#Member Miya

[plagalkey]

ENERGETIC ⚡️

you make me feel so high

[ggukkiedae]

notes: WELCOME HOME JIN! (dialogue written in italics are spoken in english)

setting: june 12, 2024

word count: 582

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Yoonmi nervously looked at the five members surrounding her, all talking among themselves. Multiple conversations were happening, and she was fairly sure Taehyung was on the brink of taking Namjoon’s saxaphone from him and playing it himself when she felt someone poke her side.

Her head turned to look at the culprit, only to find Jungkook giving her a pointed look.

“Yoons,” he dragged out the end of the nickname, “you’ve got to relax. It’s not like you haven’t seen Jin hyung on his breaks or visited him at camp.”

“This is different,” she huffed at her fellow maknae. “This time, there’s no time limit. There are no military duties to uphold. There are no proper measures to follow just to see him. He’s gonna be back. For real. And it’s the start of all of you coming back.”

He gave her a smile, something she was sure was the rare sight of Jungkook and her having a serious and heartfelt moment in front of others. That wasn’t the case.

Her yelp caught the attention of the four other boys with them, making them turn to see Jungkook pulling Yoonmi into a headlock.

Jimin and Hoseok immediately started laughing and pulled out their phones to take photos and videos, while Namjoon and Taehyung just smiled.

“Yoongi hyung’s gonna feel so bad he missed this,” Jimin snickered.

Just then, the sound of camera shutters called their attention. All six members stopped what they were doing and turned to see Seokjin stepping out of the camp’s gate.

Yoonmi watched, a small smile on her face as her members approached their eldest enthusiastically, letting herself fall behind. A laugh escaped her upon Namjoon’s saxaphone playing not stopping at all once he’s gotten his Jin hug. Her laughed called the attention of the day’s star.

Her smile grew nervous as Seokjin approached her, his tall figure towering over her yet still remaining a comforting presence rather than an imposing one.

Seokjin straightened into a salute, the only thing off about his posture was his head tilted downwards at her, maintaining eye contact.

“Sergeant Kim Seok Jin reporting the successful completion of his compulsory military enlistment to Bang Yoonmi, otherwise known as Kim Yoonmi.” His serious expression slowly grew into a smile once he said her name. “I’m happy to report I came out safe and healthy, as promised.”

Yoonmi grinned at him before launching herself to hug him. Seokjin immediately broke his salute and caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“You’re back,” she whispered to him, “finally! For real!”

He nodded as she made to pull out of the hug. He gently placed her back on the ground and looked at the other members.

“It’s a start,” he pinched her cheek and waved at the reporters as they started walking. “Now, I hope you won’t have any friends over tonight. I’ve already told the other six that we’re all sleeping over at yours to pry your tour details out of you.”

“And we will get the setlist by tonight if it’s the last thing I do,” Jungkook interjected.

She laughed and looked at the six boys in front of her and thought of Yoongi waiting for them back in the Hybe building.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way… Aside from the setlist. That way I can guarantee all seven of you are there!”

But it was unspoken between all of them. They wouldn’t miss her opening od her first solo tour for anything.

[kitas10000thgrainofrice]

kita walking on the court saying “you guys don’t have to be on guard im just a substitute” is so rude like bffr you’ve been a whole adult since age four of course karasuno was worried theyre children

[zentriii]

Kiyoomi scrunches her nose. She’ll never get Motoya’s obsession with plants. It was fine when it was just succulents, those are easy enough to take care of, but flowers fucking reek.

It’s not a bad smell per say, but it’s stupidly strong in this shop, even with her mask up. They’re pretty at least, she’ll give them that.

She’s debating between the pretty blue flowers and the silly, warm yellow ones. Motoya should have never trusted her judgment, how’s she supposed to resist the urge to tease her for always being in a yellow coloured team? At least Kiyoomi can say she’s escaped it in the Black Jackals cause gold isn’t yellow.

“Is there anythin’ I can help you with?” A pretty blonde girl in a red apron asks. Kiyoomi nearly jumps out of her skin, where’d she come from?

“Um, can I get these?” Kiyoomi points at the two, ready to bolt out of here because Employee Girl is way too gorgeous for her to not make a fool out of herself. Her palms are sweaty and she’s so grateful her mask is covering half her face.

The girl leans in way too close to Kiyoomi’s space and reads the labels, “Cornflower and fressia? I can put them together for you but d’you wanna check out the white freesia’s instead? They’d be real pretty together.”

“Yeah, sure.” Kiyoomi could be asked for her credit card information right now and she’d hand it over no questions asked. What did she ask her for again?

“Great, they’re over this way.” Employee Girl walks away and what else is Kiyoomi supposed to do but follow?

The flowers they stop at all look the same to Kiyoomi but she holds her breath as the girl talks about a few different ones, pointing them out and saying stuff about how pretty things look prettier together. Her name tag reads “Miya O.” A pretty name for a pretty girl. She wonders what the O stands for.

“That sound good?”

Kiyoomi nods, Miya’s voice sounds great in fact.

“Well you’re in luck! We finished our orders for today so I can put it together for ya right now but please submit a request a few days in advance next time. We’re pretty busy during the afternoon so ya picked a decent time to come in.”

Miya picks a few different flowers and the blue ones from before – the cornflowers – and heads to the back. Kiyoomi wants to protest but she’s just a customer and Miya’s an employee doing her job.

Miya peeps her head out after closing the door. She bites her lip before calling out, “Can I ask ya for a favour?”

“Uh, sure.”

“If ya see a girl with my face try an’ clock in, tell her she’s s’pposed to be in bed right now. My sister’s a bit of a workaholic, I stole her name tag this mornin’ for her own good.”

She assumes Miya means that she’s a twin but that’s not fair to her at all. She’s just a girl. Kiyoomi only hopes she won’t have to see the two of them together. One pretty girl’s bad enough for her heart as is.

The time passes by in a blur. At one point she’s keeping a vague eye out for Miya’s clone to walk in while looking at the different flowers; the next she’s being given her bouquet, paying for it, and waving bye to the prettiest girl in the world.

Oh well, it’s not like she’s the main character in a yuri manga.

Kiyoomi drops off the flowers at Motoya’s. She’s supposedly too busy taking care of her sick girlfriends to make the trip herself. Kiyoomi wonders if that excuse is just bullshit since it’s been months and she’s still not met Osamu and Rin yet. Unfortunately, Motoya’s apartment’s stuffy and reeks of sickness so maybe there’s some truth to Motoya’s words.

Maybe.

“You got the flowers?” Motoya closes her room door behind her, thankfully right before a loud sneeze is released by one of her definitely real girlfriends. Well there goes that bet Kiyoomi had going with Yachi.

“Yeah, I still don’t get why you can’t have a normal hobby. These things die in like, a week.”

Motoya fusses over the flowers for a bit, making them nice and pretty in a clean vase that held her last bouquet. “One, Samu gets all blushy when I give her flowers and two, I just like them. It’s low stakes responsibility that forces me to have my shit together.”

Kiyoomi snorts. Motoya’s always had her shit together, even if it looks like a mess on the outside. Her cousin is one of the most ruthlessly competent people she knows.

“Hey Kiyo, where’d you get these by the way?” Motoya asks cutting the store tag off a stem.

“Doesn’t it say there?” Kiyoomi asks. “Miya’s Boutique I think.”

“Well whichever employee rang you up left you a little something.” Motoya tosses the label to her with a smug little smirk.

Kiyoomi wants to shove her hand into her face to wipe it off, but Motoya would lick her first and she doesn’t want to think about where her tongue’s been, sick partners or not.

She takes a look at the what Motoya meant and pretends like the name and numbers aren’t sending a rush of blood straight to her face. She carefully tucks it into a pocket while maintaining eye contact with her menace of a cousin. Motoya can smell the smallest twinge of embarrassment in a crowd and she is not to be trusted to mind her own business.

She laughs at nothing, like the airhead Kiyoomi’s always known her to be, but there’s something unsettling in the knowing glint in her eyes. Kiyoomi firmly ignores it: if it isn’t acknowledged, it isn’t real.

“Oh this is killing me, Kiyo you’ve gotta come over next week. Please I think I’ll die.” Motoya abandons her flowers in favour of hanging off of her arm and giving her stupid puppy eyes. “You can bring whoever left you their number. Actually, please bring them, you’ve gotta.”

Fuck, how’s Kiyoomi supposed to say no to her puppy eyes.

“Fine, but fat chance I bring her over.”

Motoya sniffs hautily, like Kiyoomi’s doing her a great disservice. “You’ll regret it.”

“Doubt it,” Kiyoomi sighs, hoping future-her doesn’t give in to Motoya’s ridiculous demands.

She leaves with a halfhearted wave, feeling preemptive disappointment in herself because she knows Motoya’s not going to let her go so easily. Whatever. She’s got better things to spend her energy on.

How many i's in a “hi” is too desperate to send?

[soukokuchild]

Time to put sakuatsu out of their misery (just for this chapter tho). Beware of the fluff (not only for this chapter)

[magolordidsomethingwrong]

read a translation of an interview miya just gave and now i’m filled with hatred once again. TWM EAT SHIT!! thank god the girls are free but i’m still sad to see them go :-(

[teamatsumu]

compression. (sakusa kiyoomi x reader)

summary: atsumu is the perfect person to feed your obsession with kiyoomi’s arms.

word count: 1172

warnings: swearing, very mildly suggestive (if you squint), detailed descriptions of kiyoomi’s arms in compression sleeves so it’s not for the faint hearted

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

When you studied Marketing and Communications in university, you didn’t exactly anticipate that your future would include you managing a V League Division 1 sports team. But every day when you went into work, you thanked the gods above that this is where your career path had led you, because that meant you could ogle Sakusa Kiyoomi and his infamous compression sleeves all day.

Oftentimes you were certain Kiyoomi didn’t mean anything by them. For him, they were practical. They kept his arms taut and ready for the ball. They made his movements sharper. He received the ball better. He didn’t have to feel his bare skin on the dirty court. These were all reasons you had heard straight out of his mouth. When you heard him mention them so nonchalantly, it almost made you feel bad for the absolutely sinful- borderline deranged- thoughts you had in your head about the way those sleeves made his arms look.

You were well aware of the kind of thoughts Kiyoomi’s choice of athletic wear caused among his fans. To put it simply and bluntly, they went feral over it. There were whole Twitter accounts dedicated to just his arms, or his chest. And as someone who often managed social media profiles for some of the members, you got to see the most unhinged of these comments with your own two eyes. And you would be the first to (secretly) admit that you agreed with 90% of what was being said, because holy shit did those sleeves do something to you.

Most of the time during practice, you could feel your eyes drift back over to the man in question, wearing a black sports tee and those godforsaken sleeves, working up quite the set as they played set after set to prepare for their next game. As the hours passed, Kiyoomi would get more and more disheveled, curls becoming unruly enough that he would grab a towel, biceps flexing as he ran it over the nape of his neck and dipped into the collar of his shirt. Christ almighty.

You should’ve known that you would eventually get caught. But if it was anyone who would notice, you had expected it to be Meian or maybe Coach Foster. But the person who did bring it up to you happened to be the biggest nightmare in this scenario; Miya Atsumu.

“Ya should be a little less obvious ‘bout it.” He commented when he trudged over to the bench where you sat, grabbing a water bottle and beginning to chug. You tore your eyes from Kiyoomi who now had his back to you, the muscles under his shirt flexing with every movement. You raised an eyebrow at the blond, not yet correlating his words with your hidden obsession. He placed the bottle down and placed a hand on his hip, giving you a knowing smirk.

“A blind grandma could notice the way yer lookin’ at him.”

Your eyes widened and cheeks flamed when he nudged his head in Kiyoomi’s direction, and you knew you had been caught. You clenched your jaw hard.

“You say a single word-”

He threw his hands up as if in surrender, effectively silencing your threat in its tracks.

“I won’t, promise! But there is one thing…..”

You groaned loudly, throwing your head back. Of course, of fucking course he would blackmail you with this.

“What do you want?” You deadpanned, glaring at him and preparing for the worst.

Atsumu looked a bit affronted, as if the mere insinuation that he might want something was preposterous to him. You gave him another tired look, until he sighed and gave up, plopping down heavily on the bench next to you.

“A phone number. Ya know that cute girl who comes by once a month? From the Volleyball Association?”

“No.”

Atsumu’s mouth dropped like a child who just got slapped. “Hey c’mon! Ya didn’t even hear me out!”

You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling a characteristic frontal headache begin to build, courtesy of Miya Atsumu. “I’m tired of setting you up with people, Tsumu! It won’t end well, as always-”

“I’ll get you a picture of Omi with his compression sleeves.”

You give him an unimpressed look. “I can get hundreds of those off the internet.”

“I’ll get you a picture of Omi with just his compression sleeves.”

That made you halt in your tracks. You searched Atsumu’s face for any form of mockery or lie, and you found none. Your eyebrows shot up when you realized he was being serious.

“In the locker room. I can get it for ya today.”

Oh my god. Instinctively, your eyes darted over to the man in question, who was talking to Hinata about something. It looked like volleyball tips since he had his arms before him in a receiving position, and Hinata was rapidly nodding to what he was saying.

“No.” You shook your head. “No, that’s wrong.”

“I’ll take a selfie with him, yeah? He will know there’s a photo. And I can send it in the groupchat.”

You look back at Atsumu, seriously contemplating his offer. He kept yapping, as per usual, thinking that the more he talked, the likelier it would be to convince you. And the bastard was right, it was working.

“No one else will bat an eye. We see each other in the lockers all the time. No big deal.”

You bit your lip in thought. The possibility of seeing Kiyoomi shirtless and only in compression sleeves had your pulse rising.

“And you just want her number in return?”

Atsumu nodded eagerly. You gave him a narrow-eyed glare.

“Send the picture. Then I will give you the number.”

His triumphant grin made it feel like he had already won. “Deal.”

That evening, when your phone pinged with a text notification, you nearly flew across the bed to grab it, opening the picture Atsumu sent in the groupchat with eager fingers and freezing as soon as you laid eyes on it.

Atsumu had held up his end of the bargain spectacularly.

He had taken the picture with Kiyoomi a little further in the background, so he could get the man’s full torso in it. He was facing slightly away from the camera, but his face was turned towards it, capturing the scowl between his eyebrows and the little pout of his mouth. He was gloriously shirtless, still a bit sweaty from practice, and he held his shirt in his hand, one arm flexed as he held it while the other was held carelessly by his side, compression sleeves hugging the cords of toned muscles just right.

There was another ping, pulling you out of your trance and making you realize just how dry your mouth had gotten. Atsumu had messaged you privately.

“My payment? ;)”

You rolled your eyes and sent him the number, immediately going back to the picture and starring it for future reference, a tiny smile quirking up the corner of your lip as you did so.

[oik-tooru]

HQ BOYS WHEN YOU HUG THEM AFTER A MATCH

characters miya atsumu, kozume kenma, sugawara koushi

a/n can you tell suga's my fave character. that is my boy <3

miya atsumu

— after a close but victorious match against the opposing team, the inarizaki members couldn't help but run to the stands, eager to share their victory with their loved ones. atsumu scanned the crowd, immediately spotting your familiar figure running towards him, the biggest smile he's ever seen plastered on your face.

without wasting a second, atsumu opened his arms just in time for you to jump right into them and bury your head in his neck. his hands came up around your waist to support your body against his.

"congratulations tsumu! you did it!" you cheered gleefully, pulling your head back to look at your boyfriend's face. his smile mirrored your own as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours.

"thank you beautiful," he murmured. he held you close to him for a few more moments before letting you go, watching as you excitedly ran over to osamu and pulled his twin in for a hug. it seemed as if the whole world slowed down and all atsumu could see was you, his chest flood with such a warm feeling that only you could invoke.

kozume kenma

— kenma heard you running before you saw you. before he could react, however, he immediately felt the force of your body collide against his. he let out a soft oof and sighed when familiar arms wrapped around his middle.

"i'm so proud of you kenma," you beamed, resting your chin on his shoulder.

as much as he tried, kenma couldn't fight off the small smile growing on his face. without so much as a word, he turned around in your arms, allowing himself the opportunity to tug you closer and stuff his head into your hair. his body immediately relaxed in your hold as your hand came up to stroke his hair.

"i'm so tired..." he mumbled. "...but thank you."

you giggled as you continued to hold him, occasionally waving at the other nekoma members when they walked past.

sugawara koushi

— koushi felt his legs go weak. his hands grabbed onto the shoulders of the person next time, which happened to be ennoshita, as he tried so hard not to break down. the loud cheers from the other karasuno members were drowned out by the ringing in his ears, but as soon as he heard your voice from the distance, he snapped right out of it.

"koushi!"

the sight of you, sprinting towards him with the most beautiful smile on your face, was enough to push him over the edge. letting out a small sob, he stumbled towards you as you caught his sniffling body into your arms.

"we...we won," he cried into your shoulder, hands gripping onto the back of your shirt. blinking back tears of your own, you let out a laugh and held onto him tighter, refusing to lighten your grip for even a second. more arms wrapped around the two of you, and you recognized the other third years crying into your shoulder. yet all you could focus on was the sweet boy in your arms.

[mybelovedvi]

sniper sniper sniper...

“the world wants to know! what do you do? how’d you two meet?”

headcanons about bllk + haikyuu men and their wags! ib @/wttcsms ‘s post. feat. aiku oliver, yukimiya kenyu, itoshi sae, suna rintarou, miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime. notes: f!reader, sfw. ik iwa isn’t an athlete post timeskip so he's the wag. holiday boredom is getting to me wc: 3k ish (500 words each)

aiku oliver and the striker!

growing up with oliver as your next door neighbour meant you two were practically joined by the hip- walks to school, lunch in the courtyard, movie nights, and most importantly, soccer practice. not that you played on the same team despite literally crying and pleading to the coaches, because apparently mixed teams in primary school wasn't an option? still, you shared the dream of becoming the best striker in the world, and pushed each other, both physically and mentally, to work daily towards that goal... until his coach tainted his dream with the philosophy of "playing for others." "they're stupid, don't listen to them," you'd told him, yet you could tell the words effected him more than he'd like to admit. in spite of the adults around him, he worked toward a new goal: to become the best defender in the world. the drastic change threw you for a loop originally, but chose to roll with it. turns out this was perfect, because now you've got someone who, after years and years of experience, can keep up with your offensive playstyle and really challenged you every time you had the ball, and somehow you both progressed faster than ever. the day you got drafted for the women's u20's team as their starting forward was the day oliver confessed his feelings for you, saying you are a 'true striker' and he vows to stay by your side, both on and off the pitch, and will do whatever it takes to ensure you get to the international stage.

at his games... named the power couple that dominates japanese soccer, there is a lot of media coverage when you're at oliver's games, and vice versa. you try to make all of his games, you really do, but sometimes it's just not possible with your packed schedule. although, your overseas trips are ten times more fun because the men and women's teams usually play foreign teams at the same time. on your off days, you'd sightsee, spend some time at the beach, try out way too fancy restaurants and splurge on way too expensive gelato. on his game days, you'd workout together in the morning and head to his training where you'll watch from the sidelines, sometimes even engage with the players and help with whatever they need. you're basically part of the team at this point- being oliver's girl helped, but mostly because you're one of the most respected players in the jfl. sendou was your favourite, as you were his (but he told you to not tell aiku), and the rest of the members are very protective of you, you're basically their mascot at this point. during the game you sit with coach and the subs, eyes trained on the captain as he heads another ball flying towards the goal. when they win, he ignores his screaming teammates trying to pile on top of each other, and make a beeline for where you're standing, tears now welling in your eyes with a smile so wide your cheeks start to hurt after a minute.

yukimiya kenyu and the photographer!

the first time you met was when he signed with the agency you were doing your photography internship at. both of you, bright eyed bushy tailed eighteen year olds were left in a room together, not saying a word (awkward!) while your mentor stepped out to grab some supplies. he was there for some professional headshots, and the entire session was filled with uhm’s and dry coughs and stolen glances. now that you're in your twenties and so much more comfortable with each other (you'd hope so, since he sealed the deal months ago), it's a memory you like to revisit from time to time and have a giggle at. while your husband is typically more reserved, still playful and charismatic but reserved nonetheless, you were more on the outgoing side. like a ray of sunshine, you tend to light up whichever room you enter with a smile on your face. that's one of his favourite traits about you- you've been a constant in his life these past couple of years and he's not sure where he'd be without your support. your relationship is picture-perfect, both his soccer and modelling careers are thriving, with brand deals left and right and plenty of opportunities to travel, and you get to go with him. your photography portfolio is filled with hundreds of shots of not only pieces seen in fashion magazines, but also stills of in-game action, courtesy to kenyu's coach allowing you to sit with the team, then later hiring you as their full time photographer. your photography-centric instagram account has almost half a million followers, since you post exclusive shots taken right in front of the pitch, and occasionally, pics of candlelit dinners or a dim bartop with your hands intertwined in the corner.

at his games... you're busy clicking away! you're decked out in his team's merch- ribbons in your hair, his jersey number painted on your face. you've got your camera set up ahead of time, while kenyu and his team were warming up, and you managed to get some cute shots of their team huddle before the whistle. sometimes you wish you could be in the stands, completely focused on cheering on kenyu's team, but you've still got a job to do. although you know jackshit about soccer overall, seeing the entire pitch through your camera lens almost lets you experience what the players are feeling in that moment, especially when the entire arena erupts in a wave of hollers and screams for a goal. during halftime, you're able to sit with your husband, dab his neck with a towel while he gulps down the lemon-infused water you brought specially for him, and whisper sweet nothings in his ear while he mentally prepares for the second half of the match. fans 'ooh' and 'aww' when you give him a peck on the lips before he runs on, waving to show off the lucky bracelet you gave him, and you have to turn away to hide your burning face.

itoshi sae and the childhood sweetheart!

i can’t imagine sae ending up with anyone that hasn’t been in his life from an early age, or at least from before he went to spain. since you were young, your parents (and his) had always assumed you'd end up with one of the itoshi brothers because you were so close with them, and since sae left for spain they thought rin was the only option. well, they thought wrong, as you and sae kept in contact throughout his time with re al, where you were honestly his only grounding factor amongst all the chaos. when he landed in japan, his first stop was to your apartment, where he asked to make you two official. your relationship was completely secret for a while, before you accidentally revealed to his teammates that you two have been together for nearly half a decade. he says it's because your relationship is nobody's business, but in reality, he just didn't want to share you with the prying eyes of the world. it's been a mystery to those around you how you managed to lure(?) the cold, blunt, serious itoshi sae into a romantic relationship with you, and truthfully, you didn't know yourself. he can be arrogant and seem to care about nothing aside from soccer, sure, but to you he'll forever be the little boy who had a dream and scoffed whenever he got "loser" on an icy pole stick; and you were just a decent human being who sent him digital hugs gifs when he was thousands of kilometers away from home, doing what he loved. on your private instagram for family and friends, you'd post pictures of you two, whether you went to a concert, the beach, or overseas. sae likes them all, he's also always the first to view your stories, likes those too, and makes sure to comment a heart on every single one.

at his games... you sit in the vip section, but more towards the back. you're not overly loud, only cheering and whooping with the rest of the crowd at a goal or an staggering play. when the winning goal is scored, thanks to a straight pass by sae, you don't wait for the roaring crowd to settle before you're sprinting down the stairs to wait for him in the athlete's only area. his teammates file in, nodding or giving you a side hug as hellos, until finally sae strolls in with his hands in pockets. without a word he pulls you straight in for a kiss, your teeth clashing and tugging on each others bottom lips. what you two don't realise is that, as you started devouring each others faces, the door was not yet closed, and your kiss was perfectly captured by a sneaky cameraman around the corner. by the next morning, articles about the "mystery girlfriend of japan's number one midfielder itoshi sae" are plastered all over social media, you came across a couple tiktok edits of your kiss too. "well, that's that," sae shrugs and chucks your phone to the foot of your bed before pulling you into his chest, planting a kiss on top your head. "go back to sleep,"

suna rintarou and the model!

you’d seen the ejp player on your socials many many times, but never had the privilege of meeting in person until both your managers decided fake dating for publicity would be a great idea. a hotshot volleyballer and this fashion season’s newest bombshell? people will go nuts. and they were absolutely right, because as soon as you posted a picture sitting in a luxurious red passenger seat, with a ring-clad, veiny hand on the gearshift that’s just within frame, comments and retweets rolled in like a new moon’s tide. after beating around the bush for a while, photos surfaced of you and rin strolling around a farmer’s market, iced coffees in hand. the gossip account’s carousel screamed domesticity and coquettish and you two just looked so comfortable with each other. your red carpet debut was just a month later, after one of the runway shows you opened. with a hand low and snug on your waist and a lazy yet content grin, rin stayed by your side the whole night. overall, everything is going fine and dandy, your only concern being the line between fake and real becoming increasingly blurred as time goes by. rin’s naturally flirtatious personality combined with your ability to overthink anything possible has got you wondering whether his charming compliments, lingering touches, late night calls, and raw protectiveness from outside criticism is his way of communicating his genuine love care for you.

at his games... you serve a off-duty model look, usually with jeans and a lush jacket, though it depends on the season. you’re an eye catcher in the crowd, with the stadium lights reflecting off your necklaces and bracelets and sunnies- you’re just shiny. you look absolutely perfect, not a single hair out of place and never caught off guard by the camera whilst either munching on some snacks you brought, or yawning behind your hand during their breaks. being such a high profile celebrity, though, presence at rin’s games can be a hassle because people want to take pictures with you, ask you for autographs or pull you aside for an interview with the sports channel. you politely decline every time, cutting to the chase and saying “i’m sorry, my boyfriend’s expecting me in the stands when the whistle blows,” and smoothly slipping past the mass gathered around you. when rin scans the crowd for you face and eventually see you sitting front and centre with a content expression and hands clasped together in your lap, he can’t help but send a lopsided grin your way, followed with a wink, which sends the young girls around you squealing to their friends. you can’t help but laugh, giving him then the jumbotron a wave, as your face, your name and the recent brand you paired with are shown on the big screen.

miya atsumu and the phd student!

i’m running with the “athlete bf x academic gf” trope here. i imagine you two met in university, when you shared a class that was way too boring for tsumu’s short attention span. so what does he choose to do? bounce his legs up and down like anyone would. and he would’ve kept going for the entire 90-minute lecture had you not turned around in your seat and sent him a glare for shaking the floor and the back of your seat. he probably never bounced his legs ever again afterwards because “a pretty girl glared at me to stop, so of course i have to comply!” by some miracle (that’s what you think anyway, not knowing atsumu’s deliberate actions), he ended up sitting behind you every lecture for the rest of the year. and at some point, he started frequenting the cute cafe on campus you part-time at, trying to rizz you up every time it was his turn to order. what started off with a “ugh! fine, i’ll go out with you, only so you’ll quit askin’!” ended with you moving into his shared flat with samu and sunarin not even three months later. whilst tsumu beelined for the v league after graduation, you headed on to do multiple postgrad years, publishing quite a few research articles on the way, and he couldn’t be more proud to have a girlfriend (soon to be wife) who’s the designated critical thinker in the relationship.

at his games... you sport one of his jersey plus face painted with his number, of course! although you don’t have a big online presence, your face is plastered all over tsumu’s instagram and tiktok. that, on top of being sat in the vip section means the jumbotron pans to you occasionally, you giving a light smile and wave each time. if you’re feeling bold, you’d send a wink towards tsumu, and whether he’d be on the court or resting with his water bottle, he’d send you one back without fail because his eyes are constantly on you. during the plays you’re loud and high spirited, your energy infecting those sat around you as you all cheer for each point msby scores. when atsumu goes to serve, knowing he likes totally silence in the arena, you tend sharply shush the people chatting next to you, and it’s definitely gotten you quite a few dirty looks over the years but who cares? of course, atsumu’s favourite way to celebrate is spending time with you. it warms him knowing at the end of each game you’ll be waiting by the gymnasium doors, arms wide open whether they won or lost.

iwaizumi hajime (the wag) and the softballer!

since softball is one of the most popular sports in japan (by association tbh), your games typically get a lot of media coverage, and that's how iwaizumi hajime learnt who you were. he never expected to actually meet you in person, until one day he saw you in the gym where he frequents, and after literally weeks of countless double takes, he finally had the courage to speak to you. did he know a lot about softball? no, you thought it was funny how he misused words like gas and bunt, but you found his flustered stuttering so cute that you couldn't help but accept his offer to a date. turns out you two had a lot in common, aside from the tough exterior and doberman-like personalities, and soon enough your relationship revolved around outdoorsy and adrenaline seeking activities, but also a lot of late nights and reassurances and at-home physio by the best athletic trainer. the teams hajime's in charge of love you, of course knowing your capabilities as an athlete, but also because you're just a down to earth, well spoken person who's never afraid to give hajime a smack upside the head if he yells too often. neither of you post lots about your relationship online, opting to keep it more under wraps, but occasionally you'd upload a picture at a mountain top of the view and his back facing the camera. (ok so basically shohei and mamiko)

at your games... he sits right behind home plate, where he can see the entire field, where you know he'll be so you don't have to scan for him in the crowd. he's loud- cheering when you get a hit, yelling out curses when a runner's slide takes out your footing and sends you to the ground. during switches, he'd come down to the dugout and check you out for any aches or grazes you've got, and he'd stay until it's time for you to go on the field again. your team's used to his presence already, always scooching down the bench to make some space for him. after your matches, there are always posts on you two, whether it's from your teammates, friends or a random gossip account, gushing about how sweet you look sitting side by side- you in your sandy uniform, shirt untucked and unbuttoned, your hair falling out of its braid, and him in his black jeans and faded grey hoodie, your heads resting on one another.

[rationaliity]

hiiiiii op here <33

i think i completely understand where wintercloudyweather is coming from, but i do have to point out something. it's mostly just observations because we don't know enough about stephen to make a complete idea of him.

stephen doesn't work on emotions, rather, more or less, he doesn't really care about being a genius as a whole, and that falls right in line into place with the rest of the genius society. just because he chooses to do something else with his time, doesn't mean that he's emotionally intelligent and moved by his emotions. i think him not caring about being a scientist actually kind of points him right in line.

if he were moved by his emotions, then i think being a scientist would propel him forward. he would find enjoyment in creating and learning, but he doesn't. somehow i doubt spending time in a fruit stand is fun, either, but he can do that without speaking publicly, which scares him. of course, just finding enjoyment in things doesn't necessarily equate to emotional intelligence. you can like something that still not overall care about helping others or humanity.

stephen created something groundbreaking, something important. but ultimately he didn't care enough to share it with the public, despite it being the first of its kind. instead, he does things that doesn't actually help anyone, like playing video games, which he's super enthusiastic about. he is just a kid, so i can't say for certain if this is just because he may be naive, but at this moment, i don't think he cares much about humanity or helping them out, and would rather spend his life doing things the way he wants to. whether or not it helps anyone is irrelevant to him, as long as he can continue living the way he lives.

which is exactly what the rest of the genius society does. they don't care about furthering humanity or anything like that, they learn because they want to, they create because they can. and stephen doesn't create because he doesn't want to. if it doesn't interest him, he doesn't want to do it.

i hope this makes sense !! i didn't include any screenshots but i did look through some of the data bank and pulled up the wikipedia </33

dr ratio vs. the genius society | an analysis

this'll also be a comparison between ruan mei and dr. ratio so warning for that one too, just in case.

i saw this post by @chronical-lover

and firstly, i just want to say thank you, especially about mentioning how aeons don't care about humans because youre so right. i wanna expand a little bit on the comparison between his character and the genius' that we've met this far.

ratio ultimately failed to be recognized not because he wasn't smart enough, but because he was too human. he's human first, scientist second. he'll always be human first, he doesn't have it in him to act without emotions no matter how much he wants logic to dictate his every move. his entire character is that he believes every one has a human right to be alive, to learn and to grow. he's there to guide them, not necessarily in the nicest way, but still.

i think contrasting him with ruan mei in the story quest was a perfect idea. when you meet ruan mei, she's kind. she makes the trailblazer feel comfortable, even for just a little bit. she offers companionship, tea, and a conversation. but she does not care about the trailblazer or her creations, something painfully obvious in her actions. when the trailblazer was facing up against ruan mei's failed attempt to make a replica of the emanator of propagation, ruan mei was no where to be found. but you know who was, just in case he had to step in ? veritas ratio. even though both knew that the replica wasn't likely to hurt the trailblazer, ratio was there.

" since you're here, i won't intercede. but should you fail, i will be forced to prevent some avoidable misfortunes "

( i hate this man so much )

but he was there. he witnessed the fight, and once the threat was over, it was time to get going ( his words, not mine ). he was there to witness you fight, and should he had needed to, he would've stepped in to prevent us from any actual danger. however, when we approach ruan mei after the fight, and we look reasonably upset from her, we don't get an actual apology. she says she regrets her actions, but her words aren't actually about putting us in danger. she was upset that her experiment fell short, that she had made another predictable outcome.

" you look.. upset, correct ? i regret my actions. there's no defending what i've done. time and again, my experiments have fallen short, and they've always yielded predictable results. i made a clone but it.. doesn't hold a candle to the emanator. "

she did say that she would be there if the danger proved to be too great, but she was not. veritas, however, was. both of them said that they would step in if needed, but only one of them was actually in a position to do so. only one of them took preventative measures to make sure that you were safe from harm. and that is not the genius ruan mei, no matter what her words say.

ruan mei has a flowery way of speaking. not to say that she necessarily minces her words, she's upfront about a lot of things. but she lures the trailblazer into a false sense of security. she's introspective, and questions her own actions a lot. but she's never apologetic about the way that her actions put other people in danger, just that they don't yield the results she wants.

ratio, however, is curt. we meet him originally as a brooding, mysterious figure. he's mean, he doesn't use a lot of words to get his point across. he says what he means, and he's a fan of effective communication. he doesn't have to worry about himself, he knows who he is and how is actions affect himself and the people around him, and that leads to people assuming that he's egotistical ( which he might be , a little bit. as a treat ) but the reality is that ratio cares more about the people around him that he'll ever let on.

and that's where he fails. that's the fundamental difference between him and those within the genius society. ruan mei, herta, screwllum, and the other geniuses do not care about anything other than results. and yet ratio is kind. he's inherently kind, his actions are all for other people. he's saved a dozen worlds with his inventions. he's a scholar within the intelligentsia guild, and a doctor saving his patient's lives every single day. he wants to guide people from the shadows towards the right answer, he wants to make them use their brains and think.

he does not act without considering other people. he can't be a genius first, and a human second. and that's where he fails to gain nous' recognition. it's not that he's not not intelligent enough to be a genius, it's that even in his pursuit of knowledge, he has not forgone his humanity.

and perhaps, in nous' eyes, that's the difference between the mediocre and the genius. to erase every part of you, your emotions, your empathy, your humanity, in the pursuit of knowledge is what separates a genius from the masses. not having those barriers allows you to really dig deep into subjects that would otherwise be considered taboo or dangerous, because you don't care about how the outcome affects people as long as you can study it. as long as you can get answers out of what you're studying, it doesn't really matter what the test subjects are feeling.

ratio is too human, too caring, to ever be considered a genius in nous' eyes.

[freaktwinsoftheconcrete]

New covers for the light novels, each made look like the cover of Sportiva.

Translation of the quotes / headlines:

Kageyama 1:

“The Monsters of Spring High”

Shoyo Hinata/Korai Hoshiumi [Little giant's genes]

Kotaro Bokuto/Kyoomi Sakusaya[Memory of the legendary five days]

Inarizaki High School V Karasuno High School [Giant Killing of the Century]

Hinata 1:

BRAZIL [Close coverage of the sand ninja] Shoyo Hinata

ARGENTINA [Why did you go to the other side of the world] Tooru Oikawa

Tsukishima:

Climb up, adventurer. - V1 league promotion survival

A generation of monsters aiming to rise to the top

[Sendai Frogs] Tsukishima/Koganekawa [Tamaman Elephants] Kindaichi/Onagata [Nichikyaku Automobile Lions] Yamagata

Hoshiumi:

Small and strong is cool

Super minionism.

[Opening interview] “Those who challenge height”

"Small Soldiers Who Challenge the World" Hinata/ Yaku

Sakusa

Pursue “the ideal end”

[Ultimate all-rounder] Kiyoomi Sakusa

Ushijima:

Be strong, be right, and follow your own path!

[Japan's main gun Ushiwaka] Wakatoshi Ushijima

Kenma

"I'm not interested in winning or losing. Is it fun or boring?"

Is it Kodzuken? [E-sports special issue]

[Let's talk about Kodzuken!] Lev Haiba (Model) /Tetsuro Kuroo (Japan Volleyball Association member)

Yaku:

The patron saint arrives

``How many times have they saved the team?

Libero Special Feature [From Europe with love] Yaku

[Learn from the craftsmen!] Komori/Inunaki/Heiwajima

Hinata 2:

For the sake of my friends, the sun will rise again.

[Will he be the savior of Japan?] - Shoyo Hinata

Miya:

"I don't care whether it's praise or insults." Challenger style

[Compete against the world with three swords]

Bokuto:

I am an ordinary ace

If you have the energy, you can do the opening interview.

[Japan's spirited spirit] Kotaro Bokuto

[Talk about old and new teammates]

Kageyama 2:

Thorough debate! Who is Japan's command tower?

[Control the monsters] - Kageyama Tobio

[What's wrong with being super aggressive]

[Strength that accepts weakness]

Oikawa:

Insignificant Pride Theory

[World-class control tower from Miyagi] Toru Oikawa “Adversity is my true strength”

[Mentor speaks] Jose Blanco “People are defeated when they set their limits.”

[Testimony of an old friend] Hajime Iwaizumi (Japanese Team Athletic Trainer “Proud partner + big idiot”)

[ggukkiedae]

notes: WELCOME HOME HOBI! (dialogue written in italics are spoken in english)

setting: october 17, 2024

word count: 566

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The atmosphere was tense in the best way.

Yoonmi kept looking out the van window, checking for the familiar figure she was waiting to see. The car shook slightly as she bounced her leg, fingers going up to tug at the ends of her hair.

“Geez,” Seokjin threw one leg over her lap and pulled her hands into one of his, “were you this jittery when I was discharged?”

She wrinkled her nose at him, “I will neither confirm nor deny.”

A chuckle escaped him, “That’s such a PR answer.”

“As a Bangtan member in this media economy…” she trailed off, making both of them laugh.

As much as her eldest member was able to distract her for a bit, her attention almost immediately faded back to the gates she had purposely asked their manager to park in view of.

Having Seokjin back has been one of the best things to happen to her in 2024, especially with him visiting her on her tour and hosting her comeback live just last month. Now that she had finished the tour, the absence of the other six members was starting to fill her senses.

“Hey,” her companion’s smile was evident in his voice while his posture shifted to grab the giant bouquet next to him, “if you stop overthinking right now, you’ll notice a little someone coming.”

Her eyes widened as she turned to look out the window. A familiar smile made its way into her view, unconsciously making the corners of her lips curl up.

Hoseok had come out of the gates.

Before anyone could even process what was happening, Yoonmi had already slammed the car door open and practically teleported to Hoseok’s arms.

There was a small grunt that came from him as he held her up, wrapping her in a hug as well. 

She immediately buried her face into his chest, noting how much taller he felt due to his combat boots and her lack of platform shoes. “You’re home!”

“Almost, makdungie,” he pressed a kiss to the side of her head, “I still have to say hi to Jin hyung and talk to the media first.”

“Get back here,” a third voice joined their conversation.

The confusion was obvious in her face as Seokjin grabbed her by the back of her hoodie, pulling her off of Hoseok, only for him to hug his first discharged younger brother.

“I’ll be quick, I promise,” Hoseok laughed as he hugged Seokjin, “and what are these flowers, hyung? They’re bigger than our makdungie!”

“Obviously I was going to get you something big,” Seokjin scoffed.

“Alright, alright,” Hoseok smiled at his eldest and his youngest member, “let me address the media, then we can get out of here.”

Yoonmi watched in pride as Hoseok confidently addressed the media (and with amusement at Seokjin’s antics) before being caught off guard by the prior turning to look at her.

“Also, before I end, I need to do this.” His posture immediately straightened, Seokjin stretching his arms up further to accommodate the younger member who sharply raised his fingertips to his brow. “Sergeant Jung Ho Seok reporting the successful completion of his compulsory military enlistment to Bang Yoonmi, otherwise known as Kim Yoonmi.” 

A gentle smile made its way to her face, mirroring his. “You’re home.”

He looked at her, sharply bringing his hand back down before relaxing his posture.

“I’m home.”

(there were articles the next day about jin's amusing reaction of being fake annoyed that he didn't have a similar emotional moment with hobi and his appalled face upon realizing miya was riding in hobi's car rather than with him)

[haikyu-mp4]

Foreign

word count; 1664 – f!reader, chubby reader

this is dedicated to the amazing writer and my very good friend, @cottonlemonade <3

You were new to Inarizaki this fall, starting in the middle of the semester. What a great time to try and make new friends, right? It is even better when you’re moving from another country and not fluent in the language. Sure, you understood Japanese well, but you could be quite slow in answering, so many of those you tried to interact with simply couldn’t be bothered, especially teenagers.

So when the principal sent an e-mail a few days before you started school, informing you that Kita Shinsuke would be showing you around on your first days, your expectations weren’t very high.

Needless to say, you were proven wrong. You got along very well with the kind boy who had the patience to wait for you to gather your words. It didn’t take long for him to suggest you join a club, asking if you might be interested in managing his volleyball team. He insisted that it could give you a boost into the social circles, but made sure you knew it was all up to you.

Here you are, two days after starting Inarizaki and standing at the entrance of the volleyball court with a tray of one of your favourite recipes from your home country. The tray was pushing into your squishy stomach as you clutched the sides nervously and tried to take a mental note of all the names you knew and the ones you would have to learn.

Everyone’s attention shifted when Kita cleared his throat and gestured towards you while looking at some of his teammates with strict eyes. “This is the girl I told you about, she will be trying out for manager this week so I expect you all to behave.”

Their gazes went to you and you gulped, quickly lifting the tray. “I brought a peace offering,” you said, having practised saying that in Japanese in the minutes before Kita met up with you.

Most of them slowly started coming over, but one seemed particularly drawn towards you, making his identical twin try and speed past him to reach you first. “What is this?” the silver-haired twin asked while fighting off the other one so he could grab first.

“It’s a recipe from my home country…” and as you explained it to him, you were thrilled to see he didn’t immediately get bored of you taking your time with finding the words. While all the other team members came and grabbed their pieces before settling somewhere in the gym to stretch and eat, Miya Osamu, who at some point remembered to introduce himself, stayed put in front of you to listen while munching on and appreciating the delicious homemade food.

“So you’re a foodie too, have you cooked any Japanese food yet?” he asked, and you tucked the tray under one arm now that it was empty, following him as the two of you walked over to where the manager should be.

“I haven’t, my parents don’t know much about it too,” you answered honestly.

Osamu chuckled. “Either,” he corrected, giving you the right Japanese expression for it. “They don’t know much either.” You blushed, looking to the side and only then noticing that the others were gathering to start practice. “But I could show you sometime? My mom and I love cooking.”

That is how you ended up in this predicament, wearing a matching apron with Osamu while Atsumu sat by the kitchen island with a judgy look.

You were a bit uncomfortable at first, wondering if the apron was too tight and exposed one too many of your curves for him to look at you like that, but you tried not to think about it when Osamu was being so nice and lending his time. After all, Osamu had not-so-subtly touched your waist or lower back whenever he had to move past you even if there really was no reason to do so.

“Hey, Atsumu,” you started, using your kindest voice, not noticing how Osamu sharply looked up from where he was preparing the last fillings. “Since I’ll be the manager, why don’t you tell me about being a setter?”

Atsumu leaned on his hand with his elbow on the counter and let his face slowly fall off it with his eyes closed. “Sorry! Almost fell asleep there, you were taking so long.”

Osamu was about to launch a whole spoon at his brother’s head “Ya stupid-“ when you burst out laughing.

It made Osamu’s stomach do flips as he watched you laugh with one hand leaning on the counter and the other clutching your chubby stomach. “You’re quite rude, aren’t ya?” you asked rhetorically, having already picked up a piece of their dialect.

Atsumu perked up in his seat when you didn’t seem to break under his insult, fighting back a smile of his own at how your laughter rang off the kitchen walls. “Pff, shut up.”

“You seem pretty intent on staying around so I can’t be that bad,” you teased, and it held just enough charm for him to accept it.

Atsumu squinted at you before going back to leaning on his palm. “I was just hoping to steal some food.”

You looked at Osamu with your sweet smile and said “What’s next, chef?”

The redness creeping up Osamu’s neck was not easy to hide. “Uhh, right. Just to shape them, really.”

“Is there a trick to make it nice?” you asked, holding some rice in one hand and eyeing the filings.

“If you count rounds, it’s easier than just squeezing randomly, so work your way around the shape-“ he explained, showing you with his rice ball as he talked.

You stared at your hands before shaping some rice and filling it, before grabbing another half of rice and… not making it quite as pretty. “Sorry, could you show me one more time? I want to do it as well as you without using moulds.”

Osamu started picking up more rice before stopping abruptly, throwing it back in the bowl and moving closer to you. That dummy had watched enough clichés to figure this was the perfect opportunity to wrap his hands around yours and show you. He executed said cliché perfectly, and the way your warm hands felt was almost enough to distract him from the task.

“Disgusting, right in front of my salad,” Atsumu complained before finally walking out of the kitchen to presumably bother their mother instead.

The two of you started filling and shaping the onigiri, bumping into each other now and then and throwing out flirty comments. If all the students at Inarizaki were so welcoming, you would be more than fine.

On Friday, after your last class, Kita stood outside your classroom and patiently waited for you. He bowed shortly after you exited, making you return the gesture. “Kita! What a pleasure,” you said.

He gestured towards the hallway so you could start walking together. “I wanted to ask how your first week has been.”

There’s a little skip in your step as you start thinking of this week. “I had trouble with some girls in the cafeteria, but I’m already feeling like my Japanese is developing much quicker so I’m sure it will all work out.”

Kita hummed under his breath, seemingly in thought for a moment before responding. “I see, I’m glad you’re looking on the positive side.” He turned a corner, making sure you followed as he steered towards the gym. “And the team? How are you feeling about the manager position?”

“They’re all very nice. Chaotic but fun,” you said with a soft chuckle. “Osamu has been especially welcoming, even though Atsumu gave me a hard time at first,” you continued, laughing at the last part.

Kita frowned, slowing down slightly. “A hard time? I hope you don’t feel pressured to accept the position, Atsumu can be… he has an attitude, but he works hard,” he excused, using his hands to gesture, and it was the first time you saw Kita look even a tad unsure.

Your short laughter made him stop, looking curiously at you. “I was going to say that if you’ll still have me, I’d love to accept the position.”

“That’s great news.” A small smile appeared on his face and that was enough for you, as you opened the door to the gym and gestured for him to walk first.

Osamu came jogging over the second you entered. “Hey, captain!” he greeted Kita as he passed him, heading straight for you. “How do you feel about trying something more complicated this weekend?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows as if suggesting something much dirtier than cooking.

You shot him some finger guns, smooth as ever as he walked backwards towards the bench area while you faced him. “You’re on!” you responded cheerfully.

“Is my place still okay?” he asked, just as Atsumu walked over and bumped his shoulder, making him trip over his feet. You frantically held your cute, chubby hand out and he grabbed it before you helped him up again. You must have been a sight to see with your matching red cheeks.

“You lovebirds gonna take up the kitchen again?” Atsumu sighed dramatically. You noticed over his shoulder that Suna was filming this as Osamu caught his brother in a headlock.

“Leave our new manager alone!” Aran said in an authoritative yet fond voice. Kita stood beside him with his arms crossed, so you assumed he had told Aran that you accepted.

“So it’s decided?” Osamu asked, and the excitement in his voice was palpable.

“I will was your manager starting today!” you announced, already picking up the basket with their water bottles to go fill them up.

“Will be our manager,” Atsumu corrected, probably about to make another quip at you, only to be interrupted by Osamu chuckling affectionately and coming over to take the basket from you.

Kita shook his head at their antics. This would be a fun year with his team.

masterlist

[loveiwaizumis]

vball captain!atsumu miya + manager!reader . . <3

-> pure fluff + sfw, not proofread, new to writing pls omfg 😭 -> !! reader is female !! . . . inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who was utterly scared, but nonetheless proud of getting his dream role in the volleyball team after years of playing, until all his fears went away when a certain (h/c) girl was introduced to the team as the official manager inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who secretly admired how adorable you were, sitting on the bench like a supportive girlfriend, noting down anything and everything about the team, training them personally from time to time, bringing them water bottles.. everything you did was adorable to a certain blonde..! inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who used his position to get close to you, but never try to force himself on you. he would playfully insist that you give him his water bottle first as captain, or he would intentionally ask you to help him demonstrate a few exercises with the team just to feel your touch, but he would also insist on washing the water bottles and towels with you in his spare time, or would offer to lock up instead of you so you could get home early, claiming that "he's your captain too, he needs to take care of you like any other member". inarizaki manager!reader who started staying later after practice with inarizaki captain!atsumu miya to help him improve and to ensure that the captain was not overworking himself. partly due to coach's suggestion, but mostly because you had started to care for the blonde as well. inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who ended up catching a fever and missing out on practice after a particularly hard and long day at practice in addition to the usual extra practice that you were unable to supervise this time due to another extra curricular activity. inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who was floored to see his beloved manager at his doorstep with pickled plums, medicine, and hot soup wrapped daintily in a little basket. he felt himself collecting tears upon hearing you ramble about how worried you were, scolding him to not overwork himself and how important his health is, how important he is. inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who began to whine and started tearing up due to how touched he truly was by your gesture, and how ashamed he was to seem even the slightest bit of weak in front of you especially as a captain. inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who, in his little tantrum, had ended up accidentally spilling how he wanted to be the one to impress you and how he should be doing the romantic gestures and not you. inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who was even more floored, jaw dropped wide, when he finally heard his beloved manager offer to let him swoon her with his "romantic gestures" once he got better. ---- @loveiwaizumis 2024 please do not repost, translate, copy. reblogs and likes appreciated <3

[matchaxblossom]

Miya: So, what are your skills?

Joe: I can cook.

Reki: I can make skateboards.

Langa: I can eat.

Cherry: I can make good life decisions.

Miya: That’s not a-

Joe: No, trust us. He’s our most important member.

[jesswritesthat]

Miya Atsumu: VBC

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: -1.8k, fluff

• Joining the Inarizaki volleyball team isn’t what you expected, but maybe someone can help with that.

Warnings: fem!reader, curses

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In honesty you were ecstatic to transfer to Inarizaki High for second year, it gave you the opportunity to reconnect with your best friend Yuki, and you'd heard amazing things about the volleyball club there.

The key word being 'were'. It wasn't until you'd arrived did you understand the misconception - you had every intention of joining the females VBC despite your friends' discernment. Upon passing the advertising for afterschool clubs, you noted their sales pitch wasn't exactly suited to one's passion for the sport.

"The main reason to join is for the Miya twins!"

It was rather a passion for the boys.

"But this is the girls team." You'd deadpan stated, as if this resolved everything.

Alas the promoter and captain disagreed with a gleaming smile that suggested she'd been begging to elaborate on such things.

"Yes exactly! Atsumu and Osamu are interested in volleyball, meaning the boys team are liable to play us during training. Giving us a chance to spend time and learn from them~"

"Great, I'm all for the competition but—"

"If you're lucky you might even end up with a hot boyfriend!"

Instantly the leaflet in your palm was scrunched, a huff of disappointment escaping you.

"Then I'd rather find somewhere else to play." You curtly responded, the girl taken aback but cheerfully calling after you anyway.

"We— We're showing around potential recruits after school if you change your mind!"

Once reaching your newly assigned classroom, the balled up paper was dumped on your friends' desk who only looked up to you with a raised brow.

"That's why you were evasive about me joining the volleyball club Yuki."

She released a tired hum, like she'd been expecting this conversation, Hamada Yuki and yourself had been on a team together in middle school.

"Told ya (Y/n), as a member of the so-called 'Inarizaki Girls Volleyball Team', it's more of a damn fan club at this point." Yuki seethed, shooting the flyer into the bin across the classroom.

"I could tell. Is anyone serious there besides you?" You questioned once sitting at your desk beside hers, the setter shaking her head thoughtfully.

"A few. We're vastly outnumbered by fangirls though, we practice and they do whatever - sometimes asking us about terminology to impress certain people of course."

On that note, you figured it'd be worth seeing what the fuss was about later, and if what Yuki had told you was true.

Lo and behold, it was exactly like Yuki described. However, the second you'd reached the boys practice, the surrounding group of girls came to life with unadulterated adoration for the players. Squeals and cheers erupting when they'd take shots or score, meanwhile you'd analysed the plays with a degree of knowledge.

It was then you'd locked eyes with the charismatic setter, only for a second, before his shift in focus sent your fellow potentials into a frenzy.

That's enough. You walked out.

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So the girls team wasn't your cup of tea. That didn't mean you'd cease playing the game you enjoyed - the nearby community centre hosted volleyball sessions regularly, and you were able to book time slots with Yuki and some of her teammates.

It meant you were settling into this new environment, even if it wasn’t perfect. As an Inarizaki tradition, and a volleyball fan, you naturally ended up watching a few of the boys games out of support. They were talented too, deserving of their recognition even if part of it was linked to their attractiveness.

“Ya came to the game huh, transfer?” He caught you as you were about to leave the gym in the midst of students fussing over them, an apologetic hand immediately retracting from your wrist where he’d reached for you.

“Yeah, apparently it’s a tradition or something since you guys are the pride of Inarizaki.” You’d spoken casually with a shrug which he seemed somewhat defeated by considering the recent victory.

“Oh really…?”

“Mhm. You played well though, Miya.”

“It’s nothin’, all thanks to training and my team y’know?” It appeared he’d reignited, a sudden enlightenment about him due to your praise.

“Keep it up then. See you around.”

“I— uh— yeah hope so!”

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Today, you'd ventured to the centre, court doors open to allow a soft breeze to freshen the area. As well as a perspective viewpoint for curious passers-by, one that captured the double back of a certain blonde.

Finally, spike!

"Hey I know ya!"

Faltering, awry angle leaving you landing awkwardly but your hit was seemless. Still, you shot a dangerous glare to the intruders, finding Atsumu holding the door he'd previously slammed wide open and Osamu who also seemed tired of his twins' spontaneity.

"No, you don't Miya."

"Yer from class. The transfer.” Atsumu proudly replied to your dismissal, walking in with a wave alongside his brother who facepalmed with an agitated mutter.

“Their name is (L/n) (Y/n).”

“Well I never asked ‘em!” Even though you’d spoken a few times and it’d been nearly two months, this remained true.

"Okay, and?" Your lack of acknowledgement left Atsumu pouting slightly, but he was more intrigued by your choice of venue considering the fully functioning gym and team currently training at Inarizaki.

"And yer here playing volleyball instead of at school! Yer good, the girls team would be glad to have ya."

"I'd rather play for the community centre." You immediately responded a matter-of-factly, facing him now and spinning the recovered ball between your hands.

"But they don't get to enter high school competitions." It seemed he wasn't entirely convinced, having not discovered the answers he was politely fishing for.

"I know."

"Alright! I just wanna know why yer here? I’d get to play against ya if yer were apart of the school team." Atsumu argued again, more direct this time.

"Because the girls team is a damn fan club for you guys, the only score they're interested is scoring a date with you!"

"Huh, I mean..."

"Why bother joining a team like that when hardly any of them are there to actually play volleyball." You'd rolled your eyes, emotion present when explaining your point and Atsumu seemed to empathise.

"I get it. That'd piss me off too."

"Agreed." Osamu added, an understanding nod toward you.

"Then you have your answer."

With little more to say, the twins shared a sceptical look, before returning their focus to you once more.

“Would ya mind if we joined ya then?”

The question caught you off-guard, darting between them as if searching for some ulterior motive only to find none.

“I guess not.”

“Thanks (L/n).”

“Yeah cheers!” Osamu and Atsumu respectively threw their thanks and removed their jackets ready to play.

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It’d been a week since that escapade, and you’d found the twins sharing gestures of greeting if they saw you around the school but nothing out of the ordinary. At least not until now…

"Psst (Y/n)!" Yuki came dashing in, evading desks until she'd reached yours with a devious look. "Guess what."

"You actually got an A?"

"Rude." A scoff. "No, Miya Atsumu came to practice yesterday."

"I am so sorry for your loss of concentration, I imagine your fangirl teammates couldn't take their eyes off him." Sarcasm flowed like an effortless river, one that normally fuelled Yuki, except she held a scheming tone when responding straightforwardly.

"He eradicated over half of the club."

"What?" You shock was evident, you’d heard he could be critical in games and a bit of an ass but this was unexpected - Yuki far too happy to extend.

"Yep. Miya comes in and gives a whole speech about ‘if you're not serious about playing then quit’. Said if they’re here for the boys team, he'll ask to open a practice for them to watch - and something about how being apart of this club isn't gonna catch his attention because he already likes someone.”

"Woah." It was all you could muster considering that this whole thing might've been linked to your conversation the other day. He wouldn't do that for such a trivial reason though, right? But if was to protect the sport he loved then it made sense.

"So... wanna join the team and play as my precious Spiker again?" Yuki persuadingly started when clasping your shoulders, earnest gratitude and glee lacing her voice.

"Seriously?"

"Yes! Remaining members want to progress and I want my middle school ace by my side again so we can kick ass and go to Nationals!"

"Then I'm in, but isn't there a trial or—" You matched her contagious energy, until she cut you off holding up an already filed applicant form.

"Just approval from the captain." Yuki smirked, that evil one she wore when she had something over you. "Me."

"You?”

"What? Once the chief of the Miya fan club quit along with the others, the team needed a serious captain.” She struck a model pose. “Who better than the reliable setter right?"

"I agree with the setter stuff, but uh can I talk to (L/n) for a sec?" The pair of you looked to the confident origin, finding none other than Atsumu walking toward you.

Yuki gave a little teasing wave and left you two to talk.

"I think ya should give the girls volleyball club a chance y'know." He’d held a hand to the back of neck, a lopsided grin on his lips regardless of the underlying awkwardness he harboured.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Went there yesterday, no fangirls in sight - just the makings of a solid team. Maybe ya were wrong about it."

"Maybe I was. Captain Yuki did personally invite me, so the least I could do is try it out." You paused momentarily, meeting his auburn eyes with mischievous ones of your own. "Considering all your hard work Miya."

There was a guilty look crossing his expression ever so briefly, the blonde shaking it off with a cocky smile.

"No idea whatcha talking about. Whatever, do what ya want!"

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The Inarizaki girls VBC was a brilliant one now it'd been fortified, you got to play alongside your best friend once more and were surrounded by a team of talented individuals who you could hang out with as friends too.

Due to improved team cohesion, there were even joint training sessions alongside the boys VBC, sessions which the third years had said were more frequent than they ever had been before.

They couldn't help but think all the beneficial changes recently were all down to a single catalyst. Said catalyst apparently trying to impress a certain someone who'd captured more than his attention. The same one who he’d been too nervous to ask for a name numerous times when sparking conversation. The same one he’d look for during games and throughout the school corridors.

Unfortunately the certain someone was oblivious to such signs and thought nothing of it when Inarizaki walked into the gym - their prodigal setter immediately laying eyes on who everyone knew to be this certain someone.

"Hey (Y/n), can I set for ya?"

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