach their respective toys, a side door opens, and both Ushijima and Kiyoomi emerge from it, making the toddlers stop short.
🍼 "What is this?" Ushijima asks, looking down at the babies, and then at the parents.
Kiyoomi makes a face behind him "You shouldn't let your kids crawl on the floor. What kind of parents are you?"
"Ignore them, baby girl!" Hoshiumi yells "Go get that teddy bear!"
🍼 But it's in vain, as both girls start crawling again, but this time towards the two men that just entered the room. Ushijima looks at them with the curiosity of someone who still doesn't has kids, while Kiyoomi slowly retreats back.
"I have a child too" he says, trying to keep his facemask in place "I shouldn't be getting near other kids, so I don't get their germs and infect mine"
"What the hell is your problem?" Kageyama angrily whispers "My child doesn't have any germs!"
🍼 Both babies end up being picked by Ushijima, and the race ends with no winners whatsoever.
"Babies are...interesting" Ushijima says, juggling one on each arm. "And this small t-shirts of our teams..."
"Aren't they so cute?" Atsumu asks, having finally managed to calm his baby "Mine is the cutest tho, of course. But still"
🍼 At the end, the mini match didn't had any winners, but it might have served to convince Ushijima to try and have his own child.
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chocopuchino · 3 months
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cw: SFW, FLUFF
BOKUAKA. BOKKUN AND MSBY <3 I made this in 20 mins, idk shit about motorcycles and streets in english so don't come at me pls (ducati bike looks good) and yes this is the elaboration for my biker bokuto koutarou thought ᕙ⁠(⁠ ⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠��⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠ ⁠)⁠ᕗ
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MSBY BJ at their prime locker talks but they're flexing their rides. Someone has a Ferrari, someone a Porsche, someone a Lamborghini and the list goes on, until a very intrigued Bokuto chimes in with a smirk, talking over.
"oh, you guys have cars? that's cool! I don't have one, 'cause I ride a motorcycle. :D"
The team immediately whips their head in disbelief to look at Bokuto, who's currently topless and confused at the stares.
"You... you have a motorcycle?" Sakusa asks with uncertainty, pointing a finger at him.
"Seriously, Bokkun? I don't believe ya one bit. You, out of everyone? No way," Atsumu laughs, pulling over a t-shirt on top of him.
"Woah, seriously Bokuto-san? You have a motorcycle? How come? We've never seen it, and we haven't seen you on it!" Hinata questions, and the whole team agrees.
In the span of a moment, from his overly big and messy gym bag, he pulls out a car— no, a key. A black, motorcycle key. with a smidge of red shaped like a shield at the top, silver borders with a strike in between, and the word DUCATI written neatly.
And as much as the men don't want to believe it, they're now suddenly faced to.
"Tadaa! Isn't she just gorgeous?" Bokuto exclaims proudly.
"Isn't... Akaashi-san a boy though?" Hinata asks confusedly.
Practice is over and they're all in front of the gym, seeing how Akaashi parks the bike in front of them, dusting his coat off and fixing his glasses as he makes his way towards him. He politely bows to them.
"Akaashi Keiji, editor in shonen manga magazines in a major publishing company. Bokuto-san had asked me to bring his bike over, so here it is." Akaashi greets calmly, glancing at everyone's faces, smiling a little at seeing Hinata.
"I-I meant the bike. Not Akaashi, but even though it's still true! both things. they're both gorgeous." Bokuto exclaims, hiding his embarrassment and stuttering, his cheeks warming up. He gently pecks Akaashi on the cheek, quite literally shocking the whole team (he forgot to tell them he's dating keiji) and asks once again.
"So, who wants a ride first !!?"
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"w-woah!! Bokuto-san, so fast!!!" Shoyo yells, clutching onto Bokuto even tighter. Bokuto leans front, increasing speed, fully focused on the road, not a single sound coming out of him. Shoyo's eyes sparkle at his energetic, loud and owl-like senpai, currently very quiet, serious and very cool looking.
After a quick round around a nearby highway, they're back again In front of the gym, the volleyball team surprised at seeing Shoyo in one piece. (bokuto obliged them to wait, akaashi kept them entertained.)
Shoyo gets off the bike, taking off the helmet, wobbly making his way to the men staring at him, arms dangling off his shoulders, almost able to puke. His hair is a mess after wearing the helmet, while Bokkun's hair looks even spikier. He grips on Atsumu's sleeve and almost collapses, clearing his throat and looking up at him— big shiny stars in his eyes.
"that was super cool!! You have to get on, Bokuto-san is an amazing driver!!! You might not believe me, but he was insanely quiet, he looked so cool and serious too!! I really, really didn't expect him to drive like that!!" Shoyo exclaims, looking over at the other men staring at him in disbelief.
Atsumu's eyes widen and he scoffs, taking Shoyo's hands off his sleeve, making his way towards owl head. "No way, Shoyo can't be serious? You? Quiet? Yeahhhhhhh... Can't believe 'at. Give me a ride and we'll see, yeah?"
the whole of MSBY rode Bokuto's bike that evening, and, never underestimated or didn't believe him ever again.
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Source: Google
I really love this picture! I wish I could find the artist to credit them because this picture is IT ✨
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eightpercentao3 · 4 months
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on april 7, 2013, eight percent of japan's population mutated into metahumans. out of that eight percent, only four men went on to become: the jackals. msby's elite and best group of superpowered agents.
thank you soooo much @h4mmiee for the wonderful art done for this universe!!!!
you can stream eight percent: here
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onceabluemoonwrites · 3 months
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I'm finally posting my piece from the @msbybjzine! A comedy piece about how Bokuto recruited Hinata! Atsumu may have misunderstood as well... 😂
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starglossie · 9 months
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CHAPTER SIX OF EIGHT PERCENT PREVIEW: 
“Yeah. You’re all Metas but that doesn’t automatically make you worse than me, or me better than you because I’m a human. We have the same flesh and bones. We’re breathing the same air. Hell, we just spoke for thirty minutes about our favorite bands and exchanged Spotify Playlists.” Iwaizumi gave a half-shrug, “Nothing about that sounds monstrous to me.”
Bokuto’s heart squeezed so tightly he feared it would burst out of his chest, bleed onto the floor, and cover him under a rush of … God. He doesn’t even know how to describe that. He inhaled sharply. The sound was barely audible. How long had it been since someone outside of their little world saw them as themselves? Not a Meta but as Bokuto, Hinata, Atsumu, Sakusa? How long had it been since he looked at someone in the eyes and didn’t see an immediate barrier built? One that screams: YOU ARE NOT WHAT I AM / AND I DO NOT WANT YOU NEAR ME. 
READ CHAPTER SIX HERE
READ FROM CHAPTER ONE HERE
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crazycoke-addict · 1 year
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Sakusa: I put the packet on the glass
Bokuto: What glass?
Sakusa: the little glass dish in the microwave.
Bokuto: got it
Sakusa: I close the door
Bokuto: which door?
Sakusa (getting frustrated): the door to the microwave!! What is wrong with you?!!
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qtipcottonbuds · 1 year
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𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍 '𝟮𝟰 ; 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙈𝙎𝘽𝙔 𝙅𝘼𝘾𝙆𝘼𝙇𝙎 [MORESOME + BUKKAKE]
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m actually really proud of this qofqown, it’s a mess, i had a bit more inspiration as i was a little burnt out >:(( but, i really hope i did i justice trying to work out the friggin positioning @lovinglyselfish​ dis one is for u stonks 
warnings ;; moresome, mild language, double penetration, slight praise kink with degradation, assisted masturbation, bukkake, cumplay, possibly cum eating, marking, slight voyeurism on behalf of one or two of the teammates, belly kink, belly bulge, cumflation sort of, i think thats it for now etc update !!! manager!reader etc
by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.
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𝗠𝗦𝗕𝗬 𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗔𝗟𝗦 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;
“You’re doing so, so well, baby. Servicing the team like this. Taking me, like this.”
Bokuto lies beneath you, on his back, flat atop the bed sheets. 
He’s leaving soft kisses across your temple, running a hand through your hair, threading fingertips through the messy tufts; and you, you’re slumped across his bare chest, fucked out of your mind, babbling incoherent nonsense into his skin. Bokuto can just about make out a few words in-between the slurring, the drawn out phrasing of ‘more, please.’ 
Each thrust, deep-seated and measured, nudges further and farther in, kissing your insides, rubbing up alongside gummy, ribbed walls - in tandem with Atsumu, situated behind you - fat glans, slits weeping, brushing and knocking up against one another.
Abruptly, Atsumu hauls you off from the comfort of Bokuto’s embrace, dragging you upwards by the back of your head. It’s harsh, carnal, and you’re left keening out from the sting. His fingers clench into your hair, tugging on the roots - but, it enables him to keep you stable against his own chest, neck arched, and hands loosely hanging at your sides.
“Messy thing, ain’t ya? An’ Bo, ya can’t hog ‘em all to yourself, sharin’ is carin’, yeah?”
Atsumu swipes the saliva, collecting in the divots of your lips, with his thumb; your chin is decorated in drool, glazing over the skin sloppily, and Atsumu holds his tongue, biting back any crude remarks - it wasn’t as if you were coherent to acknowledge his words. Cognitive functions, or what was left of them, had been rendered temporarily - you, having been reduced to a default of whimpering and airy whines.
“‘Sumu, they do need a little help, y’know? Considering how cock-drunk they are.”
Tilting your head, still lax in his hold, Atsumu guides you to face him, eyeing you carefully, “Ya still in there, ‘lil manager? Too much dick for ya to handle?”
The only response you offer, far from distinguishable, instead jumbled and blurred, is a whine of ‘no.’
You couldn’t even fully register his sentences.
Dismissing the pathetic attempt of an answer, he readjusts his grip in your hair with one hand, the other situated on your hip, Atsumu noses against your jugular, nipping and soothing at the inflamed skin, his eyes meeting with Hinata’s.
“Whaddya think, ‘Sho? Think they need more? Might make ‘em think a ‘lil more clearer.”
Taking the opportunity at the acknowledgement, Hinata wordlessly shoves himself into your chest, burying himself in the heated flesh; lips searching for your nipples, to suckle, to pinch at the buds with his canines, pulling them back and forth teasingly. Rendering them swollen and puffy. 
Fisting his cock, unrestrained and firmly, pulling at the skin, he guides the head of his cock, reddened and engorged, over the material of your loose fitting MSBY Jackals jersey (a personal anniversary gift into your first year of managing the team). It had been discarded onto your lap, caught in-between your thighs.
“Uh-huh, mh- give them more and more and more, Atsumu, wanna give them everything.” 
Whining high in his throat, Hinata muffles himself in your skin, the steady stream of thick pre-cum increasing in volume, bubbling over his slit.
“So needy; it’s embarrassing.” 
Pulling you from Atsumu’s grasp, now having relaxed entirely - his concentration now notably focused on the creamy ring coating both the head and base of his cock, being pushing back and forth with each roll of his hips - Sakusa, kisses you aggressively - there’s no implications of kindness in it whatsoever. It’s pure lust and nothing more.
Biting on your bottom lip, the skin breaking somewhat from the pressure, he takes the incentive to push forward, past your lips; said tongue slides across your teeth, brushing against the divots and crevices, before returning the focus towards your own tongue, sucking harshly. With his palm, Sakusa encases your own hand around his cock, guiding your thumb with his own, to dig into the fat slit, urging more pre-cum to bubble up.
“Hinata’s needy, but you, you’re pathetic,” its murmured, hushed against your lips as he pulls back momentarily, “A so-called, prime example of a manager; a pretty slut to be whored out to the whole team. Maybe, we should do this more often to keep you in check, what do you think?”
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leafington · 5 months
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Haikyuu !!
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shoyo hinata
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tobio kageyama
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ryunosuke tanaka
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yuu nishinoya
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kei tsukishima
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tadashi yamaguchi
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koshi sugawara
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daichi sawamura
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akiteru tsukishima
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tetsuro kuroo
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kenma kozume
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kiyoomi sakusa
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osamu miya
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atsumu miya
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ojiro aran
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shinsuke kita
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hitoka yachi
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kiyoko shimizu
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saeko ryunosuke
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toru oikawa
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hajime iwaizumi
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keiji akaashi
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koutaro bokuto
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wakatoshi ushijima
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satori tendou
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eita semi
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rintaro suna
pre-game snack!?
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throttlee · 4 months
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i love boyish things. msby team work 🫶
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baguantte · 3 months
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don't think ive ever drawn them together before
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eightpercentao3 · 5 months
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chapter one
eight percent | chapter one | ongoing
“We have insurance on this car, right?”
Atsumu's gaze flickered over to Hinata who’s smiling at him with this crazed look in his eyes. The same crazed look he always had right before he did something that would inevitably get him and the rest of the team in deep shit with Meian afterwards.
“I hate when you ask that,” Sakusa muttered darkly in the back, slinking into his seat. “Stop asking that. Actually, we should stop letting you be the one who drives on missions, period.”
“Kou’s license is suspended!” Hinata chirped, still wearing his electric grin. Atsumu could feel a migraine coming in hard and sharp. “And Atsumu sucks at Mario Kart so we don’t let him drive the real cars, remember?”
“There’s no correlation between the two!” Atsumu snapped. The summer heat seeped into the car, making the black kevlar of Atsumu’s shirt stick to his skin. He pushed his hair back, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“I’m getting it back next month!” Bokuto happily tacked on. Atsumu wondered if he could pay someone to keep Bokuto’s license suspended permanently.
His leader was brilliant on the field. But behind the wheel? Atsumu liked keeping his already very low odds of staying alive intact. Driving with Bokuto made those odds nearly non-existent.
read here.
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