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The Moon

Genre: Slow burn, I think

Pairing: Miya Osamu x F!Reader

Updates: Weekly, I hope

A/N: It has been a long while since I have written in second person, but I have been reading a lot of Haikyuu x Reader stories and I wanted to add to the community.

Summary: Y/N needs to join a new club following an injury that kicked her out of the soccer club. The volleyball club was looking for a new manager. 

Chapter One: Application

Chapter Two: First Day

Chapter Three: Censor

Chapter Four: Warning

Chapter Five: Fired

Chapter Six: Late

Chapter Seven: Frigid

Chapter Eight: A Updated Promise

Chapter Nine: Migraine

Chapter Ten: Grades

Chapter Eleven: Enjoy The Show

Chapter Twelve: Best Volleyball Player in the Country

Chapter Thirteen: Someone Else

Chapter Fourteen: Bruised

Chapter Fifteen: Posse of Koalas

Chapter Sixteen: Threat

Chapter Seventeen: The Moon

Chapter Eighteen: Caught

Chapter Twenty-Six: Rumors

Chapter Nineteen: Avoidance

Chapter Twenty: Rain

Chapter Twenty-One: Confession

Chapter Twenty-Two: Borrowed Clothes

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Former Manager

Chapter Twenty-Four: When The Storm Breaks

Chapter Twenty-Five: Nothing

Chapter Twenty-Six: Rumors

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Usual Slouch

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Cracked

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Sick Day

Chapter Thirty:

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「 CRY FOR ME 」 ♡ MASTERLIST

PAIRING : Suna Rintarō x Reader. Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader.

GENRE : Angst.

TAGS/WARNINGS : NSFW. Fake Dating. Unrequited Love. Profanity. Enemies (not really) to Lovers. Friends with Benefits. Not very canon compliant.

SYNOPSIS : You have been in love with your best friend Sakusa Kiyoomi for as long as you can remember. The problem? He is in love with somebody else. And for you to snag even the tiniest bit of his affections, it seems like you would willingly go through drastic measures.. Even if it means teaming up with his lifelong rival, Suna Rintarō

TAGLIST : OPEN

CHAPTERS

PROLOGUE

ACT I – PARTNER

ACT II – PLAYING WITH FIRE

ACT III – BLUR

ACT IV – LET'S NOT FALL IN LOVE

ACT V –

ACT VI –

ACT VII –

MORE COMING SOON.

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It Was Always You

pairing: msby!sakusa x f!reader

genre: childhood friends->lovers->exes->strangers->lovers. angst, unrequited love, slow burn, mutual pining, romance, fluff. medical au for reader. few flashbacks.

synopsis: you return to Osaka to complete your residency. the catch? you left everything, including a broken heart, behind for med school in the US. “you can’t live your life for other people. you’ve got to do what’s right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.” that was four years ago. will fate bring the two of you back together or tear you further apart?

warnings: this is set in timeskip, so there is manga spoilers. some alcohol use/profanity. i will indicate at the beginning of each chapter.

status: ongoing

last updated: september 21, 2021 |  the chapters and names are subject to change!

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↠ pairing: kotaro bokuto x f!reader x atsumu miya  ↵

↠ genre: angst, drama, love triangle ↵

↠ warnings: public humiliation, second year atsumu is an asshole, bullying  ↵

↠ summary:  When Y/n decided to move to Tokyo with her father after being humiliated in her first year of secondary school, she never expected to fall for Kōtarō Bokuto, and when he decided to go pro for the MSBY Black Jackals, she sure as hell didn’t think she’d ever have to see Atsumu Miya ever again. ↵

↠ past mistakes

↪ prologue (20 July 2021)  ↵

↪ chapter one (26 July 2021)  ↵

↪ chapter two (10 August 2021)  ↵

↪ chapter three (31 August 2021)  ↵

↪ chapter four (06 September 2021)  ↵

↠ extra content

↪ a Pinterest board for how I imagine MC’s fashion sense to be. The body types and skin tones are not the focus of the board, only the clothes. My MC’s are written without much, if any at all, physical description to be inclusive to all bodies and skin tones. ↵

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I do not claim this work as my own. All credit goes to the artist.

Artist: Forestchan8 on Instagram.

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inarizaki drabble masterlist

miya atsumu

x: what about me, you ask. he’s stunned. 

x: he crashes your ramen store, you score a date. 

x. you’re insecure cos of atsumu’s fangirls

miya osamu

x: the stomach isn’t always the way to a man’s heart 

x: you hit osamu in the head w water balloons. that earns you a date. 

x. i’m not hungry, you lie.

x. you don’t understand why he’s so adverse to creating a tinder profile

x. parenthood w miya osamu

mackerel: we shld serve it at our wedding he says. but you’re not engaged yet. 

suna rintarou 

firecracker: you’re crazy, you’re psycho. he likes you anyway. 

x: bake me cookies, he says. (sequel to osamu unrequited love drabble)

x: he tells your newborn son not to be a scrub 

x: he builds a makeshift race ramp for his and atsumu’s sons 

x. you break up w suna for his own good. 

kita shinsuke 

x. shin-chan got hot. 

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[5:46 AM] — MIYA OSAMU

you’re not too sure what time it is, but you know it’s early when osamu lays himself over you, head digging into your chest as he steals your warmth. you groan, wrapping your arms around him as you pull the blanket higher over your bodies.

“what time is it?”

“almost six,” he hums. it’s quiet for a moment, you seem to be drifting back to sleep, and osamu grins in victory against your shirt before drifting off himself.

until you speak up.

“wait a second. aren’t you supposed to be on the couch?” his body freezes for a moment before he’s clutching onto you tightly while you’re trying to shove him off. “samu! get off!”

“no!”

“i’m serious, i’m still mad at you,” you huff. he frowns (though it’s more of a pout) and simply shakes his head.

“‘m not lettin’ go. ma back hurts. i’m cold too.”

“miya osamu—”

and before you can finish your sentence, there’s a soft bite at your chin that makes you stop.

“don’t call me by ma full name,” he grumbles, settling back down into your chest. “‘s rude.”

he has the audacity to grab your hand and plop it into his hair too, gesturing at you to play with the dark brown strands.

“did you just bite me?”

“and what if i did?” comes his quiet mumble, voice muffled by your shirt.

last night wasn’t exactly a big fight, it was a petty one if the both of you were being honest, but osamu should’ve admitted he was wrong, and his attitude was what landed him a spot on the couch. and to his dismay, you seem to fall asleep much easier without his embrace than he does without yours.

“what do you—you bit me,” you repeat incredulously. you smack his shoulder when he snickers quietly at your shock.

“didn’t even hurt, ya drama queen.” and you want to keep your facade of being mad, you want to tell him to go back to the couch until you’ve deemed he’s earned his spot back, but something about the way he nuzzles into you and kisses your collarbone before trying to fall asleep once more makes you give in.

he’s stubborn, you’ve come to know this a tad bit too well, but he’s also gentle. he plants one more spoonful of dinner to your plate when you tell him to stop, he pulls the sun visor down for you when the light shines in your face as he drives, he wakes up and puts socks on your feet when they feel like icicles against his calves, and he’s the only person who easily forgives you for your own stubbornness too—every time, without fail.

so you wrap your arm tightly around him, stroking through his locks as you mumble “you’re such a weirdo, you know that?”

“well, ‘s just the way i am, deal with it,” he mumbles back. and then you giggle, he laughs, you kiss his forehead, and he’s kisses your jaw—and you’re back to your usual routine, last night all forgotten.

“i love you,” you whisper.

“love ya too. and i also love yer cheeks, ‘m bitin’ them next.”

i am once again pushing that osamu’s love language is biting

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The Moon

Genre: Slow burn, I think

Pairing: Miya Osamu x Reader

Updates: Weekly, I hope

A/N: It has been a long while since I have written in second person, but I have been reading a lot of Haikyuu x Reader stories and I wanted to add to the community.

Summary: Y/N needs to join a new club following an injury that kicked her out of the soccer club. The volleyball club was looking for a new manager. 

Chapter One: Application

Chapter Two: First Day

Chapter Three: Censor

Chapter Four: Warning

Chapter Five: Fired

Chapter Six: Late

Chapter Seven: Frigid

Chapter Eight: A Updated Promise

Chapter Nine: Migraine

Chapter Ten: Grades

Chapter Eleven: Enjoy The Show

Chapter Twelve: Best Volleyball Player in the Country

Chapter Thirteen: Someone Else

Chapter Fourteen: Bruised

Chapter Fifteen: Posse of Koalas

Chapter Sixteen: Threat

Chapter Seventeen: The Moon

Chapter Eighteen: Caught

Chapter Nineteen: Avoidance

Chapter Twenty: Rain

Chapter Twenty-One: Confession

Chapter Twenty-Two: Borrowed Clothes

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Former Manager

Chapter Twenty-Four: When The Storm Breaks

Chapter Twenty-Five: Nothing

Chapter Twenty-Six:

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timeskip osamu miya fic recommendations

(Reader inserts) Recommendations of my favorite headcanons/imagines/fics/scenarios (I don’t own any)

fluff / order's up

fluff / sleepyhead

sfw fluff / open for midnight

fluff / pocky sticks

angst fluff / insecure

fluff / fan favorite

fluff / the other twin

fluff / "you've always been the one"

fluff / the comfort of home

sfw fluff / you

sfw fluff / unopened boxes

fluff / life's a b*tch

fluff / pretend

sfw / secret menu item

sfw fluff / and they were roommates

fluff / betrayed

angst fluff / one more time

fluff / a day in his life

fluff/ childhood friends to lovers

・・・・・・

Other Haikyuu!! masterlists

Updated:27-Aug-2021

Banner (coming soon) made by me ♡

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*‧͙⁺˚*･༓ MSBY Black Jackals ༓･*˚⁺‧͙*

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no thoughts only osamu ※ no republication without written permission.

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a day in the life of miya osamu—(featuring you, his wonderful lover)

other parts: sakusa | atsumu

7:45 AM:

“Where’s the damn thing, are ya kiddin’ me?” you hear an irritated voice mumble, deep and hazed with sleep. Giggling, you lift your head up from Osamu’s chest, reaching past his hand that swat at the night stand and grabbing his phone for him.

“If you look with your eyes, you’ll find it.”

“Ma eyes were on you,” he grins cheekily. “I’m seein’ quite the sight.”

“And my eyes are on the clock. I’m seeing that you’re gonna be late, get out of bed.” With a pout, Osamu groans, stretching his limbs, making his muscles flex. You stare shamelessly.

“Like the sight?” he smirks.

“Absolutely, you’re very hot,” you pinch his cheek. And the cockiness from just a second ago turns into a shy smile, blush dusting his cheeks as he averts your gaze.

“Yer gonna be the death o’ me,” he mumbles.

“Cute too, especially when you’re all shy.”

“Cut it out, y/n,” he groans. Sitting up, Osamu plants a soft kiss to your lips, playfully biting your cheek before he heads to the bathroom, grinning to himself at your giggles.

8:56 AM:

“Can’t you wear the apron? Please?”

“No. Not wearin’ a ‘kiss the cook’ apron y/n, ‘s weird.”

“But you’ll look so cute,” you insist, but it falls on deaf ears as Osamu continues to make breakfast.

“Ya can kiss me all ya want without the apron.” Sighing, you wrap your arms around him from behind, hands trailing up to his chest. Smiling into his back, you squeeze his pecs, making him pause, glancing at you over his shoulder. “Keep yer hands ta yerself,” he chides, but there’s a smile ghosting over his lips.

“I can’t. That’s a waste, there are perfectly great things I can fit in them.” You squeeze once more, making him swat at your hands, a soft chuckle escaping him.

“Y/n, cut it out.”

“No.” Plating your breakfast, he turns, wrapping his arms around you and letting his hands wander till they’re on the small of your back. He kisses your forehead gently, making you close your eyes with a hum, relaxing into his embrace.

Without warning, you feel a hand smack your ass before you’re no longer in the warmth of muscular arms, instead standing frozen by the stove as Osamu grabs the two plates and walks away with a snort.

“Guess we’re even then, angel.”

9:33 AM:

“Baby, have ya seen ma—”

“Here you go, Mr. Onigiri Man,” you place the cap over his head, lopsided and tilted at an angle. Rolling his eyes, he adjusts it to fit correctly.

“Stop hidin’ it.”

“I don’t do that.”

“Ya sure?”

“Yeah, it’s just for safe keeping, babe.” His arms snake around your waist, and your hands find his sturdy chest, rubbing circles into his pecs.

“Safe keepin’, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nod, but your smile gives you away. “I like putting it on your head for you.”

“I can tell,” he laughs. Leaning in, he captures your lips in a kiss, pressing his against yours once again every time you try to pull away.

“Samu. You need to get—”

“Just a few more.” His lips are a bit swollen and red by the time he leaves, but his smiles a lot brighter that way, so you let it slide this once.

10:10 AM:

“Here’s yer order, ma’am. Thank you, and come again.” With a smile, the elderly woman glances at him as she takes the bag with her food, noticing the small band around his finger.

“Are you married, young man?” Blushing, Osamu clears his throat, glancing as one of his employees chuckles.

“N-no, ‘s just a promise ring, me and ma partner have matchin’ ones,” he replies shyly.

“You have someone at home, then.” The woman nods with a warm smile.

“Oh, yes he does, ma’am,” his employee calls from her place in the kitchen. “They’re never apart if you see them.” The blush on Osamu’s cheeks reaches his neck, and he adjusts his cap before coughing.

“‘S not true, y/n only comes around for lunch,” he grumbles.

“Well, don’t wait too long, young man! Don’t wanna be too old by the time you have kids.” He pretends he’s unbothered by the statement, but there’s a softness in Osamu’s eyes at the thought of one day having a future with you.

12:45 PM:

“Hey, Samu.”

“Hey, baby,” Osamu grins, wiping down the kitchen counter as you stand beside him. He plucks his cap off, setting it on your head like always. “Lunch’ll be ready in a bit, sit tight for me, kay, angel?”

“Okay.” You kiss back when he presses his lips to yours, pulling away when you hear a clear of the throat from the distance.

“This is the food making kitchen,” his employee grins. Osamu grumbles as you giggle, pinching your nose before he wanders across the room to get a few more ingredients.

“Tsumu’s coming for—”

“No he’s not. Tell ‘im he’s not, I don’t wanna see that scrub.”

“He’s your brother, Samu.”

“He’s banned from ma restaurant til he learns ta push the chairs back in before he leaves.” Rolling your eyes, you shake your head.

“You don’t push the chairs in at home, babe.”

“That’s different,” he pouts, offering you a plate of food before snatching it away just as you go to grab it. “Take it back, or yer not gettin’ lunch.”

“Samu, I can’t, it’s true.”

“Yer not eatin’ then.” He gently shoves the plate towards with a grumble a few moments later, pulling a chair up to sit beside you, elbows touching as you eat in the kitchen and ramble about your days.

2:15 PM:

“Ya can’t just stay a bit longer? Baby, it won’t hurt ta just—”

“Samu, I have things to do, I gotta—babe, let go!”

“Ten more minutes, I got a new recipe I want ya ta try and—”

“Great, you can show me at home,” you pry his arms off of you, stepping out of the kitchen and meeting him around the counter. He frowns as you gather your things.

“Ten minutes wouldn’t have killed ya,” he mumbles.

“Ten minutes always turns to thirty with you.” Leaning in, you press a soft kiss to his cheek over the counter before turning to walk towards the door.

“Aren’t ya forgettin’ somethin’?”

“Oh yeah,” you smile sheepishly. Reaching over your head, you pull off the cap, handing it to him. Osamu stares at you unimpressed.

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“Yer forgettin’ somethin’ else. Very important thing, ya know.” You think for a moment before realizing, eyes rolling as you snort at him.

“I love you, Samu.” Osamu grins happily, taking the cap from your hands.

“Love ya too, baby.”

9:38 PM:

“Tsumu, shut yer trap, ya bastard,” Osamu huffs, throwing a napkin across the counter at his twin. You roll your eyes at the antics of your boyfriend and his brother as you place chairs upside down on top of the tables for closing.

“Y/n, tame yer boyfriend,” the blonde scowls. “I should be gettin’ free food, I’ve had a rough day.”

“‘M sure ya did. ‘S hard bein’ bad at yer job, huh?” You giggle at the way Atsumu’s face scrunches in irritation, a pout gracing his features at the jab.

“I’m the best ‘round these parts, ya scrub.” Despite the earlier banter, a plate of steaming food gets set in front of Atsumu, and your boyfriend wanders out of the kitchen to come over to where you stand.

“Ya don’t gotta lift these chairs baby, I got ‘em,” he offers, taking the one in your hands and lifting it himself. With a smooth motion, an arm curls around you, bringing you flush against his sturdy chest.

“Just wanna help, Samu.” And with a soft smile, he leans down, pressing lights kisses along your jaw, stopping to nibble on your chin, making you giggle. He huffs out a small chuckle at the sound.

“No in front o’ ma dinner,” you hear a voice whine from the distance, and Osamu growls as he turns back with a glare painted across his face.

“I’ll throw this chair at ya this time. Shut up, or I’ll charge ya.”

10:45 PM:

“I’ll fall asleep, ya know,” Osamu whispers, head on your chest and you stroke through his brown locks. The movie on the TV starts before you as you both lay huddled on the bed.

“Shh, it’s starting. And you better not.”

“‘M tired,” he yawns.

“It’s not even eleven.”

“Yer comfortable.” With a smile, you shake your head as you lean down and press a chaste kiss to his forehead, pulling the covers over him higher.

“Any interesting customers today?” He thinks for a moment.

“Nah, all of ‘em were borin’,” he mumbles quietly. Reaching for your hand, he plays around with the promise ring on your finger, placing a delicate kiss on the skin above it.

“Yeah, today was pretty laid back for me too,” you whisper. Osamu smiles when he sees your eyes shift their focus to the screen, watching the movie in front of you intently while he takes in your features.

Maybe, he thinks, one of these days he’ll spend his daily routine as your husband instead.

reblogs are really appreciated !!

here’s osamu fluff to cancel out the osamu angst from the other day. his love language is biting no one can convince me otherwise

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— ☕︎ HEART OF GOLD

synopsis: sneaking glances, subtle cheers, and a whole lot of google translate. the goal is gold, but maybe he could bear to have a slight change of plans.

pairing: timeskip!miya atsumu x olympian!reader

genre: forbidden-ish love, love at first sight, slight angst, fluff

status: ongoing

a/n: cheers to last minute ideas. i did a little bit of research but this is not 100% accurate bc one, i'm not an olympian (lol imagine an olympian writing fanfiction AJSJDJ), two, i only play these sports casually (but i love them), three, i'm just outletting my olympics brainrot. this birthed from an article i read about olympians somehow finding romance at the olympic village so very fun stuff

— TABLE OF CONTENTS

one. oh no he's hot

two. lost in translation

three. golden boy

four.

five.

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Arwel Jones (Production Designer on Doctor Who, Sherlock, and more) has been posting new behind-the-scenes set photos on his Instagram - and I love him for it!  Here are some of the Tennant-era Doctor Who ones (but he has more).

Source: [ Arwel W. Jones on Instagram ]

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Past Mistakes: Prologue

↠ Pairing: Kōtarō Bokuto x F!Reader x Atsumu Miya  ↵

↠ Summary: When Y/n decided to move to Tokyo with her father after being humiliated in her first year of secondary school, she never expected to fall for Kōtarō Bokuto, and when he decided to go pro for the MSBY Black Jackals, she sure as hell didn’t think she’d ever have to see Atsumu Miya ever again. ↵

↠ Genre: Angst, Drama, Love Triangle  ↵

↠ Word Count: 4.1k  ↵

↠ Warning(s): public humiliation, second year atsumu is an asshole, bullying (kinda but not really)  ↵

↠ Masterlist ↵

↠ Series Masterlist ↵

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100 WAYS.

PAIRING | miya osamu x fem!reader

GENRE | angst, fluff, smut (18+)

WARNINGS | TIME SKIP MANGA SPOILERS + NSFW! minors dni. this part: toxic relationship and behavior, growing up not being loved by family, cursing, very slight body shaming, etc. next part(s): penetration, protected sex, oral (f receiving), praising, osamu flirting with you right in front your fiancé, suggestive? food play? exhibitionism, car sex, yeah. mild pet names.

DISCLAIMER | this part does not contain smut, however the following parts will which makes this mini-series have smut in general. do not ignore warnings.

WORD COUNT | this part: 5.5k

SUMMARY | in which the moment you walked into "onigiri miya" with your arranged fiancé, you realized your taste in men could be a lot better. and miya osamu, the owner of the restaurant, was willing to change that. treat you just right and on the house, of course. especially since the moment you entered the restaurant, he wants to see you come again.

BONUS | i recently reread the timeskip chapters, (s)creamed at osamu's panels uhm, and wrote this based off 100 ways by austin hull. muy sexy song if i might add. ugh. the absolute power osamu holds over me </3

PART ONE [ 1/3 ] | PART TWO | PART THREE

YOU FELT NOTHING AS THE MAN TUGGED YOU INSIDE THE RESTAURANT HARSHLY BY THE HAND, your hair half-soaked and coat damp. It was as if this night just couldn’t get any worse. This was supposed to be a date night that was not only ruined by the weather’s inconvenience but also the fact your date decided to run late again due to a business overtime meeting.

“Shit,” The man cursed under his breath as he padded down the droplets of water from his top. “Couldn’t you have brought an umbrella? This suit was expensive, you know.”

“I didn’t know it was gonna rain,” You mumbled, carding your fingers through your wet hair and trying to make it look somewhat presentable, padding your hands on your coat.

“Whatever, let’s just get this date over with,” He grumbled under his breath, grabbing your hand and trying to find a table to sit at. “I’d rather be anywhere else than with you.”

Ouch.

You were to marry this man who had no love or remorse for the sharp actions and words he throws at you. You were to marry this man who couldn’t at least give you the time of day and pretend to love you. You were to marry this man against your will because you couldn’t find love fast enough. For your rich family, that is.

You came from a family of money and business, and you never felt true affection or care or sometimes even love from them. Everything seemed to be for money for them all. And you felt nothing from him. Regardless if it was arranged, you would have hoped he’d come to love you and you, him.

But that never happened. He was just as heartless as them. And just as stuck up. Of all the ways you could find love, an arranged marriage just wasn’t one. But you didn’t stand the idea of disappointing your family, therefore you agreed and have regretted it deeply since.

You ignored his last comment and looked around for a table to sit at while he dramatically tried to compose himself. A hostess who was at the front of the restaurant asked if you’d like a table for two, you nodded weakly and followed her, ushering for your fiancé to follow you and not just stand there.

You thanked the hostess as she gave you two menus and sat down with your fiancé, not paying him a glance, and looked straight at the menu. He grunted and grabbed his menu, skimming through it with disinterest.

“Why’d you pick this restaurant?” He raised a brow as he looked through the menu. “Looks cheap if you ask me.”

“I have a friend who recommended it,” You stated weakly, lying. “And it has really good reviews.”

“Let’s just hope it’s decent, I’m not here to waste my time on shit food—!”

“Hello!” A voice from behind his seat interrupted, causing you to look up and meet the kind eyes with a small notebook in hand. “Welcome to Onigiri Miya! I’m Osamu. Can I take yer order?”

“Hi! Um—!” You opened your mouth, lightly stuttering, to greet the man and unfortunately getting cut off short.

“No, can’t you see we’re still looking?” Your fiancé interrupted you harshly, taking the waiter by surprise.

You’re to marry a man with no manners.

“S-Sorry,” You stuttered, gulping and giving the man standing a weak smile. “What he meant was we just came in. So maybe a few more minutes, if that’s okay?”

“Oh alright, no worries,” Osamu smiled back at you, eyes crinkling as he retreated, ignoring the rude tone your fiancé grumbled. “Let me know when yer ready to order then!”

“Thank you... Osamu,” You gave him another weak smile as he walked away, immediately fading when you met your fiancé’s annoyed expression at the fact you stated his first name as if he wasn’t a stranger.

“First name basis with a stranger? Pathetic,” He muttered under his breath, flipping through the menu.

“I know you’re forced to be here. Trust me, I’d also rather be anywhere than with you. But it wouldn’t kill you to be nice, especially since that waiter was being nice,” You stated with annoyance in your features, causing him to scoff and turn back to the menu in his hands.

In all honesty, you chose this place to dine at because you’ve happened to walk by it a couple of times when getting back from work. By yourself. You’d been walking past it for a couple of months, but never actually came in to try it. It looked popular and busy on the daily, so it must mean the food is good.

So today was the day you walked by it in the afternoon and decided it would be nice to go for dinner here. If you’re going to be forced to date a man you hate, at least have some good food while doing it. And for some reason, you felt like it would be a good choice.

“Whatever, it’s his job to be nice,” He scoffed, putting the menu down. “Are you ready to order?”

“Not yet,” You stated softly as you looked over the menu. You were actually starving, and you weren’t sure if only one thing on the menu would satisfy you. Your eyes danced over the options that sounded delicious and picked out what you were going to order.

“Hurry it up, I have to get home so I can finish up the paperwork for tomorrow’s promotional video,” He rolls his eyes, adjusting his coat. “Advertising shit for even shittier volleyball players takes up half my time, aside from wasting moments like this.”

“Okay, I’m ready,” You looked up from the menu, choosing to ignore his final sentence. He really has no filter, even in public. If anyone’s the piece of shit here, it’s him.

He motioned carelessly for Osamu as he had just finished handing an order for customers in the back. He waved back, saying he’ll be right there.

“I don’t get why you complain so much,” You rolled your eyes. “If you hate working there so much, then quit.”

“Quit? You still don’t get it?” He scoffed. “I actually have to work hard to provide for the both of us when we’re married, you’re the one complaining here, woman. Not understanding how men have to work hard to provide for you women.”

“I don’t need you to provide anything for me. I have a perfectly stable income, I don’t need you,” You state bitterly, quietly as you see Osamu approach the table with his small notebook.

“Then why are you marrying me, huh?” He mocked, chuckling. “Stable income, my ass. Having rich parents isn’t a stable income. They’ll cut you off one day. Why’d you think they chose me? I’m successful, and you’re not.”

This statement was unlike any of the harsh remarks he’s thrown at you. His words stung because of his power dynamic and clearly sexist standards in the arranged relationship. It hurt because part of it was true, you had relied on your parents up until now— when you’re supposed to marry a self-centered bastard with an ego so far up his ass he doesn’t even know how to properly talk to a woman. With manners. It hurt because you couldn’t answer why you married him.

You agreed to marry him to at least show some form of gratitude to your parents. As if it’s the price you pay, a price owed for raising you in a nice home with things that were shiner than everyone else’s. But you’d always had a modest and kind heart that was never affected by the money. But the money had got to their heads, and clearly, to this bastard that you’re supposed to marry.

You’d like to say you’re successful in your own way. Despite working for your father’s company just because he’s your father as if you can’t find another job of your own. You’d like to say you’re successful because despite the emotional damage they’ve put you through, you stay standing. And you felt like a part of you was weak, when in reality you weren’t. You were strong and you just needed someone to help you see that aside from yourself.

“What will ya be havin’ today?” Osamu approached your table with a smile once more, and for some reason, his presence alone helped ease your emotions and the tension you’d been trying to rid of all night.

“I’ll just have curry and the deep-fried Basa rice, no drink on that,” Your fiancé stated in a bored expression, handing Osamu the menu in an almost aggressive manner. Osamu raised a brow before nodding and turning to look at you.

You bit your lip as you wondered whether or not you should just order the amount you originally wanted. It’s just that everything looked so good on the menu and you just couldn’t choose! You were starving. And the food around you smelled appetizing and absolutely ravishing. Besides, you could always take whatever leftovers remain to-go and you could eat it at home later.

“Um,” You smiled shyly before putting the menu on the table, ready to list out what you’d like to order. “I’d like to order some pork Katsu rice with cream of corn crab soup. As well as fried tuna dumplings and your onigiri special. With Jasmine tea.”

Osamu was about to nod with a soft smile and ask if you’d like anything else before your fiancé burst out laughing in a quiet tone, but can still be heard if people were looking.

“You’re gonna eat all of that?” He chuckled in a preposterously loud tone, causing your smile to fall. “By yourself? No wonder that dress fits you less than it did before.”

You were fuming, you were practically ready to stand on the balls of your feet and turn your heels and walk the fuck out, and never see him again. But how come pride, in the most awful sense, causes you to try and chuckle awkwardly— pretending to laugh along with the venomous words.

You failed to make it sound genuine, though, as Osamu’s smile fell. He didn’t even know you, but his fists clenched as he saw how you pretended to find the harsh words funny.

“You can order whatever ya’d like, sweetheart,” Osamu stated, smiling and causing your fiancé to stop laughing all of a sudden, turning towards Osamu with eyes widened with rage bubbling in them.

You blushed at the kind nickname Osamu referred to you as, encouraging you to order to your heart’s desire.

“Oi! That’s my fiancé, don’t call her that,” Your fiancé spit, eyes widening when Osamu completely ignores him and shoots you a kind smile, once more. Especially softening when you smile back in gratitude. He could tell this wasn’t a position you’d rather be in.

You’re to marry this son of a bitch? Just who were you to allow an average-looking man to talk to you, absolutely beautiful and innocently sweet? Surely, you must know your worth. There was more than that to you. You’d have to have a reason to marry a dickhead like that and let him speak to you that way.

It was a moment that caused you to pique Osamu’s interest and curiosity from now on.

“Can I get ya anything else?” Osamu brought up, ignoring your fiancé’s shocked expression, smiling at you when you smiled back shyly in gratitude.

“N-No, that’s all,” You grinned, shaking your head. “Thank you.”

“No problem, I’ll be out with yer order soon!” Osamu waved and walked back to the counter, handing your order list to the cooks in the back.

“Can you believe that guy?” Your fiancé grumbled, turning to you and crossing his arms over his chest. “Absolutely disrespectful. I might just have to speak to the manager about him.”

You ignored his statement as you looked past the line of cooks and at the boy with the cap, talking to the rest of the staff with a kind smile. Osamu, huh?

Thank you, Osamu.

You basically sat in awkward silence, which didn’t faze your fiancé at all since he clearly was preoccupying his time by sending business emails or texting other people on his phone. Rather than talk to you, at the very least.

He’s not even trying. Not bothering to in the slightest.

You look up when an overwhelming scent of the hot soup you ordered fills your senses, watching Osamu approach your table with both your and your fiancé’s orders on a large platter with one hand, placing your hot tea down on your table with the other.

“Alright! Curry with deep-fried Basa rice,” He said, placing the meal your fiancé ordered and turning to you with a smile, eyes crinkling once more. “And pork Katsu rice, cream of corn soup with crab, fried tuna dumplings, and onigiri with Jasmine tea for the pretty lady.”

Your face flushed in pink and your lips parted, shyly, at the little compliment Osamu called you as he dipped his head closer to yours, placing your orders at your side, and looking up; from under the cap he was wearing, meeting your eyes with a smile that looked daring and kind all at once. His gaze in yours allowed your heart to race as if he was looking at you with an intensity that meant to say something after he said Pretty. Did you even look pretty with your hair messed up from the rain? You thought, shaking your head mentally, ready to thank Osamu when your fiancé just had to act out again.

“Enjoy yer meal—!”

“Pretty girl? Seriously? You don’t take your job seriously, man?” Your fiancé retorted, looking at Osamu with annoyance. “Flirting with my woman in front of me?”

“I do take my job seriously sir,” Osamu blankly stated, still looking into your eyes, not bothering to spare him a glance. “I also suggest lowering yer voice, ‘cause ya don’t wanna disturb my other customers.”

Your fiancé’s mouth was agape at Osamu’s words. You resisted the urge to chuckle at his shocked face.

“Your customers?! Just who do you think you are—!” Your fiancé paused, looking at Osamu more closely and his eyes widening, expressions flooding with some kind of realization. “Wait a damn minute, you look oddly familiar…”

“Enjoy the food!” Osamu exclaimed, ignoring him once more, and turning back to you with a smile. “Let me know if I can get ya anything else, hm?”

“Yeah yeah,” Your fiancé grumbled as if Osamu was speaking to him. You were slightly taken back when Osamu shot you a quick wink before walking away. Nodding when he was out of sight.

“Can you believe that guy? I will definitely speak to his manager after this, flirting with you right in front of me.”

“You’re the one who insulted me in front of him,” You scoffed, taking your fork out of the rolled napkin.

“Oh, so you’re gonna let some minimum-wage paid waiter defend you? How low, even for you!” Your fiancé chuckled, mocking your tone.

You almost felt your eyes swell with tears, but you chose to just close your mouth with a neutral expression that felt nothing. Even the slightest heartbeat from hearing a kind and handsome waiter

Unbeknownst to you, the blue eyes stared softly at your sad expression from across the restaurant.

You thanked the gods for the silence that followed as soon as you dug in. You hoped that even the man you’re out on a date with couldn’t ruin the taste and exploding flavor from the dishes you ordered.

You hummed in content as you devoured the onigiri in bigger bites than usual, savoring the taste as you paired it with the creamy crab soup. You couldn’t help but feel joy at the ravishing dishes this restaurant had to offer. Perhaps it was the fact that at least the waiter of this restaurant was the only man that was kind to you tonight— or that the onigiri had its own signature flavor, being the restaurant’s pride and joy. You had already eaten the fried tuna dumplings and your rice, saving the best for last. The floral taste of the jasmine tea adds to the heavenly taste. You couldn’t help but feel like if his gentle touch handing you the food might have added to the sweetness of it all.

“Could you eat any more?” Your fiancé scowls in disgust. “Might as well order the whole menu while you’re at it!”

He laughed at his own harsh words, thinking he’s funny with his jokes. His words caused you to experience a sinking feeling in your stomach, dropping your spoon back into the half-full soup bowl, sinking into the creamy delight. And you were just starting to enjoy everything you thought this night would have in store for you. He couldn’t let you fucking live, for fuck’s sake. Though no one is laughing, certainly not you and certainly not the boy with a scrunched up and pissed off expression hooded under the cap he was wearing who just managed to hear what your fiancé said as he approached your table.

Osamu wanted to say something and pour the hot kettle of Jasmine tea over his filthy head that he thought he’d come over to you to refill if you’d like. The kettle shook in his hand, he was seriously debating it.

Instead, he chose to walk past your fiancé and stand in front of you, hiding your view from him.

“Would ya like a refill on the tea, sweetheart?” Osamu asked softly, looking at your empty cup of tea.

It would be nice…

“Oh, I-I’m good. Thank you, though—!” You smiled weakly with a faint blush at the nickname he called you again, shaking your hand but, once again, getting cut short.

“OI!” Your fiancé exclaimed, catching the attention of the table next to yours. “I thought I told you to quit with that. Have you no manners?”

“I’m afraid I should be asking you that,” Osamu stood up straight by your side, dark eyes boring into your fiancé’s. “Is that any way to talk to a woman?”

Your heart hammered in your chest. You didn’t want him to cause a scene. Please. Anything but a scene in public. You couldn’t take it anymore. You just wanted some good food and to go home. You didn’t want shit to worsen your night than it already had.

“Who the hell are you to tell me how to talk to a woman!?” Your fiancé yelled, causing even people in the back to turn and look at your trouble, you looked down in embarrassment, just praying for him to shut the fuck up.

“A man with decent manners…?” Osamu raised a brow as he nodded his head towards you, causing your fiancé to scoff. “Can’t ya see she’s tired of yer bullshit?”

“Bullshit?!” Your fiancé exclaimed in bewilderment.

“Yeah,” Osamu leaned forward, smirking, causing your eyes to widen and oddly for you to rub your thighs under the material of your dress together. “Everythin’ ya said was bullshit. Yer out with a real beauty at this ‘cheap’ restaurant, and ya don’t even have the fuckin’ balls to talk to her like a real man.”

Osamu seemed to have heard everything. He was so far away at some of these moments, how could he have heard?

“Who are you talking to me about my own relationship? I’m a rich and successful man around here. And I could very well sue this establishment!”

“Oh really? Because the shit ya said tonight doesn’t even make ya a man,” Osamu chuckled, both eyebrows raised in amusement. Your eyes widen at the comments Osamu keeps retorting, you were fighting the urge to laugh along with him, but you could only blush under the many eyes of this restaurant now staring at the loud commotion your fiancé is making. “Can’t expect me to take the shit comin’ out of yer mouth seriously.”

Your fiancé scrunched his brows together both in frustration and question. It was like he’s trying to figure out who Osamu was. He looked up and his eyes widened in realization.

“You’re Miya Atsumu’s twin brother!” Your fiancé pointed out, chuckling awkwardly. “I sincerely apologize for the way I treated this establishment as it’s in his name. I work for the Japanese Volleyball Association and Sports Promotion Division. I worked with Atsumu once on an advertisement. Forgive my words, if I hadn’t known—!”

Osamu raised a brow and chuckled darkly as he crossed his arms over his chest. You sat next to his standing figure feeling as if you couldn’t do anything to shut that man up. But Osamu was just thinking about how you could be with someone as fake and pathetic as him.

Exactly what does this man offer to you for you to stay through toxic shit like that? What does this man offer to you, that Osamu could offer over a hundred ways more than to make you happy? To make you feel so good about yourself in every which way that’ll leave you seeing stars from euphoria. Osamu could only scoff at the fact this man even exists to hurt you. No woman, especially a woman so mesmerizing in beauty and adorning features, kind and as humble as you should ever be treated like that. And he was willing to prove that. Even if you were a stranger he met only an hour ago.

“What does my brother have to do with the way you’re treatin’ this place like it’s below you? Or the way yer talkin’ to her?” Osamu laughed at your fiancé’s pathetic response. Your fiancé was taken back by his response, expecting something else.

“I just mean your brother is an important and outstanding athletic figure in Japan, it’s awfully tasteless of me to speak to any person working at his establishment in this way, Osamu-san.”

“Oh-ho? Ya switchin’ up that quick just ‘cause of my brother, sir?” Osamu raised a brow, fighting the urge to laugh again but choosing against it. Instead, choosing to humiliate him. “And on a first-name basis with a stranger? How pathetic.”

Your fiancé’s eyes widened once more, rage evident on his features, he looked about ready to swing his arm at Osamu, if it weren’t for his co-worker stepping in suddenly between his standing figure and your fiancé’s. You could only find yourself subconsciously smiling at Osamu’s words with a faint blush and light tears staining your cheeks.

It hurt that no one had ever been this kind and sweet to you without expecting much back. It hurts that a mere stranger you met only an hour ago at a local restaurant has shown you more affection than anyone had in your entire life. A stranger who turned the night around by making you feel better about yourself than when you had walked in. A stranger who practically spelled out for you through the dishes he served, that you should strive to find better taste in the little things in life.

And that includes the bastard you were seriously going to marry, causing a commotion at what was supposed to be a calm and normal date.

“Something the matter, sir? Customers are complaining,” Osamu’s co-worker walked up to your table. Osamu turned and smiled at his co-worker.

“Unfortunately, yeah. There is somethin’ wrong with this man.” Osamu laughed, turning to face your fiancé. “Nothin’ we can do about it though, some are just born this way.”

“You got some nerve speaking to me this way!” Your fiancé scowled, offense way past his limit. “I could very well get your brother fired, ruin his career and this restaurant! Watch your—!”

“Yer switchin’ up on me again, sir? Didn’t ya say ya were gonna sue me earlier?” Osamu smirked, whistling. “Like hell, you could. I bet yer the least paid employee at the company. My brother could ruin yer sappy career, not the other way around. But whatever ya say.”

Your mouth was parted nearly the entire time, your cheeks flushing in crimson by now at the warmth emitting from this restaurant and Osamu’s words. His confidence added to just how attractive he seemed to get to you, the longer you’re sat so close to his thigh and arms that just oozed power the more your fiancé thought he did something. You lick your lips in anticipation at what else Osamu could say. It may have been weird to get aroused by the idea of him defending you and speaking for you in such a dominant tone that set the upper hand here. You rubbed your thighs as you let your gaze trail over his pecs and biceps bulging in his black shirt. Your cheeks were getting more red by the minute, but you couldn’t care.

Fuck, how is he so hot? And respectful?!

“I will not be tolerating this behavior! I need to have a word with your manager!” Your fiancé smacked the table with his fist.

“Our manager’s out for the night,” Osamu fakely pouted at his pathetic anger. He really was fake. “But I’m afraid I won’t be toleratin’ yer behavior any longer. Itsuki-kun, if ya would be so kind as to escort this ‘gentleman’ out of the restaurant and to his car after he pays? I’d be really grateful to ya.”

“Of course, sir!” Itsuki nodded and walked over to your fiancé’s side, motioning for him to get up so they take their leave. “Please pay up so I can escort you to your car.”

You were surprised to see how the staff would obey Osamu as if he were the manager or something since he clearly had the upper hand here. He also would hand the orders to the cooks and walk around and make sure everyone was finding everything alright, besides being a waiter or a server. He would even stand to make conversation as if he wasn’t running on a time limit. You had a feeling he had more authority over here somehow, especially since your fiancé mentioned his brother who the restaurant might be for or owned by. That could do with it.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Your fiancé scoffed as he took out his wallet and placed the bill from the receipt Osamu had already put thereafter he brought out your meals, groaning as he stood up, sending a glare towards you as he motioned for you to get up as well. “Leave the food, we’re leaving!”

Your heart sank as you realized the night had to end in such a humiliating way. It was nice while it lasted, you frowned, grabbing your purse from your side of the chair and turning around to get up when Osamu placed his hand gently on your shoulder, shaking his head and smiling before turning to look at your fiancé whose eyes were wide with anger and surprise.

“Oh, she can’t leave now! Especially not with you,” Osamu chuckled, his hand still warm on your shoulder. “The pretty lady hasn’t had dessert yet! But don’t worry, sir, I’ll make sure she gets somethin’ just as sweet as her… And just as tasty, I bet.”

The moment those words slipped out of Osamu’s lips, he turned to smile innocently at you, hand squeezing your shoulder in assurance. As if the last sentence wasn’t suggestive enough to cause you to lick your lips and fist-clutch your dress at your thighs squeezing together. He had one hell of a good effect on you. You stare at Osamu towering over you in awe and gratitude, ignoring your fiancé’s yells as background noise when this moment just revolved around him and you, mostly around him being so kind and attentive to your needs tonight.

Wasn’t the night even supposed to be over? Why did he ask you to stay? Especially after all the crap your fiancé pulled at the restaurant, disrespecting Osamu and everyone else working tonight.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Osamu looked into your eyes with nothing but soft sincerity in his voice, fingers rubbing your collarbone, causing shivers to run down your spine at his gentle touch.

“Y-Yeah! I…” You blush, not sure what to say since you were left speechless by Osamu. You were so grateful, you didn’t really know how to thank him, and at this point, you felt small tears stinging your eyes. “Thank you, you’re so kind. I’m sorry for the way he acted, I didn’t mean—!”

“Don’t apologize for that dickhead,” Osamu bluntly stated, smiling, causing your lips to lift in a small smile. “Ya did nothing wrong, pretty girl. It should have been him who shoulda genuinely apologized, not fakin’ one just for the sake of knowin’ my brother.”

“I know,” You smiled weakly. “But that was still ill-mannered of him and I didn’t mean to cause any commotion at—!”

“Sweetheart,” Osamu interrupted you softly, leaning over closer to your face, but not to the point of making you uncomfortable. In fact, doing the complete opposite by calming you down with his kind gaze. “I said don’t apologize.”

You didn’t know why you immediately obeyed what he said under his dominant gaze over your own. You felt like entirely doing whatever he wished due to the fact he was so kind to you tonight.

So you stayed quiet.

“Now,” Osamu clasped his hands, his smile still gentle, turning to call over someone. “Himiko-chan!”

“Yes, Osamu-kun?” The hostess from earlier walking over to where Osamu ushered for her.

“Could ya grab me one of the dessert menus for the pretty lady?” He asked with a smile, Himiko nodding before sauntering away to grab a dessert menu for you.

Osamu turns to you and smiles for the hundredth time tonight, grabbing the menu from Himiko as she walked back and handed him one. Osamu chuckled at your nervous state before handing you the dessert menu.

“It’s q-quite alright, you don’t have to do this, Osamu-san!” You shook your hands frantically, honestly feeling like a burden.

“Yer right, I don’t have to do this,” Osamu shrugged, causing you to frown for a split moment. “I’d really like to do this.”

Your lips parted and your cheeks turned red for the hundredth time tonight as well, nodding sheepishly and relaxing under Osamu’s gaze and whole-hearted smile. He was being so sweet… in so many ways that you’re truly not sure how to thank him.

You looked down at your purse and cursed mentally at the fact you chose not to bring your wallet since you were assured your fiancé would pay for dinner. And since he left…

“Actually, I’m sorry but I misplaced my wallet since he paid for my dinner, so I really can’t...” You trail off, frowning at the inconvenience. However, looking up in surprise when Osamu chuckles softly at your words.

“I didn’t say ya had to pay,” Osamu chuckled at your flustered state, causing you to part your lips once more in surprise. “It’s on the house, pretty girl.”

“I…” You trailed off, flushed and taken back by all his actions. “But how can you—?”

Osamu sighed as he sat down across from your curious gaze at the table, resting his cheek onto his hand as he tilted his head at you.

“How?” Osamu grinned as he repeated your innocent question, you nodding, waiting for him to answer.

“I’m the owner of the restaurant, sweetheart.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE | did yalls kitty get a heartbeat from the last sentence or just me? ajhfgshg (´♡‿♡`) ANYWAYS, i'm so excited for this mini-series, i hope you enjoyed this first part, bae! the second part is when shit gets real spicy in flavor and in content (¬▽¬ ) as you saw in the warnings hehe. n' feel free to send an ask letting me know what you thought & let's chat! ( ^-^ )♡

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kadota: to disappear, vanish; to get/be lost, be missing; to fade

pairing: sakusa x reader

genre: angst to fluff—exes to lovers

word count: 1.6k

a/n: here’s me back with another drabble that turned into a short fic. based on the headcanon that omi has rich ass parents that are kinda selfish

You walk up to your door with a scowl on your face. Work was rough, and the day had been long, dragging by as though the seconds themselves were hours. The scene of your ex boyfriend who tore your heart to shreds standing there, timidly, vulnerable, was the icing on the cake. You scoff at his audacity.

“Hi, y/n,” he whispers.

Maybe if you pretend he’s not there, he’ll go away. With a roll of your eyes, you ignore him, taking out your keys to open your door, stopping when a hand shakily plants itself on your wrist.

Sakusa has been waiting at your door since ten minutes before you come home from work.

He knows this is the only way to catch you.

He’s grown tired of his lips trembling every time you decline his calls, he’s learned over the course of the last few weeks he doesn’t handle rejection very well. He hates that he’s ruined something so pure, but he supposes it couldn’t have been helped.

He’s a product of his past, after all, an unwavering view instilled in him for years on end that love wasn’t meant for him. It wasn’t meant for his grandparents, nor his parents, nor even his siblings, and he was quite sure he wasn’t any different. 

Yet he couldn’t deny that what he felt for you couldn’t be anything but love. But he knew that the home he’d found in you would inevitably crumble, and to shield his heart, he did the only logical thing.

Walk away.

But Sakusa’s done some growing in the last few weeks, he’s changed himself to be better for you, and he’s found the flaws in his views. He’s still scared, incredibly so, but he’s found that navigating through the dark thoughts of his mind without your hand to hold is even scarier. He now knows that love’s not something that’s granted, it’s earned, and nothing is earned by giving up.

His new found fear now, however, is that you’ve given up on him.

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