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sunasbabie · 22 hours ago

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OH MY GOD IM SO EXCITED!!!!!

THEY BETTER ANIMATE NARUMI WELL RHIS TIME AROUND CAUSE HE LOOKED UGLY IN THE LAST EP OF SEASON 1 😭

#.txt #im so excited for next month cause there’s so much new anime and season 2 that are so cute

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sunasbabie · 3 days ago

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there were times where suna has been desperately in need for your touch. all the whining, the smacking, and never ending glances from your boyfriend doesn’t stop you from giving him what he needs. he always gets what he wants.

well, except for the fact that you decided to hurt his feelings today.

“y/nnn, please hold my hand” suna lowly whines over your ear. the action shivers your spine yet you continued to ignore him, your attention remains through the screen of your phone.

he furrows his eyebrows with a groan. “i know you’re doing this on purpose.”

“rin, be quiet.”

“i won’t until you hold my hand.”

“you’re already holding mine.”

“yeah, but it doesn’t change the fact that your hand looks limp against mine.” he groans once again, “stop being a brat and hold my hand.”

“no.”

“why????” he whines, almost in the midst of throwing a tantrum. you swore you saw a short pout over his features.

the sight surprises you, suna is adorably acting like a literal child. it was never a sight to anyone how he’s portraying his feelings since he’s been expressionless and stoic most of the time.

you chuckle, you’re so going to tell this to the whole team.

that is, until your thoughts are cut off by the shivers running down your spine, this time, in a threatening way.

you turn your head to the side, facing suna who is staring down at you with a sharp gaze. his eyes stating as if you’re going to be shed down to the ground if you don’t do anything.

“hold my hand or i’ll die”, he threatens.

you scoff, “you’re being dramatic.”

even with your words said, you decided to finally hold his hand, fortunately for him. your fingers locks against his properly, comfortably. you chuckle when you felt his grip tightening over yours.

“what a baby.”

he muttered, “shut up.”

#.recs

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sunasbabie · 3 days ago

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“i didn’t know i was coming to this college trip with you.” atsumu tells you, a grin on his face as his hand meets his hip.

you raise a brow, “what?”

you and your class are going away for four days for a museum trip a few miles outside the city, and you argue that packing your clothes would be much easier if you’ve done it alone, but atsumu’s always begged to differ that it’s better when you two do it together.

and that brings the two of you here now; piles of clothes surrounding you both as you fold and he packs — and it’d be a flawless system only if he wasn’t so insistent on choosing the clothes you bring for you.

“you’re not coming with me to the trip.” you titter, waving him off as you continue folding.

he crosses his arms, rolling his eyes, and he walks around you, reaching into your luggage and pulling out something you’ve thrown in.

he scoffs, “then why’d ya secretly pack my gray sweater?”

you scratch your cheek, “oh, how’d that get in there?”

and atsumu furrows his brows, his voice raising mildly as it laces with a restricted laugh, he tells you, “don’t lie! — yer so not bringing this!”

you frown, “but it gets cold in the city, give it!”

the infamous gray sweater that he’s had since you both were in high school — it has his last name embroidered on it, and it’s loose on you both, but you only argue that that’s a part of it’s charm.

you’ve worn that sweater on so many occasions now; and there’s nothing more atsumu loves than seeing you in it, but no way is he letting you take it away from him for four days.

you take it from atsumu’s grip, running around the bed to create some distance from him, and you yelp when he tries to run after you.

“it literally says ‘miya’, its mine!” he yells, trying to chase you in the isolated space, but fortunately, you’re quicker than him.

you yell back, “news flash, i’m miya too!”

and atsumu smiles, but he doesn’t let that get the better of him. he might’ve been your husband, but he’s not gonna let you win so easily.

“it looks better on me!” he tells you, pouncing as he reaches your collar, and he pulls, and you fall on your feet.

“says you!” your eyebrows furrow, “i wear it better!”

he keeps you on the floor, “it’s my sweater.”

you scoff, “what about the ‘what’s mine is yours’ crap you said in your vows huh? was that a lie?”

and he laughs, clipped and short, “but i love this sweater.”

and you smile, “yeah well, i’m the one wearing the ring.”

atsumu has his hands on your waist, tight and careful to not let you go, and the two of you sit on the floor - casually close.

the sweater is out of hands now, somewhere on the hardwood floor, but it’s out of your concern when atsumu’s just so close to you, and you don’t know if you ever want him to be further away.

the two of you sit, breathless and panting from the running and chasing, and it’s suddenly silent, but there’s remnants of laughter in the air here and there, and it feels exactly like home.

he smells like the sun and yesterday’s cologne.

you push his hair away from his face, “tell me to stay.”

and he shakes his head, leaning in closer to you instead and he uses his arms around you to pull you closer too.

“tell me to ditch the trip.” you tell him again, deciding that four days without him would be four days too long.

and atsumu says, “you’ll regret it if ya don’t go.”

he tells you this, even if he doesn’t want you to leave, even if he knows that by the second you’re gone, he’ll go back to wishing you stayed, and he tells you this because he knows you well.

“i know,” you smile, and you laugh, “but it’s four days, that’s like enough time for me to fall in love with someone else.”

and atsumu grins, “how could ya when ya know i’m waiting for ya here?”

“cheesy.” you reply, laughing with him.

the two of you stay on the floor, and you let him kiss you when he finally leans in closer.

atsumu really likes kissing you, if he could; he’d do it all the time, for every second of every day.

you pull away, “i promise i won’t fall in love with someone else if you let me bring your gray sweater.”

atsumu has no worries with you falling in love with someone else, he trusts you as much as he knows you, and even if you do (fall for someone else) he’ll win you back without hesitation.

stars in his eyes, hands on your hands, he kisses you again, his finger tracing along your ring, and he smiles against your mouth.

he grins, “i know yer only taking that one because it smells like me.”

#.recs

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sunasbabie · 3 days ago

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atsumu’s not going to college.

it’s not what he wants, and it’s not a requirement for his plans for the future. he has a one track road set for going pro in the volleyball industry, and he has no plans for detours slowing him down.

that was always “the plan”, and you were not part of it — you were always going to college, and you were going to spend the full time there making sure your future’s on the right track.

that’s why he broke up with you.

the two years he spent with you throughout high school gone down the drain the second he decided this would be better for him — and he feels like he’s wrong, because he still checks on you when you’re not looking — but atsumu’s dead set on the fact that he’ll only slow you down if he kept you with him.

or so, until now.

“atsumu, it’s two in the morning.” you tell him, your yawns coming in a drip drop motion as you try to understand what he’s doing in front of you right now.

it’s been two weeks since you last saw him — two weeks since the breakup — two weeks of no calls, texts or even acknowledgements from in between classes or study halls.

but now he’s here, standing on your doorstep, and you’re not really sure if you want him to be.

atsumu tells you, “i have a solution.”

“it’s two in the morning.” you remind him again.

and he only repeats, “i have a solution.”

your eyebrows furrow, “do you want to come inside?”

“no,” he shakes his head, his nose red from the cold, and he tells you, “you have to listen to me.”

you bring your arms up to your chest, not feeling so warm yourself, and you hate that he chose to do on the coldest night of the month.

you tell him, “i can listen to you inside.”

and he only replies, “i have a solution.

and you frown, “so we’re not going inside.”

you have no idea what he’s talking about, all you know is that you’re still upset with him for ghosting you right after breaking up with you, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive him for that yet.

you sigh, “why are you here?”

and he nods, “because i can get a job — i’ll work on the volleyball thing most hours of the day — but whenever i’m free, i can take shifts in the local café near your campus.”

you cut him off, “wait — my campus?”

“yeah,” atsumu nods, “i checked, and they have an opening and i can totally get a job there.”

atsumu? with a job? at a cafe? you can’t even put it to words, but you’re unsure when he visited your campus, unsure why he’s even doing all this in the first place.

“a job?” you raise a brow, “why do you need a job?”

atsumu ignores your question, shivering as the cold hits him, his breath turning white as it leaves his mouth, and he continues, in a frantic fit, “i have a car, it’s for my 20th birthday but my dad agreed he can give it to me early — and i have a lot saved up so there’s that for an apartment too.”

you’ve never seen atsumu be so nervous, you’ve seen him before his games and after his losses, but he’s never looked like this — never looked so worried.

“slow down.” you break through his endless string of sentences, your eyebrows furrowing as you’re still so confused and lost of what’s going on, and you say, “it’s two am.”

atsumu doesn’t respond.

you touch his arm, “have you slept?”

he feels silly — this is the first time you’ve seen him in two weeks and he must look insane to you already. he doesn’t care, he’s tired, he misses you, he’s been missing you for two weeks, and he hasn’t stopped.

atsumu looks at you, “i don’t want to break up with you.”

you stare back at him, blinking profusely as if trying to make of the situation, and your heart softens as easily as it leaps — because you didn’t want to break up with him either.

he still looks frantic, like he’s a second away to pull his hair out, and you’d offer to let him inside the house one more time, but you’ve got a strong feeling that he’d just say no again.

“i have the place, the car, the job — you have college and i’ll have my volleyball — and i know this isn’t what we planned, but i have the solution and i really think we can make this work.” atsumu tells you all of this, a straight (frantic) tone coming through his words, he catches his breath, and he’s ready to talk to you again.

but your eyes are gentle, “what are you talking about?”

he looks at you, like he’s nervous to be looking at you, a huge lump in his throat the he needs to be swallowing down soon since he’s gone too long without speaking — and he’s nervous, because this situation earns him every right to be nervous.

he’s only 20, unsure of every decision he’s making towards his future, but he’s just spent the last two weeks without you, and the first real thing he’s realized is that there’d be nothing worse than that.

the night is cold.

atsumu stares, “will you marry me?”

#i still think abt this from time to time #.recs

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sunasbabie · 3 days ago

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