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northofneverland · 2 years
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“Samu, it’s late. Let’s just warm something up from our fridge”, you suggest as you stumble in your heels, tripping over the length of your gown.
But Osamu doesn’t listen as he fumbles with the keys to the restaurant under your apartment, fidgeting with the lock till the door unlatches and creaks open. He turns to you, cheeks still flushed from the champagne you both indulged in earlier in the night, and brings you into his chest. Instinctively, your arms fall around his neck and he uses this moment to lift you up, carrying you across the threshold of his restaurant.
“But out of all nights, darling, tonight is a night we definitely shouldn’t be eating leftovers. You’re hungry; let me spoil you,” he replies, kissing your lips to prevent you from protesting.
Carefully weaving the two of you through his restaurant in the dark, he sets you down on a stool in front of the open onigiri bar before pushing into the kitchen and turning on the light. Slipping his familiar apron over his tux and sliding his baseball cap onto his head, he pulls out the necessary ingredients before he begins to form your favourite onigiri.
Tonight there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, replacing the usual conversations you tend to fall into as he makes you both dinner after the store closes. The glint of his new jewelry prompts him to look up at you instead of the food in his hands; instantly, he’s mesmerized. Your right cheek is resting on the table, your left hand in the air, as you watch the light catch on your diamond ring and the new gold band sitting flush below it. Your hair has started to fall out from the pins that were hiking it in place, your lipstick is smudged at the corners of your lips from stolen kisses, your dress is wrinkled from a night of dancing and yet, Osamu can’t help but think this is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked.
“Order for Mrs.Miya,” he says as he slides the plate of food across the counter to you. You swipe a rice ball off of the plate, grinning as you take a bite.
“You really didn’t have to make anything,” you mumble between chews before adding, “Mr. Miya.”
“You’re my wife; it’s my job to take care of you.”
“Say that again,” you ask, reaching for the other rice ball.
Osamu’s face scrunches in confusion, “it’s my job to take care of you?”
“No, Samu, the other part!”
Catching your drift, he begins to smirk as he watches you pout while you wait for him to repeat himself. Your childishness, he finds, is endearing and he chuckles softly to himself as he slides off his apron and takes off his hat. Instead of hanging his hat on the waiting hook next to him, he slides it onto your head, tipping the brim of the cap down so that you can’t see his reddening cheeks.
“You’re my wife,” he whispers as if it’s a sacred prayer for only you to hear. 
Osamu didn’t expect to spend his wedding night in his restaurant, but frankly, he couldn’t think of a better way to end the night. 
A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for way too long and I wanted it out. I will edit it later. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Osamu is the better Miya. 
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sapphicshav · 1 year
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── 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | haikyuu.
genre . . . sfw, fluff
characters . . . osamu & iwaizumi x gn! reader
note . . . repost from my old blog.
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OSAMU is the definition of a true gentleman. except all the chores to be done as soon as you get home from a long, hard day at work. you know what the best part is, you don’t even have to ask him to do it he just does because he’s hat sweet. the fridge is freshly stocked, cleaned and organised. every plate, bowl and cup that was piled up in the sink and covered in last night’s dinner, which he obviously helped cooked, was now put away in the cupboards where they belong. he genuinely doesn’t like the idea of you doing tasks alone unless you need to. cooking, cleaning, folding the laundry. he’d ready to accompany you whenever you need him. its always the “wait babe, i’ll help ya with that” or “stop let me do it instead”. samu shows his love for you by alleviating your stress and lightening your load with his assistance. let’s be real, who doesn’t want help from THE osamu miya.
IWAIZUMI adores your presence, especially when you two are alone. he believes that he is the luckiest man in the world because he has you by his side. even if you’re sat in complete silence, nothing but light breathing dancing around the room he appreciates the time you two spent together. he’ll give you his undivided attention whenever you need it. had a bad day at work? his phone is turned off and he’s ready to listen to vent to him about it. expect nothing but spontaneous trips with iwa. this man loves to surprise you with a quick getaway to escape from all your current troubles. he also loves trying new things with you, even if he knows he probably won’t like it. as long as its with you, nothing can seem as bad.
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thank you for reading, rbs are appreciated ♡︎
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fiflerovium · 1 year
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WIP
Android Osamu, something I've been working on over the past few days. I'm not really one for mech so I'm new to drawing this. In love with the brain rot I've had over him
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tooruhearts · 2 years
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16:44.
osamu really wants to kiss you right now.
→ feat. miya osamu || genres: uni!au, fluff || warnings: none
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osamu thinks there are things better left unsaid.
like how ugly atsumu’s hair was when he first dyed it, or how scary kita gets sometimes, or how annoying suna can be with his jokes.
or how much he wants to kiss you right now.
“samu?”
“yeah?”
“are you listening?”
the library is awfully quiet despite being a tuesday afternoon in the middle of exam season. the lights coming from the window illuminate your face softly, particularly adding a shine to the new lipgloss you're wearing today. it keeps catching his eye and it makes him wonder how a kiss from you would feel, if it would be cherry-flavored or if some of the gloss would be left on his own lips after.
"earth to osamu miya? helloo?"
"sorry, 'was just... thinkin' 'bout somethin'."
you look at him, eyes squinting, as if you're not convinced but you decide not to pry it further. you go back to your notes and osamu thinks you look cute like this, with your brows furrowed and mouth in a frown. and god, he has to remind himself to stop looking at your lips for the fifteenth time during this study session.
"should we go grab some somethin' to eat?" he suggests, but you're having none of it.
"samu, my midterm is in two days, i need to finish at least this unit."
"the unit can wait, ya need to chill for a bit."
osamu is lying. you're not the one needing to relax right now, he is the one. he is the one needing an excuse to go outside, to calm down, to stop thinking about how good your lips would feel on his, to stop thinking about how much he wants you. how much he wants to call you his.
"no, samu, we can grab food later. just let me finish this, okay?" you bat your eyelashes at him, and he's just about to lose it.
and honestly, at this point osamu doesn't care at all about your midterm and how hard biology 121 is. f*ck it, he thinks, f*ck all these months of constantly feeling this pitter-patter in his chest because of you. f*ck him constantly agonizing over you possibly not feeling the same.
"okay, can i get somethin' else instead then?"
"yeah, yeah, what do you want?"
"i really want to kiss ya right now."
osamu doesn't miss the way your pen stops moving, and how your eyes widen a bit. have i f*cked up? have i messed up? is this the end? "what?"
"i want to... kiss ya."
and osamu is waiting for the nervous laugh you let out during uncomfortable situations, or the "this is a joke, right?" you would say. but he definitely doesn't expect you to grab his face and whisper a small "okay" before crashing your lips on his. and he's quick to grab your waist and pull you closer, kissing you fervently.
osamu thinks this is the sweetest kiss he's ever had. and sure, he might have not kissed a lot of people before you, and the kiss is quite sticky because of your gloss, and it's actually not cherry-flavored as he thought it would be but minty, but this is still the sweetest kiss because it's you and he feels like he could kiss you forever.
when you two pull apart, osamu hopes his lips are shining as yours do.
"do ya... wanna go back to my dorm?" he asks.
you smile and give him a quick peck.
"can we grab food along the way?"
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a/n: if u saw me post this like a week ago no u didn’t...anyways many thoughts about uni!osamu (or college!osamu)
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xenclev · 9 months
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I know what you guys are waiting for, but enjoy some Dad!Osamu dad bod doodles in the meantime.
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sir-kuroo · 8 months
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𖦹 f!reader, just rough unprotected sex
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HE HURT HIMSELF while playing volleyball again and just like the usual, you kissed his wound before keeping the medicine kit. "This hurts too," he whined and you gulped when he brought your hand over the huge bulge of his gray sweatpants, dragging it along his waistband, which you didn't hesitate to pull down. Your eyes widened as his erect cock popped upright. Your tongue reflexively moistened your lips at the delicious sight of it.
"Would you give it a kiss too?" He whispered under a sleazy grin.
"Which lips do you want?" You breathed out and you surely saw him get a tad bigger.
He ran his curled finger over your lips and you anticipated sucking it, but he pulled away.
"Is this one ready?" He asked while the tip of his fingers rubbed your pussy over your panties like he's squeezing the juice out of you. "Fuck..." He hissed, seeing how quickly he made you feel aroused. "Just the sight of my cock and you're this wet."
"P-Please..." You begged as you rolled your hips against his touch.
He groaned in return unable to hold back any longer. Positioning yourself over his lap, he set aside your panties and aligned his cock on your entrance. Without hesitations, he pushed his hips upwards, penetrating you deep.
You moaned and he grunted. He didn't bother taking it slow and he slammed with endless speed, making you wrap your arms around his strong body. "W-Wait! Wait! I can't...take it!" You pleaded but he didn't budge, instead he got both of his palms on the surface of the bed, pushing himself up and down against you and showing you who's in control. You felt your inside heating up as his dick felt like tearing you apart yet it felt so good you're about to lose your mind. Your head swung back not bearing the intensity and soon, you let go of your hold of him, your back falling in bed. He hovered you, not letting go. With such force, he rammed into you finishing himself. You convulsed, cumming hard around him at the same time.
You both caught your breaths and he placed gentle kisses on your temple. "Does this hurt?" He asked, tenderly touching your pussy. "Do I have to give it a kiss?" He whispered and you knew you couldn't stop him. Your head started spiraling when he sucked you in, bringing you back in bliss again probably for the entire night.
—♡ kuroo, bokuto, oikawa, atsumu, lev, osamu, iwaizumi, ushijima, terushima, daichi, hirugami
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lycheesuwa · 10 months
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Osamu summed up
My sister has never read or watched or interacted with Haikyuu outside of my writing and whatever i've told her (so basically she knows everything but like, only through my words which are totally biased towards certain arcs and schools).
I have some stuff in the works and i told her today
me: I want to write an osamu x reader (and possibly x someone else) fanfic
Her: Oh good! I like Osamu
Me: You do?? Why him?
Her: He seems sweet— like he just wants to make sushi onigiri and his friends to get along, even if that means yelling at his brother
Which tbh? She's like, right? And now my heart is soft for Osamu Miya and i've been thinking about that for the past eight hours at work
i'm about to make her an osamu x reader fanfic just b/c my heart feels light thinking about him making onigiri now
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reineydraws · 7 months
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i googled twin tshirts for these clowns' birthday and found a funny set 😂
sending a good hbd to my fave fictional twins 🎂🎂🎂
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hqkalon · 8 months
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something about getting degraded, yet praised at the same will forever be hot.
he has your legs pressed against your chest, amused by the way your pussy takes him so well. his fingers wrapped around your thin throat while maintaining eye contact, almost humiliated by how dumb he has you on his cock, babbling nonsense as he strokes that sensitive spot inside you making you whine in response. “that’s a good girl, taking my cock like an obedient little slut.” he groaned, thrusting deeper inside you. “o-oh my god!” a moan fell from your lips, mouth almost slacked as he pounded into you. “yeah baby?” he teased, before leaning down to cup the buttom of your jaw, forcing your gaze within his direction. “eyes on me as I fuck this pretty pussy.” he hissed, making you clench around his length. you felt so full, it was almost hard to create coherent words. “nghh s’so much!” you whined, hesitating direct eye contact as his lips curled into a frown.
“that’s it angel, keep looking at me that.” his breathy coaxed with lust as your tummy swirled with pleasure, feeling as though you were holding in an approaching orgasm. “p-please!” your soft hands grabbed at his wrist, rocking back and forth with each connecting thrust. “use your words.” his voice deepened as his dick slowly slid out of your wet hole, coated with wet opaque— clenching around nothing, but air. “please let m— nghh!!” a moan pierced through your sentence as your eyes widened. “words.” his tone urged, pounding into your cunt. “cum. gonna. cum!” you cried as your tummy caved in, feeling hot waves wash over your body as bundled nerves exploded within your core. “good girl.” his eyes darkened as he continued stroking your sweet spot. “let’s see how many times a filthy cunny can cum.”
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kitashousewife · 2 months
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“sorry ‘samu, i hadn’t gotten to those yet,” you sigh, looking at the now folded stacks of his clean laundry you had placed on the bed.
“why are ya apologizing?” he waves you off. he’s working on his socks now, pairing them up one by one. you decide to join them, and he throws a bundle at you. “these are mine anyway. i don’t mind foldin’, baby.”
you can’t help but smile.
“i’m serious though, i was going to do them,”
he shakes his head and snorts. putting the clothes away, he smirks over his shoulder.
“yer my wife, not my ma,” he shuts the dresser one last time, shuffling over to plant a kiss on your head. “we help each other. ya ain’t doin it all alone.”
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omitea · 1 month
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𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
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he loves waking up next to you, the warm sun shining on your entangled bodies through the curtains as you finally stir awake. his eyes are puffy and weary with sleep as he grins lazily at you. he looks so peaceful that you can’t help but place a delicate kiss on his beautiful- yet adorable nose. the action causes him to pull you impossibly closer as he mumbles a deep, “good morning, sweetheart,” in the crook of your neck.
and you think for a brief moment that maybe you should cancel your plans and stay in bed with him for the rest of the day.
| kuroo, OSAMU, iwaizumi, USHIJIMA, akaashi, sakusa |
| NANAMI, gojo, geto, higuruma |
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©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀. please refrain from stealing my works !
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northofneverland · 2 years
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Osamu has hated every gift his twin has given him. Osamu has hated almost every gift his twin has given him; except for the housewarming one. As he puts on the tacky apron embroidered with the saying “Kiss the Cook”, he turns to you expectantly, wagging his eyebrows.
“I don’t make the rules babe”, he says pointing to his chest.
Rolling your eyes, you saunter up to your boyfriend, brushing your soft lips against his, as you grin into the chaste kiss. Osamu wraps his arms tightly around your waist before lifting you onto the counter to keep him company. Watching him grab ingredients from the fridge and place them next to you, like clockwork, you ask “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”.
No matter how many times he’s heard you say this, Osamu can’t help but smile to himself. After listing off a few options, he steals another kiss from you before he gets started with dinner and listens to you talk about your day.
Osamu will never tell his brother he likes the tacky apron because it isn’t the apron that he likes. It’s the extra few minutes he gets with you when he wears it.
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semifilms · 3 months
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SEMI, SUGAWARA, osamu, IWAIZUMI, sakusa, ARAN, USHIJIMA, tsukishima, konoha, KAGEYAMA, kiyoko, KITA, KYOTANI, aone, saeko
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makkir0ll · 17 days
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"you have really long eyelashes"
it catches him off guard. you guys are just laying in your bed scrolling on your own phones. he didn't even feel you staring at him. how long have you been looking?
"thanks?" he replies
"no i mean seriously like drop the lash serum." you joke at him as you continue to observe him.
they're long and thick. the kind of lashes that have a natural curl, unlike yours, that fall straight down and take several minutes to curl to your perfect liking. not to mention the layers of mascara you apply to get them to even remotely look like his.
he turns his head to you and you don't miss his dilated pupils as his eyes bore into yours. you take note of how the lashes perfectly frame his eyes. and you're so jealous.
but then an idea pops into your head, you smile to yourself and he senses it coming.
"can i-"
"no" he cuts you off.
"babe please you don't even know what i was about to say!" you grab onto his shoulder as you plead.
"whatever it is im sure it's going to be bad." he retorts, turning his face away from you and going back on his phone.
"i'll buy you you're favorite food."
and that's how you end up here on his lap with your mascara in your hand. his hair is pushed back as his hands rest on your hips, drawing small circles as he awaits your actions.
you open the bottle with the black liquid and bring the wand close to his eyes. "don't move" you whisper and he listens. mainly because he's scared that you're going to poke his eye out as you bring the wand to the base of his eyelashes and wiggle it slowly before moving it up to coat the length of the lashes. some of the mascara gets on his eyelids. you repeat the actions on the other eye before going back and doing a second coat. you can tell that he might be slightly nervous that you're going to blind him with the way he holds his breath and the grip he has on your hips get ever so slightly tighter.
you move yourself off his lap and he goes to grab his phone so he can see what he looks like.
"wait no not yet, i'm still not done" you say as you go and grab ur q-tips and micellar water.
"still?"
"yes still, i need to clean up the mascara on your eyelids," you say as you place yourself back on his lap. you open the bottle of micellar water and carefully put the clear liquid on the q-tip. you bring the white stick of cotton to his eyes and you tell him to close them. he feels the wet cotton and it's a weird feeling. you watch the q-tip turn darker the more mascara you wipe off.
"okay i'm done!" you say and he opens his eyes and you don't think he's ever looked more majestic. his already long lashes looking even longer and bolder now that he has the mascara to bring them out. you notice that the color of his eyes pop more. "you look so pretty" you smile as lean in to pepper kisses along his face. his cheeks feel warm and he can already tell that they're probably red.
he reaches over to his phone and opens the camera app and switches the camera so he can see himself. and he immediatly notices the stark difference in his eyes with the mascara. he brings his fingers to his lashes to touch them. it feels weird and his eyes kind of feel weighed down. but he has no regrets when he sees you smiling at him so fondly.
"they look nice." he smiles at you, dropping his phone to the side.
"i know right, ugh im so jealous i wish i had your lashes. all my problems would be solved." you say, thinking about the long and excruciating lash routine you perform every morning.
"all of them?"
"yes, all of them."
he chuckles at your words. "alright, but can you take it off now, it feels weird." he says, hands coming to touch his lashes again. you pout as you grab the micellar water you put away and a cotton pad and remove the mascara from his eyelashes, being gentle so that he doesn't lose a few. he appreciates the action. and maybe he would let you put more than just mascara on his face another day.
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KAGEYAMA (has the best lashes argue with the wall), suna, tsukishima (genuinely terrified that you're going to make him go blind), OSAMU, kuroo, MATSUKAWA MY LOVE, iwaizumi, OIKAWA (he would eat that shit up), akaashi, kenma, +ur fav.
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iinoruu · 1 month
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osamu never tried to interact with his followers again after that… 😞
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sunaluv · 1 year
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more "come get your man"❗❗ with some more haikyuu boys maybe but honestly? whoever you want 🙏
i got u 😉
part 1 here
pairings: osamu, atsumu, kuroo
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OSAMU
onigiri miya was due to close in the next two minutes. you watched your boyfriend close up the counter from your spot on the stool. you liked sitting in when his shop was empty like this, it felt kinda…domestic.
it triggered your thoughts on the future with the hotter twin (in your opinion), you could see yourself walking down the alter to meet him, eating on the floors of your unfurnished home, him standing behind you whilst you rocked your child to sleep—
“hey samu what should i do with these!” you almost rolled your eyes at the voice shouting from the kitchen.
osamu had explained to you how he hired one of his friends from high school to work for him as a favour. she had just finished getting her degree and was looking for work in the area.
you didn’t mind, you were secure in your relationship so there was no reason to be pissed. that was until you had met her and introduced yourself to her as his girlfriend. like a switch had flipped, she instantly started to openly show her hatred for you behind sugar coated insults and not so subtle faces she made only when your boyfriend was out of sight.
you watched osamu’s chest expand in a deep breath. he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair before flipping his cap back on, pecking your temple before heading to the back. “i’ll go see what she wants then we’ll leave, ‘kay?”
you nodded and packed your bag, leaving your space clear and waiting by the counter for your man.
a whole five minutes had passed. you haven’t heard anything which was a sign that you should go investigate, given that girls record.
“…i thought we had a rule for customers showing up before closing time.” a hushed voice whispered.
“we do, there’s no customers here.”
“so who’s still sat out front, you always do this sam—”
ahem.
two faces looked to your spot at the door opening. one looking guilty, one relieved.
“you ready to go samu?” you asked sweetly. “it’s been five minutes and it’s movie night, you know i’m dying to catch up on our franchise.” you not so subtly bragged.
he breathed out through a chuckle. “of course baby, sorry for the hold up. i’m done here anyways.” he walked towards you, missing the dropped jaw of his employee.
you wrapped your arm around his waist before you left, not before smirking at the red-faced girl who was shaking in anger? sadness? embarrassment? you didn’t care.
your shoulders dropped at the chime of the bell followed by the nights breeze as you began your comfortably silent walk home.
“you’re cute when you stake your claim on me ya know?” osamu flicked your forehead.
“shaddap.” you retorted. “if she doesn’t understand boundaries i’ll set them.”
ATSUMU
atsumu was a textbook example of a frat boy. the parties, the girls, the popularity, the girls.
the only stereotype he’s not playing into is dating the leader of the girls sorority house, and some people felt like he’s doing it all wrong.
“omg hi! welcome to—” the cheery voice dripped upon seeing you at the door. “the boys house, who do you know here?”
the girl you recognised as the sorority house leader shamelessly eyes you up and down, twirling the ends of her blonde hair.
if she was here, the rest of the girls were too. they did everything as a culty pack: traveling, partying and even dating. you always thought it was weird how they were all paired with a frat boy, but you never said anything. maybe to them at least.
they obviously hated you for being a rock in their river.
“i’m here for atsumu,” your brow quirked.
her face hardened before plastering into a plastic smile.
“sorry ya just missed him! maybe if you go to—”
“BABY IS THAT YOU!?” a loud, excited voice belonging to your boyfriend shouted.
looking over her shoulder, you watched his blonde locks fly with the wind as he shoved past the girl who let out a disheartened gasp, and picked you up before picking you up and twirling you around.
“i missed you so much,” his soft lips continuously pressed against your face before pouring all his emotion into one last kiss on your lips.
“i missed you too tsum,” you giggled “i was only gone a week though.”
“a week to long! come i have so much to catch you up on.”
again ignoring the fuming girl who had watched the whole interaction, he damn near dragged you up the stairs past all his frat bros who you made sure to shout a greeting at as you passed.
you could hear the rest of the girls from the sorority comforting the girl who was now crying, talkin bout ‘he’ll come around, you two are destined to be together. but you didn’t care, you knew atsumu knew about his rep as a frat bro and he has explained to you about how much he doesn’t care about the ‘dumb stereotypes’ and ‘he likes what he likes, and thats you’.
“you know she likes you right?”
“does she, i thought the only reason she wants me that bad is so their matchup can be completed…”
“that’s part of it, but i feel like she genuinely likes you…” you trailed.
“hey, hey,” he held your cheeks tuning your focus on him. “i don’t care about all that okay? i’m yours and yours alone”
you nodded, placing your hands over his.
“now,” he pulled out his phone going straight to the photos app “let me show ya all you’ve missed.”
KUROO
“tetsuro stopppp,” the girl who had been partnered with your boyfriend for a science project whacked his arm playfully. “omg girl tell your boyfriend to stop.”
you looked at her, then him, then back at her. “stop being a bitch tetsuro.” you played into her antics, drawing out his name like she did.
“not like that, you don’t need to be mean. it was literally a joke.” she mumbled.
kuroo’s eyes met your rolling ones across the table as he shrugged.
“so what are you guys doing after this,” she asked the both of you, but stared at kuroo.
you had explained how you were going to the mall after, so they should probably finish up so you can make it soon.
“you’re going on a date? that’s so cuuuute, there’s actually this really cute place we saw together when—”
“i’ll be right back. toilet.” kuroo stated tensely, sending you an apologetic look as he saw your panicked expression. the both of you knew what her intentions were.
she watched him leave, all the way until the toilet door closed then she turned to you. “can i be real with you a sec, have a heart to heart you know as a fellow sister.”
she didn’t let you respond before she spoke out. “i highkey think tetsu deserves better, he seems really tense around you and i know your dating or whatever but i feel like i could treat him better. i know him.”
woahwoahwoahwhat.
“no.”
“no?”
“no!” you took a deep breath in, before calling her name. “i know you like him, you haven’t even respected me or him enough to hide it. but if you really loved him or knew him, you would know how uncomfortable he feels with you openly flirting with him while he’s in a committed relationship.”
your words hit her like a truck. “you’re not listening to me,” she reached for your hands across the table which you retracted before she could reach. “he needs someone like me, i’m not trying to diss you but you dress kinda bland, your not in many classes together, he doesn’t even talk about you all that often.”
“i do when you overstep, but otherwise i’m just trying to do my work and leave.”
she turned around to see her dear tetsu, arms folded, hurt look on his face. you knew he didn’t like confrontation, so he must have been feeling a strong type of way for him to talk like this.
“tetsu—”
“kuroo.”
“tetsuro,” she stood up placing an arm on his arm which made him step back. “please just come to me, you know we’ll be good together too…”
noticing your boyfriends drastically increased discomfort, you stepped in. “i think you’ve done enough,” you put yourself between the two of them.
wordlessly, you took his larger hand in yours and left the library. after checking up on him, the two of you decided to have a home date instead.
“thanks for stepping in by the way” his voice came out small.
you squeezed his hand. “anything for you tetsu”
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