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My love for Tsumu and Samu is so big i cant 😭

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miya atsumu x f!reader

the miya twins help you dye your hair — and nearly kill each other in the process.

part fifteen of the in close quarters series, a friends-to-lovers college AU featuring you, atsumu, and the ten months you spend living together senior year.

The idea came to you on a Friday night.

You were editing your final paper for your world lit class, limbs splayed across your bed. Music thrumming from your laptop. The door to your and Atsumu's shared bathroom was wide open, the setter absentmindedly singing along to Katseye's Gabriela as he applied a generous layer of bleach to his roots.

"What?" he asked when you shot him a sideways glance through the doorway. "Why are ya starin' at me like that? I only know the words to this song 'cause ya play it 24/7!"

"No, it's not that," you laughed, although you were amused by how easily Atsumu had adopted your music taste as of late. "It's just...I don't think I've ever seen you dye your hair before, is all."

"...oh. Really?" He furrowed his brow, eyes trained on his reflection as he worked the bleach into his hair with the applicator brush. "Feels like I do it all the time at this point."

You lowered your laptop screen and watched him work, gaze following each easy, practiced swipe of the brush across his hair. He was surprisingly attractive like that — what with his black latex gloves, the concentrated expression on his face. Either that, or the bleach fumes were sufficiently getting to your head.

After a long moment, you asked, "When did you start dyeing your hair? Was it in high school?"

"Yeah," he replied, using his brush to pick up some more product from the bowl he'd mixed just minutes before. "At first, I did it just so people would quit mistakin' me for Samu."

"Really? You two are so different, though,” you said amusedly. "I can't imagine anyone having a hard time telling you two apart."

"Yeah, well, everyone did at some point. Our teachers, our teammates. It was only when girls started comin' up to me thinkin' I was 'the nicer, quieter one' that I really got pissed off."

You snorted. "You are a lot rowdier compared to Osamu."

"That don't mean I'm any less nice!" he retorted. "Anyways, I got so fed up with correctin' people that I bleached my hair one night and never went back. Samu even went grey for a while."

"I can only imagine what your mom thought at first."

"Oh, she was mortified," Atsumu chuckled. "She was convinced the bleach would seep through to our brains. Which, it probably did, but I think we turned out okay.”

A small smile flickered across your lips.

"So now that you and Osamu are in two completely different places, would you ever go back to your natural hair color?"

Atsumu's nose scrunched at the thought. "Nah. Don't get me wrong, it looks great on him, but...it just doesn't really feel like me anymore, ya know?"

"That makes sense," you hummed in agreement. "I can't imagine you with any other hair color."

"Right? I dunno, it gives me a confidence boost," he said, briefly checking himself out in the mirror. "Makes me feel like hot shit."

"You see, it's sentences like that that make me wonder why anyone would ever mistake you for your brother," you drawled, returning to your essay with a humored look on your face.

Katseye continued to sing in the background as Atsumu asked, "Have ya ever thought about dyein' yer hair?"

"A couple times," you admitted, scrolling through your essay and changing a word here and there. "The most I would ever do is bleach the ends, but...I don't think I could pull it off."

"Bullshit," Atsumu scoffed. "Anyone can pull off anythin' with the right attitude."

You pursed your lips to one side as Atsumu set a timer on his phone for thirty minutes and began clearing off the bathroom counter. Fingers combing through your overgrown hair, you realized just how long it had been since you'd done anything remotely interesting with it. You'd made your fair share of spontaneous decisions over the years — quarantine bangs and drastic post-breakup cuts included — but never bleach.

"Huh?" Atsumu balked, making sure he’d heard your question correctly. "Ya want me to dye yer hair? Now?”

"Why not?" You shrugged. "It would just be the ends. And if it turns out really shitty, we can always just chop it off."

"I dunno, babe. Ya sure yer parents would want ya to have bleach blonde tips in yer graduation photos?"

"Sure." You rolled your eyes. "'Cause between dancing in skimpy skirts and dating my roommate, bleaching my hair is somehow the most offensive to my parents."

At that, the tips of Atsumu's ears turned bright red.

"Ya know, I think the only reason ya get away with so much is because ya make such good grades."

You smiled sweetly and said, "It's called give and take, baby."

That's how you ended up here. Atsumu's towel thrown over your shoulders. Desk chair squeezed between the sink and the bathtub. A bottle of 30-volume developer staring back at you. Atsumu had even asked his brother to bring over a roll of tin foil after his shift at the restaurant, Osamu eyeing your makeshift salon with about as much judgement as one might imagine.

"Ya sure ya trust him not to fry yer hair off?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest as he stood in the threshold to the bathroom.

"Would ya shut it, jackass?" Atsumu shot back, furiously mixing the bleach powder in with the developer. "This was her idea."

"It was," you admitted from the desk chair. "Spontaneous senior year decisions, am I right?"

Osamu merely shook his head, squeezing himself into the cramped bathroom and perching himself on the lip of the bathtub. "Ya really are made for each other."

The plan was simple: backcomb the ends of your hair. Apply the bleach in even sections. Set a timer for each strand to ensure minimal damage. Atsumu had watched all of two TikToks in preparation for this, and yet you were surprisingly trusting in his ability to not fuck up your hair. It felt nice. Reassuring, even.

He wished he could say the same for his twin brother.

Gently brushing the bleach mixture into the first strand of hair, Atsumu cut Osamu a glare and tsked in annoyance.

"Would ya quit breathin' down my neck? I can't concentrate."

"What? Ya made me drive all the way across town for this — the least I can do is make sure ya don't botch it," Osamu quipped, observing Atsumu's every move like Gordon Ramsay on an episode of Hell's Kitchen.

"Make sure ya work it in evenly so it's not patchy," Osamu interjected, gesturing to a spot his brother had missed.

You swore you saw Atsumu's jaw feather in the mirror.

"I know how to bleach hair, jackass."

Once Atsumu finished the first section, he grabbed a square of tin foil from the pile you'd pre-cut and began folding it into your hair. From the bathtub, you could feel Osamu seething in frustration.

"Yer technique is horrible," the chef managed through bared teeth, swatting Atsumu's hand away so he could do it himself. "Yer crumplin' the foil like it's a fuckin' fast food wrapper!"

"Would ya get off my back? Not all of us spend a million hours a day foldin' rice into seaweed!"

"At least I know how to make rice, ya dumbass!"

Soon enough, the argument devolved into a full-blown debate over who could dye your hair better. They passed the applicator brush back and forth, comparing techniques, scolding each other any chance they got. All the while, you couldn't help but laugh at how competitive they'd become. Was this what they were like back in high school? Constantly bickering? Pushing each other to be better?

"Why ya gigglin' down there?" Osamu murmured, feathering the bleach into your hair with surgical precision.

"Ya think this is funny?" Atsumu echoed, folding the tin foil into your hair like it was an Olympic sport.

"Sorry, it's just..." you stifled your laugh as Atsumu fumbled with the timers on his phone. "I can see why people got you two mixed up now. You both are huge perfectionists."

Osamu merely blinked back at your observation. Atsumu, on the other hand, looked downright appalled.

"Perfectionists," Atsumu scoffed in disbelief, snatching the brush away from his brother so he could finish the last section of your hair. "At least I don't alphabetize my spice rack."

Osamu drawled, "Says the setter who called me trash for not hittin' his spikes with 100% accuracy."

Atsumu elbowed his brother square in the gut.

Once it was time to rinse out your hair, you kicked them both out of the bathroom and locked the door, the shower loud enough to drown out the sounds of their verbal sparring. In the living room, Atsumu and Osamu sat on opposite ends of your couch like two toddlers put in a timeout.

"Wanna play Super Smash Bros?" Atsumu asked after a long minute, jutting his chin towards the Nintendo Switch on the console. "Loser owes the other dinner."

Osamu's jaw ticked at the challenge. "Yer on."

On screen, Captain Falcon and Ike battled it out in Pokémon Stadium, the orchestral swell of the background music outcompeting the sound of the shower running across the apartment.

"How are things goin' between the two of ya?" Osamu asked, thumbs flying across the controller with ease.

"Good. We've both been pretty busy, honestly," Atsumu admitted. "Haven't had much time for a date night."

Osamu hummed. "Have ya asked her to be yer girlfriend yet?"

Atsumu winced as Ike sent Captain Falcon flying across the arena with a single blow to the chest.

"No. I haven't."

"And why not?" Osamu drawled, eyes never leaving the screen as he maintained his offensive stance. "Don't ya want her to be?"

"Of course I want her to be," Atsumu grumbled, flailing with the controller as his damage increased by the second. "I'm just...waitin' for the right moment to ask her. She's been so stressed out with finals and job applications, it just doesn't feel right to pile somethin' else on her plate."

A scoff escaped Osamu's lips. "Yer not puttin' a task on her to-do list, Tsumu.”

"Sure, but it's a big decision!" Atsumu argued. "I dunno. The last time I got into a relationship, I feel like I pressured us into makin' things official 'cause I was so damn insecure. I don't wanna do that with Y/N."

Osamu considered his brother's words, the rare earnestness behind them.

"She's the real deal for ya, isn't she?"

Atsumu faltered just enough for Ike to land one final blow, Captain Falcon flying off the screen in a blaze of unadulterated defeat. "Game!" the announcer boomed.

Osamu smirked as Atsumu dropped the controller into his lap and sighed.

"Yeah," he mumbled miserably, not even caring that he'd lost. "Yeah, she is."

Osamu chuckled. "Well, don't keep her waitin' too long. Else she might start gettin' the wrong idea."

"I won't," Atsumu promised. "Now stop makin' me admit all this sappy shit and play me again. Best two outta three."

You emerged from the bathroom forty minutes later, having toned, deep conditioned, blow-dried, and curled your new hair for good measure. The twins did a double-take as you entered the living room, a stunned expression on both of their faces as you ran your fingers through your long locks and held your hands out expectantly.

"So? What do we think?"

"I..." Atsumu stammered, blinking back at the way your hair tumbled past your shoulders. You looked like a Revlon commercial come to life. Were they responsible for that?

"...I didn't know ya had a curlin' iron," he finished dumbly.

"Turned out better than I expected," Osamu drawled, a smirk toying on his lips as he leaned back against the couch cushions to admire your new look. "The ashy blonde suits ya. Really brings out yer eyes."

At that, Atsumu shot his brother a glare.

"Would ya quit flirtin' with her?"

"What? She looks good!" Osamu exclaimed, gesturing towards you.

"Well, I have the two of you to thank for that," you laughed, smiling at their handiwork beneath the warm lights of your apartment. The bleached tips blended in seamlessly with your natural hair, the color soft. Subtle. Lifted just enough to keep things interesting.

"I love it," you admitted after a while. "Thank you."

The sincerity in your voice had them blushing identical shades of red. Perhaps they were more similar than you'd initially thought.

"Yeah, well, it wouldn't have turned out like that if it weren't for me," Osamu murmured.

"Excuse me?" Atsumu balked. "Ya haven't dyed yer hair in over four years!"

You merely rolled your eyes and went back into your bedroom, making a mental note to treat them both to ice cream once they'd stopped bickering.

It would be another forty minutes before you ushered them out the front door.

a/n: next chapter is an angsty one, y'all. i'm equal parts excited and nervous. 🫢

@miyasmagnolias, 2025

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𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋆｡𖦹

miya atsumu x f!reader

when you get rejected from your dream job, you do everything in your power not to tell atsumu right away. too bad he can read you like an open book.

part fourteen of the in close quarters series, a friends-to-lovers college AU featuring you, atsumu, and the ten months you spend living together senior year.

The email arrived in your inbox first thing Monday morning.

Dear Y/N, it read. Thank you again for taking the time to interview with us for the Summer Editorial Fellowship at Pastiche. We deeply appreciate the thoughtfulness, creativity, and insight you brought to every stage of the application process.

After careful consideration of all final-round candidates, we regret to inform you that we will not be moving forward with your application at this time.

You reread that last sentence. Once. Twice for good measure. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and skimmed the rest of the email — something about this cycle being 'extremely competitive' and how they 'sincerely hoped' you'd apply again next year.

It didn't stop the sharp pang of defeat now twisting into your stomach.

You had spent the past several weeks knee-deep in the interview process for Pastiche, their coveted fellowship a top opportunity for graduates looking to work in the magazine industry. Alumni of the program called it a golden ticket, a guaranteed foot in the door. It was a miracle you'd gotten an interview with them at all.

Still, you couldn't help but feel stupid for all those hours you'd spent researching the publication, perfecting your sample writing assignment. You'd even forced Atsumu to ask you interview questions until he'd fallen asleep on the couch.

"They'd be stupid not to want ya, babe," he'd mumbled when you tried to shake him awake. "Yer practically a shoe-in."

His words now filled you with shame as you dragged yourself out of bed and forced yourself to get ready.

Forty minutes later, the door to your go-to diner spot jingled open as a sweaty, post-run Atsumu made a beeline for your table.

"Babe babe babe," he said, clamoring into his seat and nearly knocking over the cup of coffee you'd ordered for him. "Guess who I just got off the phone with!"

"Uh...Vin Diesel called and asked for his tank top back?" you teased. A flicker of confusion crossed Atsumu's face.

"What? No.” He blushed as you openly admired his exposed biceps from across the table. "That was my coach. Apparently, a recruiter from the MSBY Black Jackals will be comin' to tonight's game. Said she’s interested in watchin' me and Sakusa play!”

"What?! Tsumu, that's amazing!" you exclaimed, reaching for his hand across the table and squeezing it tightly. "That's, like, your dream team!”

"I know! Coach says we might even get to meet her afterwards.” He took a swig of his coffee like it was a shot of whiskey. “I'm actually shittin' bricks right now, I’m so nervous.”

"You're gonna do great."

"How's my hair look?"

"Your roots are showing a little."

"Shit. I knew I should've touched ‘em up over the weekend — I'ma look like a fuckin' idiot out there!"

"Tsumu," you laughed. "I doubt they'll care about that. They're gonna take one look at your incredible sets and immediately sign you on."

"I hope so," he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've only had their posters tacked up on my wall since grade school."

You were so excited for him that you almost forgot about the email you'd received earlier that day. Almost.

In fact, as the waiter topped off your coffees and took your order, you found yourself shoving the news down until it became a dull, numbing pain in the back of your mind. You didn't need to dampen the mood with your job rejection. If anything, you wanted Atsumu to be 100% focused on his game tonight. You would tell him later. Definitely later.

That didn't mean it was easy to hide, though.

"Ya okay?" he asked you halfway through breakfast. You flinched beneath his brown-eyed stare. The suspicion behind it.

"Yeah! Why wouldn't I be?"

"I dunno,” he said behind a mouthful of scrambled eggs. “Ya seem a lil' out of it, is all."

"I'm just tired. I didn't get very good sleep last night," you fibbed, helping yourself to one of his home fries. Atsumu shook his head.

"Ya can't push yerself too hard, babe," he argued, shoveling several more onto your plate. "How many hours did ya get last night?"

"I dunno. Four? Five?" At Atsumu's disapproving stare, you said, "I’m not a D1 athlete with an annoyingly healthy sleep schedule, okay? I'll go into hibernation once the semester is over.”

"Yeah, if yer not dead by then," he retorted. You shot him an offended glare. "Look, babe. I know yer busy tryin' to find a job and finish yer thesis, but I don't want yer health to suffer. It ain't worth it."

"Fine. I’ll go to sleep early tonight," you conceded. You folded your arms across your chest and frowned. "Were you always this preachy?"

"Were ya always this hard-headed?"

You stabbed a potato with your fork. “Touché."

The day chugged onward at a glacial pace. You attended office hours with your TA to review the final draft of your thesis. You scrolled through LinkedIn, each new job announcement from your classmates making you feel progressively worse about yourself. You even tried reading your new romance novel, but even Emily Henry's whip-smart prose couldn't distract you from the sinking feeling that you had failed.

By the time Atsumu's game rolled around, you didn't know whether to feel disappointed or grateful that Osamu and Suna couldn't make it. The crowd roared as you slid into your seat in the student section of the stadium, Atsumu's old jersey swallowing you whole as you propped your feet up on the seat in front of you and tried to focus on the match.

As always, Atsumu was electric. Your eyes never left him as he set to each player with mathematical precision, dug for each ball like his life depended on it. And, in a way, it did.

Here he was, pouring his heart out onto the court for a recruiter who could very well change his life.

All the while, you couldn't even secure a measly job offer.

The thought was quick. Involuntary. You blinked back at the way it stung your subconscious. Unraveled into something uglier.

Did you seriously think you had a chance at that fellowship? you chided yourself. All you're good for is writing glorified smut. You know it. Your professors know it. Hell, maybe Atsumu knows it, too.

Your throat tightened, fingernails digging into your palms as you tried stuffing the thoughts down. They only grew louder.

He's going to outgrow you, you know. You won't see a trace of him once he signs on with that team. By this time next year, you'll have become a distant memory to him. An old roommate. A momentary fling.

A footnote in the grand story of his life.

The buzzer broke through your thoughts, jolting you back into reality. Your team had won, 35-33 in the third set. Atsumu had invited you to post-game drinks regardless of the outcome, but as the crowd fractured into a thousand tiny pieces, all you could think about was crawling into bed.

Not feeling too well! Going straight home after the game, you texted him. PLEASE lmk how the meetup with the recruiter goes.

Then: Great game today. I'm so proud of you.

You added a pink heart emoji and hit send.

Meanwhile, Atsumu felt the entire court burst into motion around him. A towel was thrown around his shoulders, a branded water bottle shoved into his hand. He searched the crowd of dispersing fans, hoping to find you. But his coach was already pulling him and Sakusa back through the stadium tunnel.

Their introduction with the MSBY recruiter went well enough. She asked about their backgrounds, the summer training camps they'd attended. If Atsumu were being completely honest, he'd blacked out during most of the conversation. He must've said something intelligible, though, given the way she shook his hand afterwards and promised to keep in touch.

He saw your texts as soon as he returned to the men's locker room.

"You going to Cain and Able's after this?" Sakusa asked, pulling on a fresh t-shirt before slamming his locker door shut.

Atsumu merely squinted at his phone and said, "Think I’ll pass."

The wing spiker unapologetically glared down at his teammate's screen and rolled his eyes.

"Just ask her to be your girlfriend already. Sheesh."

Atsumu's keys jangled as he let himself into the apartment thirty minutes later, the gentle drone of Kiera Knightly's Pride and Prejudice filling the otherwise quiet space. You'd folded yourself into the couch wearing nothing but boxers and a hoodie, the warm colors of the television flickering across your wan expression.

"Hey, darlin'," Atsumu drawled, kicking off his shoes and folding his arms across his chest. "Are those my boxers?"

"I ran out of shorts. I hope you don't mind," you replied sheepishly, forcing a smile onto your face. He could tell by the way it barely reached your eyes. "How'd the conversation with the recruiter go?"

"Good! I mean, I'm pretty sure I entered a fugue state, so I can't say for sure. But I think she liked me."

"Good. That's good." A glimmer of warmth returned to your eyes as you said, "See? Even with your roots showing, you're still charming as ever."

Atsumu snorted, gym bag hitting the floor as he sank into the couch next to you.

"Ya feelin' okay?" he asked. A heavy sigh escaped your lips.

"Yeah. Yeah, just tired," you murmured, raking a hand through your greasy hair. You both fell silent as Kiera Knightly and Matthew Macfadyen danced together on-screen, the tension palpable as they orbited each other in the midst of the crowded ballroom.

The violins swelled through the speakers as Atsumu asked, "Are ya gonna tell me what's really goin' on?"

You stiffened at the question. "What?"

"Ya don't need to put up a front with me, ya know," he said gently. Sternly. "I know somethin's botherin' ya. Yer actin' all distant, bailin' on victory drinks. Ya even put on Pride and Prejudice."

"I...it's a really good movie, okay?"

"Yeah, and the last time ya watched it, it was 'cause yer favorite contestant got kicked off The Bachelor."

"I was sad!"

"Exactly!" Atsumu cried, scrubbing his hair out in frustration. "I — is it me? Did I do somethin' wrong?"

"What? No — !"

"Then what is it?" he asked, his stare pressing into yours. "And don't tell me it's yer sleep schedule, 'cause I know for a fact ya can yap to me on four hours of shut eye."

His words were blunt, disarming. You slumped further into the couch and felt your face grow hot with embarrassment.

"...I didn't get the job at the magazine."

Atsumu's expression softened in an instant.

"...are ya serious?" he asked. Your bottom lip quivered as you nodded. "Shit, I'm sorry, babe. C'mere."

He closed the space between you and immediately drew you to his chest, your body crumbling beneath the pressure you'd been carrying around with you all day. Shoulders shaking, a slow trickle of tears slid down your cheeks as you pressed your face into his shoulder and wept. He held you like that for a long while, the television dampening the sound of your cries.

"When did ya find out?"

"...this morning. Before breakfast."

"Jesus, babe," Atsumu breathed. "Why didn't ya tell me sooner?"

Sniffling, you confessed, "I didn't want you to worry about me!"

"Screw that, babe! If somethin' happens to ya and ya need me, then need me. I could be playin' in the Olympics, and it wouldn't matter. I won't let ya go through shit like that alone."

You wiped your nose with your sleeve and laughed miserably. "Would you believe me if I said I was also a little embarrassed to tell you?"

"Embarrassed? Why?"

"Because!" you exclaimed, gesturing toward him like it should have been obvious. "Because you're you!"

At his dubious expression, you fell back against the couch cushions and sighed.

"I dunno," you said, fiddling with the drawstrings of your hoodie. "It's just...you've been doing really well lately. Winning games. Getting scouted by national teams. When you told me about the recruiter this morning, I was so incredibly happy for you. But I also felt...behind. Stuck. A little intimidated, to be honest."

Atsumu was floored.

"You? Intimidated by me?" he balked. You nodded. "Babe, do ya know how intimidated I feel around you sometimes? Ya read more books in a week than I have in my entire life! All I do is set a ball and run around!"

You shook your head. "Don't underestimate yourself like that."

"I'm serious, though. Yer, like, the smartest person I know. And if this magazine ain't bright enough to recognize that, then maybe they don't deserve ya in the first place." His eyes hardened in resolution. "It's their loss, babe. Seriously."

His words were enough to make the tips of your ears turn bright red.

"Thanks, Tsumu," you sniffled. "I needed to hear that."

You crawled into bed with him later that night, his sheets rustling as he pulled your body flush against his and engulfed you in his arms. Sharing a bed with him had become second-nature to you over the past month. Sometimes it was yours. Other times it was his. Either way, you never took for granted the nights you fell asleep together. No away games, no late-night writing sessions. Just you two. Heartbeats lulling each other to sleep.

"Yer gonna get somethin' soon," Atsumu murmured into your hair, voice thick with exhaustion. "And I'm not just sayin' that 'cause I like ya. I'm sayin' that 'cause I believe it."

Your heart ached at the sincerity in his voice.

"Thanks, babe."

You could practically hear him grinning through the dark.

"...ya called me babe."

"Thought I would try it out," you murmured into his chest.

"And?"

"...I still feel a little silly," you admitted around a yawn. "But I think I can get used to it."

It was the best sleep you'd gotten in weeks.

@miyasmagnolias, 2025

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miya atsumu x f!reader

atsumu takes you on a date to the university night market. everything is perfect — until you run into the last two people he ever wanted you to meet.

part twelve of the in close quarters series, a friends-to-lovers college AU featuring you, atsumu, and the ten months you spend living together senior year.

"I can't — " you stammered, chopsticks clamoring onto your plate in defeat. "I can't eat another bite. I feel delirious right now."

Beside you, Atsumu folded another dumpling into his cheek like a squirrel. "Ya tappin’ out now? I thought ya wanted to get our picture up on the wall of fame!"

"Goddamn it. You're right," you growled, pointing at the poor eighteen year-old boy who had been serving you dim sum for the past hour. "How many more before we get our picture taken?"

"Uh..." The waiter quickly counted the empty plates scattered around your cramped table. "Between the two of you? Seven."

"That's not bad," Atsumu said behind a mouthful of pork.

"Not bad at all," you grumbled, picking up your chopsticks with a renewed sense of purpose. You wiped off the sweat that had formed on your brow and said, "So much for looking pretty on our first date."

"I dunno," Atsumu drawled, dividing the remainder of the dumplings between you — four for him, three for you. "Yer awfully cute when yer determined.”

"Hush and eat your dumplings," you snapped at him, uncapping the lid off a fresh cup of chili oil. "We're getting a cute Polaroid of us."

Atsumu had expected a couple of things to happen on your first date. One, he expected you to make him nervous (because when did you not). And two, he expected the atmosphere to lean somewhat romantic. After all, your university's annual night market was a prime spot for first dates — with all the string lights and food stalls and thousands of opportunities to feed each other. The tickets couldn't have gone on sale at a better time.

What he didn't expect was for you, in the middle of exploring, to find a dim sum stall who promised all parties who ate twenty-five dumplings a person a photo on their commemorative wall of fame.

"We have to do it," you deadpanned, staring at the collection of Polaroid photos tacked onto the back of their makeshift dining stall. "Think of how memorable it would be!"

Now, Atsumu felt less like he was on a romantic date with you and more like you were on an intense leg of The Amazing Race. Sweat sheening. Stomachs distending. Morale lowering by the second. In fact, as he shoveled another dumpling into his mouth, he half-expected Phil Keoghan to appear and tell them they'd been eliminated. The energy was that palpable.

But as you practically inhaled the chili oil up your nose, sending you into a half-coughing, half-laughing fit, Atsumu couldn't help but crack up. You looked adorable when you set your mind to something. And, if he were being honest, he'd had more fun on this date than all of his previous first dates combined.

Perhaps things were leaning more romantic. Just not the type of romantic he expected.

"Good job," the waiter said flatly after you both had finished the last of the dumplings. Stomachs full. Souls depleted. "Let me grab the Polaroid camera from my boss."

"You alive?" you asked Atsumu, slumped against him in the wooden booth you both shared. A low burp grumbled out of him in response.

"I feel pregnant," he murmured, brown eyes glazed over in delirium. "I hope it's a girl.”

You snorted, a hiccup escaping your lips. "What are you, a seahorse?"

The waiter returned not a moment later with the check and the Polaroid camera, Atsumu's hands sinking into the flesh of your hips as he hoisted you into his lap for the photo. You ended up taking two — one flashing peace signs at the camera for the wall of fame, and another, softer one as a keepsake for the two of you.

"Awe," you gushed, the image of Atsumu pressing a kiss to your cheek slowly developing under the warm lights of the food stall. Your heart swelled at his freshly cut hair, the baby blue button-down he'd rolled at the sleeves. "You look so handsome, Tsumu!"

"Oh, please," he drawled, watching as the polka dots on your blue mini dress grew more vibrant by the second. His breath had caught in his throat the moment you'd stepped out of your bedroom with it on. "Yer the real show stopper ‘ere.”

You tacked your Polaroid onto the wall while Atsumu paid the check, your hand easily slipping into his as you exited the stall and returned to the busy halls of the night market.

As nervous as you'd been to take things further with your roommate of eight months, you also felt a sense of overwhelming relief. After all, you'd spent the latter half of your senior year dancing around each other — sneaking in touches, dismissing flirtation with the flimsy excuse of we're-just-good-friends. It felt good to just act upon your attraction toward one another without restraint. It felt like the puzzle pieces of your relationship were finally falling into place.

"You in the mood for dessert?" you asked him, gesturing to the handful of food stalls selling an assortment of confections: ube soft serve, matcha cake rolls. Mango bingsu and mochi in every flavor you could imagine.

Atsumu let out a low whistle. "Maybe lemme walk this off first?”

Chuckling, you leaned into his side and said, "Fair enough."

Unsurprisingly, the conversation flowed just as easily as it had before. You talked about everything and anything as you wove in and out of the bustling crowd: Atsumu's most recent home game. The progress you'd made on your creative writing thesis. Your predictions for the latest episode of Love Island USA, which you had both planned to watch when you got home.

"Do they all need to make out with each other, though?" Atsumu bemoaned as you waited in line for a Filipino dessert stand that had caught your eye. "That's like, a mono outbreak waitin' to happen."

"But that's what makes it entertaining!" you argued, scanning the display case of ube crinkle cookies, buko pandan, and leche flan. "Nobody watches Love Island for the picture-perfect romance. That's what Norah Ephron is for."

"Still," Atsumu huffed, shaking his head. "Some people oughta be ashamed of themselves..."

He trailed off the moment he spotted them.

There, in the corner of his peripheral vision. He wasn't sure if his mind was playing tricks on him right now, or if the universe actually hated his guts.

Because there, standing at the cash register, was his ex-girlfriend.

And her boyfriend.

Who just so happened to be Atsumu's ex-best friend.

His face drained of color.

"Tsumu?" Akemi asked in disbelief, blinking up at the setter through her long lashes. Before he could even utter a response, her bony arm snaked around his shoulders and forced him into a hug. The smell of her perfume — pungent and floral — careened him into the biggest wave of déjà vu. "It's been so long! How are you?"

"Akemi," Atsumu breathed, gently setting his hands on her shoulders and peeling her off of him. Then, towards the young man that had drawn himself up beside her, "Terushima."

"Well, ain't this a reunion?" his former fraternity brother drawled, flinging his arm around Akemi with a smirk. "We were real worried about you for a sec! Thought you went off the grid."

Atsumu dug his fingernails into his palms, tried to restrain the anger steadily rising in his chest.

"Glad to see the two of ya still together," he managed cordially. They had the audacity to laugh.

"Oh, yeah. We're coming up on what — six months now?" Terushima said, stroking Akemi's hair. "Had to convince this one to finally commit to me. She's a real handful. Though I'm sure you of all people would know, right?"

The question sent a bolt of electricity down Atsumu's spine. He hated how casually Terushima had said it, too. Like they were just old friends catching up.

"Yūji. Stop teasing him," Akemi giggled. Her large, patronizing eyes snapped onto Atsumu's. "Anyways, how are things going? Are you still doing your little volleyball thing?"

"Yeah," Atsumu huffed, trying to swallow down the lump that had formed in his throat. "Yeah, somethin' like that."

She pursed her lips to one side and said, "I'm happy for you, Tsumu. Seriously. You always did enjoy volleyball way more than you enjoyed me." Then, running her long fingernails down Terushima's arm, "I'm just glad I found someone who left all that stuff back in high school."

Her words sounded sweet, but they pierced him between the ribs and twisted, threatening to split him in half. Memories he'd long since withheld came boiling back up to the surface — him, shouting at Akemi down the hallway of the fraternity house. Akemi, throwing her phone at his face. Terushima, throwing Akemi over his shoulder before she could cause any more collateral damage.

Their entire dynamic had been toxic, tiring. Atsumu hadn't been entirely surprised when he found them together at their end-of-year fraternity party. And yet, seeing Terushima on top of her made something in him splinter beyond repair. Told Atsumu everything he suspected of himself and more.

Ya ain't enough. Never have been. Never will be.

The reminder was enough to make his throat close.

"Hey," you said casually, resting your hand on Atsumu's shoulder as you approached. The warmth of your palm jolted him out of his trance, pushed through his icy demeanor like a flower in early spring. "You okay?"

His brown eyes gleamed with an apology he didn't quite know how to voice. Before him, his ex-girlfriend's lips parted in surprise.

"Oh! Are you on a date? She's so cute!" Akemi gushed, leaning forwards like she wanted to pet you. "I'm Akemi, by the way. Atsumu and I used to date."

"Yes, I know who you are," you said, your expression calm. Neutral. You knew Atsumu's history with these people, had thought about it more times than you cared to admit. But actually seeing them in the flesh made something in you shift. Sharpen.

"Well, hopefully he's learned a thing or two since dating me," Akemi drawled, staring at you in what you could only describe as pity. "From one girl to another? Don't provoke him. We used to bitch at each other all the time — it was horrendous."

Careful, now, you thought. Partly to her. Mainly to yourself.

"Really? He isn't like that with me at all."

You could've sworn Akemi flinched.

"...I see," she hummed, schooling her expression. "Well, it's only a matter of time before he shows you his true self."

Furrowing your brow innocently, you said, "Well, maybe he didn't show you his 'true self' because you were too busy fucking his best friend."

Beside you, Atsumu nearly choked. Akemi blanched. Terushima cleared his throat and adjusted his collar.

"Sorry. I don't mean to be crass," you told her. Eyes empty. Tone flat. "But I don't take advice from people with bad character.”

And with that, you took Atsumu's hand and walked in the opposite direction.

"...what assholes," you murmured under your breath, shooting him a displeasured look. "You put up with that shit?"

Atsumu gulped back, unable to find the right words to say. His heart hadn't stoped hammering in his ears.

The sun had long since dipped past the horizon by the time you had escaped the crowd, the two of you now sitting on a bench just outside the night market. Bands of college students, families, and local food enthusiasts buzzed in the background as you unwrapped one of the ube crinkle cookies you'd managed to pay for before all hell broke loose. You tore off a piece and held it out to Atsumu. He popped it into his mouth without a word.

You'd never seen someone eat a cookie more seriously.

"Tsumu," you drawled, brushing the powdered sugar off your fingertips.

"Yeah," he clipped, his tone flat. Dismissive.

"Your face."

"What about it?"

"You look constipated."

A muscle in his jaw ticked. "I dunno. Maybe it's the dumplin’s.”

"Sure," you chuckled. You folded the plastic wrapping of the cookie and gingerly slid it back into your purse. "Do you wanna talk about it? You know, how the dumplings made you feel?"

"Not really," he mumbled, folding his arms across his chest. Then, after an excruciatingly long minute, "I just think it's funny how they think they can talk to me like that, ya know? Like they didn't totally stab me in the back."

"I know."

"And you. God — " He ran a hand over his face. "I didn't know ya had that in ya! I mean, I was mad. But you...you were irate."

"Irate," you breathed, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. "You did today's Wordle, didn't you?"

"It was a good word!” he exclaimed. He pinched the inner corners of his eyes and sighed, his anger morphing into something softer. More vulnerable. "Ya know, that lil’ stunt ya pulled back there? That was...the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

Your heart splintered at his confession. "Really?"

Atsumu winced. "Kinda a low bar, ain't it?"

"A little — but that's okay!" you insisted as Atsumu hid his face in his hands and groaned. You reached out and pried his hands away from his embarrassed expression. "What matters most to me is that you're okay."

"Yeah," Atsumu reassured you with a nod. He pulled your hands into his lap and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Yeah, I am. Just...weird runnin' into them after so long, ya know?"

"Yeah, I get it,” you said. "Probably doesn't help that it was on our first date, either."

"Just my luck, eh?" Atsumu scrubbed his hair out and laughed miserably. "Argh — I'm sorry. I had this whole plan! Tonight was supposed to be fun, not…traumatizin'."

“Well, for what it's worth, I had a lot of fun going off on your ex."

"Yeah, honestly? That was pretty fun to see,” he said. A comfortable silence washed over the both of you, filled only by the sound of distant laughter and buzzing cicadas.

"I'm not usually a confrontational person," you admitted after a while, running your thumb across the back of his hand. "But when I heard how they were talking to you, something in me just...snapped. I couldn't stand it."

He looked you in the eye at that moment, brown eyes gleaming with an emotion you couldn't quite place.

"Sometimes I think yer the only thing holdin' me together these days.”

You shook your head. "Tsumu..."

"I'm bein’ serious!" he said, turning to face you on the bench. "Y/N, I was so fuckin' pathetic before I met ya. Ya should've seen me the day I caught those two together.”

He could still remember the details of that night, if he reached far back enough. Him, volatile and drunk out of his mind. The Uber driver, kicking him out two blocks from Osamu and Suna's house. He was pretty sure he vomited into one of their house plants before they found him there on the front porch, angry tears streaking down his face. He looked pitiful. Heartbroken.

That day used to hurt whenever he thought about it. Now, it just felt like scar tissue. Still tender, but not nearly as painful.

You gazed at him with a gentle look in your eye and murmured, "Well...I'm here now."

Atsumu's throat bobbed as he looked down at your joined hands. A small smirk flickered onto his lips.

"Yeah. What took ya so long?"

"Excuse me?" you guffawed, nudging him in the shoulder. "I wasn't the one doing keg stands with the worst people on Earth."

"One, ouch," he said, shooting you an offended glare. "Two, fraternities aren't that bad. Ya know, minus all the hazing and infidelity."

You rolled your eyes, though a laugh rumbled out of you. "People will do anything for belonging and a beer."

"Can't argue with ya there," he exhaled, his gaze affixed on the full moon casting white shadows across the campus pavement. "Can we go home and watch Love Island now? I've had enough real-life drama for today."

"Couldn't have said it better myself," you agreed, standing up from the bench and stretching your arms towards the night sky. "Oh, and Atsumu?"

"Hm?"

"If it makes you feel any better, I still had a great time tonight."

"Really?" he asked, a grin blooming across his face as he stood. You nodded.

"Yeah! I'd love to do it again sometime," you said, smiling up at him sweetly. Then, before you could stop yourself, "We can invite my ex-boyfriend while we're at it, too."

He buried his face into your shoulder and groaned. "Yer unbelievable, ya know that, right?"

Your laughter reverberated off the campus buildings as you flung your arms around each other and began the long walk home.

@miyasmagnolias, 2025

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How would the Haikyuu! male characters make the tiktok trend about ranking kisses?

Part 1

Characters: Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya

I know this trend is not even trending now, but i still in love with that, so now im writing the haikyuu version.

If u don't know the trend, click here

English is not my first lenguage, sorry for any mistake :)

Atsumu is a frequent TikTok user, and being the clingy boyfriend he is, he'd probably encourage you to try different couple trends. When he saw this one, all he could think about was that you could make a video together, and he could also get several kisses—double win.

He would probably make the videos public unless they show something too private or you ask him not to, but being the show-off he is, his tiktok account would be full of you.

Now, hes ranking goes like this:

1. Lips kiss: Atsumu may be a fool sometimes, but he's sooo romantic and appreciates small gestures. He thinks a relationship can't work without a lip kiss every 5 minutes. He loves to kiss you on the lips whenever you're distracted or just when you're hanging out together, but when you're the one who surprises him, girl, this man blushes and gets shy.

2. Neck kiss: Atsumu LOVES days of complete rest, and for him, the perfect complement is cuddling in bed while you pamper him. And what better way to pamper him than with kisses on the neck, he love the sensation. "It's so relaxing and sexy at the same time, babe!"

3. French Kiss: Oh, he loves French kisses. They're in third place because they're actually not as common as the other two. I mean, you're not always in the right place to do it or you just want something more relaxed, but when the opportunity arises, be prepared because it won't be wasted (and you'll probably be at it for a while).

4. Check kiss: He's a tall man (obviouslyyy), so when you take the initiative to give him a small gesture of affection, it's probably a kiss on the cheek. And that makes him SOOO happy, he's like, "Wow, I'm the luckiest man on the fucking planet." And he'll probably lean in to kiss you on the lips after your small gesture, so even better.

5. Earlobe kiss: In the middle of the ranking because sometimes it's the best thing in the world and sometimes it just tickles him. But when you do it to wake him from his deep sleep and he can feel the sensations running down his spine while he hears your voice in little giggles, ooh my. "I love hearing your beautiful voice."

6. Hand kiss: Okay, hear me out! Atsumu very frequently injures his hands or arms in some way due to his job and how much he trains (and overtrains). That's why, when he gets home and you take care of his wounds or bruises, you start kissing them like he's a little kid who thinks a kiss will heal him (oh, but he seriously thinks that kiss will heal him because it feels like the best salivation ever).

7. Top of the head kiss: He likes it (like any kind of affection that comes from you), but it's not his favorite. I mean, who doesn't like having their hair played with? Buuuut, Atsumu's hair has been damaged by so much hair dye, and while it's still super healthy for what he's been doing, Atsumu isn't entirely comfortable when someone touches it excessively or when someone ruins what he's spent so much time styling and perfecting. But when you do it when he's about to sleep, it's like a nice goodnight.

8. Air kiss: Nah nah nah, don't do that crap to him. If you're going to kiss him, make it a real kiss. Although he does, especially during games, and you usually make a gesture of trying to grab him. BUT, only he can do that, you do it properly.

9. Bite kiss: It's not a big deal, but it's funny. And honestly, you only do it when he gets too annoying or silly with you, it's like a STOP RN for him

10. Foot kiss: "Not even if I need to beg for your forgiveness and that is the easy way I would do that." (He would)

(I feel like im betraying Atsumu writing this 💔)

Osamu mostly watches TikTok when there aren't many customers at the restaurant or on his days off, but he's not the biggest TikTok user. However, whenever he opens the app, the first thing he does is look at the thousands of TikToks you've sent him and see if you two can make some of them together.

Then, in your free time, you'll record it, and like with Atsumu, he likes to post it unless you don't want him to or has more intimate things.

His ranking:

1. Lip kiss: He loves coming home from work and finding you (cooking, coming home from work, etc.) to be greeted with a big kiss. It's as if all the energy his clients had stolen from him comes flooding back with just one gesture, but it's really because the gesture is from you. (And u know, kiss the chef)

2. French kiss: You can't deny it, when you two were making the video and "French kiss" came on... let's just say the video went a little long. He just can't help it! He just loves it so much, especially when you start it. It makes him nervous even though he know you for years, and it seems like his brain is tingling from all the sensations.

3. Forehead kiss: He loves thato at ANY time. Is he cooking so his hands are dirty and he can't hug you? Then you kiss him on the forehead. Did his alarm just go off and he's fighting sleep? A kiss on the forehead to help him wake up. It's like the most common gesture, and therefore, one of the most appreciated.

4. Neck kiss: Yeaaaah, once again, he LOVES IT. He loves doing it to you, and he loves it when you do it to him. He likes it when it's just an innocent kiss on the vein, and he likes it when it's not just an innocent kiss. He likes the feeling it brings, and he likes it when you leave a mark. It's the middle ground between a simple gesture and something more.

5. Top of the head kiss: It's in the middle of the list because before (when he dyed his hair) it wasn't his favorite. BUT NOW, ohhh, he loves it. Feeling the gentle caresses on his scalp makes him fall into a trance somewhere between being awake and asleep. Plus, it lets him lean against you when you do it at bedtime.

6. Nose kiss: Once again, it's quite common for Osamu to be busy in the kitchen, his hands full of ingredients, so whenever that happens, you approach him and touch his nose in a loving manner. The only downside is that a simple nose-to-nose touch isn't enough for him; it's just the impulse to quickly wash his hands and come back to you.

7. Air kiss: He thinks it's really cute that you do it when you're saying goodbye, or one of you is too busy to get real close. But he just thinks you look SO pretty doing it; it's simple but sweet. "Aww, do that again, let me see ya."

8. Earlobe kiss: ok ok ok, there's an explanation for why this is so low in the ranking, and it's that although he really likes the sensation, it tickles him too much! He can't enjoy it because he's automatically trying to push you away, sometimes because it tickled him and other times because he feels like you're going to scream in his ear and leave him half deaf (Atsumu traumatized him)

9. Butterfly kiss: He discovered it while creating the trend, and let's just say she wasn't sure what it was all about. "From this perspective, it looks like you hav three eyes instead of two." She also doesn't think the sensation is that great and finds the position somewhat uncomfortable. Although she won't deny that seeing your eyes up close was a real privilege.

10. Bite kiss: "Why the hell would I want you to bite my elbow?!" More than not liking it, he doesn't understand why someone would do it. I mean, maybe a bite on the neck or the shoulder, but on the elbow?

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I hope you enjoyed this version with the Miya twins! I'm thinking about a part 2 with the Karasuno team, but I'm not sure yet.

I'd really appreciate your support!

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How would BNHA characters resolve arguments?

Part 1: Takami Keigo (Hawks)

I'm back!!!! Thanks for the support on my fics, I love youuuu!!!

As I always say, English isn't my first language, so please let me know if I have any spelling mistakes :)

Keigo works A LOT, and it's not like he really has much of a choice, he'd love to be able to sleep for a whole day, watch a few movies with you, read an entire book in a day, play a game on the hardest difficulty until he gets sick of it, or just fuck you until neither of you can take it anymore.

But, this is almost never the case, in fact, you can count on one hand the amount of times Keigo has been off work for more than 2 days, and probably 99.99% of it is because Keigo got sick, so it doesn't really count as a break or vacation.

And you always try to understand, you really do, but sometimes you feel like Keigo just puts work above you, and maybe it's your insecurities making you see something that's not true, but it still hurts when you call his number and he doesn't answer, or when you wait up late until you can't keep your eyes open anymore, only to hear Keigo arrive two hours later so tired and hurt that he's not even able to give a kiss.

The thing is, even though you understand, you're also tired of always understanding and understanding and understanding, so one day, when Keigo has the day off because his agency is celebrating an anniversary, you just explode. Because you had planned a nice time off, some decorations and freshly prepared food for your boyfriend, all of that for everything to be ruined when he received a call informing him that there was going to be a meeting with another agency that was of utmost importance.

And Keigo left, because what else can he do? Work is what he was raised and trained to do, so if they call him he's already on his way. But no you, you weren't raised or trained to handle that, so today you stayed up until Keigo arrived to have a talk with him, so you made yourself a coffee to stay awake, went to the living room cabinet, turned on the TV and waited while watching a movie.

After a few hours you heard a creak on the balcony and saw him walk through the door.

"Hi babe, what are you doing up so late?" He said as he took off his jacket and walked over to kiss you.

But no.

No.

You weren't in the mood for that.

Seeing how you took a step back Keigo tilted his head a little as he watched you in confusion. "Something's wrong love?"

"What do you think?"

You could tell the exact moment Keigo tensed up. He knew from your tone and posture that something was up. The thing is he didn't know what, and it was exactly what you were asking.

"...Did I need to get you something or something like that?" No answer. "Love, is it because of dinner yesterday? I know it wasn't my best creation but..." Still no answer, and it seemed like he was starting to get frustrated by the way he saw you. "Love..."

"Try again, since you're so important and needed by everyone, you should be able to guess what's bothering your girlfriend, right? Or maybe you know better about what worries everyone except what worries your partner" You said with a frown and a cold and hurtful tone. It was meant to make him feel bad, because you were already tired of understanding.

"Love... If it's because of work, you- well, I... you know it's not easy but-"

"Is it easier to leave me hanging every time I try to plan something for us? Wow, thanks for showing me your priorities" You said with sarcasm and a fake laugh, as you turned around and headed to the room, you realized that if you continued you would cry, because you weren't as strong as you wanted to pretend, you couldn't understand as much as you wanted to.

"Love, please" You heard him say behind you, and you could hear a bit of desperation and tiredness in his voice, and it made sense, it was the only day of vacation he had been given in months and it was ruined, he was obviously tired. And normally you would reason and hug him until he fell asleep, but this time your own pain didn't allow it.

It wasn't so much that he worked hard, you knew he did it for a good purpose and, although sometimes you didn't understand how he managed to do everything, he always made sure to keep you cared for, loved and pampered. But it hurt you that they took him away from you every time you managed to have him in your arms.

Then, you saw how the door to the room closed in front of you before you could get in thanks to one of Keigo's feathers.

"Baby, listen to me before you lock yourself in our room, please" but you didn't turn around, you didn't try to open the door either since you knew that with just a feather Keigo could defeat you if he wanted to. "I know you had plans for today and, believe me, I was also looking forward to eating your food while we watched that series and believe me, when I received that call, I was about to throw the phone out the window, but I can't. You know I can't" He said as he tried to approach you and hug you. But you took a step back, pressing yourself against the door. And what he said made sense, but you still couldn't say it. "Please..., you know I love you"

And you loved him too, a lot.

But you also loved yourself, and you understood that even though he had things to do, so did you, and yet you still put the relationship first. Always finding time to share together, always comforting him after work hours, always there.

But you were sick, hurt, and tired of the fact that while you were always there, he was there sometimes.

"Keigo, I understand that you have to work, I understand that it's important to you, I understand that you can't spend that much time with me. But I'm sure that if one damn day you left work a little earlier or assigned extra tasks to your assistants instead of doing it yourself, you could be with me. But you don't, because your heroism is worth more."

Tears were beginning to well up in your eyes, but you didn't want to let them fall. No, you wanted Keigo to see that you were steadfast, that it hurt, but you wouldn't let it break you.

"Open the door, Keigo." You looked him straight in the eyes so he could see you weren't up for games or talks.

He stared back at you for a few seconds. You could see his realization at how hurt you were, and also his regret, but that wasn't enough, not anymore.

He opened the bedroom door, letting you in. And, even though he wanted to sneak you inside, you closed the door before he could. However, his voice echoed through the door. "Love... Look, I understand if you don't want to talk right now, but... I love you, okay? I don't want you to doubt it." You heard his footsteps walking away, probably toward the guest room. You weren't going to deny that his words helped you a little, but you needed more than words this time.

And Keigo knew that. So while he slept, he started thinking about what he could do.

He didn't want to lose you. Even if you didn't realize it, you're the most important thing to him. Hell, sometimes even he's surprised that his heart can love someone so much.

Too bad neither he nor his heart know how to show it.

The next day you woke up to the smell of pancakes, which you didn't expect since Keigo was working today. So unless someone came into your house exclusively to cook (something you wouldn't really complain about), Keigo stayed home. The thought brought comfort to your heart, which had been aching all the time the day before. But it still hurt that he only did it once you exploded, and not before.

As you left the room, you started to hear Keigo's voice. He seemed to be on the phone and a little agitated. As you got closer, you could make out his words better.

"No, no, those work hours are over. I need Tuesdays off... Yeah, well, there are other heroes, boss... I don't care, I'm not going to do it."

Seeing Keigo upset wasn't common. And after hearing the word "Boss" and realizing who he was talking to, you started to get a little worried.

'He'll leave again.' 'He's going on a mission.' 'I'll be alone.'

"I'm busy right now, Boss, and I'm not going to change my mind... Yeah, yeah, I'll be there tomorrow," he continued into the phone. Then he hung up and sighed.

You didn't know what the call was about, but it obviously wasn't a very pleasant one. Normally, you'd go hug him and ask him to tell you what's going on. But not today.

You walked closer to the kitchen, where Keigo was flipping a pancake, his posture tense and his brow furrowed.

"What time are you going to work?"

Keigo turned around, surprised by your presence, and his sour demeanor changed to a...nervous one? Okay, that's unusual for him.

"Hey, Love, I- well, it's just that- No... I'm not going to work today."

Your face was completely surprised, not because of the day off, but because of his attitude. It was very rare to see Keigo so nervous and shy.

"Uh, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I... made breakfast." He turned around immediately to hide the blush on his face, finished serving breakfast, and gave it to you.

"Okay..." You said, looking at him suspiciously.

You sat down at the table without saying many words to your boyfriend. You were still upset, very upset. Breakfast wasn't going to change that.

However, you didn't know how far Keigo's repentant, desperate for forgiveness, version of himself could go.

But you were going to find out soon.

Keigo sat down across from you, still a little embarrassed and flushed, but he looked you straight in the eyes.

"Love... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not realizing how much I was hurting you, and for focusing on my duty to others and not on my duty as your partner, which, even if you don't believe it right now, is 100,000 times more important to me, and I'm going to prove it to you. I swear." He paused briefly to gather his thoughts and continued. "I...can't promise you I'll be with you 24/7, although believe me I would enjoy it so fucking much. But, I want to improve, I want to be better...for you, for you to feel comfortable and happy about...about all of this, u know? so tell me what to do and I'll do it, love, I promise I will."

You looked at him and realized his desperation.

Shit, you'd forgotten how much this man loves you.

And you wanted to never forget it again.

"Remind me that you love me, Keigo. Not just with words. Prove it."

You stood up from the table, along with your plate, and headed to the kitchen to clean it without even looking at Keigo again. This time you didn't just want words; you wanted actions. And you wanted him to figure out what to do.

Oh, if only you knew that man knows every part of you. You doubted he could get anything that would make you forgive him, but he got more than that. Keigo is observant, very observant. He knows the dress you eyed a week ago while browsing an online store; he knows the restaurant you've been wanting to visit for months; he knows what makes you happy.

And he'll use all of that to get your forgiveness.

Checklist to get my girlfriend's forgiveness:

- Take her to the restaurant she wanted to try (with a private reservation)

- Give her her favorite flowers (tulips and peonies)

- Give her the dress she wanted along with a necklace.

- Remind her that you love her, don't be stupid, Keigo.

- Take her there, she'll love it.

A few minutes later.

"Love, put on the red dress you like and dress up. I want to take you somewhere."

You were lying in bed, giving Keigo the silent treatment. But you NEVER turn down a dinner date.

So you put on a dress, but not the red one. Keigo wasn't going to tell you what to do. You put on a new black dress, only to realize that, given how good it looked on you, it was probably a gift for Keigo instead of a punishment.

And you confirmed it when you left the room and Keigo stared at you for more than the seconds considered decent.

"Is it still too soon to tell you that when you forgive me you have to wear that dress?"

Your response was only a reproachful look, to which he smiled at you with false innocence.

He approached you and carefully placed a hand on your waist, expecting you to reject him, but you didn't because his compliments always makes you SO happy

"You look beautiful, love, so fucking beautiful."

"I know."

"I love you."

"Okay."

Keigo lets his head fall forward, letting out a deep, husky laugh, his hair falling a little onto his forehead. Then he brings his face down to your cheek and places a kiss.

"After today's plans, you won't be so cold anymore."

"As far as I can see, you haven't even made me leave the house, Keigo. I'm starting to get bored."

He just laughed a little and took your hand as you left the apartment.

He decided it was best to go by car so as not to ruin your hairstyle and dress; knowing you, that would only make you feel uncomfortable in the restaurant.

The closer you got to the restaurant, the more relaxed you felt. The whole way there, Keigo made sure you felt good, occasionally kissing your hand, putting his hand on your leg, complimenting you every time you moved, and telling you he loved you.

When you arrived at the restaurant and realized where your boyfriend had taken you, you could only stand in shock. You hadn't told Keigo you wanted to come, but he'd noticed.

You looked at him with shock all over your face, to which he just smiled and winked.

While he was talking to the waiter about the reservation, you couldn't stop thinking that Keigo was paying more attention to you than you thought.

"How did you know?" You said as the waiter led you to a terrace apart from the rest.

"Please, love, you liked all his posts on Instagram, it was obvious."

"Still, I didn't think you'd noticed."

He brought your hand up to his face, leaving a small kiss, "I always notice, beautiful."

When you arrived at the table, you felt like crying. The terrace was completely decorated with lights and flowers, and a slow melody played in the background.

The waiter left, and you saw a table in the center of the terrace with two wine-colored boxes on top of it: one small, like a jewelry box, and the other medium-sized.

"Keigo... What?" You looked at him with curiosity and surprise.

He gave you that shy look from the morning again, which you were starting to like a lot. "You like it?"

"Kei... do I like it? Damn, babe, it's beautiful."

His smile grew wider and his eyes sparkled. "Do you want to open the presents?"

"Of course!"

You headed to the table to sit down and opened the first gift, the medium-sized one. Meanwhile, Keigo watched you. He wanted to see your reaction, wanted to imprint your beautiful face on his mind and never lose it.

When you opened it, you noticed it was the dress you'd been wanting for a while. And if there were any doubts that Keigo wasn't thinking about you, this gift erased them completely. Because you never asked him, you never even talked to him about it, and yet he knew.

"Keigo...how-" you looked at him, your eyes a little teary.

"I heard you talking to your friend from work about the dress. I thought maybe it was a good gift," he said, once again shyly.

"It's beautiful, Kei. Thank you, really," you said as you examined the dress. It was truly beautiful, both the dress and the gesture.

"Open the other one. You'll like it even more"

When you opened it, you confirmed that his words were true. It was a necklace with a watch pendant along with your initial. The necklace was made of gold/silver because he knew that was what looked best with your skin tone. Plus, underneath the necklace was a small piece of paper with a dedication.

"To the woman who deserves every second of my life."

"Oh my god, Kei... Did you- did you really do this for me?"

"Of course I did, love. I'm sorry if I made you feel like I didn't love you enough to deserve it."

"No... you didn't... God, it's beautiful, Keigo, thank you," you said sincerely, your eyes filling with more tears, but you didn't let them fall.

His gifts had been beautiful, the place too. The food arrived a few minutes later, and it was wonderful too. Even the conversation with Keigo had been comfortable, but...

"Kei, really, thank you, love. I loved all of this, but... Fuck, it's hard to explain, but it still hurts, okay? Thanks for showing me you know me, but- I... it's been months of keeping this inside, and- I can't...i'm so sorry"

Maybe if it were someone else sitting in front of you, they would have walked away, or yelled at you, or given up, but in front of you, was Keigo.

And he just smiled, a tender, understanding smile.

"I know, I know I hurt you a lot, and I understand. But the day isn't over. There's something else I'd like to show you. I know it won't solve the whole problem, but maybe it will show you that I want to."

You were really surprised there was more. But apparently, Keigo wasn't ready to give up.

"We're going to have to fly a little bit up there, do you mind?" You shook your head quickly, not caring about your hair at this point; you wanted to see how far Keigo could go.

After paying for the food, he gently took you in his arms and began to fly. He began showing you beautiful places you didn't know could be seen so well from the sky. By now, you felt like Jasmine exploring the world with Aladdin.

"Keigo, if you let me fall, I swear I'll never forgive you." He laughed loudly and held you tighter against him.

"Relax, love, we're almost there."

You saw he begin to descend, but you couldn't understand where. From what you could see, you were relatively close to the place where he grew up and trained to become a hero, which was strange since Keigo usually avoided those kinds of places.

You looked at him strangely. "Kei...where are we going?"

"Shhh, it's a surprise, don't ruin it with your questions," he said reproachfully, but with a smile on his face.

When they landed, it was somewhere near the buildings where he grew up, but it was an area completely filled with trees and flowers. He started walking, guiding you through the small forest.

"Okay...well..." Keigo suddenly started to get nervous. "I know you don't know this place, but I used to come here when I could get away from my training or when I had days off from work... I, well—maybe it sounds a little silly, but I used to come here whenever something was happening in my life, to de-stress. I—have you heard of writing down the things you think to...I don't know, de-stress or something?"

"Yeah...I've heard of it," you said, confused. You didn't know where he was going with this.

Suddenly, he stopped walking and, with the help of his hand, removed a small bush. As he removed it, you realized it opened into a covered area with a small table, which had a bouquet of your favorite flowers in the center.

"I came to this place to write about things that happened to me, usually things... well, you know my childhood wasn't the best. But when I met you, I started writing about you and how you were, the only thing I could think about." He led you closer to the table, and you noticed that from there you could see a cliff and the beautiful sunset.

Keigo extended the bouquet that had previously been on the table toward you as you moved closer to the railing that bordered the cliff.

"I brought you here because it's the place where I realized I was in love with you. It's the place where I would get away from absolutely everything and think about the person who made me and continues to make me happy."

By this moment, tears were running down your cheeks, and you couldn't believe what he was telling you.

"I'm sorry, love. You don't know how much. I'm sorry for not showing you how obsessed I am with you. I'm sorry for not giving you the time you deserve. I'm sorry for making you feel like my work matters more when I would give anything to spend my life with you."

"I know... God, I love you so much," you said, your voice breaking, your tears growing stronger.

"I love you even more. I swear I'm obsessed with you. It was in this place that I realized it, and it's in this place that I want you to realize it."

You took the flowers from his hands and held them to your chest with all the love in the world.

"I want to give you something. I want you to take it home and read it when you think you're ready to forgive me." He turned around and grabbed a wooden box hidden among the trees and the structure.

He pulled several sheets of paper out and held them out to you.

"They're from when I met you, so you can see how much I've loved you since the first second."

You looked into his eyes with wonder and love, and before you could even lock eyes, you threw yourself at him and hugged him. You needed him, you wanted him.

"Thank you, Kei, thank you."

"Thanks to you, for still being here."

You enjoyed the beautiful place until the sun set and the place, without light bulbs, began to darken.

Keigo led you to the car you 2 had left at the restaurant and then to the house.

And, even though you didn't tell him, you had already forgiven him, because he had kept his word, he had made it his goal to show you that he loves you.

And oh man, when you read those pages, you cried like a baby when you realized that the first thing he wrote about you was

"I met a girl and, God! She is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, it's incredible"

And the last thing he wrote, before you started dating, was

"If she'll let me, I want to love her every second. I want to hug her, I want to kiss her, I want to touch her. I love her, so much.

If this woman doesn't drive me crazy, I don't think any other can."

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whenever there’s no new fics under my favorite x reader tags, an angel loses its wings

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God forbid a girl prefers fictional men

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Hi guys. Important post.

With Chowchow being diagnosed with cancer, I made a gofundme for Chowchow to cover his surgery and things to make him comfortable in his recovery process (dressing, medicines, etc).

It's a very invasive surgery and is incredibly expensive. We do not have the thousands of dollars to pay for it but we will find a way even if there is zero dollars in this fund because he is the world's specialest boy.

If you can, please donate and share. I love you.

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Like ewww that's not me

how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

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nightlock nightlock nightlock 😰

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Safe to say this feathery bastard has altered my brain chemistry 🙃😂🙃😂

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how do i like my men? miserable and aching, your honor

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5 Green flags 🟩 VS 5 Red Flags 🟥

I'M BACK 👹

Well well, My last post about Keigo have lots of support from you all, and like I said, I'm willing to do a part 2 about Bakugo Katsuki sooo, here I am.

Tell me if you want a part 3 and which character you would like.

Let's start with his red flags. Let's be clear that Katsuki does have a few, it's true that it's nice to imagine him as an attentive boyfriend who takes the initiative, and I firmly believe that he would be like that, but that shouldn't hide the little things he has that can get on your nerves at the time of a fight.

Now, let's start listing his bad things:

1. He acts like you're a burden: I don't think he would do this on purpose, but he would. Comments like "What the fuck do you want now?", "Stop bothering me", "You're too intense", "Will you shut up?" can come up at the beginning of the relationship. Even to the point that you feel bad about his independent actions, as if you were just another thing on his list. Of course, deep down he doesn't consider you a burden, but he expresses himself as if you were one.

2. He doesn't open up to you: Katsuki has this constant thought that he can't be inferior, that he has to be the best and his feelings can be a difficult thing, and I think that in a relationship he feels a lot more pressure about all this to be strong and show you how tough he is. So I think that for a long time he won't tell you if something is wrong with him even if it's clear that something is wrong with him. This could just be something normal, but I add it as a red flag since a large part of Katsuki's life is clouded by those insecurities, so he doesn't tell you how he feels every time he sees Deku, or how he was in training, or how he felt when he won something, because if he does, his facade will fall apart. This ends up being something that can affect the communication between you two.

3. He doesn't understand you: He tries, he really does, but he just has a hard time understanding when you feel bad. He's so used to minimizing what's happening to him that he doesn't understand why it affects you so much. So you might be crying in his arms, and he might be hugging you, but deep down he doesn't understand, and that's terrible in arguments, because he doesn't understand why you're angry or why you're sad or why you're disappointed, he tries to fix it but he doesn't understand the roots of the problem.

4. He's jealous: Like, not jealous to get insecure when he sees you with a friend, jealous to get furious when he sees you with another man. And that, OBVIOUSLY, brings problems. He trusts you, he doesn't trust them, he knows you're hot and he also knows that the other jerks know it. So don't doubt that he's going to complain to you repeatedly that a certain person shouldn't be so close to you, or that he doesn't get along very well with a certain friend.

5. His anger: In the anime we can already see that he is a little bit... impatient. He tries to control himself with you, he truly loves you and treats you with his best version, but there are times when you simply act in a bad way, I mean, you also have your red flags, and that makes him angry, and you too, then you fight. A lot. For a long time. A lot of yelling. And probably a lot of painful words that he doesn't really feel, but says them, because his fury is faster to speak than to think, analyze and meditate.

Now, like every person, he has his flaws and his virtues. He has things to improve and things that you should love, because they are incredible.

So let's see what those good sides are and let's see which side of his personality ends up winning, let's see the second side of his furious personality.

1. He doesn't talk, he acts: Maybe he doesn't open up to you as much as he should, but he decides to make you feel comfortable by letting you know that he loves you through more practical methods. Are you hungry? He cooks, are you sick? He takes care of you, do you want a snack? He buys it. Because actions are worth more than words, so he decides to act, he decides to give you what you want, and consider yourself lucky because you are the only one who sees his helpful side.

2. He puts you first: If his friends invited him out to eat something, he won't care if you sent him a text telling him to go with you to buy something. If his mother told him she was going to celebrate a birthday with the family, he'll run away because you asked him to bring you some chocolates. Because he knows that if you love someone, you're not going to replace them with the smallest things, so if he has to make a decision that involves you, you'll always be the right answer.

3. He is not ashamed to show you off, he loves to do it: You are also part of his achievements, and being the show-off that he is, he will show you off. God, he has a sexy, smart, strong, kind and hot girlfriend, he has to show you and show them that you two are together, that he is a lucky and happy man.

4. He knows you: I think this is important, but not all men do it, in fact those who do are very few. Because not all of them observe you, remember, learn and please you, but Katsuki does. He is observant and knows how to listen, maybe he doesn't understand perfectly why you feel so much, why you get excited and sad about small things, but he knows that you do it, he knows how you feel, he knows how you reacts, he knows what you like and how he knows you, he knows how to please you, he knows how to make you happy with a gift, he knows how to excite you, he knows how to make you laugh and he knows how to make you feel loved.

5. You're part of his future: If he sees himself as a great hero, he sees you by his side, making and fulfilling your dream. Holding your hand. Kissing you. Hugging you. Caressing you. That's what he sees. Maybe two house, or a single one, whatever you want, maybe 2 children, or maybe none, just a pet, maybe a red car, or maybe a black car, but within all those variables there is one constant: you.

Sorry, this doesn't match your way of seeing Katsuki. Remember that he is still a character that each one sees and imagines in their own way, but I try to do it in a way that everyone feels comfortable.

Now, did the 🟩 flags or the 🟥 flags win?