#thank you miya

[haztory]

['sex' by the 1975]

⤷ atsumu miya x f!reader; best friends, references to infidelity, pining, sexual content (w.c 3.1k)

“it’s not sex.” he insists between mouthfuls. a drop of mustard dots the corner of his mouth. you stare incredulously.

“are you joking?” you ask. atsumu just shrugs his shoulder, intense focus saved for the burger held in his hands. practically inhaling a third of it in one bite as he brings it up to his mouth.

“‘s not like it’s the real thing.” he bobs his head side to side in consideration of the sandwich before he’s grabbing at the fries in your lap, “can i haf some.”

the carton lays practically emptied from his pilfering next to your abandoned chicken nuggets. three remaining, absent of consumption in favor of a bewildered stare at the man seated beside you on his bed. 

“fingering is penetration, that’s sex.” you say simply.

atsumu raises a brow, “yer gyno having sex with ya?”

“that’s different.” you level a stare at him, one that’s serious and fierce and that communicates everything you mean in the single look alone. he meets it with one of his own, familiarity and uncommunicated languages all the rage between the two of you. “she doesn't make me cum.”

“neither does yer boyfriend.” he shrugs, taking another large bite of his burger as you screech in offense. your hand meets his bicep with a sharp slap and he grabs at it in pain. “ow! ya were the one that told me that!”

”some people take a minute to figure it out.”

”sounds like its taking a lot longer than a minute.” he mutters to himself. “look, its a lost cause. just dump the guy before it gets anywhere. ya haven’t had sex yet, he’s got a weird face, dude cant tell a fake orgasm from a real one. why are ya fighting me on this?”

“fingering is sex! your body count would be zero if fingering didnt count.” you insist loudly and atsumu rolls his eyes. he crumples the foil his burger came in and throws it across the room, cheering loudly when it makes it into the bin in the corner of his room. 

his room is much the same since the last time you visited. photos of passing years sit framed on the desk— an image of he and osamu with their arms wrapped around each other, taken right before atsumu left for the olympics. another of you and atsumu placed right next to it, you leaning over his shoulder and him laughing loudly, beer bottles held deftly in hands and drunken flushes decorating your faces. momentos of faded high school memories, interspersed with flashes of young adult realities. 

its more sophisticated than it once was. minimal in furniture, and of the items that decorate the room they’re the perfect reflection of a twenty-four year old athlete. his closet is lined with designer gifted clothes, but his desk chair remains stacked with undone laundry, the basics of his everyday life found in the plush cushion more than on the hangers. the jacket you’re currently wearing was stolen from the top of that pile just after delivering a pointed comment at how cold he keeps his apartment. 

its a far cry from the bedroom he used to share with his brother, the one you remember at the dusk of previous memories. it was cramped and contained, lines between the two boys constantly blurred and you having to learn rather quickly where to step and when. but even now, as he lives on his own in a city a bit further from you than you’re comfortable with, not much has changed. you still sit on the left side of the bed and he takes the right; you still eat burgers on his bed and steal his jackets, and he throws papers into trash bins and insists he could’ve made it professional were he not already in volleyball; you still moan and complain about the woes of daily life and he still listens to them endlessly, interjecting the same amount of dumb enthusiasm as you know him to have. 

there is still much in common that remains between he and you. trusted familiarity, endless comfort; a bubble that remains whole and precious, unaltered despite life dealing its hand to you. you’re convinced there’s no one else in the world that gets you quite like atsumu does. 

there’s also no one in the world that works you up, quite like atsumu does.

atsumu stands from the bed, retrieving your own trash from your lap and chucking the rest of it in the bin. lithe and lean, he moves with a body that is sculpted to perfection as he turns off the overhead light and instead turns on the desk lamp, submerging the room in the lowly warmth of its glow. days are shorter now and the sun has just made it return home, leaving you to the dim luster of a pleasant comfort. 

its quiet, intimate. words entirely inappropriate to describe the weekly hangout with your best friend of seven years. 

pushing thoughts aside, you fight to remember what the whole point of the conversation was about. a boyfriend, right. your boyfriend.

right. 

“and he does not have a weird face, he’s just… interesting. it’s what i liked about him.” 

“revolting. i’m this close to spiking a ball in his face. it would be plastic surgery for the dud.”

“you’re being mean.” you tell him. 

atsumu scoffs loudly, “and yer being stupid! yer the one that’s complaining to me about it. yer really gonna date a guy who can’t figure it out when he fingers ya? what happens when ya actually have sex with the bozo?”

“it takes practice. i don’t blame him for not being able to get me there on the first try. i see him later tonight so i’ll talk to him about it. it’s hard to figure out how to turn someone on and then try to, you know, get me there—“

“woahwoahwoah—timeout.” atsumu hold his hands perpendicular to one another, forming a ‘t’. his eyebrows practically touch the hairline of his bleached hair. “he doesn't even turn you on?”

“not everyone is good at everything, like you.” you mean it sarcastically, but it comes out short and meek. it’s embarrassing to have to cover for the misgivings of your current beau, but there’s an obligation to. a point to make, especially to the man in front of you. 

you’ve met the ex-girlfriends, heard their feedback for the man before you. an average of six out of ten in boyfriend material, but he knocks the ball out of the park when it comes to the bed—or so you’ve heard. 

(aya, the most recent girl to have made her grand exit, followed you on instagram and asked you to not be a stranger. whether that was so she could have her in for atsumu or because she really wanted to be friends is still up for debate, but the gesture ended with a message in your directs.

[9:17] it sucks, he’ll always be more in love with volleyball than any girl he could ever date. and even if he didn’t, you’re his number two anyway, so there’s really no way i can win.

[9:20] i’m super sorry, aya. if it’s any consolation, i really liked you two together. he’s just slow, i’m sure you guys will figure it out.

[9:20] you were our biggest argument. 

[9:20] so no, i don’t think we will.

[9:21] i’ll miss that dick tho, best orgasm of my life. rip

there’s not much you can say to a message like that. there’s not much you can say to the surge of smugness that courses through you either, so you don’t.

you don’t tell atsumu about it.)

“alright. sit up then.”

his voice startles you. “what?” 

suddenly, he stands before the side of the bed, looming horribly tall over you as he peers down at you. he shoves his hands in the pockets of his gray sweatpants, the fabric unintentionally pulling down ever so slightly and the waistband of his black boxers peeking out in greeting. the light of the desklamp casts a halo over his silhouette.

your attention is drawn upward and it’s hard to deny the familiar pang that tends to strike through you every so often in times like this. the simple effect of being near him. atsumu is unfairly handsome, and while it’s hard to put a name to the feeling that pulses inside of you when the light catches him just right or when a smile is even more charming than usual, the ache is always the same.

it’s fleeting, you convince yourself. something you refuse to settle on for too long. contexts and suppressed hopes pushed to the back of your mind along with the other unspoken things.

“come on.” he gestures two fingers upward. “i’ll show ya how easy it is to turn a girl on.”

its curiosity that has you standing up on your knees on the comforter, nothing more. its the wonder of how exactly your best friend makes his move on women that leads you to be so close to him, chests practically touching. breaths intertwining as atsumu stares a kind of serious into you that you’ve never been in the receiving end of before.

“im gonna touch ya.” his voice is low and your heart beats erratically in your chest. you nod. 

lifting his right hand, cold fingertips run across the heated skin on the back of your arm. digits trailing upward as he paints a pathway up. and it’s nothing—just his hand on your arm, nothing new or different, and yet your breath hitches. innocent in theory, but something solidifies on atsumu’s face, the familiar signs of determination playing out on his face. it’s less babied now, more formed and angular with the growings of an adult man, but it’s the same focus in his eye, the same clench in his jaw. 

his fingers trail up then down, repeating a circular figure on your skin. the sounds of your mingling breaths the only whispers between you two. your eyes dart down to his lips, but his stay fixed on you. studying every flicker of your eye, every inhale. 

his fingers break from their pattern and trails down to your wrist, then your palm, then your own fingers. tracing them, dancing with them, intertwining them slightly only to pull them away. 

“we should stop.” you whisper after a moment of his caress.

“why?” he asks and a quick glance to his gaze reveals that he knows why. he’s just making you spell it out.

it’s unfortunate that the only reason you want to stop is out of principle, and not because you truly have any reservations about any of this. your boyfriend of three months all but an annoying buzz in your ear.

“this feels like cheating.” you tell him simply. atsumu cocks his head to the side, charming smirk pulling across his lips. 

“i’m touching yer arm. this isn’t anything, yet.”

“you shouldn’t be touching my arm like this.”

“why? cause it’s working, right?” his voice drops to a low rumble, words vibrating through you and shooting straight to your core. “see how easy it is?”

“that means this is cheating then, right?” the question is posed, but it’s obvious it’s more to convince yourself than him. because all that he’s done is touch your arm and you’ve felt the bubbling of that unnamed something heat within you. it feels the exact same as it did seven years ago when you met him; feels identical to the moment four years ago when a drunken night led to a drunken kiss that was forgotten about the next day; feels the exact same whenever he looks at you like he does now, like you're open for the taking. a pointedly very different response to the dread that comes when getting intimate with your actual boyfriend. 

and while atsumu may be doing this to prove a point, to rub it in your face that he was right and you were wrong, you don’t trust that you’ll be able to not carry this with you. to not want more than you should. 

“nah.” he says simply, knowingly. “if i kiss you then it’s a problem.”

“oh, so kissing is cheating, but fingering isn’t?”

“can you shuddup? always runnin’ that damn mouth.” he renders you quiet. 

satisfied with your silence, he brings his left hand to cup your jaw, thumb and index finger grasping your chin and tilting your head to the left, leaving your neck exposed. he leans in, nose tracing a line up the column of your neck until he meets the juncture between that and your jaw. it’s a simple movement, and yet it feels like eternity in his hands. his breath hits steadily against the expanse of your cheek as he whispers into your ear.  “does he touch ya like this?” 

the gasp you release is guttural.

the arm previously fiddling with your fingers quickly wraps around your waist, pulling you flush to him. you have no choice but to embrace him with your own arms, hands cupping the back of his neck to steady yourself. it’s impulse to run them down the expanse of his back, to feel the muscles that he’s worked so hard for, but you resist. keeping yourself locked on his neck and nothing more, as though you being pliant to his ministrations wasn’t jeopardizing enough.  

his thumb inches upward, stroking the corner of your lips sweetly. “does he take his time with ya? cause i would.” 

its then that his lips meet the skin of your neck, tingles erupting from the connection. all of its effects causing an inadvertent clench within you. “it’s not about shoving fingers inside and just doing it. its about doing it the way you like it. and i’d make ya tell me how ya like it. since yer always runnin’ that damn mouth, might as well put it to good use.”

its all-encompassing, the traitorous burn between your thighs. and yet, this is the unnamed something, all that you’ve pushed away.

“astumu—” you whine and its in that exhale of yours that he releases a sigh of his own. one that almost sounds restrained.

“tell me to stop.” he says quickly, lips mouthing against your neck as he utters the words. 

and you don’t want him to. not really. the desire is feverish, unlike anything you’ve felt before and to end this is to end the sweetness of something you’ve yet to taste. if it were to be with anyone you would want it to be with him.

you could take the teasing, the “i-told-you-so” from osamu, the obliteration of a friendship for the uncertain promise of something more. but it isn’t right. not like this. if mountains were to come to a head, you want it to happen because they were gravitated to each other, not because the earth told them to do so.

“stop.” you tell him, and it’s like a hot brand that strikes him. he’s immediately pushing away from, untangling his limbs from you and stepping back into the swath of darkness in the room. 

his breaths are deep and heavy, that much you can tell from the distance. shuttering exhales that wrack his chest. you can hardly make out his irises, only see the intensity of dark pupils. it’s hard to believe that he could be feeling the way you do, just from the simple touch alone. a quick glance down to his grey sweatpants proves otherwise. 

a moment, then two, pass by. ragged breaths filling the distance, words spoken in the silent language you’re both fluent in. 

“does this mean i’m easy then?” you ask quietly, an effort to ease the wall of tension. 

“no.” he shakes his head gently, “just means i know ya.”

he knows what he means to say, the words and all of their yearning practically knocking against his teeth to escape. it’s the long haul, almost a decade long game of carefully advanced chess pieces to get to this point. blocked, temporarily, by the appearance of the new guy. a boyfriend of yours that atsumu met once, a guy he barely attempted to learn the name of. for reasons of his own, their knowing pertinent only to him. held deeply within the urges of being seen, the desires of having you wholly, completely.

there are plenty of other ways that he could do this—probably be more eloquent about it. admit pushed away feelings when you’re not in the midst of ranting about how your boyfriend just can’t get you off. 

but the tension irks him. thick enough to cut a knife, always following the two of you in the long held stares and closeness in which you two gravitate towards each other. the answer to your boyfriend problem is standing right in front of you. he knows what he wants you to do when you see your boyfriend later tonight. 

there are certain shoes that atsumu is convinced he could fill better than your boyfriend.

your face is flushed, and the desk lamp makes you look angelic under the lowlights, and you're wearing his jacket like you always do in a way that makes him believe it was always meant for you. and he’s not entirely convinced, even without the cloud of lust that hangs over him, that you don’t want this just as bad as he does.

osamu once said that atsumu wouldn’t admit his feelings to you even if they hit him over the head. they’re here, now. settling in the distance between you two, bobbing in the capsizing waves of want. they ache to be spoken, knock repeatedly against his gritted teeth. 

but a choice is made in that moment, with you looking at him as wild as you are. atsumu will admit to the selfish and prideful part of himself, but this—you— aren’t something to just take. the taste of your neck, the feel of your body against him, it must be given to him, earned. not because he needs to make a petty point, but because you want him to. 

he cares for you too much to be reckless in how he plays his cards. even if osamu will bust his balls for it later.

you have a boyfriend. and he can’t force you to change that. it wouldn’t be right, he’s given you the taste, he hopes it will be enough.

“like that.” he says after a moment, pushing down his pride and long held desires for you. “tell him ya like it like that.”

a/n: why is it that whenever i stop writing for kuroo, the one i always want to write for is atsumu. also big ups for my beta who entertains me and proofreads me at all hours of the day. i love you sanju!!!!!!

#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #atsumu #atsumu fic #i love a best friends trope wtf #also i promise i was writing my boss kuroo fic and then i heard this song and was derailed for THREE DAYS #BIG THANK YOU BY THE WAY TO MY BETA

[thegreatpeanut]

about the way we dream, and live, and love, during this time of our lives called "high school"

My 2024 HQ calendar <School Days> is available for preorder!

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Aahhh it's been 2 years since my last mp100 calendar project. I really didn’t think it would take this long to complete this new one, but I wanted to take my time to make sure I can really put in the love that this series deserves ;-;

one of my favourite things about haikyuu (and sports anime in general) is the feeling of being in high school and living your day to day with those who are chasing the same dream with you, together. So although this is a haikyuu fanwork calendar, I've put a lot of my feelings about adolescence into it which I hope can be felt universally.

I hope you will be reminded of that springtime SEISHUN feeling of youth throughout 2024 with this calendar !!

I've also updated my shop with lots of new stuff! Thank you very much for checking it out!

#haikyuu #hq #boosts appreciated! #I haven't been super active on this site but #occasionally I lurk ur tags and giggle to myself ;w; #thank you so much for enjoying my work! #I'm really happy with each and every one of the pieces I made for this little personal project #I would complete an illustration once every couple months #and I'm glad I did because each piece was made with love and never out of stress #I hope it can be felt! #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #miya atsumu #miya osamu #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #bkak #kagehina #tendou satori #ushijima wakatoshi #replies #iwaoi #actually there are too many characters and I'm tired of tagging #ushiten #kozume kenma #kuroken

[kairulean]

batter up! ⚾

#haikyuu #akaashi keiji #miya osamu #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #its a baseball au! #also attention!! shortstop sakusa thank you for your attention #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanart #art #illustration #akaashi #hq sakusa #my art #the image quality's always so bad here......

[bagsyy]

ONLY FOOLS RUSH IN

warnings! 18+ mdni, fem!reader, oral (m receiving), slight throatfucking/overstim if you squint, cum swallowing, lovesick atsumu. 1.6k words not proofread at all because if i look at it again i’ll throw up. happy birthday atsumu<3

atsumu’s brain has felt hazy for a while now. he couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it had started though. he didn’t have the mental fortitude to. he’s not sure if it began when he saw a glimpse of you getting ready in the bathroom. you were sitting atop the counter wearing one of his shirts as you curled your eyelashes. you pretended to scold him for daring to look at you before the wedding.

“it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, dummy. if we ever get divorced it’s gonna be your fault” you say, hitting the tube of mascara against the heel of your palm.

“want me to piss with my eyes closed?” atsumu snaps his head at you. “i’m not that talented, baby.”

“you know what? i think i’m actually getting cold feet. maybe we shouldn’t get married.” atsumu is silent for a moment before he leans back and pokes his head through the crack in the door. “really? they seemed pretty warm to me when you were beggin me to book the next flight here. ‘i just wanna get married, tsumu! i don’t wanna wait! i’ll marry you right now.’” he mocks you in a high-pitched voice.

“that is not what i sound like! can you save the theatrics for when you’re not actively pissing?” you side eye him, unable to prevent yourself from letting out a soft laugh. “m’trying to get ready, atsumu. i don’t wanna look ugly when we get married in front of an elvis impersonator.”

“sweetheart, we both know that’s impossible” atsumu says as he walks to the sink next to where you’re sat atop the bathroom counter. “you tryin to look good for another man? you’re killin me” atsumu’s honey colored eyes lock with yours, and you swear he’s never looked more lovesick in his life.

it was only after that, he decided, that you were really killing him.

it was his idea to do a “first look” in the hotel room before the two of you left to get hitched. his argument was that a lot of people get married in las vegas, what if he loses you in the crowd and he accidentally marries the wrong person because he can’t remember the dress you were wearing?

your phone is propped up on the window, hidden from atsumu’s view but still in the perfect position to capture this moment. the two of you are standing back to back, and you can feel him getting antsy as he clenches and unclenches his hands, fiddling with the sleeves of his suit. it’s cute, really, how soft atsumu gets when he’s with you. his heart never ceases to pound every time you take his hand in yours and squeeze it three times. when you kiss the crease between his furrowed eyebrows when his stress is visibly consuming him. when it’s 3 in the morning and you can’t sleep, so you softly whisper atsumu’s name until he wakes up and you beg him to stay up with you so you have someone to talk to.

“okay. we turn around on three.” you reach behind you, searching for atsumu’s hand with your own. his fingers intertwine with yours as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, feeling the absolute rock on your left hand brush against his knuckles. “one, two, three” you turn around to face each other, and atsumu looks like he’s about to pass out. the two of you are completely unable to form any coherent thoughts, just softly laughing in shock as you take each other in.

atsumu looks handsome as ever, messy blonde hair styled into something more neat and presentable. he looks like a husband, you think to yourself. you imagine a day where the two of you are sat out on your front porch, watching the sun setting over the horizon as soft beams of light glimmer on the laugh lines and crows feet adorning atsumu’s face. and you swear you’ll love him then just as much as you do right now.

atsumu smoothes his hands over his suit jacket. “damn baby, i’m feelin a little underdressed next to you.” you don’t miss how his voice quivers ever so slightly. “you didn’t tell me you were gonna look this gorgeous.”

your hand is still in his, and he lifts your arm up to get a better look at you. your dress is simple, satin, knee length with a slight v-neckline. it’s not the most intricate dress, but it’s timeless. elegant. you’re wearing a simple gold necklace, one that atsumu gave you, that sits pretty on your collarbones. his favorite part about your entire getup is, by far, your veil. it’s secured to your hair with a pretty white bow and stops just a little bit past your shoulders. atsumu wipes the smallest tear from the corner of his eyes and sniffles a little bit before pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you. in typical atsumu fashion, his hand slides down to grab a handful of your ass and you jump in surprise. “c’mon let’s make you a miya” atsumu grins.

the next two hours are a complete blur. you were all satin and soft skin, and atsumu felt like he was going to pass out at any given moment. he hardly remembers anything, really. he’s extremely grateful that you found a chapel that included a recording of the ceremony in the cost, because the only thing he can remember at this very moment is the man in the pink suit and aviator glasses telling him to kiss his bride. he’s been ready to marry you for nearly as long as he’s loved you, and there was nothing else going on inside his little brain besides making you his wife.

but now, here in this hotel room, he’s sure he’s been lobotomized.

“atsumu” you pout as you pull away from his cock, resting your head against his toned thigh. “you’re gonna rip my veil.” your hand squeezes his sensitive tip, demanding his attention.

“shit, shit baby m’sorry. just tryin to hold it for you” he throws his head back into the pillow, upset by the sudden loss of warmth from your mouth. “i’ll buy you another one just—please. please baby” he whines. “what kinda wife would leave me hangin like that?” he peers down at you, grinning ever so slightly. it’s amazing how he still manages to be cocky when you have him like this.

“what kind of husband-” you pause, softly nipping his inner thigh, placing a feather light kiss on it as an apology, “-rips his wife’s veil because he can’t keep still when his dick is in her mouth?”

“said m’sorry” he whines, throwing one of his arms over his eyes. you place more kisses along his inner thigh, slowly making your way back to his cock. you kiss the base of his shaft, trailing all the way up to his leaky tip. it jumps with every single kiss. “do something. please, angel.”

you give in, lightly licking the underside of his dick before taking him into your mouth. you hollow your cheeks around him and he bucks into you, fat tip hitting the back of your throat. atsumu groans as you swallow around him. you try your best not to gag, but atsumu is too fucking big. no matter how many times you’ve done this, it still takes you a second to become fully accustomed to him.

“god damn baby, shit” atsumu’s lower abdomen begins to twitch as you continue to bob your head. “so pretty. y’look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. so fuckin’ messy.” and he’s right. between the heated makeout session that led up to this and the sheer amount of spit that’s on atsumu’s dick, what’s left of your crimson red lipstick is smeared all over the both of your faces, on his thighs, near the base of his cock. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

your hand left hand strokes what can’t fit in your mouth as you continue to swipe your tongue on the underside of his fat pink tip, and your right hand moves to cup his balls. he looks so fucking pretty like this. you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every pretty sound your husband makes. you moan around him, and his hand grips your hair (and veil) just a little bit tighter. atsumu is whimpering at this point, face beet red as he looks down at you.

“gonna make me cum. please make me cum. you gonna swallow, pretty girl?”

you let out a soft hum, giving him an unspoken “yes.” he doesn’t last much longer after that, spilling his seed into your mouth with a deep groan. he moans your name and babbles something about how much he loves his pretty wife, how you’re so perfect, so good for him. you swallow everything he gives you, and you kiss his tip as you take him out of your mouth. not being able to resist the urge, you start to jerk him off, and he lets out a choked sob.

“okay, okay. s’enough. it’s enough baby, fuck” he tugs on his blonde hair, back arching.

“oh? is it, though?” you coo at him, admiring the way he looks right now. he constantly does the same shit to you, eating you out until your legs lock and you can’t stop shaking. but when he’s the one on the receiving end, he’s far whinier.

atsumu grabs you by your wrist and pulls you on top of him before you can overstimulate him any further. you yelp as you fall onto his chest, placing your head on his shoulder. “wanna kiss my wife now” he pouts, tilting his head to kiss you. he can taste himself on your tongue and it makes him sigh into your mouth. he runs his fingers down your back, tracing the curvature of your spine. “that was some of your best work, mrs. miya.”

#remember when i said trashy vegas wedding w atsumu? #remember #this post is sponsored by orange celsius and za #sorry for making atsumu so pathetic it’s because he is pathetic #thank you to my baby leah for entertaining my atsumu brainrot for the past month #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu miya smut #en ess eff double you

[leoppipi]

Three Demon Kings?!

#thank you haidori for the demon lord atsumu blessing #haikyuu #haikyuu touch the dream #HQ #Miya Atsumu #Oikawa Tooru #kuroo tetsurou

[atsuwumus]

Hello!!

Osamu Miya for the meet cute ask game? Thank youuu <3

💌 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 . . . in a pastry shop. All week you've been battling a sweet tooth craving that wouldn't leave you alone. And on a chilly Friday morning you finally cave. With snowflakes fluttering to the ground in gentle dances you shuffle inside the café, one tucked away in the corner of your street, the only place with a reputable reputation for making something sweet and filling.

There are two half tired baristas on shift today and you step up to the open counter, ready to order the fresh dorayaki you saw in the shop window. But the moment those string of words leave your lips you hear it being echoed back to you from the silhouette of the man standing next to you in line.

"I'm sorry but the dorayaki has been sold out today, there's only one serving left," the cashier mumbles, tilting her head to the man standing beside you at the other till.

He seemed to have noticed the little predicament, raising one of his brows before he says to the cashier, "We'll take that one to share, thank you."

Bold, you can't help but think. But sharing it is at least better than not having any at all.

When you fish out your wallet to pay the man gently nudges your hand out of the way, stepping in front of you to pay. You want to blame the erratic pitter patter of your heart on the cold weather but his presence is warm and inviting — he faintly smells like onigiri.

"Thank you, by the way," you call after him softly as he makes his way over to a wooden table tucked away in the corner, one closest to the fireplace that crackles with a cozy invitation to come closer.

He smiles softly, a kind tug of his lips and bows his head as you gingerly sit down across from him. "Don't mention it."

"I'll have to pay you back somehow," you insist.

He ponders it for a moment before he says, "Come visit me at Onigiri Miya someday. I guarantee I'll satisfy your tastebuds far better than this place."

#thank you so much for requesting my love <333 #💌.meetcute #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya x y/n #osamu miya x you #osamu miya fluff #osamu miya drabbles #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles

[kimbapisnotsushi]

here have a medley of miscellaneous timeskip pro team headcanons bc WOW i haven't posted in a while and this is my only stress outlet other than binging new series <3333

starting off strong with ejp raijin LET'S GOOOOOO

washio 🫱🏼‍🫲🏼suna 🫱🏼‍🫲🏼komori: being EXHAUSTED from carrying the pro team world on their backs

no no i'm kidding. mostly

they keep a tally of other pro team matches in which their former teammates go up against each other and are REALLY smug if their respective teammate wins. which means you get shit like this

komori, cheerfully: "so how about that hornets v falcons game last night, huh?" suna: "oh shut UP tell iizuna tsukasa that aran-san could kick his ass any day of the week you little SHIT - "

they ARE united on the jackals front tho. all three of them want the adlers to go down HARD.

is suna nursing a grudge against ushijima from high school? yeah. is he ever going to get over it? probably not.

only komori feels bad bc he is fond of kageyama, but, hey, family's family

they ask washio why he hates the adlers and he looks them dead in the eyes and goes "hoshiumi kourai . . . he is a man that requires constant vigilance"

actually wait i know we all saw everyone watching and talking about the game (which makes me wanna cry SO bad) but god. how fucking funny would it be if players from monster gen convinced everyone else on their very professional and very mature teams to take sides

ejp raijin captain, who's been friends with hirugami fukurou for like ten years: "okay so explain to me again why we need to blow our entire team budget on jackals merch when we're not even going to the goddamn game?" komori: "well, it started on a cloudy but beautifully crisp spring day in 2012 - "

SPEAKING OF TACHIBANA RED FALCONS

hakuba joins the team, sees aran, and IMMEDIATELY starts texting the old kamomedai group chat

altho tbh i don't think there's no way that the "who-from-where-made-WHAT-pro-team" news never breaches the high school circuit. like come ON you know everyone's keeping up with the third year stars when they graduate

by the time the first years are third years they've got everyone pinned down on a fucking MAP. they have a shared file where they update each other on EVERYTHING. it's way less creepy than it sounds they're just a really passionate bunch okay!!!!

well that AND they can't help but brag about their amazing upperclassmen

okay sorry back to it. so it really goes more like

hakuba: "HOLY SHIT OJIRO ARAN FROM INARIZAKI IS HERE" suwa: "hakuba, we already knew that. i linked the article when it first dropped, remember?" hakuba: "yeah but it's still so WEIRD like it's OJIRO ARAN from INARIZAKI" hoshiumi: "lol atsumu told me he talks in his sleep, go find out if it's true"

aran actually does recognize hakuba mostly because gin paid him a compliment ONE (1) time and then aran had to listen to atsumu complain incessantly about the "stupid wall of muscle with stupid hair and his stupid height and stupid arms" ever since

ALSO. i think people get hakuba and hyakuzawa mixed up a lot. they've both got a similar height and build and hairstyle and play the same position

(not to mention the similar backstories)

it becomes a running joke throughout the pro leagues and makes for a fun time with falcons v warriors matches

in the event of a hyakuhina hookup (which i feel like actually could happen) they somehow get onto the topic of "haha it'd be even harder to tell them apart with your eyes closed!" and hinata, without thinking, goes "well, i probably could" and everyone is like "WHAT"

he digs himself an even deeper hole by saying "no, i just meant - i know hyakuzawa's body really well!!!" and everyone immediately starts screaming

poor hyakuzawa is dying on the inside

i think shibayama (MY BELOVED) kind of occasionally forgets that he also has his own fanbase and is sort of semi-famous as the libero of tokai heavy industries esperanza bc. he knows kenma and yaku and lev and komi and yamamoto and fukunaga and, in general, a bunch of people that he believes are much more well-known than he is

he's always so flattered whenever someone stops him in the street to ask for a pic or when he sees posts online gushing about him

this is extra funny bc he never talks about his friends like they're famous so all of his teammates don't really know that shibayama is friends with all these other famous people

and then one of them, an avid kodzuken fan, spams their group chat when kodzuken's newest video is released and shibayama shows up in it

they're like "SHIBAYAMA!! HOW COME YOU NEVER TOLD US THAT YOU'RE FRIENDS WITH KODZUKEN??" and shibayama is like "i have?? i talk about kenma-san all the time??" and they're like "YOU'RE TELLING ME KODZUKEN IS THE SAME KENMA-SAN WHO RIPPED HIS HIGH SCHOOL JERSEY TRYING TO JUMP OVER A FENCE???"

(shibayama's second year. they'd been dealing with things. it worked out, in the end. even if they had to lie to nekomata and naoki about why all their jerseys ended up with holes in them.)

i love the pro teams you guys they're so fucking funny

#anyways recently i read go with the cloud north by northwest and holy SHIT #are there some things i could do without??? yeah absolutely #but the art is gorgeous and there are some BANGER lines to quote i am incredibly invested #as always thanks for reading! stay safe and keep doing the best you can #suna rintarou #washio tatsuki #komori motoya #hakuba gao #ojiro aran #hyakuzawa yuudai #hinata shouyou #shibayama yuuki #miya atsumu #ushijima wakatoshi #hirugami fukurou #hoshiumi kourai #suwa aikichi #iizuna tsukasa #kozume kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu!! #sou says stuff

[dragonairice]

The sillies

#yep I’m drawing in class again ✌️ #it’s fine I study on my own time so it’s not like my grades suffer #Sasaki to Miyano #Hirano to Kagiura #Doodle Dilemma #Sasamiya #not tagging everyone because I don’t like these too much fhjejrkd /lh #anyway Miya and Kagi deserve to be friends outside of the dorm AU thank you for coming to my TED talk

[miya-twins]

favourite miya twins panels (together or individually)? 👁️

ohhh this is difficult there's so many good ones...

I didn't go look for any btw, I had all of these already saved, so take that as you will

^^gun to my head if I had to decide for a favourite panel for each of them, these would be it

^^these two are some of my favs pre-ts. I mean the left one is my icon so it's a shoe-in anyway but they look so happy. both of them too!! and I love the contrast to the other one where tsumu looks kinda insane but he's using samu's metaphor from earlier, and samu is feeling hungry for volleyball too. I love when they're in synch like this

^^this one on the other hand I like because it perfectly foreshadows what happens after the ts, all encapsulated in that tiny thought bubble while tsumu is bitching about kageyama <3

^^post-ts I really like these two panels, because they're still so in synch even when it's only atsumu on the court

now have some honourary mentions and cover pages I really like!

#miya atsumu #miya osamu #miya twins #haikyuu #thank you for indulging me mac I had a great time sorting through all my saved panels for the very best ones!!!

[fish-with-more-eyes]

how do i even begin to explain this...

(i got rolled 'the snake' and 'the talking shrub' from the 'characters for an epic tale' graphic and...)

#thank you to everyone in tfgd server who tried to suggest ways i could make atsumu Not a Shrub #unfortunately i decided to make him a shrub anyways #but the input is appreciated #omi sexy snakeman atsumu pathetic shrub agenda #hECK need real tags whoops #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #hq brainrot doodles #haikyuu fanart #my art #sakuatsu #haikyuu

[luminouschaotic]

EVERYONE SHUT UP NEW TIMESKIP ARAN CONTENT

#LOOK AT THESE DUMBASSES i love them so much #everyone say thank you furudate #haikyuu #aran ojiro #atsumu miya #suna rintarou

[tsumus-babydoll]

FAMILY TRIP - ATSUMU MIYA

wc: 1.3k  l fluff ᓚᘏᗢ l gn!reader

tw: reader and atsumu have a child, lots of fluff

a/n: this is my first ever writing on tumblr. i hope it’s alright, if i missed anything please let me know. i would kindly appreciate any kind of feedback! thank you for reading!

sighing you take your hat off of your face. being on vacation with your husband and your chubby little toddler, of course meant, that your husband decided to visit the beach before it’s time to leave.

atsumu loving the beach was nothing new to you, so you were fine with it. even though you hate getting sand stuck everywhere, let alone the amount of people, and having to bear the sun all day long. for him you’d suck it up though, knowing he loves a good opportunity to play beach volleyball while his family is watching, and getting a tan to drive every single fan – aiming at you though - even crazier, (you could see the edits coming, please, you weren’t complaining though). so here you are; laying on a big blanket with an umbrella protecting you and your little family from the sun.

you looked to your right where you saw the great grand miya atsumu laying on his stomach with his hands tucked under his head fast asleep. cute – you thought to yourself, not that you would ever mention it in front of him. on his back laid your one-and-a-half-year-old son, kaito, sprawled out into a starfish position, resembling just his father.

it was about time to leave, the radiant sun setting in with its yellow pinkish lights, but before you just needed to admire the sight in front of you for a few more minutes. a few minutes more wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?

gazing at the father son duo you couldn’t help but coo at them both drooling, one more than the other. you decided to take a few pictures of them. seeing your son with his baby hat, a piece of fabric over his back and his favorite little giraffe doll held onto with a strong grip in his tiny soft hand, made something inside of your heart bloom, you couldn’t be any happier. while you were in awe of your little troublemaker unknown to you your husband was awake watching as your focus was on them.

the sound of giggles fills the air. looking down you are met with the most beautiful pair of eyes you had ever seen, the kind to make your stomach fill with butterflies. “mornin’ baby,” speaking with his groggy voice, you could see, that he’s looking at you like you are the source of beauty.

“mornin’ tsum’, did ya have a good nap?”. a hum and a slight nod are all you get before you let him rest his head in your hand. while closing his eyes you tell him “we should get going, ya know. It’s gonna get dark and you need to drive carefully, sumu”. he opened his eyes “I know, I know. can’t we just enjoy the last few minutes watching the sunset, angel?” he pouts. knowing you cannot resist atsumu you turn, sitting up so you can look at the ocean reflecting all those pretty colors of the sunset.

you feel big arms engulfing you from behind, he rests his head on yours. looking to your side, you realized your lover boy somehow managed to put your still sleeping kaito into his baby seat.

you let yourself relax in his touch, as strokes your arm. feeling his chest with your back, rising and falling, you sink into the of comfort he is providing. both of you sit there, swaying side to side, enjoying the birds chirping in the silence of your toddler’s nap.

“I love you,” he says it like it’s an obvious statement. not like he’s confessing, but like it’s a fact. turning your head, you kiss his bicep acknowledging the love and care he holds for you “I love you too, sum’”. smiling to himself he takes your hand, kisses it and goes ahead to ask you, “why the hell are ya so gorgeous?”

laughing you spin and cradle his lap. he’s grinning at the sound of it, because for him it’s the most beautiful thing in the entire universe.

you gently hold his face like it’s the most precious thing in your palms and realize how warm his skin feels compared to yours. “what?”, he asks looking like the innocence that’s lacking in his personality (smh). “nothin’.”, you say, though the dorky grin on your face tells otherwise. losing yourself in his chocolate brown eyes you murmur, “so pretty.” he flusters, of course he does. no matter how much of an act atsumu puts on to impress you or how tough he acts around you, you simply know he will always be your dear husband, whose age shrinks to teenage boy atsumu, when you’re flirting with him.

he takes your face into his hands and looks down before looking up again. he slowly approaches your soft velvety lips, and you seal the kiss. it’s messy, but surely full of love. you heavily breath out of your nose, grasping onto him while moving your lips to the rhythm he has set. breaking apart you lean onto each other’s foreheads, trying to steady your breathings.

hearing him let out a breath before smiling he asks “let’s get going shall we, baby?”.

before you know it, kaito is awake. groaning you stand up and take kaito into your arms, “hi baby, did ya’ have a good nap? yeah? are ya’ hungry? c’mon let’s getcha something ta eat, huh?”your husband watches you and laughs wholeheartedly. he would’ve never imagined seeing you this swoon over your little family. he grabs the baby bag with the backpack, to pack the blanket in it, after shaking the sand off.

after finishing doing so, he picks up the baby seat and walks towards you, where he sees the love of his life showing his son the birds. he gives your shoulder a peck, “let’s get into the car, hmm?”. you follow him to the parking lot.

once you arrive at your car, he opens the door for you and kaito. putting your toddler into his seat and handing him his play doll you go to sit into the passenger seat. watching atsumu get in as you are ready to go, he puts on his seatbelt and starts the engine. he takes your hand, kisses the top of it – a habit he has made over the years - and puts it on the gear so he can hold it throughout the entire ride back.

the plan for now is to return to the hotel and get ready to fly home to osaka. the car stops at a red light. you see atsumu admiring you. “I’m so lucky to have you as mine, doll.” laughing you respond, “it wasn’ luck sum. you were making a fool out of yourself. I needed to stop you.”. the top of his ears change into a red color recalling all of his embarrassing moments trying to ask you out. you hear you toddler letting out a giggle. surprised you both look back. kaito’s biting his hand and grinning ear to ear, “pwaah...pahahh” is all you hear before atsumu parks the car and starts celebrating due to the first word his son just gave from him. you’ll do your best to make sure you won’t miss your flight; after the celebration that is of course.

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[missmeinyourbones]

if the chara and trope thing is still open ... for a lil thing

can i maaaaaybe ask for a lil thing w atsumu and mutual pining or idiots to lovers LOL

send in a character + trope for a blurb

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“oh my god, look at your hair!”

atsumu’s gaze follows your finger to where it eagerly points at a photo in your old school yearbook. after visiting his childhood home and finding the artifact practically shoved under his mattress, the two of you have spent the last hour giggling at all of the embarrassing old pictures from your teenage years. 

he scoffs at the humor laced in your voice, the one that’s poking fun at his messy dark brown mop from middle school. 

“oh please, that’s ‘samu,” he deflects. 

but growing up with the pair, you know better. he can’t fool you that easily. 

“no it's not,” you scold before cooing back at the little ‘tsumu in the picture, “look how cute you look.”

and at the compliment, atsumu directs his attention back to the book, turning it slightly his way to get a better look at the photo. “cute? lemme see that, oh yeah, that’s me. definitely me.”

a light slap is felt against his shoulder and god, he wants you to touch him again. you'd think he would’ve gotten over this by now—the giddy high he gets every time your skin brushes against his. but here he is, grown and successful and yet still putty in your soft, unknowing hands.  

he points to a candid photograph of you in the cafeteria.

“you always wore those stupid shoes,” he notes, eyeing the big clunky white sneakers that made you about three inches taller. he remembers liking how they made you eye level with him.

you hum, remembering how you’d practically worn the pair into the ground. “they were it back then.”

atsumu looks in the background of the photo to find his younger self sitting a few rows behind you, and while hidden by the camera’s blur, he knows he’s looking at you. he’s always looking at you, stupid shoes or not. 

“can i tell you a secret?” he almost whispers, and it’s unsettling how out of character it is for him. 

with a nervous laugh, you nod. atsumu smiles to himself before returning his attention back to the photo. 

“i had the biggest crush on you in high school.”

you snort, and while it's not the exact reaction he wanted, you’re smiling so he’ll take it. 

“yeah right,” you don't believe his confession for a second so he whines. 

“m’serious.”

and at his sincerity, your laughter fades and your eyes grow like saucers in disbelief. you’re looking at him like he has three heads, like he’s fourteen again and has that atrocious haircut back on his head.

“you’re lying,” you try to call his bluff, but his smile grows even wider. 

“imma lot of things,” he shakes his head at your amusement, “but a liar isn’t one of ‘em.”

“you had a crush on me?”

he watches as excitement slowly brews in your veins while you practically bounce with the need to know more. 

“the biggest crush,” he corrects with a knowing finger in your face. you swat it away as your tongue prods against your cheek in a grin. 

“so you're telling me that i could’ve bagged the atsumu miya.”

you still can, his heart aches. you always can. because it's the truth. he could be halfway across the world doing god knows what with god knows who, and he’d come home to you in a second if you so much as asked. 

but he can’t say that, because you're his friend. so he does what he does best, and he deflects.

“m’just saying! you were funny and pretty,” his voice drifts as the sentence goes on, and you’d think he was being sincere if he didn't suddenly perk up with a sarcastic, “and you gave me your homework sometimes.”

your eyes fall to the way his cupid’s bow bobs as he laughs. it makes you feel sixteen again, having a crush on your best friend and wanting to kiss the smug smile off of his stupid face.

but you can't, because he’s your friend. so you bite your tongue and passively let the moment falter. 

“yeah,” you scoff, “i’m the reason you passed geometry.” 

“and look at me now,” his head plops onto your shoulder in pride, “a genius.”

your eyes fall back on the photo. atsumu doesn't know if you see him in the background, but he hopes you feel him, hopes you know he was there. 

“i never would’ve known,” you whisper carefully. “i mean, you act the same way now that you did back then.”

exactly, atsumu wants to scream, because i still want you. i’m always going to want you. 

he can practically feel the weight of the words balancing on the tip of his tongue. he can say them, he’s sure of it. he's older now—stronger, more mature, and actually capable of being a man worthy of you. 

he opens his mouth to speak, and just as he does, your head turns and your eyes meet his. and feeling like the little boy in the picture, atsumu cowers. 

“maybe i should add acting to my long list of talents.”

#HI MAPLE #thank you for requesting this hehe #ive been meaning to stop by your inbox and leave u a lil message #i always adore ur little tags and giggles on my stuff #so thank you for being the sweetest!!!!! #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x you #atsumu fic #atsumu blurb #atsumu miya fic #atsumu miya blurb #atsumu hq #haikyuu atsumu

[emmyrosee]

baby!tsumu who gets jealous when uncle!samu starts bringing by the person hes been seeing :((

STOP THIS WAS ME, I WAS ALWAYS SO JEALOUS OF MY COUSINS GF BECAUSE SHE WAS TAKING HIM FROM ME OMG

lol now we’re besties but N E WAYS-

but she just doesn’t understand what this new person is doing with uncle osamu, why they’re hanging around his shoulders like she used to, or why they get to steal bites from his food like she used to, or what makes them so great that uncle Samu has to replace baby miya with them.

and it’s bad enough she’s had to hang out with another babysitter for a while, because uncle Samu’s just been too busy to watch huff, but all that does is come together in baby miya’s mind that he just… doesn’t love her anymore, and this is his new bestest friend.

she’s honestly so hurt, she starts to throw tantrums and cry when Atsumu drops her off to be babysat by osamu, clinging to his leg and pleading him to not leave her with her uncle, and honestly, neither twin can pinpoint a cause for the change.

It absolutely destroys Osamu, he has no clue what he did or could’ve done to change his niece’s mind, but the way she’s screaming and wailing for Atsumu to stay -not so different from the way she used to scream and wail to stay with Osamu- tears his heart up to utter shreds.

She literally wants nothing to do with him. For the past week and a half, she’s stomping her feet, disobeying him petulantly, and when Atsumu calls to check in, she’s sniffling and mumbling little ‘wanna come home, daddy’’s. When Osamu buckles her into her little car seat and leans in for a kiss to bring her back to his apartment, she whines and turns away, and Osamu is at his breaking point. After a car ride of silence, he needs to know what the hell is going on. She doesn’t want him to hold her, so he settles for holding her hand to get her up the stairs, and when he unlocks the door, she’s trying to make a break away from him.

“Ah, ah, ah, hold on squirt,” he says, and his heart breaks when his refusal to release her hand causes baby miya to whine in distress, but it’s what he needs to do. She can’t stand him right now, and he can’t stand that fact.

He walks them both to the couch, sitting down on the cushions and plopping her down on his thigh. She does, thankfully, rest her head against his chest, and he nearly cries at the affection.

“How come you don’t want to play with me anymore, hm?” He asks, his cheek resting on her head and thick fingers gently playing with her messy hair. “Do you want to tell me what happened? Or if I can fix it… please?” She sniffles and wipes her nose on his shirt, and when her hiccuping cries only get louder, he rocks them both soothingly. “C’mon munchkin,” he encourages, shushing her softly. “You don’t need to cry, don’t be upset...”

“Y-you’ve been m-mean to me,” she wails out, and the signals in his brain cross sharply at her answer. But he tries to keep his cool, though his thick brows furrow at the toddler’s words.

That was absolutely not what he was expecting, and the mere idea makes bile rise in his throat. “I’m… I’m sorry baby, what do you mean?”

Once again, she wipes her nose on his shirt, and Osamu gently kisses her head to comfort her. “Y-You don’t want m-me anymore,” she mumbles sadly. “‘N that’s why you’ve been seein’ that other mean person… ‘cause they’re gonna take you from me…” her tiny fingers curl in the collar of his shirt, “n’ you don’t like me anymore… so I don’t like you anymore.”

And he tries, god he tries so hard to understand what she’s talking about, but finally, with the words and timeline replaying quickly in his head, it clicks- his jaw slacks and he pulls away quickly from the crying child, whose honey-colored eyes are swollen from tears, and nose dribbling with snot.

“Baby,” he says, voice cracking in saddened relief. “Oh god, baby, no,” he tugs her back to his chest, screwing his eyes shut. “That’s not… that’s not what that means. That’s not going to happen-“

“It did happen!” She pouts, trying to get out of her uncle’s hold. “‘N they get my uncle kissies ‘n they get to play with you ‘n I don’t!” There’s betrayal in her eyes, and he can’t believe neither himself nor Atsumu realized sooner.

“And that’s my fault, sweetheart,” he explains, once again trying to soothe her. “And thank you for using your big girl words, okay? Thank you for explaining to me what made you so upset.” At his praise, she stops squirming and wipes her nose with the back of her hand, blinking up at him. “Listen… listen, I’m sorry, okay?” He begins, hooking a lock of hair behind her ear. “I haven’t been able to spend as much time with you, and it isn’t fair that I brought another person to play with when you thought it would be just us- especially if you thought it was meant to make you sad on purpose.”

“But,” he continues, wiping a teardrop from her puffy cheeks. “That absolutely, 1000% does not mean that I don’t love you with every itty-bitty part of my heart, okay?” Her bottom lip wobbles again, and Osamu slowly rocks his body once more to try and calm them both down. “Me being a big, dumb-dummy doesn’t mean that I ever stopped loving you more than anything, okay?” He sniffs sharply, which catches the attention of baby miya, whose eyes are now wide as saucers. “And I’m so sorry, pumpkin.. that you thought that… that I didn’t w-want you anymore.” He hates that his voice cracks, and he hates that now, his five year old niece is trying to comfort him.

“Don’t cry uncle!” She whines, tiny arms tossing around his neck and squeezing to the point where Osamu can’t breathe all that easy, but he can’t bring himself to stop her. “‘S okay! Don’t wanna make you cry! ‘M sorry!”

“Don’t be sorry, lovey-girl,” he says shakily, pulling her arms down and having her sit back on his knee. “I’m just sad that I made you feel that way. I’m proud of you for telling me, okay?”

She gives him a weak nod. He nudges her softly. “Do… you wanna meet them? Just the three of us can have a play date one day, if you’d like?” She pauses for a minute before she shakes her head shyly, and Osamu nods as he hugs her close and rests his cheek back on her head to envelope her entire frame against his chest. “That’s okay, lovey-girl, you don’t have to yet… thank you for being honest with me.”

“Mkay,” she mumbles, curling her fingers back into his collar.

“…love you, uncle ‘Samu.”

“I love you more, angel.”

And when Atsumu finally makes his way into Osamu’s house to pick up baby miya, there’s a stillness in the air, and when he goes to search for his brother and daughter, he doesn’t have to look far to find them; on the couch, she’s fallen asleep in her uncle’s warm arms, against his broad chest in an attempt to be as close as possible, her fingers gripping his collar, and an episode of paw patrol playing softly in the background. Osamu’s big hands gently pat her bottom and cradle her to him, and he does nothing but blink up at Atsumu with sleepy, yet joyful, eyes.

“So… this is a 180 from the past few days,” Atsumu chuckles, reaching out for his child to be passed to him.

“Just… give me one more minute with her,” osamu hums, nuzzling his nose into her hair and pressing some soft kisses to her scalp, his own eyes closing in contentment. Atsumu rolls his eyes, “great, now I gotta deal with this again-“

But Osamu can’t even care for his brothers jokes; not when his bestest friend in the whole world is curled against his chest and sleeping soundly, like he’s needed for days now.

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[mitsuyaya]

hello 👋 can you do angst #44 + #28 with atsumu? i don't really like to read angst stories but there's something about how you write angst fics that made me feel like i'm really a masochist 🥲

when you fall for someone it feels like everything crashes; your peaceful day, sanity, everything.

the world will come to an abrupt stop and everything from the pedestal will fall, ear splitting sounds of something breaking echoing from within.

that's how it felt like when you found yourself falling for Atsumu Miya, the man you only got in contact with because of a friend.

those moments you shared with him felt surreal, it's like reality and make-believe combined.

the feeling of his hands subtly wrapping around your waist when the room crowds with reporters, his silvery voice calling out your name in such a manner that leaves you dumbfounded, and his efforts that keeps you yearning for his presence everyday.

but just like everything there is, the world will once again revolve. the broken things would be repaired and it will go back to its original place.

it’s the same way with Atsumu — from the days where you would wake up and go to sleep talking with him on the phone turned into a whole week of being radio silent. dialing his number only to be met with the words that says ‘did not answer’ or ‘busy.’

days where he'll greet you first when you visit the court turned into him avoiding you like a plague or excuses he relayed to his teammates saying he’s busy practicing, showering or just tired.

it gets to the point that it just becomes irritating rather than painful.

“what did I do for you to treat me like this, ‘Tsumu?” months of receiving this kind of treatment became taxing and you've had enough, you don't deserve this.

“just go home y/n, ‘m tired” he grumbles, his back facing you as he packs his things one by one. “you always say that. ignoring, avoiding, giving me those lame excuses! I just want to talk. Is it that difficult?”

he didn't answer, still fixated on his things and treating you as if you're a ghost. you definitely don't deserve any of this.

Unable to stop your tears from falling you let the words you tried to hold back slipped from your lips “What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

This time he looked as though you said something unbelievable, something that irks him.

Having had enough, Atsumu grabbed his backpack and attempted to leave the locker room.

Before he could leave you blocked the door, sniffling “Please just give me an explanation ‘Tsumu.”

Frankly, if he had just told you even the worst explanation you've ever heard you'd forgive him but the words he just uttered:

“Move out of my way before I make you.” it's enough to make you realize that he wasn't the man you fell in love with.

If you were to be completely honest, even if you'll be called stupid for saying this – you still want him back.

Even as your heart crashes at the sight of him being happy and kissing someone else — you're still foolishly in love with Atsumu Miya.

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atsumu (the fave ever) for the ask game if you havent done him already :D

guy of all time tbh <3

uhhh many thoughts??? it's not super serious but atsuoi always get bullied a lot worse than most others by the fandom for surface level things like, y'all can't come up with something creative? also not to get off track with my feelings on insecure atsumu but that's another crime against him.

anyways i love putting this man into situations and balancing that out with his ego and confidence. he's so great i wish he was written accurately more often, even if only as a background character. also he embodies growing up in ways that are really personal to me lol. anyways i think about him a normal amount !

#was tempted for would kiss him bc if i would for anyone in haikyuu it would be him. but also no thanks <3 #i got another atsumu ask but since it was abt the twins i'll just link it to this one :D #thank you for asking abt my specialest guy ever. i'm love him #haikyuu #miya atsumu #maz answers #goatedgreen #ask game answers