tetsuukuroo

[tetsuukuroo]

Soul-Food - Osamu x Reader

Enemies to lovers - Requested by @notsochillnerd - with Atsumu as a terrible wingman who just wanted to check out his brothers' nemesis...

There is only one thing more annoying than Miya Osamu with his cooking talent, excellent marks, and unfairly good looks: his twin brother Atsumu.

“No.” You say again, arms filled with produce. He’s in your way and he’s not even sorry about it.

“Come oooon!” He whines, draping himself over the railing of the stairs as if this is a photoshoot for some perfume. “I’m so hungry! And Osamu won’t cook for me! I’ll even pay you!”

“Wow, now I want to do it even less, knowing you might not have paid me in the first place.” You snark, patience wearing thin.

“Now get out of my way, I need to get to my room.”

“To do what?” He steps to the side, but his face remains close to yours. You’re not the fastest as it is, even less when carrying that many vegetables. 

“I need to cook.”

“Perfect.” His grin is so wide, it could split his face. “You cook, I’ll eat.”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

You hesitate, if only for a second. But Atsumu is like a shark and that was the single drop of blood that he needed.

Half an hour later he’s sitting at the little table in your apartment. 

Your kitchen isn’t spacious, but equipped with everything you could possibly need - there’s a reason this school costs an arm and a leg each year. And Miya Osamu got the scholarship instead of you.

You wouldn’t have any problem with it if not for your father breathing down your neck. He’s got the money to send you here twice if he wanted to, but in his twisted mind, a 100% is barely a passing grade and you should have been able to win the scholarship, monetary status be damned.

“What are you making?” Atsumu asks from behind you.

“Udon.”

“Why is it black?” 

“I’m using Sepia.”

“Why?”

“Because I can.” You snap back, hoping against hope that he will fall quiet. He doesn’t. 

-

You’ve spent almost a year in a class with Osamu.

He might not always get a better mark than you, but he quickly figured out how much you hated it when he did. There’s nothing worse than someone else gloating over your loss.

The teachers love him and tolerate you. 

So far they’ve been kind enough not to put the two of you into a group project, or maybe they just played it safe. The sheer bloodlust you feel when he grins in your direction must have tipped them off.

But this year is going to end soon and your teachers expect you to come up with a dish. Your own creation, not unlike the dish you had to make for your entry exam. This time, however, it’s supposed to showcase what you want to do, going forward.

You can’t bring the same thing you made for your entry exam, even though it was perfect and a delight - you made it roughly one hundred times before. 

Your father has always been a fan of the Kaiseki Ryori and while you had loved taking part in the Haute Cuisine as a child, feeling grown up as you nibbled on tiny bites of expensive food, it has lost its appeal on you.

After all, there’s a set number of times you can eat a meal, even Chawanmushi, before you get sick of it.

“Hello? Are you still listening?” Nuisance number 2 asks behind you and you flinch, staring down at the dough that you kneaded for too long. 

“What’s Osamu doing for his exam?” You ask, feeling a little guilty about your attempt at spying.

“Why do you want to know?”

Nevermind. Now you only feel annoyed.

“Just because. Maybe I want to talk about something other than you.”

You move to throw the dough out, only to be stopped by Atsumu’s voice.

“What are you doing?”

“I messed it up. It’s not going to taste good.”

“So what? I’m hungry.”

“You want to eat gross noodles?” You eye him warily, but he shrugs with a grin.

“It’s definitely going to be better than what I’d produce myself. But since I hate cooking, I’d probably just get takeout pizza anyway.”

“Aren’t you an athlete?”

“Yeah?”

“And they let you eat Pizza?”

“They don’t know. Or they don’t care. Whatever you like better. I mean, they gave me a list of stuff I should keep away from but that’s like, all the food I usually consume.”

“Here.” You pull out a pen and paper. “Write down what you eat in a day. Snacks included. And drinks.”

“Why?”

“If I have to endure your chatting, you might as well get something out of this. Now, shoo!”

You turn, lid of your composter already open when his voice reaches you.

“DON’T THROW AWAY THE DOUGH!”

“Fine!” You snap. “You can eat your disgusting noodles!”

They don’t taste that awful in the end, not with your delicate sauce with mussels and steamed broccoli that turned out so good Atsumu licks his plate clean.

-

You’d been part of the track club in Middle School, switched to Volleyball in High School because they had fewer practice hours per week. Your marks had always been more important than any side activities, your future as a part of Haute Cuisine decided before you could walk. But it had been fun, especially when Coach gathered you after practice to talk about the importance of self-care. How certain foods could make or break you. How important salt and minerals were for your body, how food was more than calories, protein, carbs, and fat.

You’re not even a little bit rusty when you scribble down a meal plan for him. You keep it easy and as cheap as possible, light on the cooking because you figured he must be the opposite of his twin in the kitchen if he came begging for food… You’re not sure if you’re buying his excuse of a brotherly fight, but you’re not ashamed to say that you didn’t mind him praising your food over Osamu’s. Suck that, Miya!

Meanwhile, Atsumu’s brows are pulled so high, they’re hiding behind his bangs.

“What’s that supposed to be?”

“Your new meal plan. You follow that, you’ll increase your stamina.”

“But it’s so much work.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

“Whatever.” You get up, throw the pen down at the table. Your patience has never been the best anyway.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He follows you to the sink but not to help with the dishes.

“You could cook for me.” He offers it like it’s a great deal. You snort.

“I bet there’s something you want. Something I could do for you…” He wiggles his brows now, looks disgustingly like Osamu when he got a better mark then you. And that kickstarts your brain.

“I want Osamu… I mean the recipe…You know, what Osamu made to get the scholarship. If you can get me that dish of him to try, I’ll cook for you.”

Atsumu grins in a way that doesn’t feel good but he nods.

“Alright, it’s a deal. You’ll cook for me and I get you the dish.” He holds out his hand to sign the deal but you’ve been the daughter of a cutthroat banker for too long to fall for that.

“I’ll cook for a week.” You tell him firmly and watch with a sick satisfaction as his face contorts. He looks awful when he’s pissed and there are definitely not enough moments of the Miya twins looking awful.

“Two weeks.

“One week, only dinner.”

“One week, lunch, dinner and snacks.”

“Are you insane?”

“Do you want Osamu’s food?”

There’s a moment of Silence, and you’re eyeing each other, calculating who’s bluffing and who’s not.

“Fine.” You huff eventually, because you feel it in your bones that trying that damned dish will get you a step closer to figuring out what you need to present for your Final.

-

You feel like a drug addict, going down the deep end, when Atsumu appears at your door one week later, carrying a Bento-Box wrapped in the cutest fabric you have ever seen.

“Are those little foxes?” You ask, eyeing the reddish-tinted animals on the grey fabric.

“What if ?” He asks back, nose up in the air.

“Jeez, I was just curious.” You snap back and muster him. He doesn’t look malnourished.

“What did you eat this week?”

“Why do you ask?” He sets the Bento-Box on your table and saunters into your kitchen, peering into the still empty pots and pans.

“You’re an awful liar.”

“Okay, so I told Samu that you cooked for me.” He throws his hands up in the air like you’re the one making a big fuss about things. “Told him it was fingerlickin’ good. Got him all angry and puffy.”

You are not ashamed to say that comment lifts you off your feet just a little bit. Hah!

“So?” You ask cooly, untying the Furoshiki with eager fingers.

“So he insisted that he would cook for me. Everything went according to plan, I pretended it wasn’t as good as your food until I asked for the dish he made for his entry exams.”

“Did you know what it was?” You ask as you lift the lid of the box.

“Maybe.” He says and you can hear in his voice that he knew. He probably didn’t tell you just to experience this.

“He made Onigiri?” You ask, your voice a little shrill.

You had made Chawanmushi, a dish literally to die for, practiced one hundred times, and he beat you with Onigiri?

“Try it.” He reaches for one of the Onigiri in the box and you slap his hand away.

“Mine!” You hiss angrily and his grin is almost feral.

“I’ll take a walk around the block then.” He jokes, moving toward the door. “Leave you alone with it.”

“Leave.” You wave him off. “I’ll make dinner later.”

“Half an hour.”

“Leave!” You huff and the door clicks shut behind him.

-

You bite into the first Onigiri and time stops for a second. 

The rice is cooked to perfection, but you know the different varieties well. He must have splurged on this kind, bought from a boutique farmer of some sorts. 

It’s filled with tuna and spring onion, but it tastes different then all the Tuna Onigiri you’ve had before. You write down all the different things you can taste, compare them to the knowledge you have but still - did he use a spice you don’t know? A combination you’re not familiar with?

The taste lingers, but you cannot put your finger on it. You feel a little weepy too, as if you had just watched your favorite movie from when you were a kid. You sniff and take the other Onigiri, bite into almost cautiously. It’s Tenmusu, your favorite kind of Onigiri.

This time, literal tears run down your cheeks. The shrimp is crisp, the sweet sauce calling you back to childhood, reminding you of the few free afternoons you got to spend with your mother, just the two of you, no work allowed. You only remember to write down the taste and ingredients when the last bite has disappeared and your hands leave the paper stained. 

Well… You’re no closer to figuring out what to make for your finals, but you might be getting your period soon. Why else would you be moved to tears by food?

-

“Onigiri, huh?” You ask Osamu after class the next day. You can’t help yourself.

He looks up from his phone, surprise on his face. It’s ridiculous how good that makes him look.

“What about it?”

“I heard you made Onigiri for your Entry Exam.”

“Ah, yes.” He smiles, the kind of smile that makes you want to slap it off his face. “Tsumu told me he made you try it.”

You can feel your face go slack. WHAT?

“What did you think?” Osamu asks, way too confident for your taste. “Did you like them?”

You can’t decide between a huff and a snort and the sound that does come out reminds you more of a dying walruss.

“They were probably pitying you.” You point out, nose in the air. “I showed up with Kaiseki Ryori. I made Chawanmushi.”

“Ah.” Osamu sounds like he’s not sure what that is. But you’ve gone over that in class, he’s just messing with you.

“Well, when do I get to try it?” 

You blink. “What?” 

“Yeah, it’s only fair, right? After you tried mine.”

You swallow thickly, look around for some help, but you’re the only one’s still in the hallway.

“Fine.” You huff eventually, because he does have a point. “As long as I don’t have to eat it.”

His brows furrow and your mind unhelpfully supplies you with the information that his eyes are a different shade than Atsumu’s. Osamu’s eyes are almost as grey as his hair, reminding you of the sky outside. 

His mouth moves and you blink, try to focus on his voice, but fail. Your collar feels too tight around your neck and you pull at it, too aware of Osamu’s eyes that flicker to your neck and stay there. God, what’s going on?”

“What did you say?” You ask in the most snooty voice you can manage. “I wasn’t listening.”

“Why do you cook something you don’t like?” He asks. “Don’t you enjoy cooking?”

Something snaps inside you like a rubberband that has been pulled taut for too long.

“Why do you care?” You sniff and he rolls his eyes. 

“I was just asking.”

“Sure you were. But you’re psychological warfare doesn’t work on me! You can flutter your long eyelashes at someone else!”

Osamu laughs. “I wasn’t-”

“Neither was I. Well, are you coming or not?”

“Where?” 

“You wanted to try my Chawanmushi!”

“Gesundheit.” You turn, not the least bit surprised to see Atsumu standing there. It’s lunchtime for him, he’s coming to collect his goods. “Or was that a codeword for something naughty?”

“Oh god, you’re awful.” 

-

You know that the Chawanmushi has turned out as perfect as all the other times. You can tell by sight and smell, but you cannot bring yourself to try it.

The thought of it has you swallow back bile but you serve it to the brothers with the biggest smile you can manage.

“Here.” You present it in tiny, elegant bowls.

“Are you in pain?” Osamu asks and you drop the smile.

“Go f-” 

“Why is it so tiny?” Atsumu asks, eyeing the bowl skeptically. “I’m hungry.”

“I made you Curry.” You tell him off. “This is just a tasting. You can’t eat full bowls with Kaiseki Ryori, you’d never manage that amount of food.”

“Don’t underestimate me.” Atsumu digs in, spoon clinking loudly against the bowl to the point you fear for its life.

He’s done with it before Osamu has even tasted his, still smelling the dish carefully, pulling the spoon through as if to check for clumps.

“It was fine.” Atsumu gives his mark as one would comment on an order of KFC. “Now, the Curry?” 

You huff but don’t get up, eyes still trained on Osamu. Then, finally, he brings the spoon to his mouth. If you’re focusing a little too much on his full lips, that’s entirely because he’s the world's slowest eater at the moment and nothing else.

His face remains passive. 

Cold sweat runs down your back as he slowly but surely finishes the dish and nods appraisingly.

“It was good.” Osamu says calmly. “The Curry?”

Breathing is a little hard at the moment, but you manage to get up, collect the bowls - you don’t throw them at the floor in a fit of rage and you’re very proud of yourself for that - and get them safely to the kitchen sink.

Your hands shake a little as you serve the Curry in three different plates, but if the boys notice, they don’t comment on it. 

“I hope you like it.” Your voice is back to normal, your wounded heart tucked safely back into your chest. “It’s packed with protein and healthy vegetables to make sure you have all the necessary nutrients. You could eat this every day and wouldn’t have to worry about losing out on anything.”

Atsumu digs in without another word. He beams around the spoon, curses loudly.

“This is so good.” He says, mouth full.

“Pig.” Osamu announces next to him, puts the first spoon into his mouth and-

You can see it, in the widening of his eyes and the light blush that appears on the height of his unfairly sharp cheekbones. He likes it. He likes it very much.

You should probably feel a bit more upset about the fact that they insult your Chawanmushi but get high on your Curry, but then again, it just feels good to watch Osamu have the same reaction to your Curry that you had with his Onigiri.

“You should make this for the Exam.” Osamu points out in between a groan and another spoonful of Curry. “It’s amazing.”

“No!” Atsumu shakes his head, still speaks with his mouth full. “The Udon you made yesterday. That was crazy good.”

“What Udon?” Osamu’s voice has a tint to it you cannot place. Does he know about the Onigiri you tried but not about the deal itself? Is he jealous he didn’t get to try them?

“Okay, so she makes the Noodles herself, right? This time without the freaky black stuff-”

“Sepia,” you throw in but he ignores you, “But she used pork belly for the sauce and something creamy and mushrooms, I think-”

“Shiitake.” 

“And I tell you, Samu, it was so so good! Like, it reminded me of Mom making that stew, you know? When Dad had that big sale thing and we got to celebrate it?”

Osamu’s eyes light up in a way that has you looking down at your food, heart thrumming in your chest like a hummingbird on speed.

“Can you-” He hesitates for a second. “Can you make me that?”

“I could.” You point out, not at all feeling the upper hand. You feel nervous instead as if this is a test or something worse. You swallow thickly, try to think of something to wager against it. Your mind is unhelpful at best, offering the possibility of a date - as if! 

“If I get your recipe. For the Onigiri.”

Osamu’s mouth clicks shut. He blinks, clearly surprised. Then he grins, the kind of grin that tells you this isn’t going to work in your favor, at all.

“Sure. So, Udon tomorrow?”

“I was going to make Katsudon tomorrow.” You point out, pissed that he’s overthrowing your meal plan. Atsumu looks like he’s gotten a glimpse of heaven.

“Really?”

-

You hate to think about it, but the week is nearing its end and Osamu feels less like the devil and more like the dangerously cute boy from your class now. The dangerously cute boy who’s going to get a better mark than you, take the promised internship at one of Japan's leading five-star restaurants and laugh in your face if you don’t shape up right now.

Your father is as helpful as ever.

He’s currently obsessed with the Yakimono part of Kaiseki Ryori, taking you out to dinner each weekend only to try new variants that you should use for your Final Exam.

The food is good, there’s no denying that, but it lacks the emotional touch you had with the Onigiri.

The same Onigiri that you’ve made three times already. They never taste like Osamu’s.

You’re suspecting that he skipped on one ingredient in the recipe, the one thing you could not put your finger on when you tried them. 

“Hey.” Atsumu’s waiting at your door when you return from coffee with your mother. She had been even less helpful, talking about the new dessert dish she was creating. You might have gotten her cooking skills, but you hate baking almost as much as Chawanmushi.

“I thought we said we would skip the cooking over the weekend.” 

“Yeah, about that.” He lifts a heavy bag. “I wanted to ask for a favor.”

“I’m not setting for you.”

“Why would I- Never mind, I wanted to ask… Could you like, show me… how to cook?”

You blink in surprise.

“Why would I teach you that? Don’t you have your brother?”

“He’s not a good teacher.” Atsumu points out and you snort.

“So you want to learn how to cook? And stop harassing me and Osamu?”

“No, no, I will still harass the two of you for food, but it looked easy when you did it, so I thought you could teach me, maybe?”

“Fine.” 

“I’m even pa- Fine? Oh, wow, that was easy.”

“If I can ask you some questions in turn without you judging me?”

“Me, judging someone? Never.” He puts a hand on his chest, probably aiming for his heart, but he’s now swearing on his left ribcage.

-

You watch like a Hawk as Atsumu prepares the Omurice. He’s got a bad habit of getting distracted, but he’s not a bad student.

“So…” You swallow your nerves. “You and Osamu used to play Volleyball together, right?”

“Yeah. He could have gone Pro, like me. But he said…” He raises his hands to make air quotes and lowers his voice into a deeper pitch to mock Osamu, “Skillswise I'm just as good as you. But I think that, when all's said and done, you love volleyball just a teensy bit more than me.”

“And you were okay with that?” 

“Nah.” Atsumu flips the Omurice onto a plate and hands it over to you. “Try.”

“It’s good.” You hand it back to him. “Eat.”

-

When Atsumu leaves, you’re left with even more questions than before.

What does it mean to love something so much you’re willing to pass up something good?

Atsumu is making good money as a Pro, even now. But Osamu had no idea if he was going to make it into this school until he tried.

And why did he make freaking Onigiri?

Midnight has come and gone when you put a jacket over your sleepshirt and slip out of your apartment in nothing but booty shorts and bunny slippers.

You’re not sure if there’s a nightguard. There might be, this is still a mixed dorm filled with hormonal teens and tweens. 

Even though you’ve never been to Osamu’s place before, you know the route by heart. You had memorized it in a childish fit when you realized his room was just below the fire escape.

You wouldn’t allow him to survive you in case of an emergency.

You knock twice before you can hear movement. The door opens and you almost swallow your tongue.

His hair is in disarray as if he’d dragged his hands through it all night and there’s the imprint of his pillow left on his cheek. He’s topless and you keep your eyes trained on the imprint on his cheek as if you don’t notice his happy trail or his still well-trained abs. 

He blinks slowly and yawns.

“What’s up?” He asks. Something moves over his face, quick like a sparrow. “Shit, are you hurt? Did something happen?!”

“No, no, I… Shit, I don’t know, I-”

“Come in.” He pulls you inside, but he calculates wrong, uses too much force for your quivering body. You end up mushed against his chest, face plant right into the warm skin.

If you die like this, you won’t even be mad about it.

“Shit, sorry.” He grabs you and puts you at a distance again, blush high on his cheeks. 

“Your Onigiri.” You start, before he can realize that you’re flustered too. “You didn’t list all the ingredients.”

“I did.”

“Did not. They don’t taste the same.”

“Ah.” He makes that insufferable sound like he knows everything you don’t. 

You want to poke his abs, but you decide against it, mainly because it would make you look weird. But they do look ni-

“Tea?” He asks and you hold your right hand with your left, just in case it turns sentient. 

“Yes, thank you.”

“Your Onigiri don’t taste like mine, because I make them for someone.”

“What?”

“The Tuna one.” He looks at the kettle instead of you, but his voice is wistful, distant. “I always make that one for Tsumu.”

“And the Tenmusu?”

“It’s my Mom’s favorite.” He says softly and you can’t help it, but you start to cry.

“Your Mom likes Tenmusu too?”

“Ah, shit, don’t tell me- Wait, here, take this…” He hands you a tissue to blow your nose and dry your tears. 

“So you’re saying your secret ingredient is love? You’re really going to stand there and make me believe that you got the scholarship because you put love in your food?”

He shrugs. “You don’t have to believe me. But there’s a reason your Chawanmushi did not taste as good as your Curry.”

“Oh fuck off.”

“Gladly.” He smirks at you and this time your hand is faster than your mind, pointer finger digging into the firm muscle of his right pectoral.

“Don’t mess with me.”

“Why not?” His face moves closer to you, or did you move closer to his? “Isn’t it fun?”

Whoever moved first doesn’t matter now as his breath washes over you. His eyes skip to your lips and you lick them, no thoughts left in your brain.

Behind him, the kettle whistles, signaling that the water’s cooking, but neither of you moves. 

This could end very badly, or very great, however you want to look at it. 

Your mind, helpful as ever, comes up with a sentence that just slips out of your mouth unprompted.

“Atsumu said that you loved Volleyball a little-”

He draws back the moment he hears you speak, face now closed like a window that has let down its shutters. 

“Right, Atsumu.” He says, interrupting you. “You should get back to the bed.”

“But the tea…”

“I forgot.” He takes the kettle off the stove. “I was going to make a hot water bottle for myself. Sorry.” 

-

Somehow, somewhere, you took a wrong turn.

Maybe it was when you started liking Osamu, in this weird way that has you enjoy the bickering and the competitiveness. Maybe it was even before that, when you let Atsumu get away with his needling, fed him Udon instead of throwing him out.

Or maybe it was even before that, when you didn’t put up a fight everytime your father decided for you, when your mother put work before spending time with you. 

It’s a good thing that Finals are right around the corner.

You can’t focus in most classes, left staring holes into Osamu’s back. 

Atsumu’s stopped showing up himself, probably now a master in cooking for himself. Or he’s gone back to Osamu, to fantastic Onigiri and whatever else he knows how to make.

-

Four days before the Final, someone bangs on your door.

“Jeez, I’m coming.” You pull the door open to reveal Atsumu, soaked and clearly pissed..

“You okay?” You ask. “Or do you need a towel?”

“Why are you not a couple?” He asks back. “Like, the tension was there, you were practically undressing each other at the table - in front of me, might I add - and yet you’re not even speaking to each other? I even cooked all my meals these past weeks in the hopes of hearing good news but Samu’s acting like a bug crawled up his ass and died.”

“What are you even talking abou-”

“Oh, don’t fool me.” He steps inside and moves toward your bathroom without asking. “I just ran here because all I get from Samu are cryptic messages. Did you say something?”

“No, I-”

“Spill.” Atsumu points at the kitchentable, hesitates for a second, then he points at the kitchen itself. “Make some food while your at it. Also, can I have some change of clothes?”

You make Okayu with ginger and honey, the rice porridge a comfort to your heart and a boost to Atsumu’s immune system.

It’s not a long tale. It could be, probably, but you refuse to go into more detail than necessary. Atsumu might be kind of a friend, in his weird, annoying way, but he’s still Osamu’s twin brother.

“I’m gonna go talk to him.” He grabs the bag with his clothes and stalks off, dressed in one of your oversized hoodies and bright pink pajama pants, both things slightly too short on him.

“Give him a chance when he comes back,” are his parting words.

But Osamu does not show up.

Neither does he the next morning in class.

-

One of the teachers calls you over after class.

“You and Miya-san are pretty close, right?” She starts, speaks on while you’re still trying not to choke on your spit. “Could you bring him the notes from today? He called in sick. Tell him to take care and rest, so that he can take part in the Final.”

“I-I will.”

You end up in your own room instead, debating if you should just leave everything in front of his door and run. If he’s not at the final, you automatically win. But that’s not a win you’d feel good about, if you’re being honest to yourself.

Before you know it, you find yourself making Oyaku again, with Ginger and Honey, the one food that always gives you comfort and boosts your health. The process is simple, but it still calms you down every time. When it’s done, you look down at two portions and know what to do.

-

“Osamu?” The door is closed, but you can hear faint shuffling behind it. “I made you Oyaku. I heard you’re sick and got your notes from the teachers. I didn’t tell them that I’m a friend of yours, but she was convinced of it and didn’t let me change her mind. But I… we kinda are friends, right?” You feel so weird talking to the closed door. 

“Even if you don’t like me, we got to keep up the reputation. Eat the Oyaku, okay? Winning doesn’t feel the same if you kick yourself out of the game.”

You put everything in front of his door and leave, lingering at the end of the hallway, just out of sight, until you hear his door. When you look back, the Oyaku is gone and all you have to do is wait.

-

Osamu is already outside when you step out of the classroom. 

“Already finished?”

“Onigiri doesn’t take that long to make.” 

“Ah, right.” You nod, don’t know if you should avoid his gaze or follow your instinct and look a bit more closely. He sounds healthy at least.

“What did you make?” His voice is gruff when he asks.

“Ginger Honey Oyaku.” You answer, voice soft. “Which might confuse the teachers because I had all the ingredients ready for honey-glazed pork belly but I decided against it at the last second.”

“I’d have loved to try that pork belly.” Osamu sighs dreamily. “But that Oyaku was so good. I could eat that everyday and never get tired of it.”

“Same.” You smile but it falters when you feel his eyes on you and you know you’ve got to say it. “I made it for you.”

“Yeah, I know-”

“No, what you said… about the Entry Exam.” You can feel your heartbeat, like the fluttering of hummingbird wings. If you’re going to pass out during your confession, you’re going to kill Osamu for it.

Behind you, the door opens and two more students step out. Osamu looks at them and back at you and you nod, point down the hallway. “Let’s take a walk?”

There’s a broom closet not far down and you slip inside only to regret it seconds later. There’s barely enough space for the two of you, his breath washing over you as you try to focus on the words you need to say. Out loud, so he can hear them too.

“I want to beat you.” You can hear him snort, but you keep your gaze on your hands. You won’t be able to speak if you look into his hands. “But you’re also really funny and caring and cute, in a way. I could see myself, I mean, I already, you know-”

“What about Tsumu?” He asks, voice strangely hoarse.

“What about him?”

“Don’t you like him more? You don’t feel the need to beat him every two seconds, right?”

You roll your eyes and groan.

“Seriously? The best thing about Atsumu is that he looks kinda like you.”

If you had wanted to say more - you didn’t, but you hate letting anyone else have the last word - it leaves your mind the second his lips press onto yours. 

Your mind’s not yet caught up, but your body is, hands dragging through his hair to pull him closer, to marvel at the softness of it - what conditioner is he using? - to have him a little closer.

His hands are on your hip, your back, roam over your shoulders, leaving warm trails and goosebumps behind.

Then there’s bright light and a shrill shriek and you burst away from each other only to face one of your teachers.

“What? The indecency! During an exam no less! Detention! Detention!” Her garbled words don’t make much sense, but the last word you understand.

Osamu sends you a look, his eyes speaking of little guilt and a promise to continue this latter. You can’t help but feel the same.

-

As it turns out, Detention automatically overrules your exceptional Exam marks. Neither of you wins the internship. Neither of you cares. 

Osamu had applied to an Onigiri shop not far from the school as a second option and with your last name you have no trouble securing an internship with a well-known nutritionist for Pro Athletes. 

Your father is not happy about your change in dreams, but when you explain the earning capacity of this position, and the business plan you’re already halfway through making, your excitement swaps over.

Your mother, as usual, barely listens. But you take it in stride, her usual droning on about a recipe she’s working on, by thinking about how in less than an hour, you’ll see Osamu again.

-

“You guys owe me.” Atsumu declares during Movie night. He’s perched on the edge of the couch, the last piece of the Pizza in his hands. “I’m talking about food for life.”

“We could have done it without you,” Osamu insists, arm around you, face nuzzled into your hair. He pretends he’s watching the movie, but you know better. He’s been thinking about the cheese crackers in your pantry for hours.

“If I hadn’t pulled you out in the rain to talk things through, you wouldn’t have gotten sick and your girlfriend wouldn’t have made Oyaku for you! That’s enough reason for you to love me forever!”

“If you hadn’t interfered he wouldn’t have had to think we were dating instead.” You point out and dig your hands into Osamu’s grip on your arms, moving away from him.

“Babe, what-” He starts but you nod in the direction of your pantry. “Get the crackers. I can’t watch you any longer.”

“Really?” His face lights up like a child in front of a Christmas tree. It’s worth the ridiculous price you paid for the crackers.

“Really.”

He kisses you and the moment could be perfect. But there’s still Atsumu, fake gagging in the background.

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Osamu walks out of Physics class, happy that his classes are over and all that is left is volleyball practice.

He walks down the familiar path towards his twin brother’s class, basically collecting him on the way to the gym hall.

When he gets closer, he hears multiple sounds of something banging against the lockers and when he gets closer to the noise, he squints his eyes before they widen in shock at the sight of Atsumu Miya, second-year high school Setter of the Inarizaki volleyball club banging his forehead constantly against his locker door.

Now, he has two options.

One, move along and pretend he didn’t see any of this and make it to practice on time without his brother. But the big downside is that Atsumu would probably be late for practice if Osamu doesn’t say anything to him, which will end up in Osamu getting an earful from their mother later on at home.

Or option number two, ask what Atsumu’s deal is and hopefully they both still make it on time for practice.

Since Osamu doesn’t want to get yelled at later on by their mother, he begrudgingly chooses option two.

"Tsumu, if ya keep smashin' yer head against the locker, yer gonna lose the two braincells ya have left." Osamu says when he walks closer to his brother.

For a split second, Atsumu looks at his brother through his peripheral vision with a pissed look and then continues to bang his head against the locker.

'Wow, not even a comeback.' Osamu thinks while he continues to watch him.

"Stop it." Osamu barks as he is getting annoyed by the noise.

"'M tryin' ta forget bout earlier. Ya remember (Y/N)?" Atsumu stops and just leans his forehead against his locker door, a sorrow expression rests on his face.

Osamu frowns in confusion and looks to the ceiling for a second before returning his gaze back to his twin.

"Ya mean (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N)? The one that shared her lunch with ya and ya sweared ya tasted heaven?" Osamu raises a brow.

"Yes." Atsumu confirms.

"What about her?" Osamu doesn’t get it, if Atsumu looks so miserable, surely something devastating must have happened.

"I wanted ta confess my feelings ta her, so I made her favorite dessert and when I went ta see her, yannow what I saw?"

"What?" Osamu sighs.

"She was talkin' ta Riseki!"

"Is she suddenly not allowed ta talk ta other people besides ya? Tsumu I don’t know if yer brain registered it yet but this is a high school. There’s more people than ya she can talk to. And so what if Riseki was talkin' ta her? What’s the big deal?!" Osamu is getting impatient since he doesn’t understand Atsumu‘s point of view.

"That’s not the point dipshit! Riseki asked her out and she said no because she said she is in love with another guy." Atsumu almost wails.

"And?… Does your story have an ending or is this it?"

"Be patient asshole, I was gettin' there. So after I heard that, I was devastated….an' I didn’t realize (Y/N) came outta the room seconds afterwards an' I was so mad that I squished the dessert outta anger. She was confused an' asked if I was alright and I replied 'Shouldn’t ya ask yer crush?' and then I just left!" The Setter explains and gets angrier by the second, talking to his long-time crush in such a tone was just childish and rude as hell. You didn’t deserve that at all but Atsumu just felt his heart shatter at that moment, so he was angry and let it out on you. Now he is just highly disappointed in himself on how disrespectfully he talked to you.

On the inside, Osamu facepalms himself at the sheer stupidity of his brother‘s unawareness of your affection towards the blonde.

The signs are all there that you like Atsumu and vice versa but of course something complicated like the shit Atsumu pulled just moments prior.

"Well, (Y/N) finally talked ta ya. That’s sorta awesome."

"No Samu! Not 'awesome'! I ruined ma only chance at talkin' ta (Y/N) and I ruined it. RUINED IT!" Atsumu slams his head against the locker and the whole locker clutters by the force of it.

Osamu can’t help but feel bad for his brother, knowing Atsumu has been having a crush on you since the first year of high school.

Students who pass them are giving them weird looks but the gray-haired twin is not fazed by it.

"Tsumu, yer startin' ta get looks. Quit yer dramatic act and move alon'. There’s pleny of fish in da sea."

The Setter was quiet for a few seconds and Osamu was quite worried Atsumu got a concussion from all that banging of his forehead against the locker.

But then he speaks again, in a voice so sad and soft, it sounds like Atsumu is truly heartbroken.

"But I don’ wan' other fish. I want (Y/N)." He is actually getting teary-eyed.

Osamu gives out a big annoyed sigh and knows he is already regretting his words.

"Want me ta help ya win (Y/N) over?"

Atsumu whips his head in his brother’s direction, a hopeful gleam in his hazel-brown eyes.

"Yer not screwin' with me?"

"No. Twin promise, cross my heart and all that shit. Come on, let’s find (Y/N)." Osamu starts to move to the gym for volleyball practice and he hears a locker door shut and a rushing steps of feet follow him.

A/N: You guys want a part 2?😊

[tetsuukuroo]

Peter B Parker voice: Alright, let’s do this one last time!

Main aim is to finish the Nekoma manager!OHSHC AU and Miya triplets series

Hopefully this doesn’t flop 🤞

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a little yellow post-it by your bedside was unmissable as you stretched off any remaining traces of sleep. “breakfast is on the counter, made with extra love. see ya later — love, yer samu.”

you sighed contently, heart feeling full and ready to fill your stomach. not even five minutes later, you walked into the kitchen and saw him hunched over the kitchen island, happily munching away at the bacon. you watched as the bacon, your bacon, disappeared into his mouth when he caught sight of you, “hey sis!” 

he’d swung by over your house (unannounced as per usual) and eaten the breakfast plate meant for you. atsumu was fortunate in that his twin brother had to attend to some restaurant emergency this morning. 

“MY BACON!” atsumu drops his fork. the clattering of the metal utensil against the porcelain plate sent silent shock waves throughout the house. of course, of course, the breakfast had been for you. atsumu thought his brother got an inkling that he’d be coming over this morning. and atsumu, using this twin telepathy, had confirmed this plate was for him. 

“’m sorry, sis, please don’t tell samu, he’ll kill me.” he begged, “the twin telepathy must’tav been broke today. ‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry. I’ll buy ya breakfast now, anything, just don’t tell him.” 

seeing the pro-player so pathetically afraid of his brother was almost funny, almost, until you remembered the bacon. 

“you mean it? anything?” 

he nodded his head confidently,��“anything, anything for ma lovely sis to not tell on me.” 

“you got it, tsumu, but in exchange I want the video.” 

realization dawned on him, the video might be worse than the breakfast debacle. “no no, he’d kill me now for real if I send ya the video. just tell on me. twins honor, I can’t do that to him.” 

“nope, no going back on your words, miya atsumu. you said you’d do anything and I agreed, so hand over the video.” 

there’s no winning when it comes to you, your stubbornness was notoriously unmatched. “fine, but ya gotta promise to not let him know it was from me. and if he does find out and ya don’t hear from me for a few days, go to the police and tell’em samu murdered me.” 

“will do, now get out of my house and send it to me before the end of the day.” 

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#Haikyuu boys when he loses his child at the mall 

featuring:: BOKUTO Kotaro, MIYA Atsumu, HINATA Shoyo, SUNA Rintaro, MATSUKAWA Issei, KOZUME Kenma 

genre:: slice of life / fluff

warnings:: none! 

a/n:: a sequel-ish to my “Haikyuu boys losing you at the mall” 

⤷ BOKUTO Kotaro smiled at the TikTok you’ve just sent him. He was multitasking. Right hand holding his phone, while the left was gently pushing his sleeping son in his stroller. Bokuto finally looks up from his phone to check on his son. “hey buddy, you still sleep-”. He panics when he sees nothing but his son’s blue blankie in the otherwise empty stroller. “oh crap, oh crap, where is he?” The panic is his eyes were evident as he starts looking around, trying to spot any trace of his baby. So confused and bewildered when he considers the fact that the baby can’t even walk yet. Could he have been kidnapped while Bokuto was distracted by his phone? He reaches his hands up to clutch his chest, so close to a panic attack when he suddenly feels a little lump. Looking down, Bokuto lets out a shaky laugh when he realizes his son was strapped against his chest, sleeping peacefully this entire time. Bokuto won’t tell you about this little fiasco though. Returning home, your husband confidently says to you, “see honey? you’re wrong. We had a great day today and I didn’t even lose him.” 

⤷ MIYA Atsumu “whoever runs to mom first wins!” Atsumu challenges his son. “but mommy says no running the mall.” “but mommy says…oh come on, haven’t I taught you anything?” Atsumu mocks the young boy of 8. And truly his father’s son, the boy takes off running. Atsumu laughs and was prepared to start running when he realizes he doesn’t know where you are, which means his son probably doesn’t know either. “oh shi-” Atsumu starts running like a wild man around the mall, not even caring who’s watching as he shouts his son’s name. Nervous sweats starts forming around his forehead as he imagines the fury in your eyes and his heart starts pounding at the possibility of his son being kidnapped. “Miya Atsumu.” The coldness in your voice had him turning around slowly, dreading this conversation. He lets out a sigh of relief when he sees his son standing to you. “oh buddy, there you are! what did I tell you about running off!” You glare at him, “don’t give me that bs Tsumu. I know you told him to run to find me.” Your son nods and glares at Atsumu too. He holds up his hands in surrender, muttering a “sorry, I won’t do it again honey.” The moment you look down at your phone to reply to your friend, he leans down to his son and whispers, “you little snitch.” Atsumu feels his blood run cold at his son’s next few words, “mommy, dad just called me a snitch.” 

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[tetsuukuroo]

Hate to be that person, but WW3 trend on TikTok is not funny at all, especially your stupid POVs. Because no, Jessica from Chicago, you won’t have to hide in the basement to avoid being nuked and no, Kyle from LA, you won’t get drafted to the front lines. 

You again missed the whole point and managed to make this situation all about yourself, so I’m going to assure your stupid ass - this war is not going to affect you in any way, but you know who it’s going to affect? Actual people from Ukraine, who are going to lose their lives and be displaced from their homes, just like for the past 8 years. 

So congratulations on your stupidity, because it’s not about “I need a way to cope 🥺🥺🥺”, it’s about you celebrating and making fun of other people’s death.

[tetsuukuroo]

i can't see your account :( why is that??

I know 😭😭 it’s because tumblr keeps restricting my account, claiming it has “sensitive content” even tho it doesn’t???

I’ve contacted them several times that my account was incorrectly marked as restricted but they’ve only sorted it out once and within two days or so they restricted it once again.

It’s the reason why I decided not to write anymore except for the series I’ve already started and planned out

[tetsuukuroo]

Hi!! Hope all is well with you and everything 🐣 I was wondering if you had plans to update the Haikyuu! Ouran AU fic? Love that story (and all of your other ones) and I’ve re-read it like 10x so I figured I’d check in 😊

Hiii! Thank you so much and I hope you’re doing well too <3

I am still planning on updating the Haikyuu! Ouran AU fic. It’s just taking me a while to write the next chapter since the previous one took me several weeks to have the full Ouran feel and I want the second one to still have that but 😅 I underestimated how hard it would be to turn OHSHC into something that fits Haikyuu seamlessly.

I’ll be updating it here on tumblr and on quotev which I have linked in my navigation. I won’t be writing anything else on my tumblr anymore other than Neko Neko Nekoma, Keeping Up With The Miya’s and All Too Well (BNHA fic) seeing as tumblr keeps restricting my account every time I request them to unrestrict it.

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He’s the love of my life ma’am

the waiting game.

summary: ever since you knew about your feelings for your brother’s best friend, you knew you’d wait for him. no matter how many times he might’ve rejected you, you’d wait for him.

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

genre: fluff/slight angst/humor; you’re waiting for a guy for thirteen years (don’t do that irl unless it’s iwaizumi), brother!oikawa, you’re stubborn as heck (and a simp)

length: 9.7k words 

a/n: repost!

AT FIVE YEARS OLD …

you’re a cute kid, you’ll put it as simply as that. your rosy cheeks and grin easily wins the hearts of all the adults in your life even after your adorable toddler years.

but, you’re three years younger than your brother and his friends. to en eight year old, you’re not that cute. in fact, the only purpose you have is to charm away adults, much like your brother, tooru, used to and still does, and torment him.

that doesn’t stop you from interrupting oikawa and his friend’s playdates and hangouts from then on until you'e well into high school.

so yeah, i guess with cute, you could be insufferable.

just like your brother, tooru.

“tooru~,” you sing, bouncing into the room with a handful of dolls, as a wide grin graces over your features. you’re head to toe in some royal getup, frilly and sparkly fabric galore.

“y/n,” is your eight year old brother’s immediate whine, looking away from the t.v. currently playing some rerun of a power rangers episode. “can’t you see i’m with iwa-chan right now?”

before iwaizumi, oikawa’s closest friend, could even scold him for the nickname, already sending daggers toward him, you pout. “but you said we’d play dolls today…”

there’s a little wobble in your tone as it lowers, and your frown is ever present. iwaizumi flits his eyes over to you briefly, quietly observing your reaction.

“maybe later,” oikawa waves you off, barely acknowledging your sadness and disappointment as he turns his attention back to the television.

the frown on your face only deepens when you realize your own brother is choosing a random boy he’d met recently over his own blood. his own sister!

okay, maybe you’re a little dramatic, too.

you’re about to let out some dramatic form of a wail when iwaizumi notices and widens his eyes in horror. iwaizumi doesn’t have siblings of his own so he can only guess what reaction you’ll have by the way your eyebrows furrow in anger. all he’s sure of is that he doesn’t wanna deal with a crying child, so he’s quick to nudge oikawa by budding shoulders with his.

“i think you should play with your sister for five minutes. at least get her in a better mood.”

oikawa’s face puckers in slight annoyance.

“why?”

… and the best brother award goes to … not him.

“girls can ruin your life,” iwaizumi mutters in a knowing tone. how does he know that so early? he’s only eight… and as far as you know, has no siblings.

regardless, you stand proudly with a beam (｡- ω -)

“but i want to watch this,” your brother complains, whiny tone toward the end of his statement filling his voice.

iwaizumi stares a this new friend with a deadpan expression, wondering why he’d rather face your inevitable wrath than just play with you…

so, he stands from the couch and walks over to you and holds his hands out, looking at you expectantly.

“iwa-chan, what’re you doing?” oikawa asks, noticing his presence gone from the couch when he looks over after a particularly enjoyable fight scene.

“i’m dealing with your sister,” he shoots back with a sneer before turning back to you with the same soft expression he held for you prior. “can i have a doll?”

you: (°ｏ°)

and just, like that, as you stare with your mouth agape - oikawa’s a little shocked, too, eyebrows furrowing is slight jealousy - iwaizumi becomes your friend, too.

so for the next ten minutes or so, iwaizumi sits beside you on the wooden floors (oikawa’s huffing from the sofa, wondering when his friend would return his attention to the t.v.) and pretends whatever dolls you have can fly or be more tough than you considered.

(you had you more buy one of you dolls a martial arts outfit just in case iwaizumi would ever agree to play with you again).

you found yourself being extra happy and giddy whenever iwaizumi came over to hang out with your brother (and inevitably you)

“can i play, too?” you’d appear in the backyard after seeing the two toss a volleyball to each other.

your brother loves you, no doubt. he’d easily beat up any one who picked on you.

but he needs his bro time, y'know?“

"it’s one on one right now-”

“-we wouldn’t want you getting hurt, y/n,” iwaizumi cuts him off, scowling at him to be nicer.

iwaizumi always looked out for you, and at five, you believed it was more than your own brother did.

and that instance was the first time he touched your heart and took a little piece with him wherever he went.

AT NINE YEARS OLD …

“hey! wait up!” you call after your brother on his way home from school.

you’re struggling to carry all your school books (you didn’t put them insider your bag because you were rushing to walk home with your brother and iwaizumi).

oikawa stops in his tracks and turns around to face you, sighing, “hurry up then, my slow sister~”

you manage to catch up to him, huffing and puffing by the time you reach him.

“how come you’re still here? dismissal was at 3,” iwaizumi questions from beside your brother, who was previously looking off in the distance of the convenience store, wondering if he had enough coins for a snack. he absentmindedly helps you hold your bookbag up as you pile all of your school books into it.

“yeah, we had practice,” oikawa narrows his eyes at you, adjusting his sling over bag strap on his shoulder, “what were you doing?”

“i can’t be in a club either?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows at his judgmental gaze. ‘my friend asked me to come to her practice and watch her…“

the two boys beside you nodded their heads and you added, "plus, mom like when i walk home with you.”

that much was true.

it was also true that your friend invited you to her practice. however, you probably would’ve come up with any excuse to be able to walk home with your brother and his classmate.

because you have a crush on said classmate (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

not that you’d ever tell him (yet)

since you’d been bugging the two since you were five, tagging along with them and hanging out with them wasn’t new or suspicious.

“what are we watching tonight?” you plop down on the sofa, right in between your brother and iwaizumi and dig your hand into the bowl of popcorn on your brother’s lap.

“something rated pg-13 so you cant watch,” oikawa says, swatting your hand away from the bowl as he grins wickedly at you.

“that’s just rude,” you huff and stand from the couch, knowing your mother would scold you if she caught you watching a movie inappropriate for you age.

“maybe another day, y/n,” iwaizumi encourages, eyes never leaving the screen. he lifts his arm, though, offering you a small bag in his hand.

“want the rest of my gummy worms? i know they’re your favorite.”

Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→

(this boy doesn’t even know what he’s doing to you heart).

“thank,” you smile softly, deadpan expression wiped off your face, shyly taking the bag from his hand.

oikawa watches the exchange with suspicion and it’s when he notices the flush of your cheeks and flustered expression as you scamper back to your room that it dawns on him.

AT TWELVE YEARS OLD …

“thanks for the help my stupid brother refused to give me!” you sing happily, skipping beside iwaizumi on your way to school. when you reach the point at which your paths separate - where you go to middle school and he goes to high school - you wave.

“no problem, y/n,” he waves back as you part ways, pulling on the straps of his backpack, now turning to your brother for a new conversation.

reaching school, the boys walked over to their lockers, engaging in small talk about the volleyball match they both watched the night before.

as animated as oikawa wanted to be during the conversation, all he could think of was the dumb smile on your face since you walked downstairs for breakfast.

iwaizumi had come over and helped you with a project the night before, one of those science ones where most students made volcanoes or rock candy.

oikawa never came to you to ask you about your crush when he first had an inkling about it. and you never went to him, admitting to it either.

but you believe it’s universal knowledge that you have a crush on his best friend.

you weren’t exactly trying to hide it from your brother. it was sort of obvious.

to be honest, you didn’t really care about what oikawa had to say about it. nonetheless, you were grateful he never did.

however, as obvious as you made it look, the only person who didn’t seem to know about your crush was iwaizumi.

and oikawa was willing to keep your crush to himself since obviously it wasn’t his crush to reveal.

but for some reason - maybe because you’re especially giddy expression made him a little too antsy to know what his classmate’s reaction to the news would be - today was the day that he just couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“you should stop being so nice to my sister,” his voice is cold as he’s fiddling with the books in his book bag.

iwaizumi pauses what he’s doing in his locker and turns to your brother.

“huh?”

“i’m just saying, i know you help her out a lot but some distance might be good.”

iwaizumi: why tho ಠ_ಠ

oikawa looks at his friend with the most deadpanned face and he realizes:

oh my god, he’s just oblivious.

“maybe ‘cause my sister is in love with you?”

iwaizumi chokes.

and then he laughs.

because what??? haha, that’s real funny, bud.

“i’m serious,” oikawa says, closing his locker door and crossing his arms. “i blame all the time you’ve spent around her but she’s developed a crush on you…i’m more surprised that you haven’t noticed…”

well ofc he didn’t … you’re still in middle school.

“you must be blind. she definitely sees me as a brother.”

“i’d be concerned if that’s the case because ‘sweet home alabama.’” (i know they’re in japan but allow the reference pls)

“she does not like me.”

“fine, fine. don’t believe me then,” oikawa raises his hands in surrender, “but pay closer attention and maybe you’ll see for yourself.”

from that moment forward, iwaizumi paid more attention to you and specifically your actions.

and if your bright smiles and rosy cheeks weren’t a sure tell of your crush whenever he came around, it was definitely the small gifts of treats and snacks you’d shyly give him whenever he’d help you with your homework.

“y/n?” one day, iwaizumi stammers under your gaze, looking down at his hands. “we should talk.”

you also had a habit of staring at him. it was something he didn’t notice at first since he was usually so engrossed with what he was doing. but now it felt like you had laser eyes pointing right at his forehead.

you raise an eyebrow, pushing your notebook aside and plopping your head in your arms, putting your full attention on him. “about what?”

“i know you have a crush on me…”

oh…

that’s when your heart skipped a beat.

so he found out.

the butterflies in your stomach overpowered the embarrassment and you replied:

“so what?”

deep down, you knew it was a stupid crush since you had no chance with him in the first place…

but there was still that sliver of hope in your heart you refused to let go of.

he chuckles after hearing your answer. “i’m too old for you, y/n.“

sure, on the inside, you’re screaming since he was flat out rejecting you but outwardly, you’re showing no regret and instead, utter shamelessness.

“three years older isn’t that much,” you lower your voice to a murmur.

“kinda is. i’m in high school and you’re still in middle school.”

iwaizumi’s usually really careful around you with his words since you were younger but now he was being blunt and straight to the point

he wanted it to be crystal clear to you

“so what?”

iwaizumi: (；一ω一||)

“y/n, did you even hear me?”

“yeah, but you should know me by now to know i’m not just going to stop liking you like that.”

the truth is, as embarrassed as you are at the current event, you’re still stubborn and optimistic.

iwaizumi thought he was doing the right thing by confronting you about your crush on him but…he might’ve made it worse from there on out.

“y/n stop staring at me.”

“but you’re cute.”

oikawa: (¬_¬)

“tooru, y/n, your friend is here!” one of your parents call from the front door when he’d show up later in the day or on a weekend.

it’s a race between you and your brother to greet iwaizumi at the bottom of the steps.

“he’s MY friend!”

“well, he’s MY future husband!”

yeah, your crush only got bigger after he confronted you…

you were able to crush on him freely since he already knew.

did you feel bad since he had to deal with you? maybe a little bit.

but the heart wants what it mf wants >:(

AT FOURTEEN YEARS OLD …

finally!

you made it to high school.

which is most fortunate for you because~

“iwa~ !!!”

you run in the halls to reach the boy you called out for. after those few years without him while you were in middle school, damn you missed him.

great, he thinks to himself, here we go.

“'iwa?’“ matsukawa snickers, repeating the nickname, “who would call you that besides oikawa?”

“the other oikawa,” iwaizumi mutters, closing his eyes.

“oikawa has a sister? 'didn’t know that,” hanamaki muses, rubbing his chin in thought and squinting his eyes as he sees you coming closer to the three guys.

“what’s her deal with you?”

before mattsun could get an answer, you appear in front of them with a bright grin. had you been any other girl, you might’ve been intimidated by the three towers standing before you but you were used to it by now.

“did you eat?” you don’t even greet iwaizumi, holding out a paper bag for him to take. you’d be more bold if you didn’t have an audience but feeling three pairs of eyes on you, you turned your head and puffed out your flushed cheeks.

“no,” iwaizumi starts, ready to politely decline your offering but you plop it into his hands.

“eat up then~ gotta head to class!” you start to walk away from him and when you feel your confidence return, you shoot him fingers guns and a wink, “we need those muscles to stay big and strong right?”

and then you’re gone.

leaving iwaizumi flustered as hell next to the other now grinning seniors.

“ah, so she’s your girlfriend,” makki muses, nudging iwaizumi’s shoulder.

“is not. she just likes me, that’s all…”

“and you don’t return her feelings?” mattsun asks, tilting his head to the side in wonder. “you haven’t rejected her either?”

“of course i rejected her. she’s three years younger than us, it’d be weird…she’s just stubborn.”

“respect,” makki nods his head in approval looking in the direction you’d gone in. “i respect a girl who doesn’t give up.”

“yeah? then you date her,” iwaizumi rolls his eyes before looking down at the paper bag in his hand.

“hey, it’s obvious she got eyes for you, man. that’d just be unfair,” makki responds with a low laugh.

“three years isn’t even that much,” mattsun says with a shrug.

“it is when you’ve known her since she was five.”

“so you still think she’s five or something?” makki asks, raising his eyebrows. “she’s in high school, dude.”

“whatever. i’ll never see her like that.”

“give it a few years, bud,” mattsun pats his back knowingly, “when y’all get married at twenty five, i better hear my name during your speech.”

iwaizumi grumbles something under his breath while makki claps his hands and laughs loudly, agreeing with his friend.

during the year, you found yourself sitting at the same lunch table as your brother and his fellow teammates. obviously you played the ‘i’m your sister’ card on him but everyone can see it was just an excuse to be around iwaizumi

at the beginning, plenty of girls were confused by your presence at the table (they didn’t know you were oikawa’s sister until they knew your last name. after then, they didn’t give you much attention since you weren’t a threat to them)

during lunch, you usually spent your time talking to your brother’s teammates about iwaizumi and they always got a kick from how shameless you were. over time, after you got more comfortable with the rest of the time, you felt more at ease flirting with iwaizumi

iwaizumi was well acquainted with your one sided flirting tactics since you were younger. of course, in the beginning, they were merely innocent compliments coming from your admiration for him

but by the time you reached high school, it escalated to comments about dating…

“still too old for you y/n,” iwaizumi grumbles, picking at his lunch. “always will be.”

you lean forward, crossing his personal space, and prop your elbow on the table and rest your head against the palm of your hand

“when are you gonna forget about this little age gap and realize you’re wasting your time blocking your feelings when we could potentially be great-”

“y/n,” his voice cuts off your playful one like steel when he slams his hands on the lunch table, causing the table to look up from their food and at the two of you. “when is it gonna get through your thick skull that it’s never going to happen? just quit it. you have no chance.”

there’s a pause.

your face pales when you realize you’d gone too far but you’re too hurt to apologize.

you lean back in your seat, putting your hands in your lap, and look down.

as much as you felt like doing at moment, you refused to become the heartbroken girl and run to the nearest bathroom stall. so, you sit quietly across from him, going back to eating your lunch

you don’t say anything else for the rest of lunchtime.

your brother opens and closes his mouth a few times, unsure whether to console you or yell at his best friend but it’s the jab in his side by makki that tells him he’s better off staying silent.

the bell rings when lunch ends and you stand up, quickly striding to throw your lunch away. you walk out of the lunchroom, not bothering to check if anyone is following you or not.

no one is.

that is until… “y/n!”

oh brother.

you turn around in the hall to face your brother.

“what.” you know he must be ecstatic to see his best friend physically trying to sever whatever feelings you have for him.

“i…i’m sorry about back there. i didn’t know he could actually say that,” oikawa’s rubbing the back of his neck, feeling slightly bad from the look on your face.

your face isn’t a sad one, it’s more of a monotone one.

but oikawa knows you better than anyone.

and you were indeed masking your true feelings.

“it’s whatever. i know you hate it but i still like him,” you huff before turning around and stomping off to your next class.

throughout the rest of the school day, your face stays rested in that deadpan expression, only sending pressed smiles that don’t reach you eyes to friends you see around in classes or the halls.

sometime after lunch, iwaizumi sees you in the hall at your locker on his way to class. you don’t see him since you’re looking in another direction.

while walking by, he opens his mouth to call out for you but closes it again and continues his way to class. though, he wonders if you would’ve said hi and wave like you always did if you saw him.

it isn’t until after school, right before he has volleyball practice that he approaches you outside.

he wasn’t surprised to see you walking toward the school gates. he was especially harsh to you today and he knew no matter how much you liked him, you wouldn’t really want to face him without cooling off first

he jogs over toward your retreating figure and when he reaches within ear shot of you, he calls out to you

“y/n.” there’s a calm voice behind you and you freeze in your tracks. you were certainly ready to walk home alone without bothering to wait for your brother or iwaizumi to finish practice

you turn around and ignore the pang of hurt rising in your chest at the sight of iwaizumi

you were used to his nonchalant rejections but this one hit harder than ever before

“what i said in the lunchroom … i’m sorry but i had to say it. i’ve been telling you for years but you still don’t give up.” you can tell he feels bad from the way he’s looking down and is only able to make eye contact with you for a few seconds at a time.

“and i still won’t.”

iwaizumi shoots his head up, ready to say something but you stop him with your hand

“no, you’re going to let me speak. you think i can just control my feelings all the time? so before you say ‘just stop liking me, it’ll hurt less the sooner you do,’ think about me for a second. you think my playful flirting being shot down so strongly by you doesn’t affect me? sure, i don’t act like it does but it feels like awful. it hurts. no matter what, i’m going to be hurt by you, hajime. but i don’t care. because i still have feelings for you. now, i think you have a practice you should be getting to, yeah?”

you don’t let him answer because you’re already walking away from him.

iwaizumi could only watch you leave before he heard someone yell out for him.

it took a few days for the awkward tension from both of your confrontations to subside. but when it did, it was like nothing had happened at all.

your eyes still sparkled whenever you saw him and your stomach still did flips, and he went back to flicking your forehead when you got too close to his face.

yeah things were definitely back to normal between the two of you

except for one thing: your aggression.

maybe his words were a wake up call to you about your actions, because from that day forward, you weren’t so aggressive about your crush.

you reminded him how you felt with little things and made sure he knew your feelings never changed.

but you went about it differently.

no longer did you stick glued to his side when you were around him and his teammates.

you spent time with his other teammates and carried on your own business like homework during their practices.

besides, you couldn’t keep being so clingy when he was about to leave you when he graduated.

“what about your precious brother?” oikawa asks with a pout, noticing the care package you were making for iwaizumi since you were aware he was leaving home for school.

“what about him?” you deadpan, wrapping a bow around the top. “i’ve lived under the same roof as you for my entire life. it’s about time you leave me alone now.”

“you’re so mean.” oikawa sticks his tongue out and crosses his arms. “iwa-chan is gonna like your gift, by the way.”

“of course he is,” you smile with a knowing glint in your eye. “i know him better than he thinks.”

AT FIFTEEN YEARS OLD …

oh, your second year of high school.

even though your brother and iwaizumi had left for college and they were the closest friends you had at school, you still stayed friends with the current members of the volleyball team.

totally not because oikawa and iwaizumi bullied the underclassmen to make sure you weren’t alone.

kindaichi and kunimi became your go-to’s since you were in the same grade.

since becoming a second year, you’d also passed the awkward puberty stage and did receive love confessions on multiple occasions.

ah the life of an oikawa, am i right?

you do be pulling these people though.

“y/n, will you go out with me?” the terrified classmate in your biology class stuck out his hand to give you a small chocolate box.

you instinctively look in the direction of iwaizumi’s locker which he no longer possessed since he graduated.

“the thought is really sweet but … my heart belongs to someone else, i’m sorry,” you frown, feeling the guilt rise in your stomach.

you truly wished you could’ve said yes to those who confessed but you knew if you did, it wouldn’t sit right in your heart.

you wondered if he knew of them and if he did that it was his fault you rejected so many people.

(you do end up accepting a few confessions after your friends urge to give them a chance but those relationships don’t go very far).

unbeknownst to you, your brother tells him absolutely everything

including when you come into his room to ask for advice on how to let people down lightly since it made you feel bad.

“she asks you for love advice? man, save that girl.”

iwaizumi and oikawa split their ways and went to separate universities but still kept in contact through facetime (even if it was against iwaizumi’s will).

cue oikawa calling him randomly at 2am to talk because he was bored.

“hey, you know my way with the ladies,” oikawa grins, looking at his best friend through the screen of his phone.

“what’s the advice for? she tryna confess?”

oh, how iwaizumi hoped you’d moved on after he left for school

“pfft more like the opposite. she asks about how to reject people.”

“oh?”

“oh yeah, she acts like it’s because she doesn’t want a relationship but i think we both know that’s not true,” oikawa lilts knowingly, wiggling his eyebrows.

though he always hated the idea of you liking his friend, by now it was just something he was used to.

in fact, he was probably waiting for it to happen because with your stubbornness, he believed it was bound to happen.

even if his friend didn’t believe it.

“i’m tired now. good night, shittykawa.”

“g’night iwa-chan~”

AT EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD …

“my baby sister is all grown up,” tooru clutches you in his arms, wailing and allowing tears to freely flow down his cheeks

“ugh, get off of me, people are staring!”

just like your brother and iwaizumi did, you and your brother also split and went to separate universities.

“but still~”

“you should be used to not having me around, you’re a senior in college now!”

“can’t i just be a clingy brother for once in my life?!”

“now you wanna use the clingy brother card? you’ve had the chance to use it all my life and NOW you wanna use it? in front of all these people?!”

people passing by on your floor’s hall giggled at your bickering but you managed to win the conversation when you ended up putting your brother in a chokehold

“i’m going to embarrass the shit out of you on your wedding day when you get married, just you watch! … that is if you could even find someone to marry you.”

“thanks, y/n. i no longer feel the need to miss you.” oikawa breaks away from your grin. he brushes himself off and ruffles your hair. “have a great freshman year, baby sis, and don’t be afraid to have fun!”

“yeah, yeah.”

“now if you’ll excuse me, i have somewhere to be! see you at thanksgiving!~” oikawa wiggles his fingers in a goodbye manner, walking down the college dorm hallway until he’s out of sight

what on earth does he have to do on a campus that’s not even his own?

your roommate, mei, is a sweetheart. she’s kind, funny, and from the get-go, you knew she was someone who was going to stick by you.

on move-in day, things were kind of awkward since you were meeting someone that you were going to live with for the rest of the year for the first time. but after the first few days, the both of you opened up and became comfortable.

“so…partners. got one?” she asks on the first night while you two were sitting in front of a party size bag of chips.

“nope,” you answer, popping the 'p’ for extra emphasis. “kinda unofficially taken though.”

“huh, interesting,” she muses, leaning over and grabbing a chip.

“you?”

nodding her head, she finishes swallowing her chip before smiling softly, “i’m doing long distance with my high school boyfriend.”

“oh, wow. good luck,” you answer, feeling somewhat bad for your roommate. when iwaizumi left for school, even if you hadn’t interacted as closely with him like you used to, there was still a hollow feeling in your chest that didn’t go away for a couple of months.

you missed him.

and you made sure he knew.

[6/10/18 11:00AM] you: happy birthday!! miss you a whole lot

[6/10/19 10:00AM] you: g’morning! i hope you have a wonderful birthday! miss youuu~

each time he’d answer with a straight, “thanks.” and you’d have to be the one to continue the conversation

you texted him only sometimes. only when you were especially missing him or found something that reminded you of him

rarely did he ever text you but he made sure to when it came around to your birthday. and you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t swell when you read the simple birthday message.

maybe you weren’t technically in a long distance relationship, but your heart definitely acted like it.

“thanks! but you got me intrigued. who’s this person who-”

a knock on your door cuts her off followed by a gruff, “RA.”

“WE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG WE SWEAR!” mei cries in frustration causing you to laugh.

“they’re probably just going to introduce themselves. i’ll get it,” you stand up from the floor and walk to the door and swing it open with a grin.

“hi…” your greet starts off chipper until you register who’s at the door. “iwaizumi? what the hell are you doing here?”

“y-y/n?” he seems dumbfounded by the way his eye bulge out of his head and his jaw drops. “what are YOU doing here?”

and why are you calling me by my full name?

“i go here, what else?” you gesture to your room and in the process, notice mei pucker her lips, obviously sensing tension.

“you go here?”

no way.

no, you were sure your university of choice wasn’t the same as iwaizumi’s.

hell, you even asked oikawa just to make sure you didn’t go there.

it’s not that you didn’t want him around.

come on, you were in love with the guy.

it was more of the fact you didn’t want to seem like you were still chasing after him to this day as embarrassingly as you did as a kid.

but here he was standing right in front of you.

“i thought you were at-”

“i transferred.”

oh, so that’s what happened.

“oh…”

“yeah, tuition got too much so i applied here and as a resident assistant for housing.”

“i see,” you mumble, shifting your wight from one leg to the other. “you look good.”

he did.

and you were underestimating it.

although by senior year of high school he was already built enough, he seemed to have buffed out even more.

“you, too,” he answers, rubbing the back of his neck. realizing your roommate behind you, he gives a friendly wave, “hey, i’m iwaizumi hajime and i’ll be your RA for the year.”

“nice to meet you,” she smiles before turning to you, “is that the one?”

glancing between your roommate and iwaizumi.

of course she figured out by now.

you nod and jab a thumb at him, “yup, this is the guy who stole my heart.”

the reaction you expected from him: (T_T)

the reaction you receive: (⁄ ⁄•⁄–⁄•⁄ ⁄)

“is that all?” you ask turning back to him, “i’m trying to get to know my roommate right now. i’ll deal with you another time.”

“uhh, no! that’s it,” he stammers, stepping out of the way, “you have a nice night.”

“you, too.”

as soon as you shut the door, mei is on her feet jumping up and down. “this is some tv show shit going on! oh my gosh, what are the odds!”

you rub your temples, registering what just happened.

there was no doubt you still had feelings for iwaizumi but after so much time away from him, you’re so unsure of how to act.

you two were grown adults for crying out loud.

sure, you always believed you were endgame.

but in your mind it was in more of an “oh my gosh, we haven’t seen each other in ten plus years and we’re in the same grocery store. let’s catch up!”

not an “oh my gosh you’re going to my university and i’ll probably see you everyday since you live on my floor and you’re my RA.”

once again, the universe is going out of its way to point out, HE’S OLDER THAN YOU. YOU HAVE NO CHANCE. HAHA LOSER.

meanwhile in iwaizumi’s single room …

he tapped his fingers aggressively on his phone screen, waiting for his friend to pick up.

“aw, i just left! what, missing me already?”

“why is y/n here?”

oikawa freezes and whispers, “how’d you find out so quickly?”

“i’m her RA!!”

“for real? hah, that’s rich,” oikawa starts to laugh, wiping fake tears from his eyes. “i should’ve came to your room then. i would’ve noticed we were in the same hall as y/n.”

“you wouldn’t have told me.”

“you’re right. i wouldn’t have.”

“why didn’t you tell me she was coming here?

“why is it so important you know? hey, she asked about your school told and i told her you were still at your other uni-”

“and why would you say that?”

“because i’m sick of seeing my sister alone ok? as soon as you told me you were transferring to her school, i just seized the opportunity! you’ll look out for her, regardless of whatever feelings you have or don’t have for her. it makes me feel better to know she’s got somebody.”

“as evil as you are, i’m letting you have that one because it’s a sweet brotherly thing to do.”

“i know right?”

“and you just ruined it. don’t expect me to just randomly check on her though.”

“but you will,” oikawa sighs, a knowing smile on his face. “even if you don’t like her like she likes you, you’ll still care about her.”

“whatever. bye.”

“bye bye~”

the first semester’s rough since you were getting accustomed to this new way of life.

but honestly, you think you did a pretty good job.

you showed up to class on time, you ate decent meals (most of the time), you studied when you had to and took breaks when needed.

yeah, you were slaying the college game.

until you were locked out of your room in only a towel.

your roommate had an early class that morning so she wasn’t there to let you back in.

which meant: you had to go to the RA office to ask for the master key.

you walked down the hall in nothing but your towel and flip flops, glancing over at iwaizumi’s door when you passed it, hoping he was in there sleeping.

you reached the RA office and lightly knocked on the door before cracking it open.

“sorry for the appearance but i got lock- not you again,” you groan by the end of your statement when you faced a half-awake iwaizumi leaning over the desk.

of course out of everyone to be on duty…it has to be him.

the sound of your voice got him to open his eyes but upon seeing you in said towel, his fatigue became long gone.

had your legs always been that long and toned?

mentally smacking himself for such a thought, he stood up.

“l-let me get the master key.” he shuffles over to a small cabinet and went through the keys. “room 220 right?”

“mhm,” you hum, crossing your arms, trying to hide as much of your body as possible.

you felt v embarrassed rn.

“got it, follow me,” iwaizumi leaves the room and you trail after him like a lost puppy.

“can’t you just give me the key and i’ll return it later?”

“‘m afraid it doesn’t work like that,” even though he’s turned away from you, you still know he’s smiling.

“sleep late?” you ask when he lets out a loud yawn.

“yeah and i’m stuck in that office until 1.”

you nod but you realize he can’t see you so you mumble an, “oh.”

stopping in front of your room, he unlocks it and opens the door for you and gestures for you to go in. “there ya go.”

“thanks,” you lightly smile, walking into your room and hold the handle, ready to close it.

“how’s your semester going?” he blurts before you could start pushing the door closed.

you tilt your head to the side in confusion at his sudden question but laugh anyway, “maybe ask me when i’m not wearing nothing but a towel.”

iwaizumi’s cheeks heat at your comment, remembering you were still in a towel and he scratches the side of his head. “right! sorry. enjoy your day.”

“see you around!” you call when he’s walking down the hall, on his way back to the RA office.

the next time you’re alone with iwaizumi is on a saturday night when your roommate is adamant on playing a game.

“c’mon, everyone’s out partying tonight so shouldn’t we have our own fun?” mei clasps her hands together in a pleading manner and juts out her lower lip.

“what game?” you sigh, standing from your desk and turning to her

“one of the games we have here! we can borrow some from the RA office and return them when we’re done!

“ok then, let’s go.”

you walk behind your skipping roommate as she hums and giggles.

you were glad you weren’t stuck with some maniac.

she stops in front of iwaizumi’s door when she notices the sticker with his name on it on the door.

“have you guys talked?”

“not really,” you shrug.

“really? it’s been two months since we’ve moved in.”

“i mean, he saw me in a towel a while ago since i got locked out of the room but since then no.”

“spicy spicy~” she grins mischievously, continuing on her way to the office. “wanna bet the universe is plotting against you and he’s on duty tonight in the office?”

“i would but i know i’ll lose because it’s what the universe would do to me.”

“have you thought about getting over him?” she asks innocently after a moment of silence, turning to look at you.

“of course. it just never works out. my mind always comes back to iwaizumi and my heart, well, it knows what it wants.”

“that’s really sad, y/n.”

“maybe. but it’s what i’m used to. i’ve never met anyone who gives me the same feeling as he does.”

“and what feeling does he give you?”

by now, you’re standing in front of the RA office on the door. there’s a small little window so residents can see if someone is in there or not. and there iwaizumi was, scrolling on his phone, looking bored as hell.

“home.”

“hi!” mei greets him after she swings the door open

“gotta go shitty-” he cuts himself off, realizing you’d know just who he was talking to. 

“-are you talking to my dear brother?” your eyes light and you instinctively run over to iwaizumi and check the screen and yes, there he is.

“tooru!” you shout a greeting like you haven’t spoken in years when you in fact called him that morning. guess it’s seeing him somewhere else that gets you excited. 

“y/n, my baby sister! what are you doing there?”

“goodbye shittykawa,” iwaizumi rolls his eyes when he sees the shit eating grin on oikawa’s face. he ends the call abruptly before spinning in his chair to face you. “can i help you, other oikawa?”

you smile and point over to the shelf stocked with games, “we’d like to play a game please.”

waving you off, he mumbles, “knock yourself out.”

you bounce over to your roommate, unknown to the hard stare iwaizumi is sending you.

he’s too deep in his own thoughts to notice he’s staring right at you either.

“there’s only games for three people or more here,” you turn around with a pout

iwaizumi breaks away from his thoughts and shrugs his shoulders, “someone probably took the two person games already.”

you stick your tongue out at his nonchalant and apathetic answer

“how ‘bout you play with us?” mei asks, taking out a handful of games.

“me?” iwaizumi furrows his eyebrows, glancing over at you. 

you shrug as if saying, why not?

“i’m on duty right now, i can’t.”

“why not?” this time you voice it.

“if someone needs something-”

“-we’ll pause the game,” you say as if its obvious. “c’mon it’s saturday night and we’re bored! please~”

and just like your roommate did to you, you made your best pleading stance and stare at the love of your life iwaizumi. 

and being that you’ve used this face on him a million times since you were five, you were wary he’d not be affected.

but:

“ok, fine, just one game.”

you can’t deny the swell you feel in your heart when you notice the small smile he tries so hard to hide. 

(´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

“plus 12, are you kidding me, y/n?” iwaizumi grumbles, starting to pick up a card from the deck one by one.

“hey, you’re the one who started it,” you shrug, grinning at his obvious frustration.

the three of you were currently in a round of UNO, your third game of the night.

(hah, “one game” my ass)

iwaizumi had only two cards left in his hand and thought he could gain an ever greater advantage if one of you received two more cards

but alas, the higher powers ruling UNO decided now was the time to push him off his high horse. 

mei looks through the cards in her hand for her next move before an alarm ringtone went off from her lap. 

“that’s for my laundry,” mei glances at her phone to shut off the alarm. “i’ll be back in like ten minutes to drop my clothes off back in the room.” she stands up before looking back at the two of you with an accusatory finger, “no cheating.”

she stepped out of the office and then it was just you and iwaizumi alone

letting out a yawn, (you’ve been yawning this whole time) you check your phone. 

“dude, it’s 2am. shouldn’t the RA office be closed now?” you ask, resting your head on your arms as they lay crossed against the office desk

“yeah but we’re in the middle of a game, aren’t we?” iwaizumi doesn’t look up from his hand of cards, sorting them by color and number

“ya coulda’ kicked us out earlier. we were just bored and needed.  something to do-”

“-ok but i wasn’t going to cut off the game if i’m winning.”

you open your eyes to send him a pointed expression, “winning, huh?”

“shut up.”

even tired and with eyes closed, you manage to send him a grin

there’s a comfortable silence between the two where your eyes are closed and iwaizumi’s attention flickers between you and his hands

you were the same oikawa he’s known for the past thirteen years. 

then how come you seemed like a such a different person?

normally you’d be throwing your flirty banter and compliments his way but all he’s heard from you is what you told your roommate that first day he saw you. 

you claimed he still had your heart. 

but why weren’t you acting like it?

had you…matured?

iwaizumi gulped and slightly widened his eyes. 

and why was he so intrigued now, wanting to know the reason…

“y/n?” he asks, feeling his throat grow dry and covers it with a cough

the only answer he receives are soft snores. 

oh. 

you fell asleep. 

i mean, it was 2am and you’d been playing games for the past few hours. you were surprised you lasted that long. 

“i’m back!” mei announces returning back the office before noticing you. glancing at iwaizumi, she pointed at you, “is she out?”

“i think so,” was his simple reply. 

“we should just call it a night. y/n, let’s go,” mei walked over and snapped her fingers in front of your face. 

you were out like a light. 

alexa play sicko mode

“y/n,” iwaizumi speaks this time, going as far as patting your shoulder to which you instinctively nuzzle your head further into your arms

letting out a sigh, iwaizumi stands from his seat, “you go on ahead, i got her.”

mei furrows her brows, wondering what he’d meant but it becomes crystal clear when she notices him crouch down to take her into his arms. 

mei was quick to start moving, afraid iwaizumi would see her wide grin and stifled giggles. 

he follows her in the hallway with you in his arms, bridal style, occasionally looking down at you. 

“you can just plop her on the bed. she’ll move around eventually,” mei breaks iwaizumi from his gaze toward you and he quickly looks up and clears his throat. 

“right.”

he walks over to your side of the room and gently places you on the bed. 

“is she enjoying herself here?” he asks, glancing over at your roommate quickly before looking back down at your sleeping state. 

“i think she is,” he smiles, “i mean, she has a pretty great roommate so i count for something.”

iwaizumi chuckles lowly, careful not to wake you. “funny,” he says before leaning over and pushing a strand of hair that’d fallen over your face away. 

leaning back, iwaizumi shoves his hands in his jean pockets and sways back and forth. “sorry for keeping you up. i should’ve kicked you out a while ago.”

“don’t sweat it. we had fun. sorry for interrupting your night. i’m sure y/n would never apologize but i’m sure she feels a little guilty.”

“i had fun, too. so no worries.”

“yeah?” mei grins when he’s outside the door. she was leaning against the door, ready to close it before curiosity got the best of her, “you must know how she feels about you, right?”

iwaizumi rubs a hand over his face, obviously not ready to have this conversation with your roommate at 2:30 in the morning. 

“yeah i do-”

“does she have a chance?”

iwaizumi’s throat runs dry. 

“i’m too old for you.”

“i’m three years older than you.”

“i’m in high school and you’re still in middle school.”

“when is it gonna get through your thick skull that it’s never going to happen? just quit it. you have no chance.”

iwaizumi’s silence is a cue mei takes to go on. 

“because from what i’ve heard from her is that she’s liked you forever. forgive me for overstepping my boundaries but a loyalty that strong for someone? that’s not something you should brush off.”

iwaizumi thinks back on the times he rejected you and takes into account how each and every time you seemed to bounce right back with no shame. 

“has she told you why she couldn’t take no as an answer when we were kids?”

mei smiles at his question. “she said your reasoning was dumb.”

his reasoning. 

all of his rejections were revolved around your ages. 

come to think of it, iwaizumi never said the words “i don’t like you,” to you once. 

it was always about age. 

“i think she thought that as long as you focused on your age, she’d still have a chance when it didn’t matter. like now, we’re all adults here and and an eighteen year old dating a twenty one year old is pretty common.”

“i uh, gotta get some sleep. i have an early class,” iwaizumi jabs his thumb in the direction of his room down the hall and mei sighs knowingly.

“goodnight,” and before she closes the door all the way, she calls out to him, “think about what i said!”

you awoke the next morning to the sound of your alarm (thank god you toggled the settings so it automatically repeated every day). 

gotta get ready for class, you think to yourself, grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste (and key, you never forget your key now) before slipping into some shoes and walking out into the hall. 

on your way to the bathroom you see a familiar face walking in your direction. 

iwaizumi is walking your way (in nothing but a towel around his waist) with a toothbrush in his mouth. he doesn’t notice you at first and to be honest, you don’t notice him either. 

you’re still tired and can barely keep your eyes open. 

it isn’t until he’s an inch away from slamming into your shoulder that you move to the side out of reflex. 

“shoot, sorry,” iwaizumi says, mouthful of toothpaste. 

“no worries, iwa,” you wave him off with a sleepy smile and continue your way to the women’s bathroom. 

iwaizumi pauses for a moment, admiring the way you walked away with no second thought. 

you truly were in your own little world when you were half-awake. 

amidst this, a small smile tugs at his lips, turning into a grin as he walks back to his room. 

from that moment forward, iwaizumi finds himself seeing you more often than before. 

at first it isn’t even intentional:

you two walk into your dorm at the same time

more times when you walk past each other in the hall if one of you is on your way to class and the other is coming back from class

but your favorite was when you’d both be in the lounge room at the same time

“whatcha watching?” you’d ask, plopping beside him on the soft sofa and looking up at the t.v.

“reruns of criminal minds.”

and then you’d sit beside each other just watching whatever was playing on the t.v. neither of you spoke unless it was about a scene. 

but he still enjoyed your presence. 

OK WHAT’S GOING ON WITH ME, he thinks (almost everyday) to himself

never did he act this way around you nor want to be around you this much. 

“haji, let’s play foosball!” you break him out of his thoughts one day, already at the game table, gesturing for him to come over

you were quite impressed with yourself with how you were handling seeing iwaizumi so often. 

did your stomach flip every time you saw him? yes. 

did your heart pound against your chest every time he made eye contact? of course. 

and did your stomach let out out a swarm of butterflies every time you saw him smile or laugh? no doubt. 

but you managed to keep your feelings at bay. 

after all, it had been three years without seeing the man. 

of course, you some partners in that time. but your heart was set on one man. 

and sure maybe the media would call you a simp but you didn’t care. 

(it’s iwaizumi. i’m shamelessly simping)

“they’re having brownies at the dining hall tonight. wanna get some chow later?” you ask, without bothering to look up from the table, too engrossed with your game. 

“yeah, i’m starving. loser has to throw away all the trash when we’re done.”

“you’re on,” you smirk. 

ending result of the game: you won. 

iwaizumi is telling you it’s because he let you but that’s only to protect his ego. 

“yeah, sure you did. anyway, let’s go!” you tug his arm out of the building and walk in the direction of the dining hall. 

feeling the chilly breeze against you, you shove your hands into your sweater pockets and out of instinct, shuffle closer to iwaizumi, hoping his body heat would warm you up. 

surprising you, he doesn’t mind being shoulder to shoulder with you and doesn’t move away. 

the two of you walk into the dining halls and settle for a table near the back.

“i’ll watch the table, you go first,” he shoos you with his hand and takes a seat at the small booth for two. you grin and nod and he watches you skip away from him and in the direction of the food

you’re too cute, he thinks to himself as a smile threatens to grace his lips

five minutes pass you return with a plate of food. 

“really?” iwaizumi raises an eyebrow at your choice of a meal. it was 40% dinner and 60% sweets and desserts. 

“really.”

sighing, he knows if he tried to convince you to not take as many sweets, he wouldn’t win. he stands from his seat and walks in the direction of food (definitely less excitedly than you did). 

he returns with his food soon after and you’re sitting together, exchanging words and teases back and forth. it’s a cute sight to see and if any stranger were to look at you, it definitely looks like the two of you were together. 

“if you procrastinate again and you show up at my door with those puppy dog eyes, i’m only saying ‘i told you so,’“ iwaizumi chuckles and you throw a french fry out of mock anger. 

“you wouldn’t. my puppy dog eyes get you ~weak~ and you know it. just like when we were kids.”

the two of you are laughing until it dies down, registering the last part of your sentence. 

when you were kids. 

“it’s been a while, huh?”

you nod, “mhm, we’ve known each other a long time.”

iwaizumi stays silent, fiddling with his fingers underneath the table. 

should he bring up what he’s wanted to for the past few weeks?

before he can, you lean back and rest your head against the back of the booth seat. “man, i’m stuffed.”

iwaizumi raises an eyebrow and says, “well you ate like four brownies so i’m sure you are.”

you reply by sticking out your tongue and pushing your tray toward him. “throw it out please~”

iwaizumi rolls his eyes but slides out of the booth and takes both of your trays and walked in the direction of the disposal area. 

“i’ll meet you in the front, ok?”

he nods and the two of you part ways.  iwaizumi walks over to the disposal area and a look of defeat crosses over his features. 

you couldn’t tell her…

why not?

‘cause you’re a coward. 

iwaizumi shakes the thoughts out of his head and balls his now free hands into fists. 

it’s not the right time. 

but she’s only been waiting for thirteen years…

sighing, he shoves his hands into his pockets and masks his frustration with his normal resting face. 

he’s ready to greet you and start walking back to your dorm when he notices a taller figure beside you. 

stepping closer he feels his stomach drop. 

“no boyfriend?” the man smiles, taking a step closer to you, “i can change that, if you’d like.”

iwaizumi is already bunching up the sleeves of his sweatshirt up his forearms, ready to start something, before he notices your bored gaze at the man in front of you. 

“sorry, i’m taken.”

“i don’t see you with anybody?” the man’s grin never falters as he looks around you in search of someone.

by the time he says that, iwaizumi is somewhat close and within your eyesight. 

noticing the look of relief washing over your face, iwaizumi allows you to grab hold of his arm and swings him around to face the flirting man

“this is him and he’ll punch you square in the jaw if you try me.”

the man raises an unimpressed brow before slowly looking over at the taller man beside you. 

gruffly, iwaizumi responds, “i will.”

the man scoffs and walks away from you, leaving you and iwaizumi alone

you’re stunned. 

what you had said was based on pure instinct but you never expected iwaizumi to play along. the two of you quietly walk out of the dining hall and you stop once you’re both outside. 

“thanks,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks flush, “i didn’t mean to say that, it was just a reflex and he wouldn’t leave me alone and you were ther-”

iwaizumi cuts you off by cupping your cheeks in his hands. a beat passes with the just the two of you staring at each other before he (FINALLY) leans down and presses his lips to yours. 

your eyes are wide and your body frozen but with a few seconds, you were able to register what was happening and you melt into his arms, leaning forward. 

you kiss for a while, probably looking strange to people walking in and out of the dining hall but you don’t care. 

ending the kiss with a few peppered pecks on your lips and your cheeks, iwaizumi lets go of you and allows you to regain your own balance

“i’m sorry it took so long for me to do that,” he mumbles, looking down in embarrassment.

“hajime, the absolute love of my life,” you coo reaching your hand up to caress his cheek. “don’t apologize. after all, i won two games today.”

leaning against your hand, iwaizumi furrowed his brows before asking, “what was the second game?”

“the waiting game.”

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[tetsuukuroo]

Just binge read this and it’s 5:10am but it was totally worth it!

The writing is amazing, the way the characters fit into the plot without taking away the main plot of wandavision was so well done and just the plot created for Bucky and the readers is *mwah* chefs kiss.

The vibe of it as well for right into the wandavision. I could hear the laugh track going off in my head at the early chapters and the eeriness that the show brought is so clear here too it sent chills down my spine. The Agatha scenes too! Pls it felt like they were lines she actually said in the show!

DEFINITELY READ

The Two of Us - Masterlist

Summary: You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda’s world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.

Pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

Warnings: descriptions of violence, mind control, angst, arguing, fluff, smut, and WandaVision spoilers.

Word Count: 39.7k

This series is planned to be updated 1-2 times a week. If you’d like to join the taglist for The Two of Us, please click here.

Part 1 (50s)

Part 2 (60s)

Part 3 (70s)

Part 4 (80s/90s)

Part 5 (90s/2000s)

Part 6 (late 2000s)

Part 7 (2020s)

Epilogue

Completed: November 13, 2021

#Moi’s favourites

[tetsuukuroo]

Y’all need to read this a bit more carefully since the child is the READER’S (not referred to by a certain gender) and the Hq characters. The only female gender that was requested was the child not the reader

It’s a big accusation for trying to say someone is tagging wrongly for something like this and for trying to cancel someone for it

Tell me what's wrong with this image

Interesting

[tetsuukuroo]

hello!!! how are you?

i love your blog sm and it gives me a lot of comfort and makes my day when i’m not feeling so good, so thank you for your writing here <3

anyway, could i please be added to the 12 days of christmas tag list? i’m excited for what’s coming :) thank you!!

Hiii!

First off, thank you so much! I’m so happy that my writing helps you feel better and I hope you continue to feel joy (whether it’s from my page or just in general) so thank YOU for reading.

Secondly, of course. I’d be so happy to add you to the tag list for it! Merry almost Christmas!

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KEEPING UP WITH THE MIYA'S. {masterlist}

Summary: in which you and your two brothers, Atsumu and Osamu Miya, gather what braincell's are left between you three and go through life.

Genre: crack??? platonic fluff, maybe a romance with someone else, sibling rivalry (it's the Miya's for crying out loud), oneshot series, classic sibling love (I can bully you but I’ll kick someone else’s ass if they bully you)

Status: ongoing

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Note: I did not originally plan on doing a series like this so it's all just a bunch of oneshots. Basically I realised I did a load of Miya siblings stuff and decided to make it all connected.

Second note: these can be read in ANY ORDER

Sibling texts

The Miya siblings vs a spider

The Miya Cup

The Wrong Miya

Ding Dong! The Miya's Not Dead (halloween special)

7/11 @ 2am

Karasuno vs Inarizaki

No boys allowed

Meet-cute and love letters

The Miya Flu

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[tetsuukuroo]

When he sees another player send you a jersey through the mail

In which: you've got mail! But it seems your boyfriend isn't as excited about your package as you are

Warning: none :)

Pairing: Atsumu x reader

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Navi | Hq m.list

I'm sorry but this is amazing

Atsumu

It just so happened that you received this little gift on your anniversary with your boyfriend

He felt it was appropriate that you both spoil each other

So in other words

He's being a big baby today

Yeah, rip your sanity today when he sees the jersey

Tbf you had Hinata to blame 10000%

"baaaabyyyy," Atsumu whined with a teasing smile, he could already see you rolling your eyes as you continued to ignore him while taking your shower.

He was laying on your bed, his head dangling off the side of it as he scrolled through his phone restlessly.

"It's been another seven years! Ya've been in there so long that our anniversary doubled in years," he called out as he held onto a plush of himself, the gift that he oh so kindly gave you for your birthday when his MSBY merch was first sold.

"'tsumu, if you don't stop whining I'll start to think I'm your babysitter instead of your girlfriend," you call back, rinsing your hair from the shampoo. "If that's the case then I guess I'm back on the dating marke-"

You get cut off as you jumped five feet in the air when he suddenly burst through the bathroom door and flung the shower curtain back.

"YA DON'T MEAN THAT, RIGHT BABY? PLEASE SAY YA DON'T," Atsumu cried hysterically as you yelled at him, covering your body before throwing the sponge at his face.

He ignores the sponge falling to the floor, soaking his face and shirt as he continued to stare at you.

"Atsumu, if you don't close this curtain and leave the bathroom, I swear on your mother, I. Will. Call. Kita," you threaten him.

He blinked, once, twice, before grinning at you, "while yer in the shower?"

"Atsumu Miya," you warn him and he nods his head frantically, kissing your cheek as you let out an indignant reply ("you just showered before me") before shutting the shower curtains and door as he went to sit on your bed patiently after being scolded at.

When you imagined him sitting on the bed waiting for you, you couldn't help but smile at your childish boyfriend.

"He's such a dork."

Meanwhile, Atsumu let out a huff as he looked at plush-'tsumu sitting on your bed.

"She loves me more than you."

His staring contest against the plush was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

"This isn't over," he tells the plush before heading to your door to see who was there, the shower still clearly running.

A few minutes later, he walked back to your room with a package given by the postman. Normally, he wouldn't think much of what you're ordering but the giant Adlers sticker keeping the box sealed made him curious.

"Hey, baby," he called out, knocking on the bathroom door.

"'tsumu, the more you knock on the door, the longer I'll stay in here," you tell him.

"Can I open-"

"Yes, just do whatever you want. Just please, let me get ready," you practically beg him as you hop out of the shower, wrapping the towel around yourself and beginning to moisturise yourself.

Atsumu lets out a small hum, focusing on the package as he uses his keys to tear the tape off.

You know how he reacted when Kita gave him that 'get well soon' pack?

Let's just say the reaction was similar to this

He didn't cry

But he was pouting

A lot

You let out a sigh of relief as you finally exited the bathroom only to find your boyfriend crouched on the floor beside your bed staring at a box.

"'tsumu? Did you find something to keep you busy?" you asked as you went to your closet to find the clothes you prepared for the anniversary date.

"(F/n)," Atsumu asked you quietly.

His voice was suddenly so quiet that you wouldn't have heard him if he hadn't walked towards you.

You could tell he wasn't in a joking mood based on the tone of his voice and you turned to him worriedly at his sudden mood change.

"What's wrong, baby?" you asked him as you hung back the hanger in your closet. The towel still wrapped around you, hair wet as you concentrated on your boyfriend.

This only caused Atsumu to pout more.

"Why're ya collecting Kageyama-kun's merch? Ya said I was yer only setter," Atsumu asked as he showed you the new jersey design for Kageyama's merch line.

You stared at him in surprise, trying to process what he was saying. The silence on your end led to Atsumu letting out a huff as he crossed his arms.

"Ya traitor!"

"What?" you finally let out.

"I caught ya red handed! This just came in while ya were in the shower, I know ya ordered this," he tells you in an exaggerated manner and you sweatdropped.

"I'm gonna get dressed," you say causing his jaw to drop.

You continued to ignore him as you got ready for your date while your baby of a boyfriend rang his twin brother to complain about the situation.

"'SAMU! (F/N)'S CHEATING ON ME!"

"For the last time, Hinata told me to that he's gonna send me Kageyama's new merch design to give feedback on it."

"'SAMU! DO YA HEAR THAT? I CAUGHT HER RED HANDED AND SHE'S STILL DENYING IT."

"What's that noise?" Suna asks Osamu as he sits on the counter stool in Onigiri Miya, hearing a faint shouting.

"Just ignore it," Osamu tells him as he continues on with his work, his phone left on the table with the ongoing call in the background.

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[tetsuukuroo]

I’m quitting the volleyball team prank

In which: you decide to pull a prank on your poor boys but they don't seem to catch on that it's a joke

Warning: Seijoh boys being seijoh boys, longer than I expected it to be...oops

Features: Aoba Johsai x manager!reader

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Navi | Hq m.list

just realised they're running in order of their jersey number

Seijoh adores you

Why?

Because it took them FOREVER to finally get a capable manager who didn't join the team just to flirt with Oikawa Tooru

So, obviously they would cherish you

But that didn't mean they didn't love messing with you

In fact, it was their favourite hobby to do other than volleyball

So, when you saw that you had the perfect chance to return the favour, you gladly took it

Unfortunately, for your part, it didn't turn out as expected

Fortunately, you enjoyed the outcome even more

"(F/n)-chan!" Oikawa exclaimed as the team took a water break.

You smiled at him as you waited expectantly for his hug, arms wrapping around you as he swung you around.

"You're so sweaty, Oikawa," you squealed before spraying him in the face with water from the bottle you were holding.

He lets out a screech as the other members of the team sighed in exasperation, not believing this was their captain when they weren't on the court.

"Watch out, (F/n), you might trip over the water again," Matsukawa teased causing you to huff at him, crossing your arms.

Hanamaki patted your back, "there there, dear manager," he says and you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Don't worry, you won't trip over it...you don't need anything for you to trip anyway," he finishes off and you scoff as you throw a towel at his face as he and a few others laughed.

"Iwa! They're being mean again," you pouted to the ace who sighs as he places his water bottle down.

"Don't worry," he says encouragingly, "you do trip over your own feet so technically he's wrong."

You let out an over-exaggerated gasp of offence as you pointed an accusing finger at him. "You're such a traitor, Iwaizumi!"

"It's true though, (F/n)-chan!" Oikawa says as he slings an arm around your shoulders. "But don't mind. We love you just the way you are, (F/n)-chan."

"Clumsy or not, we do," Kindaichi adds in with a small smile he hid behind his hand.

"Give her a break, guys," Watari speaks up and you just about cried as you hugged him for 'saving you' from these vultures you're a slave to. He almost felt too bad for the next teasing line he added in but not enough to hold himself back, knowing it was going to be taken light-heartedly. "Her clumsiness is cute."

"I'm not clumsy!" you whined as you turned to Kyotani hopefully.

Surely, he would back you up, right? Right?!

He looks at you as you blinked to him, a faint blush making its way onto his face as he noticed how adorable you looked when you pouted for help from all the teasing.

He avoided eye contact with you to try and avoid the blush from growing, placing a hand over his mouth causing a noise of surprise to escape from your lips at the absolute betrayal.

"No comment," you heard him mutter before walking away from you, leaving you with your jaw to the ground from pure shock.

You let out comical tears, dramatically feigning a faint from the 'hurt' you're experiencing.

"No one here appreciates me enough," you sigh, eyes closing as you placed your hand on your forehead.

From the silence you opened one eye only to see your boys smiling at you for your dramatics causing you to scoff before grabbing the towel from Kunimi and swinging it over your shoulder.

"Just get back to hitting those damn volleyballs you're obsessed with," they heard you grumble but could see the smile on your face as you walked towards the bench.

Practice continued on for another hour and when it was finally over, you did your usual job as manager, beginning to clean up everything as the boys took the time to cool off before making their way to the team club room.

While you were cleaning and all the boys had already made their way to the club room to get changed, your childhood friend, Ushijima Wakatoshi, arrived in the gym.

You almost dropped the pole for the net out of surprise when he suddenly appeared behind you but he quickly took hold of the top of it before it could hit you.

"Toshi? What're you doing here so early? You know how Oikawa would react when he sees you here," you say as he helped you gather your things.

He shrugs as he followed you, your bags in his hands as you placed the net and its poles into the storage room.

"I finished practice early and decided to walk you to my house. My mother is waiting for us and has already made dinner for tonight," he tells you, holding out your bag once you finish locking the storage room. "Besides, this allows me to tell Oikawa Tooru to move to Shiratorizawa and join our team instead."

You smiled at his usual antics but Ushijima genuinely did not understand what you found funny about the situation.

Although, before you could explain, both of you turned your attention towards the very person you were talking about, the Oikawa Tooru standing at the entrance of the gym, letting out a horrified screech beside Iwaizumi, Hanamaki and Matsukawa.

Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes as he crossed his arms, Hanamaki and Matsukawa quirked a brow while Oikawa glared menacingly. All of their stares directed at Ushijima standing with you.

You furrowed your brows, noticing the other three's reactions, surprised. You did expect Oikawa to react the way he did though, so that's cool.

But what you didn't know was that the group only heard the last bit of that sentence before they entered the gym.

"-to move to Shiratorizawa and join our team instead."

Oh, boy.

"That's low, Ushiwaka! That's real low!" Oikawa huffed as he marched towards you two.

"What?" both you and Ushijima asked in confusion, one being more obvious than the other.

The fact that Ushijima didn't seem to feel an ounce of shame from coming to their turf and trying to steal their manager, just pissed Oikawa off even more.

The others couldn't help but to also feel the same way.

"I get that I'm amazing and everything but just because I rejected your so-called offer, does not mean you can come here and steal our manager," Oikawa says as he pouts, his nose scrunching up in disgust. "Too bad you have to face another rejection but this time from our amazing (F/n)-chan."

"But (F/n) did not reject anything?" Ushijima states, "In fact, I'm here to collect her."

At those words, all four boys' eyes widen, Oikawa's smug smile wiping off his face as they all turn to you.

You nervously laugh and that causes them to panic.

"Yeah, he'll be walking me home since I'm staying over at his house tonight. But thanks for waiting up for me though," you say, holding back a laugh as you mess with them.

This is what they get for endlessly ganging up on the teasing for you.

"B-but (F/n)-chan!" Oikawa screeches as he clings onto your waist, comically sobbing.

"Are you being serious, (F/n)?" Iwaizumi asks you and you nod as you turn towards them.

"Yeah, my mom is best friends with Toshi's so we've basically known each other our whole lives," you explain brirefly, "My mom's actually thinking of getting the house right beside his since she wants to actually invest in our own home instead of renting one."

Okay, you had to admit you were pushing it at that point but what you did say was all true.

Plus, you never stated that you were moving schools or even quitting the team at all.

The moment you said those words, Oikawa's world just about imploded.

He was losing a teammate of his, his precious manager, you, to Ushijima Wakatoshi!

You watched their reactions and held back a laugh.

"Relax, 'Kawa," you tell them as you pat his back.

He looked to you hopefully, "so you're not going home with Ushiwaka," he spat his name with so much disdain.

"Oh no, I do have to go to his house, my mom's probably going to wonder why I kept him so late too," you say and Oikawa returns to glaring at your friend. "But don't worry, it's nothing."

"Anyway, we're gonna head out now, guys. See ya tomorrow!" you waved to them as you and Ushijima left together, the four boys watching with absolute horror on their faces.

You know, you really should have specified it was all a joke instead of being so vague.

It was a solid thirty seconds before anyone spoke.

"She's really leaving us?" Hanamaki asked out loud.

"Was it because of all the teasing? Is that why she's fine with moving?" Matsukawa pouted.

Iwaizumi furrowed his brows as he clenched his hands.

"No!" Oikawa announced confidently, rising to his feet with a determined look in his eyes. "We will not lose to Shiratorizawa! Not this time!"

The three rose a brow, waiting expectantly for his next words but Oikawa seemed to think that was enough to say.

He waited for them to agree with him but he was simply left with silence causing him to cry out from them not agreeing and just judging him.

"I thought we were all on the same page," he bawled out as Iwaizumi pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We were waiting to hear your plan, Shittykawa," he mutters and instantly Oikawa sprung back up.

"We need to convince (F/n)-chan to stay as our manager! And once she's convinced, we can help her convince her mom to let her stay here and not Shiratorizawa," Oikawa spat out the opposing school name begrudgingly.

"And how do you plan to do all that?" Hanamaki asks him.

"With everyone from the team helping out," he simply replies before immediately texting in a separate group chat the team made when they planned a surprise party for you, calling a last minute team meeting at the ramen place close by.

Luckily for him, everyone was close by or still waiting for one another to finish up before they saw the text.

Within fifteen minutes the team had a late dinner in front of them as they waited expectantly for Oikawa to get on with the 'emergency family meeting' he called on the last minute on Friday night.

"Why'd you call an 'emergency family meeting'?" Kindaichi asked, using air quotes.

"And why's (F/n) not here? How come she gets to miss out on this?" Kyotani asks grumpily, obviously just wanting to get home and sleep away the school week he just went through.

"This is about (F/n)," Oikawa starts off, a serious tone exuding his words.

The rest of the team actually pays attention from how their captain was acting. He's only been like this on the court or on the rarest occasions. Not to mention, he was genuinely concerned about a situation you were in.

"What's wrong? Did something go wrong when she was putting the nets away?" Watari asks worriedly as he sits up.

"No, she's safe," Iwaizumi says from beside Oikawa and everyone collectively let out relieved sighs.

"Then what's wrong with (F/n)-senpai?" Kunimi asks.

"Ushiwaka," Oikawa says with a glare. "He came by the gym earlier. We heard him asking her to move to Shiratorizawa and to become their manager instead. Then she told us about how close their families are and how her mom wants her to move closer to Ushiwaka and to Shiratorizawa. He walked her home afterwards."

"What?!" the others exclaimed.

"Technically, he walked her to his home," Matsukawa corrected only causing another uproar.

Everyone was panicking at the thought of you moving until Yahaba asked another question.

"Did (F/n)-san really say she's moving?"

Oikawa and the other three exchanged glances, "she didn't deny what Ushiwaka said. We even asked her and she still didn't."

"It's 'cause of how we keep teasing her isn't it? Otherwise, she would've fought harder to stay with us. Or at least tell us so we could help out right?"

"We messed up," Kindaichi groaned as he banged his head on the table.

"That's why we need to work hard now," Iwaizumi says calmly and confidently. "We need to convince her that Aoba Johsai is where she should stay. And that Shiratorizawa isn't better than us when it comes to being a team."

"So, starting Monday, we help her out even more. We tease her less. We do everything we can to let her have the best time at Aoba Johsai," Oikawa instructs and everyone unanimously nods their heads in agreement, not a single person opposed to the idea.

"Let's do this, Seijoh!"

"Yeah!"

Monday morning was, unknowingly to you, the start of the boys doubling your confusion every time they do anything

At first, you were gladly enjoying them help you out with everything

You honestly didn't know where their sudden helpfulness came from but you weren't going to complain

You did, however, miss the banter you would have with them

Whenever one of them would begin to tease you, another person would scold them before they suddenly remember something before they apologise

It wasn't until Thursday that you decided enough was enough when they did all your manager work leaving you with nothing to do for the full two hours of practice

You slid open the door to the gym, taking out the keys for the storage room in your bag only to see the entire gym ready to go with the equipment for practice today.

All the nets were set up, the volleyball trolleys were placed where they should be, towels and bottles were also already prepared.

"Hey, (F/n)-chan!" Oikawa waves at you as the team were gathered by the benches waiting for you to arrive alongside the coaches.

"Uh, hey guys," you greet in confusion, slowly walking towards the group.

"Wow, (F/n), well done on setting up so quickly," Coach Irihata says approvingly.

"Actually-"

"That our (F/n)-chan, the best manager we could ask for," Oikawa butts in and you turn to him in pure confusion before noticing the other boys agreeing too.

"She even had our bottles filled and the towels prepped," Hanamaki adds in and you stare at him, blinking once, twice.

The two coaches nod their head proudly before turning to you once more, "do you happen to have the notes we asked you about from the previous match?"

You quickly focus back to your coaches, ignoring your teammates odd behaviours, "uh, yes, they're up in the club room. I'll go-"

"We can go get them for you, (F/n)-senpai," Yahaba speaks up as he nudges Kyotani beside him who lets out a gruff while nodding his head.

"But-" you couldn't even interject since they already ran off.

You glance at the coaches who also seem to have a bit of confusion from the whole scene.

"I'm not the only one tripping right?" you whisper to the two coaches.

They turn to face you and briefly look at the team, a smile growing on their faces as they shook their head in amusement.

"Just a regular day at practice," Coach Mizoguchi dismisses amusingly as he and Coach Irihata exchange knowing smiles.

You watch after the two coaches in pure bewilderment.

"What?" you ask yourself out loud before turning towards Oikawa and the others.

They held back laughs from your reaction, knowing that they shouldn't tease you right now.

"Oikawa Tooru," you call out and he jumps at the sound of his full name. "Care to explain what the hell is going on?"

He shrugs, glancing to his friends for a moment, "we just thought, we'd help you around."

That didn't help your scepticism, not one bit. In fact, this whole week you thought they're nice deeds would come with a catch and so far not a single one has been brought up.

"What?!" you ask again.

"(F/n)-senpai, we have your notes," Yahaba calls out as he waves the book in the air, Kyotani by his side.

You thank them as you take the book and glance at everyone suspiciously.

"Why're you all acting so weird?" you ask them with narrowed eyes.

You could see some of them tense while others' eyes widened.

Iwaizumi cleared his throat, "what do you mean by that?"

You roll your eyes, "yeah, yeah, whatever. But I've got my eyes on you all."

They could hear you mutter to yourself as you walked towards the coaches with your notes on hand.

Practice continued on as normal after that.

The boys doing mini practice matches against one another as you took more notes on their progress seeing as all your work was done.

They even washed and dried the bibs!

You also noticed how they'd work even harder to make sure the ball was going in the opposite direction from you at all times.

Which you did appreciate very much but come on! Just a few weeks ago, Hanamaki and Matsukawa were playing a game of flinch with you.

When it came time to go home was when you had enough.

The boys were exhausted and they also were excited to just go home and rest.

So, you decided to hurry up with the cleaning thinking that they'll finally let you do your job.

The moment they saw you reach for their towels to put into the basket, they all snapped. They started rushing around to work together and put everything away.

Watari smiled at you, "thanks, (Y/n)-senpai!"

You blinked after you saw him quickly rush away, only realising he took the basket from you and started to grab all the towels to put them in.

You were left standing in the middle of the gym as they worked together.

Oikawa was helping direct Kunimi and Kindaichi as they put the nets away. Iwaizumi, Hanamaki and Matsukawa were busy gathering the bibs, Watari and Yahaba went off to put the towels into the washing machine while Kyotani brought the rack of empty water bottles where they belong.

"Alright! Stop, all of you just stop," you call out and everyone froze on the spot.

"What the hell is going on?" you ask once more. "And don't say this is normal."

Oikawa was, of course, the first to break the silence as he clung onto your waist all of a sudden as he cried, "don't leave us, (F/n)-chan!"

"What?" you ask even more confused.

"We heard that you might be moving to Shiratorizawa," Kindaichi speaks up and you look around to see everyone avoiding eye contact with you.

"Wait, what? I thought I already told you-"

"(F/n)?" Oikawa's grip on you tightens as he glares at Ushijima knocking on the gym doors.

"Back off, Ushiwaka! She's our manager, not yours," Oikawa yells and everyone else on the team takes a step towards Ushijima, staring at him coldly.

Ushijima blinks, once, twice, then speaks up, "I know that."

Oikawa lets out an offended scoff but turns to you as you giggle at his reaction.

"(F/n)-chan," he whines.

"Oikawa," you retort, patting his shoulder to tell him to stand up which he does reluctantly.

"I thought I told you it was just a joke and to relax about it," you say to him.

Everyone looks at you before letting out a simultaneous exclamation.

"You told us she said she was serious!"

"What the hell!"

"B-but, you said you were moving, and that you were going home with him," Hanamaki says and you roll your eyes with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm moving house and I had a sleepover at the Ushijima's place. But you do realise that I can still go to school here right?" you ask them amusingly.

"Why'd you joke around like that," Oikawa asks with comical tears.

"I thought it was a good way to tease you guys after you kept calling me clumsy," you shrug.

"But you are," they all say together.

You deadpan at them before turning around to grab Ushijima's arm, "come on, Toshi. Maybe I will go to Shiratorizawa."

"No wait!"

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When you fall asleep on someone else

In which: you unknowingly snuggle up to someone who isn't your boyfriend while he watches.

Warning: jealous boys (watch out they're hot)

Pairings: Kageyama x reader, Ushijima x reader

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Note: this has been in my WIPs for the LONGEST time and idk why it took me so long to write it out >-<

Kageyama

The team was having a game night at your guys’ shared apartment.

The Adlers were celebrating going off season and having some time off for the night after their win.

You were helping Tobio prepare for the night so you’ve been busy cooking and cleaning the house with him right after getting out of work.

Now, bby Tobio didn’t notice that you were so tired because he was equally as tired as you.

But he had already volunteered to have game night at yours so there was no backing out now.

You guys were in the middle of playing the longest possibly board game to play; Monopoly, when you started to feel sleep overcome you.

You honestly did try your best to stay awake but you just wanted to snuggle with your boyfriend and turn in for the night.

So, your boyfriend is just enjoying his time with his friends and next thing he knows, he sees you snuggling up to Ushijima and fall asleep.

He is GRUMPY grumpy.

Pouts and won’t co-operate with his friend even tho Ushi didn’t do anything.

Just keeps pouting and grumbling every time it’s Ushijima’s turn because the audacity???

Eventually he does get sick of watching you snuggle into the ace.

Specifically when you got REALLY comfortable.

He snatched you up real quick

Ma’am he is cuddling you while glaring at poor Ushi

Send him some help

“Oi! Don’t think you’re being sneaky,” Hoshiumi gives out as he catches Hirugami sneak a few extra pieces of Monopoly money into his stash.

You chuckle at the repartee happening before you as you snuggle into your boyfriend's arm.

He smiles down at you as he holds you closer to him causing you to sigh happily.

"My turn!" you say as you pick up the dice in your hands. You roll the dice and smile in victory as you roll a nine.

"five, six, seven, eight, nine!" you say happily before you turn to Hirugami with a grin. "Banker, I believe thats another 200 for me."

The boys grumble at your mini victory, watching as you happily add the new set of money to your ever growing stash.

The game continued on for another hour and a half and you started to grow bored. There was the usual banter between the team but you found yourself growing tired and struggling to fight back a yawn as you snuggle up to your boyfriend more and more.

Kageyama noticed youre drowsiness the more you snuggled up to him and he decided to make you as comfortable as possible. He would let you lean on him and wrap his arm around you so you could lay your head on his side. He would even offer to roll the dice at your turn which you were grateful for.

It wasn't until you finally admitted defeat to sleep that you unspokenly revoked your part in the game.

The boys continued on with the game, knowing to be a lot quieter since you fell asleep on Kageyama.

They decided to call it a night once one more person reaches the start all over again.

It was at this point where Kageyama found himself getting uncomfortable. Not from you sleeping on him, but from the fact that he really needed to go to the bathroom.

So, he decided to carefully sit you up on the couch. Once he deemed you stable enough to stay sitting up, he ran straight for the bathroom.

Unfortunately for him, while he was gone you slumped over in your sleep, your head falling on the empty space he left behind causing you to momentarily wake up.

The team doesn't notice as they were grumpily too invested in getting the game to end, so when you sleepily sat up and leaned on the opposite side they didn't take notice.

That is, everyone except Ushijima who sat on your other side.

He noticed you had moved closer to him and figured you were getting uncomfortable from your sitting position before he focused back on the game.

By this time, Kageyama returned from the bathroom and went to go sit back down beside you. However, the moment he sat down, the shift of weight on the couch caused you to slump even more towards Ushijima, ultimately resulting in you resting on him.

In your sleep, you unconsciously snuggled into Ushijima's warmth, thinking it was your boyfriend's because who else would you be sitting next?

Kageyama turned towards you to get you to lean on him once more, thinking that your neck would ache from the sitting position you were in only to freeze when he took in the scene in front of him.

There on his couch, Ushijima sat with you snuggling into him as you slept.

Kageyama frowned at the scene as Ushijima looked down at you in surprise.

The ace looked from you to Kageyama in confusion, not knowing why you were cuddling into him instead of your boyfriend but seeing as Kageyama wasn't doing anything of it, he figured Kageyama was fine with it. Which just confused him even more because??? you Kageyama's girlfriend??? Not his???

Kageyama just stared at the ace intensely as they didn't break eye contact. Both with expectantly waiting glances. One expecting for you to be removed from them while the other was expecting for you to be given to him gently.

smh these two boys and communication i cant-

They didn't break eye contact until they heard you sigh in your sleep as you snuggled even more into Ushijima's sleeve causing Ushijima to look down at you and to shrug before laying back in the couch comfortably.

Meanwhile, Kageyama couldn't believe the audacity.

Excuse me??? that's my girlfriend???

He found himself looking back at you and Ushijima every five seconds, his leg shaking as the game continued.

Whenever it was Ushijima's turn to roll the dice, Kageyama would roll his eyes as the ace would carefully reach out for the dice trying not to wake you up in the process before returning back to his place comfortably.

He would scoff when Ushijima would hand him money when he would land on one of Kageyama's property.

Then when he would land on of Ushijima's property? Oh boy, would he be saltyyy.

He'd grumble under his breath as he hands his money to Ushijima.

He couldn't wait for the team to leave so he could cuddle with you after watching you sleep on Ushijima's side like that.

"Hell yeah! I win!" Hirugami cheered as he stuck out his tongue to Hoshiumi who only started arguing with him.

Kageyama couldn't have been more happy to see Hirugami reach the start square than he was now because the moment the piece landed on the square, he turned towards you, still asleep on Ushijima.

He picked you up carefully but quickly while he and Ushijima stared at one another. Not one of them breaking eye contact.

One basically saying 'I win!' while the other was of pure confusion.

Ushijima

You two don't usually get yourself into arguments

You were someone who was more outwardly spoken and would gladly tell Ushijima if you ever had a problem or if you felt bothered

And Ushijima may be more reserved but he was blunt, he would be upfront if something annoyed him

But this one time, you both couldn't seem to reach an agreement which led to you two giving one another the silent treatment

The team noticed right away the tension between you both

As manager of Shiratorizawa, you pride yourself in being known to be there for your team

You would coo at the first years when they'd nervously ask you for help as their senpai

You would give the second years encouraging words of affirmation

You would back up the third years with solid advice

So, when you ignored Ushijima during practice and he did the same with you, the team noticed straight away

It was kinda hard not to when a literal snow storm blew its way into the gym the moment you gave him the cold shoulder

Tendou, as Ushijima's best friend and wingman, decided to take things into his own hands and called for an 'essential team sleepover' in order to have some 'much needed team bonding'

And, well, Tendou's plan did work in some way

But at the cost of another's life 😔

Rip Goshiki bby

Rip

The team watched as you helped Goshiki wrap tape around his fingers during their break. Your back was very obviously turned away from your boyfriend who also had his back turned to you as he sat on the bench drinking his water.

The more poor first year bby was practically having a heart attack from being in the middle of this fight. Someone pls help him.

The team badly wanted you two to start talking to one another again. They hated seeing you two so upset with each other and they loathed the tension in the air.

"(F/n)," Ushijima spoke and everyone tensed, "you didn't fold the bibs right."

Goshiki died on the spot.

Lightning struck and when you replied the team became desperate to fix things.

"Do you hear something, Goshiki?" you asked, choosing to still ignore your boyfriend.

Tendou let out a low whistle and interjected before Ushijima could say anything to further provoke you. and to further kill the poor first year.

"You know what we haven't had in a long time? A team bonding session," Tendou asked rhetorically out loud, not giving anyone a chance to speak at all her continues before clapping his hand, settling the final plans without any room for discussion. "Sleepover in Ushijima and my dorms. Everyone has to go, including you (F/n)-chan!"

Before you could interject, Tendou walked away as coach Washijo told the boys to finish practice with five laps outside before leaving.

You sighed as you started to clean up the gym before saying your goodbyes to the coaches.

You found yourself not wanting to attend the sleepover that was spontaneously planned

Not just because of your fight with your boyfriend but also because you were exhausted

You had stayed up all night the night before for a test and had to help out at practice as usual

You also didn't feel like being in the mood to socialise with the team and try to avoid the topic of argument between you and Ushijima

You just wanted to go to bed early and hope you could talk it out the next day

But then Tendou burst through your dorm room, lifted you over his shoulder and carried you back to his and Ushijima's dorm for the sleepover

So, yeah. Here you are now

Half-awake, half-asleep at a team sleepover with your boyfriend still refusing to look at you wearing a pout on his face when he would accidentally look at you

“How about we watch a movie?” Tendou brings up after everyone gathered around in the room.

He looked at you all sitting in front of him, some on the floor, others on either his or Ushijima’s bed.

He took the group silence as “please just start the movie before they kill each other”.

He placed in a horror movie thinking it could be that time where you would cuddle into your boyfriend, scared out of your wits and Ushijima would come in and be the knight in shining armour for you.

But boy was he wrong.

In fact, it just led to Ushijima getting grumpier because twenty minutes in, you were fast asleep, leaning on your boyfriend as you both sat on his bed.

Ushijima wouldn’t normally act so petty about this situation but this was just a one time thing.

He wanted to stay mad at you for the argument.

So, he gently pushed you off him.

Obviously, this led to you waking up for a moment before laying back down on your boyfriend only to end up groaning as you glared at him sleepily after he gently pushed you off him.

“Toshi, I’m tired,” you mumbled as to not bother everyone else watching the movie. You glanced at Goshiki who was trying to block his eyes from the movie beside you and the other first years who were trying to not show how scared they were.

“Then sleep, (F/n),” he tells you simply and you roll your eyes before laying back down but this time with your head on his lap.

Ushijima was about to start combing his fingers through your hair until he remembered that he had to be mad at you so he once again gently pushed you off him.

This time you let out a loud groan of annoyance before turning away from your petty af boyfriend and laid your head on Goshiki’s lap who practically screamed when he felt you touch him. His attention was solely on the film and the poor boy was on edge.

This led to everyone looking at him only to find him covering his eyes with you asleep on his lap.

Tendou and Semi face palmed as Shirabu smacked Goshiki’s head, pointing at you so that he would shut up.

When he spotted you, Goshiki’s eyes widened before he forced himself to take a deep breath in then out to calm himself down so he wouldn’t disturb you.

He fiddled with the ends of your hair to help him stop shaking as he kept his eyes on the screen.

Although, Ushijima kept his eyes on you two.

And he fricking pouted.

He didn’t want this!

He wanted you to whine at him and then apologise but noooo now you were with Goshiki.

He narrowed his eyes into a glare whenever he’d notice the first year getting scared causing his fiddling with your hair to hasten before calming back down once he was no longer scared.

Tendou nudged Semi and Reon as he noticed the abnormal amount of times your boyfriend glared at the poor boy who idolised him.

It was a painful thirty or so minutes for the star ace before Goshiki was told to get drinks and snacks with the other first and second years for the group.

The moment Goshiki was told to leave, Ushijima quickly lifted your head, shifting you to lay down on him instead as he fixed both of your positions so you were both comfortable.

You briefly stirred in your sleep, feeling him move you as you groaned, “Toshi.”

“You still owe me an apology,” he tells you.

“Then I’m gonna keep cuddling Goshiki while you wai-“

“Stop giving him so much attention,” he murmurs in your ear and you wrap your arms around his torso.

“I’m his manager. The poor boy only wants you to praise him but since you didn’t, I did.”

Ushijima let’s out a huff of annoyance as you two continue to murmur silently between yourselves. You still closing your eyes in hopes of getting some sleep now that he was cuddling you.

Meanwhile, Tendou and the other third years looked at you two in disbelief.

“They were fighting because he got jealous of Goshiki?” Semi asked out in disbelief before Tendou stifled a laugh.

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ANNOUNCEMENT

My account is finally back to normal (if it’s not please tell me cuz I’m so done with this 😭) so I’ll be posting again.

I have so many things I planned on posting and I’m glad to finally be able to start writing them again.