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getoswhore · 2 years

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bella, you'd absolutely rock this.

atsumu as your brother's best friend? (let's say your brother's suna lmao) always comes over to hang out with him but basically always has his eyes on you? and he controls himself but like, this one time you come out with those high waisted booty shorts and he cannot control himself any longer so he excuses himself to "go to the bathroom" and rails you in there lmao.

been a complete whore for tsumu lately, I'd do anything for my mans😭💗

‘ DOWN THE DRAIN! — atsumu miya.

☰ ft : atsumu x f! reader

+ synopsis : your big brother's best friend has always quirked an interest to you everytime he's around, and this time, he makes sure it's even more the obvious for you tonight. | est. 2.0k+ wc.

cw/tw ; sws + big cock tsumu, suna is big bro (platonically), unprotected sex, cum play, spanking (fr just 1x), no prep :(, pet names, lots of sloppy kisses, slight choking, degrading, biting, masturbation (m.), mirror sex, praising, facial.

+ note : i might've gotten a little off track with your plot idea?? but it's still along the lines, dw bb. <33 but this was super fun to write!! i love secret sex, like the panicked rush is just so, >.<

you can hear them, again.

the shouting, cursing, and insanity embarking through the thin walls.. hearing how your brother and his close friend, atsumu, that tall and big-headed blonde now bumping heads together for who's better at an obnoxious game they compete in. hearing how they holler at each other when one starts winning, or even the small clunk of a flimsy remote clashing against the hard floors; the crinkle of plastic crushing at the rough contact makes you flinch.

and that's when you lean back up from the comfort of your bed, a scowl marinating your features, strong too; brows furrowed deep, a crease lining between them, lips pursed tight in a thin line, nostrils even flaring as you try to steady your breathing.

“this is the tenth and final time.” you mutter before quickly slipping on your warm slippers, and scurrying with heavy stomps to your big brother's room.

you don't even bother to knock this time either; a strong grip lands tightly on that golden knob, and quickly follows a sharp twist to swing open the door. a gust of short wind plows through as you do, and the snaps of heads with wide and confused glares shoot directly at you.

“shut up! you guys sound like barbarians in here, and ‘m tryna’ sleep!” you grumble, yet the scowl you flout only makes your brother quirk a brow up at you, lips even tinting with an irksome curl.

“hey! learn some manners and knock first before telling us what to do, now get out.” your brother mutters.

that thin lip hold you held now drops into a small ‘o’, annoyed he even dared to bring up manners when he's yelling atop his lungs for getting last place in a video game at 2 am.

you can even see atsumu sitting across from him almost cracking a smile. the corner of your eyes catching glimpse of atsumu sitting slouched with a chill expression; legs spread wide in grey sweats, toned arm branching over the bean bag to turn towards the commotion.

the casual, droopy look he holds flickers into a bright and inquisitive one; eyes hooded now peel wide to get a better look at you.. too focused on the temper you throw, his brown and docile gazes quickly travel across your exposed skin, and there was a lot; admiring how the tight pink shorts you wear bite into your supple skin, thin fabric even cupping right at the curve of your perk ass. and he can't help but feel a strong pang shoot between his legs soon as he catches glimpse of your perky tits pressing hard against your loose shirt; pebbled peaks, hard and firm against the white cloth.

atsumu’s tongue instinctively flicks out, swiping across the plump of his lips and shinning them as he almost drools at the way the plush of your thighs shift in annoyance; foot-stomping hard as you try to raise a cruel tone to your brother, but suna pitches in first,

“why’re you still standin’ there for? get out!” his slump body now perks up to raise, rough hands trying to push you out the door.

“what?! hey, asshole! you and your dumb friend need to both shut up or this won't happen.” you fumble.

suna mocks your words with a hiss, a cruel mockery as he pushes you out. yet, at the side, atsumu watches from afar, not minding the hurl, but the small jiggle of your tits bouncing in your shirt freely, thighs moving around to keep your footing from the pushes, even to your pout makes his cock jerk in his confines; that innocent mixed with anger type look, he could feel his cock beat with adrenaline, pumping with rushed blood at the small quiver in your lips.

you stumble, “please! just at least be quite—”

“we will! your gonna have some peace while we go to the corner store real quick, needa’ get more junk ‘n vapes.” suna butts in, hands now fishing in his back pocket to check if his flimsy wallet is in there.

“whatever, even when you two come back—”

“i said we will, relax, little sis, so pouty.” he hands you off, and waves atsumu over, “hey, comin’ to the corner store with me?” he asks, hand twirling around a twenty.

“nah, wanna see the ending to this.” atsumu yells out, but he knows he's lying, good too, straight through his teeth because suna catches the bait, shrugging his shoulders and nodding him off.

“dont get mad at me when i come back with snacks just for me.” suna wisps past you, watching him with peeved eyes till you couldn't anymore.

rolling your batted eyes, you do the same, yet more maliciously; twisting hard and huffing down the halls, before turning sharply into the hallway bathroom.

you sigh, getting close to the mirror and sink, and as your hand raises to lift the faucet to pour, a stilled knock lands at the door behind you.

“‘m in here— h-hey! weirdo, get out!” you swore you locked it, but the tall and sauntering miya twin stood before you and proving other-wise, displaying a weeping look, apologetic and soft, dewy enough to reel you out of your quickend bitterness.

“sorry, i just wanted to apologize about tonight,” an easy footing brings him closer to you, “i didn't want you going to sleep annoyed, so, ‘m sorry.” his head tilts softly.

nodding, “it's alright.” you perk a small smile, not realizing how close he suddenly got in this cramped bathroom..

“but if there's anything i can do to make it up to you,” atsumu steps almost chest to chest with you, a lingering hand finding itself wondering close to your side, “just let me know, and i’ll do it, y/n.” he leans close, the smell of his college wisps through your nose, rich and sweet, “maybe even help you get a good nights sleep..” atsumu breathes in the air you shakily let out, so close, feeling almost the brush of your lips touch.

you try to swallow down the sudden rise of elation bubbling at your throat, “anything?”.

“anything, sweetheart.”

he couldnt help it anymore, the strong urges repulsing against him leaned him forward, filling the space between you two. and he can tell he made you feel something as he pressed his lips hard against yours, a slippery smear of a kiss landing roughly as his right-hand clips to your side, firm and easy, yet with enough brute to reel you flush against his body.

and you can't deny it, the sudden elation sparking through you both forced you harder together, practically molding into one.

the buzz to your brain mushes, “a-atsumu, gotta hurry—mph!—suna could be b-back.” each word you try to spill out only gets pushed back in; a warm, sloppy tongue delving deep into your mouth, curling and playing idly with yours.

you lend into him, lewd groans echo though at the pinch of his hands squeezing at your sides; feeling them clip hard into the soft of your hips, squeezing and grasping at any skin he can grab onto firmly– greedily.

“turn.. around.. wanna fuck you, so bad—fuck—wanna fuck you, please, let me fuck you in the mirror, watch your pretty self get fucked by me.” he was blurbing out any spews of lewd that came to his mind, anything just spilling out, nonsense, some not of even real words as he leeched against you.

“quick ‘tsumu, just hurry ‘n fuck me as you want.” you breathe out, letting him turn you sharply; pretty face close to the mirror and perk ass pouted up and against the hard tent in his confines.

hearing those words fall through your lips and into his ears tickled at his brain, goosebumps to even lick up his spine.

it was like a fever dream.

and he doesn't waste any precious time either; callused hands clipping hard and fast around the mesh band of your soft shorts, eager thumbs pulling down the skimpy fabric and letting them fall to your ankles. wide soil eyes, entranced and boggled, the sheer view of your ass bouncing in his view bare, no cute panties to cover your dignity, just plump and round flesh jiggly in his view made him audibly groan.

“fuck, got such a perfect ass, princess.” atsumu cracks down a cruel hand against your sensitive mound of flesh, squeezing your ass in a firm grip.

your bottom lip catches between your teeth, cheeks rising, flush at his words as you wiggle closer to him.

his free hand quickly fumbles against the short tie of his sweats, loosening them till the thump of his cock can pop out; sliding his hefty length free, he grabs it hard and firm, pumping it with a quick swipe to watch the oozing pearl of pre to pool over the flush, beating crown of his cock.

“fuck, gonna stuff you so full.” and he meant that, feeling just the soft round tip of his cock nudge between your folds already had your fingers scrabbling for purchase against the porcelain sink.

“gonna split you wide.” atsumu sighs out with eager eyes batting up to watch entranced at the pretty mirrored view of your own eyes knocking to the back of your head as he budged through; a cruel thrust snapping hard against your hips.

the sheer mass of his cock stretches you to the hilt at the burden and invading fill, “take that cock, baby. fuck yes.” atsumu could feel his balls already tightening up; the slick warmth of your sopping cunt sloppily drooling around his length made his brain buzz.

and you don't stop the whine spilling out of your mouth, gasping at the quick fill and the tight snug, feeling atsumu already setting a cruel rhythm; strong hips reeling back, fat tip merely slipping out only to fill you back up again with a strong buck of his hips.

“so fuckin’ tight, takin’ this cock so good.” crude. noisy. maybe it's in his nature—to be loud, garish, and unnervingly precise. just like in his career, always shouting and toppling over one another, and it's clung to him, hearing muffled moans and curses falter at the shell of your ear every time he stuffs himself overwhelmingly deep back inside of you. that, and the fact that atsumu grips at your hips–digging in deliciously–like gripping at that white, green ball in his competitive games; frustration and all only excitement.

“fuck! ‘tsumu—!” you swallow–or you make the valiant attempt to; tasting salt as you sputter out pathetic mewls of his name. feeling only all but his cock drilling deep into your weeping cunt, nerves almost going into shock at each quick pump.

only adding more to the churning elation, “yeah, say my name, baby. scream it, let me hear that pretty voice of yours.” atsumu leans close with all teeth and no tender lips tracing at the quiver of your shoulder, manifesting excitement itself in the shape of bruised, meshed yellow and purple hickeys with crescent-shaped bite marks deep into your skin.

your eyes buzz into a fade, eyelids heavy and hooding at the sharp prick of shards of teeth keening into your skin.

but, catching glimpse through heavy lashes, the pure sight of him rocking into you, bouncing you forward, hard and fast, forcing your perk tits to bounce in sync beneath your shirt at each rough buck he snaps against you with, makes your cunt flutter. makes you instinctively clench hard and restrict tightly around his slippery length, and the flutter makes atsumu’s hips to buckle with a deep, shaky breath flaring out his nose.

“you love this cock huh? feel you getting more wet, milking me– squeezing around me like a little slut.” he sneers.

and he quickly snakes under a teasing hand beneath your shirt, soft pads of his fingers skimming gently across your tensing tummy before traveling further up and catching a mean hold around the soft mound of your bouncing tit. pinching in playful cruelty, he rolls your erect bud between his thumb and pointer, pulling and squeezing till your clumsy elbows almost buckle.

catching yourself before dislodging your weakened and desperate grip from the counter, you try to steady your shaky clutch, biting down hard at your swollen lips in hopes to focus. but the sudden rough and callsuled hand squeezing up to your throat, thumb and fingers digging into both sides of your neck catches you. a cruel grip shaking your head up, forcing your dazed eyes–red and rolling white–to focus at the wanton arch of your own back, flushed cheeks, a sheen of sweat uneven dabbling at your hairline, even saliva dripping from your sloppy, hinged open mouth.

“so fuckin’ filthy, look at you, like a pretty little slut, can't even focus, drooling too’.” atsumu pushes deep, pelvic bone pressing hard against your ass, a quick snap of skin clashing together, stinging at the draw, and it echos loud.

“atsumu? where you at?”

both of you freeze, dazed eyes gathering focus and peeling wide at the sharp tone of suna’s voice ringing right down the hall.

“bro? i got rice balls and ‘m not sharing.” atsumu’s eyes are crazed wide, and you swear you can hear his heart beating out of his chest. he looked petrified to say the least, not wanting to get caught fucking his best friend's little sister in his house.

but the strong clip he has wrapped around your throat slithers up to your mouth, clapping a mean hand over and ceasing your heavy breathing.

“atsumu? bro, where the fuck are you—”

“hold on! i’m, uh–i’m using the, uh, using the bathroom!” atsumu sputters out, stumbling over his words in panic.

“oh.. thought you left. alright i’ll be eating my rice balls, but hurry up.” you can hear suna’s shoes clicking down the hall before hearing his bedroom door shut.

you both settle there, breathless, “holy shit,” atsumu chokes out, “he’s gonna kill me.” he can feel his cock jerk, twitching deep in your gummy walls at just the thought of getting caught. and he couldn't tell if it was the fear creeping up on him or the wanton excitement.

atsumu sucks in his lower lip, biting down hard as his gaze shifts back to you; you look wrecked, a total mess with droopy eyes and fevered cheeks, pearls of sweat beating down your temples.

“‘m so close—”

“hey, sis! you still got my remote?” you both haven't even moved an inch and you can already hear suna walking down the hall again, fast in movements too.

“shit, shit–get on your knees,” your face contorts confusingly, feeling his hefty cock slide out of you. and you swing around and lift your pants back up quickly, getting yourself put together before sliding to your knees on the hard marbled floors.

you raise a brow up to him, “got.. idea..” he's parched and out of breath, too hot to think, but the knowing icy chill that slithers up his spine is a warning enough to hurry up and pop his needed load.

atsumu pants, eager hand gripping hard and firm around the base of his sensitive cock, twisting and jerking hard; the smooth skin gliding over with each quick stroke.

“y/n? sis, where are you–hey, atsumu where's my sister?” the clock is ticking and atsumu’s idiotic plan is coming to play.

“‘tsumu, hurry–” lungs too small to accommodate the rush of air, the sudden warm feel pooling over your lips and some splotching over your eyelids, atsumu groans out a breathy shy moan as his back hunches forward, cum spraying out from his flush tip. its thick and warm, creamy like too, tasting some on the tip of your tongue from swiping it across your upper lip.

“atsumu?” heavy feet are marching they're way over now, hearing the drastic mewl retch out from atsumu raised concern to suna.

atsumu grabs your arms tightly, lifting you back to your knobbly legs, “rub, rub it in–” and he's trying hard to make sense of this as he shakily shoves himself back into his confines.

the tapping of your feets shuffling around the bathroom makes suna raise a firm fist to the door.

“hey! what the fuck are you guys doing in there?!”

atsumu creaks open the door before suna could throw another punch to it, “hey, relax. y/n just wanted to do face masks with me ‘n i didn't want you to make fun of me.” atsumu clears his throat, thumb pointing over to you.

suna cocks a brow, once stormed filled eyes wide, now simmer, glimpsing over to the back of your head and eyeing you through the mirror, watching you rub at your cheeks with a substance.

“whatever, just don't lock the door next time you little girls.”

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lowkeyremi · 5 months

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when your boyfriend atsumu meets your best friend oikawa it does NOT go well.

you would think their personalities are similar so they'd get a long.

but oh how wrong that was. their egos are both huge so it's like two male peacocks fighting for dominance.

"well they're MY best friend. i met them before you even did! also your dye job is horrendous." oikawa would say to tsumu and he's not even phased because everyone always has something to say about his hair.

"I don't wanna to hear anythin' from someone who didn't make it to nationals at all in high school!!" atsumu would bite back because he plays dirty.

"tsumu! why would you say that??" you're behind atsumu not trying to get into the argument but that was such a low blow you just had to say something.

oikawa would just laugh with venom in his tone, "i bet they didn't tell you I was their first kiss, huh?" oikawa's arms are crossed and he's smiling like a villain.

atsumu whips his head around to look at you, "baby is that true??" shit. there's that pout of his.

"well.. yeah but like we were just trying things out back then... uh it was before i even met you tsumu." you respond nervously.

"i'm so sorry ya had to kiss such 'n ugly person, baby." your eyes about pop out of your skull.

"atsumu stop! babe this is just-"

"they didn't seem to think i was too ugly because they leaned in for another kiss afterward and it turned into a hot make out sesh." the memories come flooding back into your brain of the time you had made out with your best friend.

atsumu is seeing red now, "shut yer trap! they're with me and they love my kisses wayyyy more than yers which is why we're dating and yer just the best friend."

rest assured iwaizumi had finally come back from the bathroom and split the two apart.

"quit it you knuckle heads!! you clearly have a type, why'd you have to go for the snotty obnoxious guys??" he asks you with a roll of his eyes. he's also in the middle of them to keep a fight from breaking out not that you think they'd get physical. both are capable of leaving someone mentally damaged.

"i have no clue iwa, but thank you. let's go atsumu, you're not getting out of this one. i'll call you later, toru!" you drag atsumu by his arm and he's muttering nonsense about hating oikawa.

a/n: i based this off of this :3

#i swear they would fight each other #i remember i used to watch those haikyuu text stories and kawa + tsumu were always besties #i think i like it better when they're rivals tho #cuz they're literally the same person just different fonts #anyway...#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #oikawa torū #oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa toru x reader

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ktsumu · 9 days

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18+ NSFT MDNI. SHOWER ACTION.

You already know that Atsumu's in the shower before you hear him in it, nudging the front door shut behind you, heels falling off of your groaning feet. The first matchup of the pre-season has ensured that.

Muscle memory makes you step over the routine dufflebag he drops in the very middle of the entryway, shaking the strap off of your ankle when it catches. His sweater's on the back of the couch.

You'd take it down the hallway with you, but you follow the clothes like a roadmap instead. Toeing along, kicking his track pants out of the way with a scoff, rolling your eyes and wondering how he completely missed the hamper.

An athlete, he calls himself.

The shower turns your bedroom hot, steaming up the windows from the open ensuite door, the mirror dripping with water. You can feel the humidity ruining the hair you worked so hard to keep tidy this morning.

"Atsumu?" You sigh, tugging it loose and glancing at him through the mirror.

It's more so what you can see of him— the frosted glass of the shower punishes you mostly, keeps you to watching his blurry body turn, his head twist to your voice. You can see him turn to face the water again.

"Hey baby. How's work?"

"I'm gonna guess better than the game today?" You pick up his sweaty jersey with your foot, taking in the distinct yet familiar smell of sharp pines and locker room. "Judging by the state of our home."

Atsumu breathes out sheepishly, but it sounds like a grin. "I'll clean it all up, don't worry."

"I know you will."

"Yeah, for sure." He hesitates, humming when he rubs at the crook of his neck. "Maybe tomorrow morning? Swear."

You don't care when he cleans it up, really. Your eyes haven't left the shower.

Quietly, you start to undo your blouse, shrugging it off of your shoulders and peeling it off of your sticky skin. You toss it near Atsumu's abandoned shorts.

"Been in there a while?" you huff, blindly turning on the fan. "Hot as hell in here."

"Everything hurts," he groans. "Fuckin' hate coming off the off-season— not used to it."

You purse your lips. "Gonna stay in for a little while longer?"

It's quiet, aside from the shower running. His shadow moves, leans closer to the glass before standing upright again. His hands tease you over the top, combing through his hair.

"If someone wants to keep me company, can't really say no."

(He must sense your eyes rolling, because he chuckles and slips the door open a crack.)

You shimmy your tight skirt down your legs, stepping out of everything embarrassingly fast. Your cami ends up hanging off the sink and your pantyhose are in a ball, but Atsumu's waiting hand has you getting inside the shower as fast as you can manage.

Where he isn't drenched in water, he's painted by a thin sheen of heat, the steam of the shower dripping down his temple. His hand welcomes you first, guiding you closer so his lips can greet you next.

Atsumu rests a hand on the side of your face, droplets of water swarming down your chest like snakes. He kisses you sloppily, tongue trying at yours the second you let him, teeth grazing your lip when you pull away like he's begging you to stay.

"Sore, huh?"

His eyes travel down— over your chest, sternum, hips. His hands follow in the same order like a drill— tits, chest, beautiful, beautiful hips. "Forget I said anything 'bout that,"

"You should rest, really,"

"Stop teasin' me, it's just cruel," he frowns, "need you to give me a cure tonight,"

"Yeah? It's called eight hours of sleep and Voltaren."

He rolls his eyes, lidded with said sleep— the hand holding yours that pulls you closer and his half-hard cock between you say something entirely different.

Atsumu's hand gropes your ass, fingertips dinging into fat until you get impossibly closer, until he's basically against your stomach and you're basically just looking at his lips.

"You should—"

"Should," he emphasizes, murmured against your mouth as he kisses you again, chaste but lingering, "but this is what I'm actually gonna do."

"What?"

"You," he hums, tucking a strand of your half-wet hair behind your ear, blocking the water and hoarding you to himself. "Gonna be my cleanse."

You snort, fingers smoothing over his abs and down to the base of his cock, nails gently running over the dark trail of hair. "That right?"

"Mmmyeah," he says through a groan, yawning before he slots a hand in between your legs, trailing it up your inner thigh as you finally get him in your hand. It's the only place he's wanted to be all night, besides your bed. "Feel so fuckin' good, fuck,"

You sigh against his chest, tilting your head up to taste him again. Like spearmint, like the gum he must've chewed on the drive home just knowing you'd end up here.

"Shit, alright," he sighs, hips lazily rolling into your palm as you look up at him with eyes that make him wanna pass out.

"Gotta choose now— you wanna be on your knees first or do ya want 'em over my shoulders?"

You breathe out a laugh, sliding your hands over his slippery arms, over every muscled ridge as you lower yourself to the tile floor, kissing his hip when you get there. "Romantic, really."

Atsumu's body tilts your way, chasing your lips down, leaning into your touch as he brushes a thumb over your cheek. The kiss you place on his flushed tip is greatly appreciated— he lets you know it.

"Yeah, honey, I try," he breathes. He smiles so warmly down at you that it's almost like you're not about to suck him off. "Just wait until I get you to bed, yeah?"

"We both know you're falling asleep."

"Well, after we get outta here you will be, too."

"Mm, we'll see."

Atsumu barks a laugh, delicately running his hand up your nape before taking a stronger hold on the base of your hair.

"Oh, you're so on."

#what is this? i dont know. shower sex pregaming with atsumu???? in such a tsumu mood tonight wrote this in 20 #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut #kit writes

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noosayog · 11 months

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wc: 500

content/warnings: arguing, slamming doors, angst, cheating(?)

part 5. directory here.

"Hold on," you hear him chasing after you. You pick up the pace, sidestepping rowdy groups and the wall of Atsumu's teammates.

You’re able to get to your door, fumbling with the keys. You’re yanking the door open when he catches up.

"Just hold on one fuckin' second," he says when he grabs ahold of your arm with enough force to topple you backwards.

"What, Atsumu? Just let me go!" You're mortified to find hot tears welling up. You forcefully shake his hands off to press the heel of your palm against the offending eye.

"You're misunderstanding the situation," he starts.

"Misunderstanding?" you parrot.

"Yeah, just let me explain." He presses, stepping all up into your personal space.

"Fine then," you yell back. "Let's hear this explanation."

"We didn't, I didn't do anything."

You remain quiet, expecting more, but that's all Atsumu seems to have to say. That was the extent of his explanation. You kick yourself for even expecting anything more out of someone like him.

"So what," you grit out, lowly, slowly. "After a series of incidents in which you played no role in, you found yourself in bed, a girl sitting on your lap, making out with you? You did nothing and it all just happened?"

"Well, I-"

"Save it, Atsumu. And get the fuck off of me."

"Just hear me out-"

"I did. And you had nothing. So go away. Go away and stay the fuck away." The sheer volume and force of your words push him further from your door until it takes one final shove to push him out the door and out of your space. You slam the door and bolt every lock shut.

Outside, Atsumu slams his fist frustratedly at the door.

"Fuck!" you hear him yell.

You beeline straight to the bathroom to wipe the stupid glitter you have on your eyes, blush you have on your cheeks, and gloss you have on your lips. A sick part of you thinks that despite that whole fiasco, Atsumu never even made a comment about how you looked. You scrub harder until your cheeks and eyelids turn red, then dive straight under the covers. The tears are falling freely now and you press your face into your comforter to muffle the sobs, knowing that if they are even a decibel louder, Atsumu could probably hear them through the walls.

You can't help but replay the scene in your mind. Seeing Atsumu and someone else lock lips on his bed, the very same one he had pried some of your most closely held secrets in late night conversations on, made you sick. Did he even notice that you owned that same top that girl was wearing? The same one that he had badgered you about wearing on your official first date? The one that you mustered all your courage up to wear for him when you decided you could trust him? The mix of tears and snot stain your blanket and the sniffles become convulsions when you feel the bile rising up in your throat. You throw your covers off and run to the toilet to vomit the contents of your stomach out, wondering how it could be possible that him breaking your heart could hurt you more than when he gave you a concussion.

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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“How did you get in my house?”

Your voice is anything but surprised to see the familiar intruder to your home, your eyes rolling into your skull as the one and only Atsumu Miya stands, happily, casually, in front of the fridge with his lips tucked into the spout of strawberry milk.

“You gave me a key, ‘member?” He hums, putting the milk away and closing the door. “Me and ‘Samu, for emergencies.”

“No, I gave you both a key to water my plants,” you grumble, tossing your own keys on the table and clutching the small bag in your hand closer to your chest. “Besides, I don’t know if craving strawberry milk classifies as an ‘emergency’.” Your protection over the bag only makes him tilt his head in interest, and you hate how cute you find the action. “What’re you looking at?”

“What’s in the bag?” He asks, pointing rudely at the pink bag in your grasp. “I thought we were going shopping together this weekend.”

“We are,” you say, voice lacking confidence. “But I needed… something for tomorrow night.”

“Like what?”

You feel your temple throb at his persistence, “‘Tsumu, don’t you have someone else to bother?”

“Not until practice tomorrow.”

“Well can you go bother your brother?”

“Your boyfriend told me to scram so he could plan out the menu for your date tomorrow night, try again.”

“Dear god,” you snarl, but you shake your head and plant a kiss to his cheek, watching him smile happily at the simple affection, “fine, you know where the snacks are, just… just give me like. 15 minutes, I need to call Rintaro.”

“Oo!” He says eagerly, “can I come! I haven’t talked to Suna in a while!”

“Absolutely not,” you answer promptly, and Atsumu deflates. “You, sit and stay. I just need his opinion on something.”

“Woah woah woah!” Atsumu interjects, watching you in betrayal.

“What?” You scoff, a brow cocking at his audacity and arms crossing over your chest. He looks at you incredulously, “uh, I don’t know; don’t you want my opinion on it?”

“Not really,” you deadpan, and this clearly doesn’t sit well with the blonde twin, as he scoffs and throws his head back, pawing at you and the bags dejectedly.

“Come on, I’m your best friend!” Atsumu whines, smiling hopefully. “Doesn’t my opinion matter to ya? Especially if it’s got somethin’ to do with your date with ‘Samu. Ain’t I the one to ask?”

The way your upper lip snarls makes Atsumu flinch back, but you know the brother of Osamu goddamned Miya is not about to backdown from your secrecy, so- against your better judgement, perhaps- you cave.

“Oh, yes, okay,” you clear your throat and reach in the bag to pull out the two sets of lingerie, blinking innocent at the bottle blonde whose eyes nearly bug from his skull. “Best friend, which one of these do you think would make me look hotter, so your twin brother would want to plow me?”

His jaw moves, but no sound comes out as you raise your brow expectantly. A smirk spreads over your lips as honey-colored eyes shift from one fabric to the other, and finally he clears his throat and plops back down on your couch. His cheeks are scarlet and he’s doing all he can to avoid your gaze, and it fills you with joy to know you’ve won this one.

“The blue one…” he mumbles shyly.

You quirk your jaw at him dominantly, “that’s what I thought, Miya.”

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kazumist · 1 year

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“my lips are getting dry lately.”

he looked at your lips to check how dry they were, and you were right; they were very dry. a thought pops into his head, and he tries to hold back his laugh.

“do you know what that means?” he then asks.

“uhm, no?” confusion laced your tone as you tilted your head sideward.

“having dry lips means you need a kiss.”

it took you a few seconds to process what he said before you smacked his head, making him yell at the sudden pain.

maybe next time, he'll get a chance.

heizou, CHILDE, and kaeya.

#( rambles )#astronetwrk #favoniuslibrary #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #heizou x reader #childe x reader #kaeya x reader #heizou #childe #kaeya #i cant think of anyone else uhm #i kinda wanted to add haikyuu characters but Uhm i dont write for haikyuu .... yet #THIS WLD BE SO KUROO TSUMU AND SAMU THOUGH #based from an interaction w my irl when i said that my lips were dry

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summer-may · 1 year

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husband!atsumu is petty when you fight. he will pull no stops to make sure you talk to him. he knows how stubborn you are, so he will get ready to do elementary shit.

he will tighten all the jars, put your favorite cups on the top shelf, hide the pans, hell, he'll even hide your go to eyeliner and mascara. lmao. he'll then wait because he knows you'll try your best but then yell begrudgingly for him to help.

as you go to the kitchen to make dinner, you ignore atsumu sitting on the couch and put the pan on the stove. as you take out all the ingredients and try opening the lid of the sauce, you for the life of you cannot seem to open it. can't open another sauce jar too. hmm. that seems weird, huh.

you narrow your eyes and duck out of the kitchen to look at atsumu and see him turn around in a hurry.

"miya!" you yell, stomping towards him.

"yes, honey?" he asks sweetly, a look of absolute innocence on his face.

"did you screw on the lids super tight?" you shake the said evidence in front of his face, "every freaking jar?!"

the twinkle in his eye returned, and he was trying so hard to not smile. he really wanted to grin so bad. "i would never, i say never do such a thing!"

you knew he was lying, brat. but the annoyance was dissipating due to how excited he was when you came to talk to him. it didn't matter to him that you came to yell, but just that you finally started talking to him.

and the fight was stupid anyway, so the fact that you were going to make dinner to apologise and makeup with him was in line with what was going on now.

you couldn't hold the small smile that came onto your face, "you're an ass, you know that right?"

his arms go around your waist and pulls you on his lap, "i know, but i'm your one and only ass, that loves you very, very much."

you drop the sauce jar on the couch and hold his face in your hand making him pout, "i love you very, very much," and give him small pecks as you speak. "dork."

atsumu shakes your hand off and holds onto your neck to give you a kiss that melts your brain and makes you breathless. "missed holding you, baby."

you didn't know you could love this man more, but you were melting at this point, you cuddled up into his chest while kissing him.

"it's literally been a hour, honey."

"and?" he quips, his smile sweet and hands now moving the usual path along your body. "sixty minutes knowing you are angry with me is torture, baby."

the jar, the fight, the annoyance all gone. and now just you and your husband loving each other remaining in your house.

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanon #atsumu x reader #haikyuu!!#fluff #atsumu miya #miya atsumu x reader #miya astumu #atsumu #atsumu × you #atsumu headcanons #tsumu #my works

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lovelyunholyc · 1 year

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he feels a little silly sometimes, always staying at your place instead of having you over at his.

atsumu can't remember exactly when yours started feeling more like home, and his more like somewhere he needs to stay sometimes when you're busy and he needs to work, too. he makes the excuse that your bed is bigger and more comfortable, with your "hundreds" of pillows and soft, soft blankets (he wonders how he'd ever fit comfortably in his own bed alone all this time, much less entertained others, not that anyone before you could be compared - it feels too lonely now, anyway, on the nights he's relegated to needing to sleep alone in it) but he doesn't think it matters in the end, because any free time he has, he's at your doorstep, usually with a snack, treats from his brother, or your favorite drink.

he thinks he falls in love with you all over again when you decide to give him his own key.

atsumu crushes you in his embrace, needs you to breathlessly shriek at him that you can hardly breathe to remind him of his strength. he settles for peppering kisses all across your face and jaw and neck until you're pushing him away playfully, laughing, an irresistible tinge to your skin, glowing with love. he assumes he looks the same, he feels it blooming deep in his chest and hopes you can see it just as plainly on his face, every facet of his being.

"you in love with me or something?" you can't help but tease, though the answer is plain as day, carved into his handsome features and sparkling in his eyes.

"very much so," he replies anyway, beaming at you, then the tiny cut of metal in the palm of his hand that he thinks he'll cherish forever, long after you've moved out and he's put you both in an even bigger space - a shared one, officially. the thought makes his chest warm.

atsumu all but sprints to latch it onto his keyring, then grabs your hand excitedly and leads you to the door. "c'mon, baby, i gotta make ya one for mine, too."

one day, you'll both only need one set.

he pauses at your doorway, turning back to you and kissing your wrist, a gesture that never fails to make you smile. "this really means a lot to me. and, you're never getting rid of me now." he winks, and you giggle.

"i wouldn't dream of it, 'tsumu."

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forusomimiya · 5 months

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I don't like to mix both miya twins in the same post because it can cause misunderstandings but Atsumu is so desperate for you and regrets so much for not go for you that night at the graduation party two years ago that when you go to his house for the first time to visit Osamu and you both finally end up getting laid in his room, on the other side of the wall Atsumu can't help but touch himself while hes listening your sweet moans, imagining that it's his name you whisper and the one you scream at the end.

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #osamu x reader smut #osamu x reader #atsumu smut #idk what to tag wtfff #causer reader is in love with samu but tsumu is fantasizing with her and her moans???!!!!?#atsumu x reader smut

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strawberrycheeks-and-glasses · 8 months

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Third Time’s a Charm

Miya Atsumu x f!reader | rated E | 1.7k

Somehow you keep ending up naked under Miya Atsumu.

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“Atsumu,” you pant after your third orgasm of the night. Goddamn this boy had stamina.

“Yes, doll?” He coos, turning his head to face you, his hair sticking up on your pillow.

“Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“Wha-hey! That’s no way to treat a guest!” He shouts, sitting up on his elbow to gawk at you as you stand to collect his clothes.

Weak kneed and wobbly, you pick up his jeans and shirt, tossing them over to him to get changed.

“You’re not a guest,” you roll your eyes at him, pulling on an oversized tee to cover yourself. “You’re a mistake.”

“Aw, come on, pretty,” he pouts, sliding on his jeans over his, very pert, ass. “That really hurts me.”

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine, Miya,” you pat his shoulder as you guide him out of your bedroom to the front door.

“But didn’t we have fun?” He whines, picking up his shoes.

“Meh, it was fine,” you tease, hurting his pride a little.

“In that case I’ll make sure to impress ya next time,” he winks at you as you shove him out the door.

“There’s not gonna be a next time, Miya,” you shake your head, slamming the door on his frowning face.

That was the first time you, regretfully, slept with the blond Miya twin.

Please continue on ao3

#don’t look at me idk what happened but I blacked out from the thought of tsumu making you scrEam #miya atsumu x you #miya atsumu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #hq #my fic

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lowkeyremi · 2 months

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Kiyoomi Sakusa who is an absolute emotional drunk. He didn't want to go to dinner tonight but his manager already put him on the reservation list for the celebratory dinner. Of course you accompanied him as his plus one, but boy did he get drunk only after a few drinks.

He was less willing to answer questions and scowling way more than usual too. "Hey Omi! Those were some nice serves earlier!!" Hinata praises and Kiyoomi doesn't say anything, he just glares at his teammate. Did I mention he's clinging onto you like a sloth? His arms are wrapped around you and his face is buried in your neck. He wants to go home.

"Sorry about him Hinata, I think he's ready to go home..." Hinata nods enthusiastically as you say Kiyoomi's goodbyes for him and haul him out of the restaurant to his car. He suddenly out of no where grumbles, "I don't like the way that waiter was looking at you."

"'yoomi what are you talking about? He wasn't even looking at me." He reluctantly gets into the passenger seat. He's acting like a toddler the way a pout braces his face and he has his arms crossed.

"Yuh huh. He was eyeing you like I wasn't right there. I had to stop myself from punching that bastard." This overly emotional state of his has you giggling to yourself because you know if you were to giggle too loud he would think you were making fun of him.

"Well, it's alright now, he's not looking at me anymore." You assure him. You close his car door and run over to the driver side to make sure you two make it back to the apartment safely.

"I'm the only one who can look at you." He concludes from this whole ordeal. "That's not fair to anyone but you, Kiyo." He sighs dramatically and you think he's been spending a little too much time with a specific blond that he claims to hate.

"I don't care if it's fair. You're mine." No more words are spoken of him so you look over to check on him. Only to find his head pressed up against the window with his eyelids closed. His breaths are even and he sleeps peacefully. You cherish how cute he looks because you know as soon as he wakes he's going to be complaining about how his hair is flattened on the side that was pressed up against the window.

#he's so cute i love him #i just know if you tell him that he's starting to act like tsumu he'll go batshit crazy #nothing beats emotional drunk people #they're so cute #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa haikyuu #sakusa fluff #haikyu x reader #kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa drabble #haikyuu drabbles

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j-u-u-z-o · 9 months

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Timeskip! Atsumu walking out MSBY’s gym locker room with you with an obvious hard-on under his shorts and his signature smug face because you gave him a lap dance on those benches inside.

You have to go to your friends house to work on a project together. Atsumu offered to take you there but you kindly refused.

He watches you leave the gymnasium with his still self-satisfied look on his face before he turned his head to his teammates.

His teammates are in disbelief and one of them throws a volleyball at his crotch but atsumu dodged it quickly.

Suddenly it turns into dodgeball because Astumu is an idiot, sometimes.

Scenario is here! ✨

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onigirintarou · 1 year

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isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?

Miya Atsumu x gn!reader WC: 800 fluff

your eyes grow heavier by the second and the sweet call of sleep nearly has you in its grasp until you feel the sensation of cold toes poking at your ankles.

you shriek.

"atsumu!" you chide your boyfriend whose only response is to groan. he lays a heavy arm on your stomach before bringing you closer to his side.

he nuzzles his face against your neck and sucks in a deep breath before letting out a loud sigh.

"i can't sleep."

now it's your turn to groan. "and your solution is to prevent me from sleeping?"

you can feel his mouth quirk up against your neck. "'s less borin' this way."

you roll your eyes despite the fact that he can't see it in the pitch black of the room. "don't you have to be up early for practice tomorrow?"

"don't remind me." you can definitely hear the pout in his voice.

"why are you bothering me then when you should be trying to sleep?" you whine bemoaning the lack of sleep you know you both are going to be getting tonight.

his thumb begins to rub small circles at your side. "got a lot of thoughts running through my head."

"didn't think that was possible," you deadpan.

"ouch." he huffs out a laugh before giving your side a playful pinch. "forgot that ya get mean when you're tired, sweetheart." his hand splays out on your rib cage, fingers soothing over the site where he pinched you.

you shake your head in fond exasperation before shifting to your side to face him. "well, we both know sleep's gonna be escaping us for a bit here so why don't you get those thoughts out of your head, hmm?"

you see his lips quirk in a tired smile before he moves to rest his head on top of yours. you tangle your legs together and bring your arm over his side.

he's silent for a while and for a minute you think maybe he'll stay like that and let you get some sleep, but you should know better than that when you're dealing with the likes of miya atsumu.

"do you think taylor swift broke up with joe alwyn?"

"what?"

he repeats the question.

you have to resist the urge to rub at your forehead, already knowing that you'll be suffering from a migraine in the morning from the lack of sleep.

"tsumu," you start gently. "why are you thinking about taylor swift at 1230 at night?"

he sighs and moves his hand to to hold yours. "i'm thinking about taylor swift and her boyfriend," he corrects you. "or maybe i should say her ex-boyfriend? i don't know. i have a lot of thoughts, okay?"

you decide to humour him. "what kind of thoughts?"

"she's just so strong, you know? singin' all these songs she wrote about him. she wrote new year's day about him! lover! paper rings! oh god," he groans. "she wrote invisible string about him!"

you squeeze your boyfriend's hand in an effort to calm him.

"tsumu," your voice is soft. "what's going on?" you ask because you truly do not understand why your boyfriend is having a taylor swift-related crisis this late in the night.

"s just," he starts. "is love even real?"

you move your hand away from his and stiffen. "what?"

he groans and pulls you tight to his chest. "i love you," his voice is completely genuine. "don't ever question that." he moves a finger to your chin and gently tilts your head up before placing his lips on your forehead.

you bury your face into his chest. "you're so embarrassing."

he gathers his thoughts for a moment and then begins to explain,"it's just that i listen to those songs she wrote about him and think of you, ya know? and now her inspiration for those songs isn't even with her anymore and it just makes my heart ache because i never wanna listen to those songs and not think of you." his eyes remain on yours. "i never wanna listen to her sing the line 'one single thread of gold tied me to you' and not feel my heart flutter in my chest because that line reminds me of you - it reminds me of you and me."

he chuckles and you feel his large hands make their way underneath your shirt seeking comfort in your warmth.

"hey, tsumu," you whisper. "taylor and joe may not have made it, but you know i'm not going anywhere, right?"

the smile on his face lights up the room and sends your heart aflutter. the last thought you have before drifting off to sleep is that you wouldn't mind spending all of your sleepless midnights with him.

#haikyuu #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu #fluff #tsumu is a swiftie and you can quote me on that #hazel.writes

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broshot · 10 months

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atsumu miya and nicknames.

he has been using nicknames for you ever since you two got to know each other (which is a long time, lets say you two started being friends even before first grade).

it started with all sorts of silly names, he used to call you "chocolate bar" just because your guardian used to pack you a chocolate bar with your lunch every day. he loved coming up with food related nicknames. he called you stuff you were allergic to, even things that he himself liked eating.

the nicknames evolved as you two grew up. he started calling you an ant when he grew taller than you, but as soon as you called him a giraffe he stopped. he couldn't stand his nicknames being thrown back at him.

when you started middle school, his nicknames for you started turning into more normal ones, such as the first or last two letters of your name.

when he developed that he had feelings for you, he stopped using nicknames for months. he thought he'd make his feelings "obvious" if he called you anything else than your name. you got suspicious of him and asked osamu if he knew what was up with his brother, but osamu kept atsumu's secret and said he didn't know.

you two went to the same high school, even ended up in the same class and he started using nicknames for you again. he confessed to you in the second year of high school. that's when his nicknames took another silly turn.

"my love!" is his go to. it's simple yet so lovely. he loves putting "my" in front of everything. "my world, my dearest, my one and only (yes this is a satosugu reference but shhhh), my everything, my sweetheart..." you get the point. he uses your name a lot too, but he doesn't miss a chance to call you by a nickname.

you don't know what the deal is with atsumu and nicknames but honestly, you won't complain because he's way too adorable

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HI BAES Idk what this is but I love tsumu soooo

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natriae · 10 months

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Chapter 2: Ya know who Sunarin's livin with

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warnings: profanity

Your whole life you were told that you would either love or hate your job, and you would know pretty fast. You never quite understood how someone would know so quickly if they loved or hated their job. Every job has its pros and cons and training for a job sucks. Even months after working for JVA, specifically MSBY, you still don't really love nor do you hate your job. It pays your bills and you have freedom for the most part. You get to travel the world, and get paid for it. So you wouldn't ever complain, but it would probably be more enjoyable had you not had nine flies swarming around you at all times. Meian is the only break you get. He maintains his social media presence and always brings in new fans.

And if we're talking about bringing in new fans you guess you shouldn't completely hate on the MSBY 4 - as they like to be called. They brought in a significant amount of fans right off the bat which not only increases their pay but yours too.

There was a small knock on the conference room door that held everyone's attention. At the moment you were in a meeting with the MSBY team, the team's manager, coach, and Kuroo Tetsuro. Kuroo was leading the meeting to discuss future promotions when the season began, however no one expected the meeting to be interrupted after it had just begun. Kuroo let out a gruff 'come in' , clearly irritated that he was interrupted mid opening speech (even though no one was listening). The white fogged glass door opened to short black hair and sharp eyes that could be recognized anywhere. He really had to come right now? Out of the corner of your eye you notice Atsumu sitting up in his seat wondering if he's seeing things right. Suna Rintarou walked right into the meeting with no shame. He gave Kuroo a curt bow and put your bento right on the table in front of you.

"you're welcome." he whispered into your ear. He gave a lazy smirk to Atsumu and a quick nod of his head before leaving the room. Do they know each other? More than just two players on the court?

You turn towards Atsumu to find him already looking at you. However, his face isn't the usual soft boyish expression. His jaw clenched and his eyebrows drawn together clearly confused and a little mad. Instead of holding your eyes he turns and looks down at the table. You should probably talk to him once the meeting is over.

Oddly enough that day instead of Atsumu chasing after you. It's you chasing him out the door. The two of you clocked out for the day ready to go to your cars and here you are running after him and yelling 'Miya'.

"Miya, please wait! I've been trying to talk to you all day." You exclaim as he exits the stadium's doors. You watch as his back tenses before he reluctantly turns around to face you. He moves the heavy gym bag slung on his shoulder before giving you a fake smile. Finally catching up to him you give him a face of confusion. Trying to figure out why he's been acting like such a dick today.

After the meeting Atsumu left without saying a word. Normally he tries to crack a joke or at least talk to people before ultimately leaving the room. Then later you tried to get him to talk to you while he practiced, but he kept using the excuse that he needed to get ready for the starting season, or that the coach wanted him to get better. Which you knew was a lie. The last thing the coach wants is his team to be overworked. Which is why you're stuck here flipping the roles around for the first time in 8 months.

"Miya, why are you acting like a dick today," you snapped while lightly pushing the larger man's arm. You watched him look down and shake his head as he clenched his jaw in anger.

"it's nothin'. None of yer business," He retorts. He lifts his shoulders up as he maneuvers his gym bag once more. He turns around and begins to walk towards the door, but stops when you start again.

"Okay, yeah it's none of my business, but I have shit to do and questions to ask you for my job, and you made it extremely difficult, so now it is my business if you like it or not," fuming your face flushed with anger. Not only did he make your day harder, you were stuck in traffic this morning, spilled your coffee on yourself, an intern opened their door and hit your car, and you have had the most pounding headache all day. The only thing you needed was for your coworkers to cooperate with you.

He pauses and leans his head back before putting it back into place and quietly says, "it's just issues with me and samu…goodnight," Solemnly the over six foot setter exits the stadium without a word. He heads straight to his car and goes home. Not even waiting for you to get into yours.

The glass door slides harshly against the metal as the MSBY setter enters the much too small establishment.

"ya don't look too happy," the younger twin comments as he wipes down the wooden counter separating him from the customers.

Atsumu makes his way to his spot at the restaurant. Next to him there were two small framed pictures hanging one above the other on the wall. One of him, Osamu, and mama miya outside what would become 'Onigiri Miya", then the one below it him and Osamu on the MSBY court. Atsumu fresh out of college sporting his MSBY jersey and Osamu next to him with tired eyes from late night at the restaurant. The photos definitely helped share that this was an authentic family run restaurant, and that Miya Osamu would serve you food with love. Like right now, Osamu already had made Atsumu's favorite Onigiris as the blond twin settled in his seat.

"So what's got you so grumpy," Osamu starts while eyeing up his twin.

"Who says I'm grumpy," Atsumu retorts, cocking his head up and scrunching his eyebrows together. He watches as his brother's eyes squint slightly and his head leans to the side. Already saying 'really 'tsumu' without even opening his mouth.

"well fer starters yer not shoving my amazin' Onigiris down your throat. Secondly, ya walked through ma door like a bird just pooped on ya!" The younger brother shouted. His eyes now open wide not caring if the other customers could hear him fighting with his brother. It's their Miya charm. When you come to Onigiri Miya you're likely to get food and a show of the twins fighting with each other. If anything the customers are used to this and mind their own business. "So, either tell me what's wrong, or get the hell outta here," Osamu finishes cocking his head in the direction of Atsumu's apartment.

Atsumu takes a deep breath before speaking. Instead of attempting to crawl over the counter the older twin, for once, actually stays put and gravelly asks, "do ya know who Sunarin's livin' with?"

"Yeah, some girl from college," Osamu responds, shrugging his shoulders lightly before turning around to begin working on another customer's order.

"don't ya think it's weird he's livin' with a girl," Atsumu croaked. Before he knew it a mug with hot water was placed in front of him. He took a sip of it to moisten his neglected throat as he waited for his brother's answer.

Even though he wasn't facing Atsumu anymore he continued the conversation recalling how they shouldn't question Rintarou's actions at this point.

" Come on, when's the last time we've actually had to worry about Rin…not like posting bad videos of us, but like his other life choices. He has our best interests in mind,"

Atsumu knows he's right, but there's still this nagging feeling in his heart. He knows if he just talked to Suna things would be fine, but what if things aren't fine. It's not like he likes you. He just wants you to be safe, and sometimes Suna does things without thinking. Yeah, that's what it is, he doesn't want you to get roped into Rin's bad ideas. Leading to you losing your job. He would never openly say it, but he loves working with you, and wouldn't trade you for the world.

You walk into your shared apartment to see suna lounging on the couch, phone in hand, and a random cartoon on the tv in the background. This isn't an unusual sight to see him in, but usually it's later in the day you see it. On a normal day you and suna would be pulling into the parking garage at the same time, going into the elevator at the same time, and entering the apartment at the same time. Suna immediately goes to the couch while you get changed. However, today Suna's coach gave his team a rest day after their hard work, so he was able to start his laziness early.

After changing you begin to work on a small dinner for the two of you. A way to thank him for bringing you your lunch. While you chop up the ingredients you hear a few creaks of the floorboards before long, lanky arms are wrapped around your torso. You've known Rin since college and since then he's always been really touchy with you, but in a sibling way. Jokingly trying to punch you or keeping you close when he sees someone who is eyeing you the wrong way. So you weren't uncomfortable by his hug, just confused that he's not about to give you a knuckle sandwich.

As quick as he hugged you he just as quickly unwrapped his arms and headed to the fridge.

"Hey, no eating. I'm cooking dinner right now." You scolded the dark haired man. He gave you a nasty face before grabbing a drink and watching you cook from the island. "What was that hug about?" you questioned. You slide your knife down the cutting board successfully landing all the vegetables into the sizzling pan.

"can't friends just hug each other," he responds in a mocking tone. You don't need to turn around to know he's making a 'matter of a fact face', but you do, and you see it, and you give him your best 'duh' face with a roll of your eyes. That was one reason why you think you and Suna got so close. You reminded him a lot of his sister and he felt like a big brother to you. You would subconsciously care for each other like siblings, and fight like them too.

With a light laugh Suna continues talking after taking a sip of his soda. "Sorry, miss grumpy pants," you quickly flick some of the boiling sauce at him with the spatula then hearing a loud 'ow' come right after, "okay, you looked sad and like you needed a hug so I gave you one," he muttered out. Seemingly embarrassed by his kind emotions. You lightly shake your head before you tell him that you did with a small thank you. He gets up, pats your back, then begins grabbing plates to set the island with. One set up for each of you.

You were glad you had Rintarou. He always made your day better no matter how irritated he made you. That night your headache finally disappeared as the two of you ate your food and spoke about your days. People's jobs are just one part of their lives, but having a safe home is much more important.

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