#Team Suna

[depressedhatakekakashi]

I struggled a bit more with this one but i feel like it’s perfectly represented.

I did almost have Team Sannin in ‘deranged’ or ‘sad wet sad/deranged’ but honestly, they fit better as Bisexual/sad wet cat. It fits them.

Team Minato is self explanitory

Team Seven is absolutly the centre of the pile you cannot tell me otherwise, but i will admit Team Suna almost took the spot as well. However, Team Seven has more bisexual energy exuding from them (mostly thanks to Sakura and Naruto, but Kakashi’s helping a lil)

Do not come onto my dash and tell me team 8 is not deranged. Shino blew off a dudes arm cuz he could. Kiba will throw himself into a fight just to prove he’s better than Naruto. They killed people in the chunin exam. Hinata ripped out Hanabi’s eyes from Toneri’s skull (which we support. She was right to do so)

[bloopy-writes]

Rules for the Japanese National Team- written by Iwaizumi Hajime, Athletic Trainer

Hinata, Kageyama, Atsumu, and Bokuto are no longer allowed within 50 feet of the kitchen, if you want to eat, you can starve or beg someone else to make food for you.

Bokuto and Kuroo are no longer allowed to be left alone for more than 2 minutes at a time. Also pringles are banned you guys are athletes that shouldn’t be eating this junk anyways.

Whoever locks Oikawa and Ushijima in a closet together can pay for any damages caused

Kageyama is not allowed to play truth or dare-he’s too easily influenced

If you call Yaku short, I’m not helping you recover from the damages caused

Suna is not allowed to blackmail the coach to get out of extra practice it doesn’t end well for anyone

Aran is not allowed to room with Atsumu or Suns in the Olympic village because this poor man has suffered enough

I don’t care how good of an idea it seems, no one is allowed to listen to Houshimi after 2 am

Sakusa is banned from bleaching other peoples rooms no matter how bad they stink- still technically an invasion of privacy

Kuroo is not allowed to try and convince new recruits that they should give him money

Atsumu is not allowed to use his brother as a body double to get out of practice

Ushijima and Kageyama aren’t allowed to give interviews together without a third person present

Bokuto is not allowed to give interviews with other people

Hinata and Kageyama aren’t allowed to teach children because no one actually understands what they’re saying

If you get caught doing something stupid you are not allowed to call Officer Daichi Sawamura to bail you out that is still illegal and he doesn’t even work in Tokyo

Suna and Oikawa are to be kept away from each other at all costs

Atsumu and Oikawa can hang out with each other only if they stop arguing over who’s kageyamas favorite

No secret handshakes allowed

Glitter bombs are only allowed if glitter does not get on Iwaizumi

If anyone asks if Iwaizumi is a babysitter the answer is legally no

The first person to convince the administration that Iwaizumi deserves a raise will get free food for a month

Houshimi and Atsumu are two halves of a whole idiot and are not allowed to plan team bonding activities again

Kidnapping Oikawa does not count as a team bonding activity unless you murder him and bond over trying to hide the body

Iwaizumi Hajime loves his job no matter how much you all make him want to retire

[aprito]

sos month day 10: rivalry

let's be real, the pool of other people fighting for sakura's (romantic) attention is not that big. in fact, it's just those three. and they're very insistent on making their distaste for the latest member of the pool known!!

bonus

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Team Japan’s Manager:

The Team Crushes on Their Manager

Team Japan x GN! reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing

AN: this was due approx. 570 of you ago but nevertheless, here we go 🎉

Where do I even start?

Probably from the beginning because that’s when it ALL started

It was your first day as Team Japan’s new manager

No other job prospects huh Yn?

You were filled with hope and a renewed sense of purpose 🤩

You’d always loved Volleyball whether you played it, watched it or read a very specific manga surrounding it 👀

It was safe to say you were a fan!

The job seemed relatively straightforward

You’d come to work, take care of a bunch of world class athletes, clock out and repeat

Easy right?

Sure….

You walked into the building on your first day and it started almost immediately

There is no easing into this job YN 😌

“Well hello there gorgeous,” a very untoned blonde who seriously needed his roots retouched whistled

“Umm hi! I was wondering if you could-” you started to say before being unfortunately interrupted 🙄

“You want my autograph don’t ya sweetheart?” The blonde smirked, conveniently pulling out a sharpie that seemed to manifest from thin air

“Oh no, I’m looking for-” you try to say again before again being interrupted

“ATSUMU!” A voice shouted as you saw a rather angry looking man with black spiky hair marching up to you and the blonde, “what did I tell you about harassing guests?”

“I wasn’t harassing ‘em!” The blonde, known as Atsumu shouted back

Meanwhile you are just standing there like 🧍

“If you weren’t harassing them, then why do they look like they wanna run for their lives?” Another tall man with curly black hair replied, approaching from behind you

“SHUT YER TRAP SAKUSA!” Atsumu yelled again as the spiky haired man spoke

“If you both don’t get your asses back into that gym right now!”

Atsumu rolled his eyes before responding, “yes Iwaizumi” and turning to leave

But not before shooting a very unsolicited wink in your direction 🙄

“Stop making people feel so uncomfortable,” Sakusa berated as he and Atsumu argued back to the gym

“I’m so sorry about that. You must be Yn?” Iwaizumi asked turning to you as you smiled back widely

“That’s me!” You giggled as Iwaizumi’s eyes widened and his face turned pink at your sheer adorableness

Iwaizumi is just happy that you seem excited

He’s tired Yn, help him please

Iwaizumi begins showing you around the gym while various, rather large men walk past you

You excitedly ask questions, smiling and laughing

The guys are all like 👀👀👀👀👀

They’d heard about a new prospective manager starting but dang, you were way cuter than they imagined

After the tour you made your way to the gym with Iwaizumi to finally meet the team

As you stood there, adorable and bubbly, they all just stared at you like a bunch of creeps 😅

You remember in Season 2 when Yachi joined Karasuno and Suga had to tell Noya and Tanaka to stop staring…

Yeah that’s exactly what’s happening right now 😂

Iwaizumi is giving everyone his death glare because there is absolutely no way he’s letting anyone ruin this for him!

Iwa rn 👉🏻 🔥 👄🔥

Of course you notice them all looking at you but you simply think it’s because you are new

Delusion is always the solution Yn

“And finally, this is Yn, our new manager. I expect nothing but respect and kindness from you guys!” Coach yells as you smile and wave a greeting

“I’m so excited to work with you all!” You say, smiling bright as your eyes sparkle with excitement

This was the first of many incidents that sealed your fate

Now some of the team members fell hard for you immediately

*cough* ATSUMU, BOKUTO, HINATA *cough*

While others took a while to warm up to you

They all thought you were cute and sweet sure but it was your actions that spoke the loudest

For example…

“Hey Sakusa, I heard you are particular about laundry and hygiene, if you could please tell me the products you prefer so I can accommodate you? Oh and I’d you’d like, I can wear a mask around you to make you more comfortable!” You excitedly spoke, standing 6 feet apart from Sakusa so as to not be right in his space

Sakusa rn 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“Umm sure I can text you a list and you don’t have to wear a mask if you aren’t comfortable,” he responds, honestly shocked because who are you

You wave your hands and smile, “oh no it’s really ok! I’m very accommodating!”

It was safe to say you’d captured our precious Sakusa’s attention

But it doesn’t stop there

“Hey Suna, I noticed you left your arm guards in on the bench yesterday! I washed them for you last night oh and I recorded a video of Atsumu flubbing a serve and accidently hitting Kageyama. I can send it to you if you’d like?” You laughed as Suna just stared in awe

Who the heck were you and why were you so amazing!

Not only that but you provided help to Aran and Ushijima when it came to taking diligent notes about the teams progress

Made sure Kageyama had plenty to eat and got enough sleep

You measured down to the very millimeter for jump heights, making sure Hoshiumi knew exactly where he stood against the other players

You stayed late to help Komori and Yaku with their receiving practice

You came early to unlock the gym for Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata because lord knows they can’t be out of the gym for more than 8 hours 🙄

You even made sure the guys all followed Iwaizumi’s strict training regime to ensure they all stayed healthy and in the best shape!

It was easy to see why they all had fallen for you!

Competent, pretty, kind, amazing and funny? A perfect combination!

It had been about 6 months and you’d more than proven your worth as a manager

You’d even spent time outside of practice with all of them both individually as well as in groups

Surprisingly they’d all managed to keep their little crushes on you to a minimum

They respected you and didn’t want to mess up anything

When I say “they” I actually mean “most of them”…

Because, ya know, some people just can’t stop themselves 👀

It was safe to say they all knew each other had a crush on their precious manager

But for the sake of teamwork, most of them kept it to themselves

However, there is some people who can only hold it in so long

“I’m thinking about asking YN out this weekend,” Atsumu boldly and nonchalantly says

And just like that, the entire locker room halts

“Excuse me?” Yaku says, staring at Atsumu like he’s about to commit a felony

“What? YN is such a cutie and so awesome! Is it really a surprise that I’d ask them out?” Atsumu replies

All eyes narrow on the setter as he looks back confused

“And what makes you think YN even likes you?” Suna jokes as the rest of the team nods

“Awe come on! It’s pretty safe to say Yn has a crush on me, look at all the stuff they do for me,” Atsumu continues

“So? YN does that for all of us. Plus, maybe another one of us wants to ask them out?” Sakusa adds as Atsumu narrows his eyes

“Ok then, who wants to ask YN out?”

Literally all hands shoot up as the guys look around at each other, eyes wide as the realization sinks in

Soon the shock wears off and they narrow their eyes at each other like a duel in the Ok corral is about to go down 😑

“Well there’s no way all of us asking out YN would be a good idea. We’d probably scare them away!” Komori mentioned

“Nah, if Atsumu hasn’t scared them yet, pretty sure we’re safe,” Aran remarked as Atsumu looked at his friend, offended by his remarks

“What if we draw lots?” Hyakuzawa questioned

“That’s not really far to YN tho, what if they have a particular interest in a member?” Yaku answered

“First one to ask Yn out then?” Hakuba remarked

“Oh yeah, just a bunch of grown ass men running up to YN screaming ‘YN GO OUT WITH ME!��� That sounds like nightmare fuel!” Hoshiumi replied

“Ok so then we let Yn decide,” Iwa added, coming through the doors having just listened to the conversation, “we do our best to win YN’s affections and we let them decide.”

The team all nodded in agreement, ready for the challenge of winning their precious YN’s heart

The next morning, the gym felt different

You could tell immediately the moment you stepped in

“Good morning YN, I bought you coffee!” Iwaizumi smiled, handing you a cup of your favorite pick me up

“Thanks Hajime! I really needed this!”

“Hey Yn, I thought maybe you’d wanna have lunch with me today? My treat,” Yaku interrupted

“That would be awesome Mori!”

“Here Yn, I know how much you love these flowers so I got up early to go to the market to get some,” Sakusa flushed, pushing the flowers in your direction

“Wow thanks Kiyoomi! They are beautiful!”

Were these boys being weird? Sure

Were you gonna fight it? Absolutely not

Now these shenanigans continued for a few weeks and at first they were innocent

But then bringing you coffee, flowers or the occasional chocolate morphed into full blown outings

“Hey YN, I’m going to the art museum this weekend? You wanna come?” Komori asked as your eyes lit up

You loved art!!

“Hey YN, I’m gonna grab sushi tonight after practice, you wanna come?” Gao would ask as your mouth salivated

You loved sushi!

“Hey YN, I’m planning on going to the dog park with Hirugami tonight, you wanna come?” Hoshiumi would ask

Dogs? Say less!

“Hey YN, there’s a new cat cafe that just opened up, you wanna go with me?” Suna would declare

Cats? ABSOLUTELY

It took you a while to catch on that there was something strange going on with these guys

While the putting seemed innocent, their motives definitely were not

After a while, you’d finally gotten sick of it all and just asked

It was after practice, the gym was quiet

And there you were

“What is up with you guys taking me on all these dates for?”

… there to ruin it

Their amount of wide-eyed staring and red faces gave them away quicker than a smoking volcano

You sighed, knowing you had to tell them the truth

“Listen guys, I like you all but only as friends and coworkers ok?”

They all collectively sighed, having all been rejected at the same time

You felt bad but at the same time, they needed to know your feelings for them were platonic

“Hey we can still go out and have fun but it’ll only be as friends ok? Plus I have a boyfriend already.”

Their eyes all shot up at you, wondering who exactly it would be

“Wait you had a boyfriend this whole time?” Atsumu questioned

Yep :D

“Like before you even started working with us?” Yaku asked

Yep : D

“Ok then how come we’ve never met him before?” Sakusa demanded as you smiled

“Oh you have, he talks about you guys all the time!” You respond as everyone but Iwaizumi looks confused

“YN you’re not dating him, please YN anyone but him!” Iwa shouts, running up to you and shaking you as your grin devilishly

It seems to finally hit the others as their eyes go from shocked to horrified in a matter of seconds.

Before they can even process his name, they hear a “yoohoo Yn-Chan” radiate throughout the gym

Surprise an Oikawa ending 😅 if you didn’t see it coming, do you even know who I am? I will always work that man into everything possible!

[starrbright]

Repentance And Reward

Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu & Suna Rintaro

your bullies fucks you.

this was supposed to be just a drabble. 2.8 k

i settled this in a college setting. all my y/n are fat and of color.

if you've been here with me since day one, you'd figured it out i like it messy and sloppy. i am so serious when i say all my faves in haikyuu can spit in my mouth😔 i really made myself so horny while i was writing this.

inspired by @shaisuki, her piece of the trio being bullies.

honestly don't know if this counts as manipulation. spit kink hahahshahahah. thigh riding. handjobs. slight thigh fucking and blowjobs.

It's another day of the slight misery that weighs heavily between everything; being the manager of the inarizaki boys. Of course, the reasons being—the menace of all them, the Miyas and Suna.

Yesterday ended with you not being able to hold back anymore, pent up dejected frustrations bursting suddenly that allowed you to have the guts to at last put them in place somehow, at least. And despite they repented, and you of barely passing by for all their actions, you're still as rightly upset about it all.

They expected it. When they came in the gym for their morning training, the three arriving earlier than usual having talked about what to do with you—with the sight of you alone being there already and preparing all their necessities. Familiarized of their footsteps enough to know it's them, not even looking the doorway when they walked in, nor falter your focus of what you were doing, just simply ignoring them again.

It's cute. You think you can keep up against them.

You think you're the only one who has been penting up something. That it's only you who's gonna overflow and snap. What happened yesterday only gave them the push. Whether it'll only piss you off more or accept their apology, they don't care, after all--it'll be a win-win.

So there you are now being trapped by the trio once again, ignoring your protests when they spoke of making it up to you, if you could just go with them to the lockers. You have an idea of what they're imposing but trying to deny it in you.

Atsumu and Rintaro remains to bombard you as they pull on your arms, your body trapped between the two as they walk towards their intended direction. While the two always simply enjoy taunting you to a mess, Osamu doesn't want to waste time anymore, they only have an hour before anyone arrives more and a few minutes has passed by already.

"Osamu!" You gasped when you're suddenly as easily lifted off the ground by the said man, wrapping your arms around his neck in an immediate wary, looking up at him in disbelief. "Put me down," your voice lightly dragging in both plea and irritation.

Given, he doesn't listen. The snickers of the two echoes as they follow as Osamu keeps heading to the lockers.

"Come on, sweetheart. You want this, hmm?" There goes Atsumu with his mouth again, always putting words in your mouth—when you now find yourself locked with them, cramped between them like never as their hands begin to touch you everywhere.

You shake your head, keeping up with your protests, trying to push them away but it's only met by heavy and peering eyes, so much of their amusement and the lust. Strongly ignoring the tents they had in their shorts. But you could hardly deny yourself as well.

For once, you admit at least only to yourself, Atsumu is right about you.

"Why don't we just see it for ourselves and let her see it as well?" Rintaro said. Cupping your round cheeks between his one hand, stopping your useless complaints and the other pulled down on your pants, with the help of Atsumu.

"No," you let out weakly and barely as Rintaro keeps his fingers squished on your cheeks while your lush waist and panties are revealed. Hearing them muttering curses when they let your pants pooled on your feet, fat thighs there for them to feast.

"Rin—" before you could utter more, his hand has already dipped in your panties, looking dead in your eyes as he slides his palm further, cupping your mound, two of his fingers feeling how your cunt has been leaking a bit. Breath stopping in your throat and eyes threatening to flutter when his said two fingers began to rub your folds, feeling how your slick drips more. Your eyes stay on anything but their eyes, embarrassed; shy from how aroused you are as they remain eyeing you down.

Rintaro's smirk curls up more, "Aren't ya filthy?" he has the nerve to say and rub his thumb on your clit, eliciting a sudden whimper from you. To prove more of their point, he takes his hand back and shows it to you. Smugly parading his slicked digits, your eyes widening when he sucked them in his mouth, humming as he does. "She doesn't want this, nah." Says he, his untainted hand getting his phone from his jacket and began to record. Knowing all the best angles to catch with whatever goes next.

And what Atsumu says in haste after, they can't wait for. "Fuck, I wanna taste, too."

A pathetic sound barely tumbled from you as he dropped his knees on the floor, your panties yanked down, "Atsumu!" Your hands couldn't even make it in time to prevent his mouth from going to your cunt, forcing arms kept against the back of your thighs to spread you open as he laps on your mound.

The blonde loudly groans from your taste, his sounds rumbling within you and his tongue eagerly licking your cunt, your mere restraint slipping away completely. "Look at 'er," Osamu says, taking notice of every little reaction you have, his hand laying on your nape to turn you to him and sealed your mouth with his. Rintaro gliding his own on your neck sloppily as he takes off your jacket, shirt and bra. You whine even more when they begin to get raw with their thoughts aloud. "Her pussy tastes good, doesn't it, Tsumu?" Rintaro prods in between, his hand groping your breasts, and you, in a mess of not wanting to hear their crude words but so riled up from it. Your poor cheeks once again held by Osamu this time as he freed your mouth and made you look down to his twin.

Atsumu takes a moment to let your pussy breathe after he gave no mercy to it in giving you pleasure; slurping you up while he kept licking and sucking. Spitting on you a few times, even as parting your little hole to spit in you, your juices and his drool already such a mess that he's been drinking. "S'fucking great," Atsumu wildly rasps, mouth wide open and dribbling of the mess. The sight of his eyes you've never seen from anyone because of you. An insanity he knows he has on, with teeth and widened lips soaked, hearts in his pupils, swirls in his widened eyes.

Osamu rumbled a low laugh, squeezing your cheeks. "You've no idea how badly we wanted to do this to ya," he muttered on your ear, his tongue flicking so slowly there.

"Bet you thought about this, too." Rin chuckles, both he and Samu pressing their still clothed and hard cocks on each of your thighs. Your hands now held by the two and led you to palm them, heavy and full against their shorts. Their groans came with its ever teasing laughs as you let your fingers caressed them, hiding your face on Samu's neck, long given up to deny them, and yourself. "Good girl." Samu breathes, his mouth still on your ear.

They, as always cruelly, continue to taunt you of what you can't and won't escape from. "Just say the words, princess." Atsumu croons, back to petting your wet cunt with his thumb.

There you go giving in. You nod, filled with shame yet eagerly you do. "Yes...please..."

So, not a minute sooner, you're on top of Atsumu's right thigh, soaking him there of your leaking cunt, Osamu and Rintaro's cocks in both your hands, Atsumu fisting himself as he kisses you, his other hand on your thick hip and began to move you on him.

"This is so fucking hot, fuck." Rin cursed as he and Samu slowly fucks into your hands and of you meeting their thrusts, his recording still going, your left breast being slapped by him and the other heavily kneaded by Samu.

The view showing most of you, your naked breasts to your ample belly dripping of sweat and their spits from all the sloppy kisses they gave you. Atsumu's thigh with a little paddle of your slick. "Move, baby doll." Atsumu demands as he stopped kissing you, guiding you to grind on his thigh more, making your hands tighten and tremble against their cocks and the two hiss even more.

You follow, with you not allowing too much of your sounds leave you as you fuck your pussy on his thigh, still trying to ignore the shame drowning you. It's nothing but adorable to them as you keep that wall up, still wanting to avoid their eyes.

"Still so shy, huh?" Atsumu exposes your readable thoughts, a grin stitched aside on him, and then your cheeks were once held again, locking your gaze on him.

"Nothin' to be embarrassed about, love." Osamu says. He's not lying but he wouldn't lie as well that sight of you so little while they're whoring you out—makes his cock want to pound your cunt endlessly.

Of course, there's Rin. "There is if she's being such a slut right now for us, hmm?" He laughs, then licking up a thick stripe on his left fingers and smeared it on your nipple as he toys with it.

You're wordless against theirs. What could you even say to them? Complain? While you're pleasuring your cunt by riding the star setter of the team's thigh, his damn glorious thighs. Pressure so fucking good in your sex. Your hands obediently pleasing two cocks. Parts of your body already leaving marks from their hands of slapping your tits, nipples pulled and pinched, your ass spanked, digging on your thighs, gripping your arms, groping your belly, from their nails driving amidst in all of it. Their spits mixed in your mouth from their kisses, that drips down on you so warm.

"Ya like this," Samu says the obvious for you and you could only gnaw your lips at that, bearing to hold Atsumu's gaze as you keep your pace. "Say it for us, doll." the man begins to use his hold over you, his blonde twin's smug but nonchalant face breaks into a grin seeing how Samu's effect on you, fucking his on his hand cock a bit faster.

Everything is so damn good. "Like this...I like it...so much." You utter in whimpers. "All feels good," you barely mumble and they swear, they almost let themselves cum from that alone.

"Fuck." Rin laughs so breathlessly, a groan catching in his throat from it, gripping his phone harder as his hold on it began to shake. The twins just held their reactions but no better.

Wanting the four of you to finish all the same time, Samu poses a push that'll do it. "C'mere," he murmurs, his hand on your chin and turned you to him. "Don't swallow until they've all spit." he ordered before he opened your mouth and let his tongue hover above yours. A thick glob of his saliva slowly dropping to your tongue, resulting a loud moan from you, your eyes rolling back, his grip that was now on your neck squeezed tight.

"Shit. Holy fuck." Atsumu groans when he sees it all. Rin as well, "Fucking hell."

Then Atsumu was more than eager to follow next, though carefully getting your head to him so as for you to not waste Samu's spit. There he let his spit fall on your puddled tongue, a few drops slowly beginning to drip on your lips from how much they gave you.

You couldn't wait to swallow it all, now it was Rin. And he was glad he's last because he gets to do what he does. His tongue lolled out and his spit trickles down to yours into thick drops from how much he gathered.

Just so to please them more, instead of just closing your mouth and immediately swallowing—you slowly rolled your tongue up and back in, giving them a glimpse of how their spits dripped down to your throat and whimpered when you do swallow, your paces faltering but theirs in a fast rhythm. "You're such a good slut." Rin pressed tightly, lightly slapping his fingers on your cheek.

All of you so close. "Fuck, come on, doll, faster." Atsumu grunted and you heed again, catching back your rhythm, fast, both for your pussy and the two cocks on your hands.

"Just like that, princess." Osamu says, gripping on your right breast so hard. It's no half a minute when you've all let yourselves let go for your peaks to immediately rise; dogs in heats of your movements, panting so loud, your grip on their cocks tight and desperate as is your thighs on Atsumu to keep on pushing your cunt to its end, Atsumu thinks he could never go back to watching porns when jacking himself off when he could have a live show.

"Close?" Osamu calls to you when he takes your face to him again and kissed you. You nod immediately, eyes given up and just closed as you keep kissing, your hips doing its best to finally take the edge off.

And at last you do after a moment more, whining loudly when you came and had you shuddering greatly—still even when you stilled your hands on their cocks, threatening them to cum right then and there, they held back, Atsumu as well. Savoring the sight of your end for a moment but not long enough to let your high down.

"On your knees, love." Osamu says, though they know you could barely comply, your body already on clouds, so Atsumu does it for you. In a hurry but still as gentle to getting you off of him and you tried to get on your knees. "Open wide."

Fuck, what they were going to do was better than their spits. Your mouth opens wide and tongue laid out, hazy eyes tired looking up at them, seeing their cocks near your mouth as they fist themselves.

Then they came one after another, their three cocks huddled close to your face but making sure no drop is wasted as their cum spilled straight to your mouth. They groan of curses with the heat flooding them as they finally released, the sight of their thick and hot cum flood on your tongue. Swallowing it all in so much of delight.

You're slumped on your knees, heaving for breaths, eyes in a feathery state. Shame long numb in you despite still there. And how could you even feel it still when you just keep seeing hearts in their eyes? You were sure your own pupils were beginning to whirl its own hearts.

So you weren't surprised when they went for another. Making most of the remaining time and they haven't had enough. They couldn't. Osamu having you on his lap as he fucked your thighs, your pillowy flesh suffocating his cock so good and while rubbing against your wet pussy. As you suck off Atsumu and Rintaro at the same time, switching from giving them a handjob to let them fuck your mouth in between. The ending once again, them cumming in your mouth. No happening left unrecorded. They had you good.

But more of them by you.

Why else Atsumu had taken your bag from the bleachers when they took you to the lockers? Cleaned you up good after with your things. Eased your used body with their skilled hands. Dressed you back up neatly in your uniform. That they're the only ones who cleaned up any mess and didn't let you to even help a little.

.

.

.

When you opened the door and took a step aside, you flinched at the sudden sight of two figures. Kita and Aran.

You could only stand there frozen as they near, having left no choice but to let the inevitable be. The three now walking out as well. You don't need to look at them to know they're unfazed. Normally smug, more so with what just happened.

"Y/N." Kita nods to you, his calm look remaining even as he eyes the three besides you.

Your look as you stare at the captain is deeply apologetic, despite you want to laugh to yourself as you see the sheer knowing look of Aran and the want of the ground to just take you. "I'm so sorry." You mouthed to Kita.

Bless his heart, he only tuts his head as he merely gestures it's alright and you could go. And you do, covering your mouth in disbelief, mirth and shame as you walk away from them and back to the bleachers when you hear the captain's words to the three. "The next time you do this again, don't do it here."

[todorokis-girl]

Getting back with your ex? - Suna Rintarou (pt 1)

(part 2) After a painful breakup and years apart, Y/N and Suna Rintarou are forced to work together again in the world of professional volleyball. When an unexpected injury and a work trip to Okinawa bring them closer, unresolved feelings and old wounds resurface. Amidst professional obligations and personal turmoil, they must navigate their complicated past and uncertain future. Can they overcome their history and find their way back to each other, or will the lingering pain keep them apart forever?

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I shake slightly as I walk into the Olimpic team training area, bag and binder in hand. The imposing structure of the stadium looms above me, filled with the echoes of bouncing volleyballs and distant shouts. The Japan media agency was recently activated to manage the promotions and media activities for the team, and I was assigned as their specific manager. Lucky me. Kuroo deserved to be beheaded, it was his job to promote them anyway, he could do it by himself! Ok, that would be unrealistic, and I’m just pissed. Kuroo did NOT deserve to be beheaded.

Taking a deep breath, I try to steady my nerves, but I only shake more the deeper I get into the stadium. Anyone would be thrilled to work with them—actually, everyone was thrilled. I think I was the only one not foaming at the mouth to manage them; yet I think that was my downfall. Damn you, indifference. In reality, I wasn’t indifferent. In any other circumstance, I’d foam at the mouth like everyone else for the job. Yet, Suna Rintaro was a member of this team. Of course he is. I would’ve given my left arm for it to have been Osamu instead.

Suna and I dated in high school. If anything was known about me in those days, it was that I drooled for my boyfriend. As the manager for the Inarizaki team, I most definitely gave him preferential treatment, and Osamu loved to bitch about it. I missed those days.

I was head over heels, down on my knees for this man. And then he became a professional volleyball player. To quote him directly, “I don’t have the time for you.” Yet weeks later, I started seeing magazine articles of him out with different models. No time, my ass. Just say you don’t love me and move on.

I took the deepest breath I could muster and walked into the court area, laser-focused on making it to the coach first. The court was a whirlwind of activity, players diving, spiking, and shouting encouragements. My heart pounded louder with each step. I needed to ask for the remaining time from practice to talk and get to know the players as much as I could. When the coach finally spotted me, he looked me up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, then stared into my soul. Intimidating man. I smiled and extended my hand to him once I was close enough.

“Hello, sir, I’m L/N Y/N. I’m the team's new media manager, Kuroo Tetsuro had called to notify ahead of time. I was told I could have the last hour of practice to talk to the team and get to know them, if that’s okay with you, of course.”

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through my façade of calm, and gave a deep sigh. “Yes.”

I smiled and stood back, giving him the space to address the team when he thought it prudent. “Everyone, head to the showers and meet this young lady in the conference room in 10.”

A chorus of “Yes, sir” rang around the court, followed by the sound of sneakers squeaking on the floor. The players began to disperse, casting curious glances my way. Before anyone could properly look at me, I bowed to the coach and attempted to make a run to the conference room after being given directions.

“Y/N.” I stopped in my tracks, my eyes widening as I recognized the voice of Suna.

“Who?”

“Y/N, c’mon.”

“I really don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t know this... Y/N, was it?”

“I can see it’s you. I know it’s you. I’d recognize your back anywhere.”

I spun around immediately, ready to chew him out for what he was insinuating, but I was met by his bright smile, almost as if he was expecting it. His eyes twinkled with mischief. “Yeah, no doubt about it. That’s my girl.”

I stopped the words that were about to spill out of my mouth and replaced them with a different set. “I’m not your girl anymore.” I looked down at my watch, more for symbolic effect than to check the time. “I will definitely be telling Coach Foster if you’re late to the conference room. You have five minutes left.”

Without giving him a chance to process what had happened, I turned again and headed pointedly to the conference room, my steps echoing my determination.

As I marched towards the conference room, my thoughts were a whirlwind. The confrontation with Suna had set my nerves alight, but I couldn’t afford to lose my focus. The team’s future media presence rested on my shoulders, and I had to be professional, no matter how tangled my past with Suna was.

The conference room was a stark contrast to the bustling court. It was quiet and orderly, with a long table in the center surrounded by sleek chairs. I set my bag and binder down, pulling out my notes and arranging them meticulously. I had just enough time to compose myself before the players started trickling in.

First came Sakusa Kiyoomi, his expression inscrutable as he took a seat at the far end of the table. He gave a curt nod, acknowledging my presence without a word. Next were Hinata Shoyo and Bokuto Koutarou, chatting animatedly and filling the room with their infectious energy. They greeted me with enthusiastic smiles, making me feel a bit more at ease.

Finally, Suna walked in, casual and confident, as if our earlier exchange hadn’t affected him at all. He took a seat near the middle, flashing me a knowing grin. I ignored him and turned to face the team.

“Thank you all for coming,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady. “As you know, my agency has been hired to manage your media presence; Kuroo Tetsuro will handle the rest of the coordinations or team promotions. My goal is to help each of you shine, both on and off the court. I’ll be working closely with you to develop your public personas and ensure you get the recognition you deserve.”

I paused, gauging their reactions. Most of the team seemed receptive, though Sakusa remained impassive. Suna leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching me with an unreadable expression.

“To start, I’d like to get to know each of you better,” I continued. “Understanding your personalities, interests, and goals will help me tailor our approach to suit you individually. We’ll go around the table, and each of you can share a bit about yourselves. Let’s start with you, Hinata.”

Hinata beamed and launched into a lively account of his journey in volleyball, his eyes shining with passion. His enthusiasm was contagious, and soon, the rest of the team was sharing their stories, laughing and bonding over shared experiences. Even Sakusa offered a few guarded sentences, and I could sense the walls between us beginning to crumble.

When it was Suna’s turn, he spoke with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, detailing his rise to fame with practiced ease. I couldn’t help but notice the glances he threw my way, testing my reactions. “I even had a girlfriend once, with me all the way to the start of my professional career; can’t believe I let ‘er go” I met his gaze evenly, refusing to let him see how much he affected me.

“Thank you for sharing, Suna,” I said, cutting him off before he could drag out his story any longer. “It’s clear that each of you brings something unique to the team, and I’m excited to work with you all.”

I glanced at my notes, ready to move on to the next part of the meeting. “Now, let’s talk about some of the upcoming promotional events and media opportunities. We have a few scheduled interviews, photo shoots, and public appearances. I’ll need your cooperation and input to make sure we present you in the best possible light.”

The discussion flowed smoothly, with the players offering ideas and feedback. Despite the initial tension, the atmosphere gradually became more collaborative. By the end of the meeting, I felt a sense of accomplishment. We were laying the foundation for a successful partnership, and I was determined to prove myself as their media manager.

As the team began to disperse, Suna lingered behind, his eyes following me as I gathered my things. I braced myself for another confrontation, but he simply leaned against the table, watching me with an amused expression.

“You handled that well, Y/N,” he said, his tone surprisingly sincere. “I wasn’t sure what to expect, but you’ve still got that fire.”

I paused, meeting his gaze. “I’m here to do a job, Suna. That’s all.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Sure, if that’s what you want to believe.”

“What I want to believe? You think I asked for this position?” I was appalled that he was suggesting I deliberately choose this to seek him out.

He gave me a cocky grin and without another word, he pushed off from the table and walked out, leaving me standing there with a mix of emotions. I took a deep breath, pushing aside the memories and focusing on the task at hand. There was a lot of work to be done, and I was ready to face it head-on. Suna was NOT going to make me lose my head. He let me go once, and I had given him all of myself, it wasn’t happening again. Kuroo was definitely getting an earful ‘don’t be so dramatic, It’s gonna be fine’.

I huffed to myself finally stepping out of the room and on my way to my car, my hand automatically reaching for my phone, if I had to vent, Kuroo was getting it.

As I reached my car and slid into the driver's seat, I quickly unlocked my phone and dialed Kuroo's number. The phone rang a few times before his familiar, lazy voice answered.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“What’s up? Seriously, Kuroo? You dumped the Olympic team’s media management on me, that’s what’s up!”

He chuckled, and I could practically hear his smug grin through the phone. “I knew you could handle it. You’re the best we’ve got.”

“Flattery isn’t going to save you,” I snapped, gripping the steering wheel. “You could have at least warned me about Suna being on the team. Do you have any idea how awkward that was?”

There was a brief pause, and then Kuroo sighed. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. You’re professionals, right? Just… don’t let him get to you.”

“Easier said than done,” I muttered. “He’s still as infuriating as ever.”

“Look, just focus on the job. You’re great at what you do, and the team needs you. Besides, Suna’s just one player. Don’t let him distract you.”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s just… complicated.”

“I know. But you’ve got this. If anyone can turn this team into media darlings, it’s you.”

“Thanks, Kuroo. I’ll do my best.”

“That's my girl,” he said with a note of pride in his voice. “Keep me updated, okay?”

“Will do. And Kuroo?”

“Yeah?”

“Next time, give me a heads-up, will you?”

He laughed. “You got it. Take care, Y/N.”

I hung up and took a few moments to collect myself before starting the car. The drive home was a blur, my mind occupied with thoughts of Suna and the daunting task ahead. By the time I pulled into my driveway, I had resolved to put all personal feelings aside and focus solely on my work.

The next morning, I arrived at the training facility early, armed with my binder and a renewed sense of determination. Today, I had individual meetings scheduled with each player to discuss their personal branding and media strategy. I hoped to gain a deeper understanding of their personalities and how best to present them to the public.

Hinata was first. His energy was infectious, and his enthusiasm for the sport shone through every word he said. We discussed his goals and how to leverage his vibrant personality to connect with fans.

Next was Bokuto, who was equally charismatic but in a more boisterous way. His love for the game was palpable, and I made notes on how to highlight his dynamic presence in interviews and social media.

Sakusa was a bit more challenging. He was reserved and guarded, but I managed to coax out his interests and preferences. We discussed ways to showcase his quieter, more introspective side while still appealing to the team's fanbase.

Finally, it was Suna’s turn. He sauntered into the conference room with his usual nonchalance, sitting down across from me with a smirk.

“Let’s get this over with,” he said, leaning back in his chair.

I ignored his tone and focused on my notes. “Alright, Suna. I want to understand your goals and how we can present you to the public. What are you hoping to achieve with your media presence?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You really think people care about that stuff?”

“Yes, I do. Your fans want to know more about you than just your performance on the court. They want to connect with you as a person.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. I want to be seen as a serious athlete. I don’t want all that fluff and nonsense. Just focus on my game.”

I nodded, jotting down his words. “Got it. We’ll highlight your dedication and professionalism. Anything else you want to add?”

He studied me for a moment, his gaze intense. “You still care about what people think, don’t you?”

I met his eyes, refusing to back down. “It’s my job to care, Suna. And it’s yours too, whether you like it or not.”

He smirked again, but there was a hint of something softer in his eyes. “You’ve changed, Y/N. You’re tougher now.”

“I had to be,” I replied, packing up my things. “Meeting’s over. Thanks for your time.”

As I walked out of the room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Suna was watching me, his eyes lingering longer than necessary. I pushed the thought aside and focused on the task at hand. There was still a lot of work to be done, and I was determined to succeed.

Over the next few weeks, I threw myself into my work, coordinating interviews, photo shoots, and public appearances. The players gradually warmed up to me, and we began to build a cohesive media strategy that highlighted their unique strengths.

Despite my initial apprehension, things started to fall into place. The team’s media presence improved, and their popularity soared. Even Sakusa, with his reserved nature, began to open up in front of the camera.

Through it all, Suna remained a constant challenge. He was professional during our meetings, but there was always an undercurrent of tension between us. Yet, I couldn’t deny that working with him pushed me to be better, to stay focused and not let my emotions get in the way.

One evening, after a particularly successful interview session, I found myself alone in the conference room, reviewing the footage. The door creaked open, and Suna walked in, his expression unreadable.

“Hey,” he said, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” I replied, not looking up from my notes.

He walked over and sat down across from me, his gaze fixed on my face. “You’ve done a good job with the team.”

“Thanks,” I said, still focused on my work. “We’re not done yet, though. There’s always room for improvement.”

“Yeah, but you’ve made a difference. Even I can see that.”

I finally looked up, meeting his eyes. “What do you want, Suna?”

He leaned back in his chair, his expression softening. “I just wanted to say… I’m sorry. For everything. High school, the way I ended things. I was a jerk.”

I blinked, taken aback by his sudden sincerity. “Why now?”

“Because I’ve had a lot of time to think. And seeing you here, working so hard, made me realize how much I messed up.”

I sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and frustration. “I appreciate the apology, Suna. But it doesn’t change what happened.”

He stays silence his eyes seeming to be inspecting my face, as if looking for something else “I know, I still wanted to try” 

I studied his face, searching for any hint of insincerity. But all I saw was genuine regret. “Fine”

He smiled, a real, honest smile that made my heart ache with nostalgia. I hate that I genuinely miss him. 

As he stood up to leave, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders; but a certain, different desire settled in me. I watched him leave, and closed my eyes for a second. It seems watching him leave was all I knew how to do. 

I turned back to my notes. There was still a lot of work to be done, and I was ready to face it head-on, no matter what challenges came my way; but maybe I needed Kuroo to come along with me more often, even if he was busy getting the schedules and making the plans. 

One afternoon, after hours of looking through notes and interview footage, I found myself in the staff lounge, nursing a cup of coffee. The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. I was lost in thought when the door opened, and Kuroo walked in, looking as tired as I felt.

“Hey,” he said, flopping down in the chair next to mine. “How’s it going?”

I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Busy. Exhausting. But good. The team’s doing great.”

Kuroo nodded, taking a sip of his own coffee. “You’re doing an amazing job, Y/N. Glad I choose you to help me out, I don’t know how I’d do it without you”

I smiled, feeling a bit of the tension ease. “Thanks, Kuroo, I apreciate the apreciation; what are you doing here anyway? Mister sports promoter not have a big fancy office at a big fancy building?”

He raised an eyebrow and turned to face me, the scrutiny in his eyes heavy “I want to wear gym clothes every once in a while, and I cant do that at the office. Miss sports media manager” I smiled and nooded, showing I understood. 

I mean, he was right, one of the couple of upside of working in the training arena was the ability of being able to show up in sweats and leggings, as it was the most proper attire. 

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “But seriously, if you need anything, just let me know. We’re in this together, even if I am technically your boss”

“Actually,” I said, glancing at him, “I was thinking if you could come along to a few more of the meetings. Having you there would make things a bit easier.” My voice filled with hope. 

Kuroo looked at me, his expression thoughtful. “Of course. I’ll rearrange my schedule. All the player meetings or someone in particular?”

I felt like a deer caugh in headlights “well… uhm…”

“So just Suna Rintarou?” he asked with a knowing tone, and I couldn’t deny it; I just hoped he would agree to it and not pull the ‘I’m your boss’ card, not that he ever did “Sure, I’ll do the meetings with Suna and pass along the info” 

“Thanks, Kuroo,” I said, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.

He grinned, standing up. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it. Let me know when the meetings with Suna are”

“Will do,” I replied, watching him leave the lounge. As I turned back to my coffee, noticing it was cold. 

I was going to start seeing Suna a lot less often, no more weekly meetings with him, and I would try to make my time in the office a little more unnavailable to him by doing them exclusively during practice hours. This was something high school me would’ve come up with, and I knew that, but I don’t currently have the mental space to come up with something better. 

(part 2)

[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

[tar0star]

why did i do this to myself

[matchamabs]

drunk drawn au where after guy confronts gaara in lee’s hospital room, gaara realises that as dumb as he looks, guy is pretty genuine when it comes to caring deeply for his students! so what’s an enormously traumatised attention-starved 13 year old supposed to do? obviously he spontaneously defects and becomes his student whether he likes it or not. 

[kozloedik]

I think my old comics are pretty funny

[psychokittycat101]

Guys I need help, I want to read fanfics where Y/n is either the Manager of MSBY or All Japan Team, please help me I can’t find any 😭

[tsumiomi]

Kiyoomi: I don't want your help. I don't need your help. Rintarou: What a bitch. Atsumu: A sexy bitch.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

👀Just imagine a cute! Team Japan manager who makes friendship bracelets for the entirety of Team Japan 🥹 they customize the bracelets to fit each player, using their favorite colors, putting their names and numbers along with a little volleyball charm. Then they present them to the team the night before the Olympics and the entire team is just like

👁️💧👄💧👁️

Bokuto and Hinata are crying and hugging their manager to death.

Suna is already taking a reel of it for his instagram

Aran is heavily impressed that their manager found time to make sure intricate masterpieces

Atsumu swears his bracelet has more details than everyone else’s therefore he’s got to be the favorite 🙄

Ushiwaka and Kageyama are super impressed that the bracelets are their correct wrist sizes

Yaku and Kamori are already planning a movie night with their manager because that’s what besties do

Sakusa says “I’m not really a jewelry person” but we all know that bracelets never leaving his wrist 😏

The next day, the coaches make the team take the bracelets off because the rules say no jewelry. Everyone is mega upset. Hakuba and Hoshiumi say it’s a stupid rule but is it really tho???

On the court, the guys all began to practice while you and Iwaizumi talk. Hinata is the first to notice that Iwa didn’t take off his friendship bracelet 😱

Iwa responds with, “I’m not in the match, I can wear it all the time.” 😌💅

The team 👉🏻🔥👄🔥

[stickyricewithmangosauce]

Character who should have died in Naruto

I'm still pissed that there was a war but hardly anyone died that was important to the viewer. The war arc was complete shit anyway and shouldn't have happened in such a form -

So here is my super important opinion:

Hinata dies instead of Neji to protect Neji. In my opinion it was just tasteless anyway. There was a great battle between Naruto v. Neji; Free Will v. Fate; in that Naruto proved to him that it wasn't Neji's fate to die for the Main Branch, only to end up dying for the Main Branch. That the heiress of the Hyuuga clan dies to protect a Branch Family member would be a breaking of the circle.

Tsunade dying in the Pain Arc while protecting Konoha. The arc would have been the great end of the Sannin. Instead of Hinata, Tsunade protects Naruto. Tsunade's goal was to protect Naruto's dream and by protecting Naruto, she also protects the dream of Dan, Naruto and her brother. Both Jiraya and Tsunade die knowing that they did everything for their goal and left a legacy in Sakura and Naruto. Of course, it goes against the whole thing that Tsunade didn't want to die as sHokage, but honestly? It's a particularly good death when not all your dreams have come true.

After the Pain Arc, at least 1/3 of Konoha's population should have remained dead. No Rinne Rebirth, no 'it's all good, nothing happened'. I just wouldn't let Kakshi die instead.

Ibiki dies in the war. Remember that gross guy with the scars from the Chunin Exam? Yep, that guy. So first off, I'd give him more screen time simply because he's doing important work that should also be important to the story, but also because he's a pillar of Konoha that was just too constant and secure to not bring down. After all, we are at war, no one is safe.

Someone from the Suna siblings dies in the war. Be it Gaara, Kankuro or Temari. Three siblings, all on the front lines. All survive? I do not think so.

Orochimaru stays dead. I'm so pissed that the characters in Naruto can't just stay dead. It takes away the importance, the finality. Why should anyone take any death seriously when you just walk around reviving everyone?

Gai dies after opening all 8 gates. Even though the death hurts me the most, because fuck he is one of my favorite characters, but it would just make sense. Actually it means that you can't survive after opening the 8 gates. It should stay that way. He did great as it was his goal and in the end he also got his eternal rival by being the only one who could do something against Madara. Gai should have killed Madara too, but that's not possible because the MC always has to do the final blow

Choji dies in the Sasuke Revival Arc. I'm not 100% sure about that one. But it would have simply once again set a sign that the feel good anime Naruto is over and after the time skip the seriousness begins. It would also have clarified again in which world they live. The death of a 12 year old is relatively normal in this world. Choji's death would have been tragic, but it feels necessary.

Finally, someone from Team 7 should have died. I can't decide who it should have been. Kakashi wouldn't fit in my opinion. His curse has always been to survive everything and I'm not willing to give him his peace and follow Gai into the afterlife. Sakura would feel like a slap in the face, because damn, the bitch finally deserved to get something done. Naruto is a no-go, so it would probably come down to Sasuke. With him, the Uchiha clan will end, breaking the cycle of hate by dying for his team, his family. He would be the last death in the war, bringing peace as one of the few Uchiha.

These are just ideas. At the end of the day, I think Kashimoto showed complete ignorance to the horror of war by making the ending all lovey-dovey and with hardly any casualties. War leaves scars and wounds that never fade and never close. War changes everything, even if you survive and arrive home, it will not feel the same

[todorokis-girl]

Getting back with your ex? - Suna Rintarou (pt 2, Final Part)

(Part 1) After a painful breakup and years apart, Y/N and Suna Rintarou are forced to work together again in the world of professional volleyball. When an unexpected injury and a work trip to Okinawa bring them closer, unresolved feelings and old wounds resurface. Amidst professional obligations and personal turmoil, they must navigate their complicated past and uncertain future. Can they overcome their history and find their way back to each other, or will the lingering pain keep them apart forever?

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“You’re a kid, you know that?” I look up from my computer and stare at a very angry Suna standing at my door. I raise my hand signalling him to stop, as I was in the middle of a meeting. He tensed his jaw and closed the door, standing very menicengly by the door. 

I took a shaky breath turning back to my meeting “Everything we’ve discussed sounds perfect, I currently have a bit of a situation with one of my players; if we could re schedule?” The man on the other side nooded “I will tell my secretary” 

“What do you want Suna, I have work to do” I turned to him at the door, attemting to keep the intimidation at bay. With Suna that was impossible, there was nothing more intimidating than his precence when he was angry. 

“What do I want? Nothing really, just kind of noticed I’m the only one with the privilage of having the teams sports promoter as my media manager also” I stared at him as he walked closeer to my desk and placing both his palms on the surface of it “any reason for that?” 

“I asked Kuroo to take over some of the interviews if he could”

“Some? Y/N I’m the only one having meetings with him! Don’t you think that affects *my* media presence?” 

“Since when do you even care about your media presence at all Suna? A couple of weeks ago you insisted no one cared about that stuff”

“Well I care now” 

“Look, Suna, it’s nothing personal. Kuroo is just trying to help lighten my workload. I get it, okay? I get that this is difficult for you, but I have to do what’s best for the team.”

“Is that what this is about? Or is it about us?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

“There is no ‘us,’ Suna,” I replied firmly, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “That ship sailed a long time ago.”

He scoffed, his eyes flashing with anger. “Is that what you really believe? Or are you just too scared to admit that maybe, just maybe, there’s still something between us?”

“What do you want from me Suna? I gave you my high school years, my fist college years and you had no time *me*, now, I don’t have time for *you*” I retorted, trying to keep my emotions in check. “It’s not about you. It’s about doing my job and making sure this team gets the media coverage they deserve.”

He shook his head, his jaw tensing. “Fine. If that’s how you want to play it, then we’ll keep it strictly professional.”

“Good,” I said, my voice tight with frustration. “That’s what’s best for everyone.”

He turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving me standing there with a mix of relief and regret. I knew I had hurt him, but I couldn’t let my personal feelings get in the way of my responsibilities. I was already allowing it to take mor ethan it should, and having to admit that I was more hurt than I was willing to admit, I was still into him, I missed and damn it; I loved him. The acceptance of all of it drove me further down my rabbit hole than it should’ve 

I couldn’t help but replay our conversation in my mind. Suna had always been able to get under my skin, and today was no different. His ability to read me, and affect me continued as strong as ever and I hated it, I wanted to be over him and I wanted all of these emotions gone. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur of meetings and emails, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that things between Suna and me were far from resolved. I knew we would have to find a way to work together, but I wasn’t sure how long we could keep up this façade of professionalism.

As I drove home that evening, the events of the day replayed in my mind like a relentless loop. The tension with Suna had left me emotionally drained, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the pit of my stomach.

The sun had already set by the time I pulled into my apartment complex. I parked the car and sat there for a moment, gathering my thoughts before stepping out into the cool evening air. I made my way up to my apartment, unlocking the door with a heavy sigh.

Inside, I dropped my bag on the floor and kicked off my shoes. The place was quiet and still, a stark contrast to the chaos of the day. I headed straight for the kitchen, where I poured myself a glass of water, trying to calm my nerves.

As I stood by the kitchen counter, staring out the window into the darkening sky, my mind raced with conflicting emotions. I couldn't deny that seeing Suna again had stirred up old feelings. The memories of our time together in high school and the pain of our breakup still haunted me.

It may sound pathetic, but I always though Suna would be the end for, we’d get married one day and be togther forever. Everyone though so, even Kita though we were perfect together; and even Kita was surprised when he saw the first couple of articles assuming that Suna had cheated on me. The dozens of calls I got from our old teammates and family was overwhelming and it was aconstant reminder and even pain to me that Suna didn’t think of me the way I thought of him. 

I wasn’t special to him, and I had given him everything I had. It had been 5 years since our breakup and here I was still drowning in it all. 

I heard my phone ring and picked it up withough checking the caller ID, when I want to speak I noticed I had been crying “Hello?”

“Y/N? You ok?” I heard Atsumu’s voice on the other side of the call and I allowed myself a subtle smile “Atsu, I’m ok, what’s up?”

“Osamu is over visiting and says he wants to see you, feel like seeing him? I said you see me every day, so you might not want to see him” 

“I always wanna see Osamu, why can’t he be the one of the team? who’s going?” There was a subtle silence before he continued 

“Just the three of us, Suna said he needed some alone time” 

“then sure, I miss Osamu” 

I arrived at the cafe where we agreed to meet, feeling a mixture of nerves and anticipation. Seeing Osamu and Atsumu always brought a sense of comfort and familiarity, especially after a tough day like today and especially when they were together. As I walked in, I spotted them sitting at a corner table, chatting and laughing. Osamu looked up and waved enthusiastically when he saw me, and I couldn’t help but smile.

I saw Atsumu every day, sure, but I hadn’t seen him standing with Osamu in forever. From seeing them everyday for 3 years, to ocassionally was not ideal. 

“Y/N!” Osamu called out, his voice warm and welcoming.

I made my way over to them, the tension from earlier starting to ease. Atsumu got up to greet me with a hug, and I squeezed him tightly.

“Hey, Atsu,” I said softly.

He pulled back and looked at me with concern. “Are you okay? You seemed a bit off on the phone.”

“I’m fine,” I replied, trying to sound convincing. “Just had a long day at work.”

Atsumu gave me a knowing look, but didn’t press further. Instead, he gestured for me to sit down. Osamu scooted over to make room for me, and I settled into the chair gratefully.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N,” Osamu said, his voice full of sincerity.

“You too, Osamu,” I replied with a smile.

We spent the next couple of hours catching up, talking about everything from work to our old volleyball days. Osamu and Atsumu had always been like family to me, and being around them felt like coming home.

After a while, Atsumu excused himself to go to the restroom, leaving me alone with Osamu. He glanced at me with a knowing look in his eyes.

“Y/N, is everything okay with you and Suna?” he asked gently.

I sighed, feeling the weight of everything that had happened that day. “It’s....”

Osamu nodded in understanding. “He’s a good guy, you know. Just a bit stubborn sometimes.”

I chuckled softly. “Tell me about it.”

“He cares about you, Y/N,” Osamu continued. “plus, not to convince you; but Suna wasn’t always happy with his decision anyway, I can’t tell you whyhe did it, but I can tell you he didn’t like it”

I shook my head, feeling conflicted. “It’s not that simple, Osamu. I had my life planned with him, my career choice included”

“Sometimes messy is worth fighting for, one of you is gonna break, and I’m afraid of what it’s gonna be” he said quietly.

Before I could respond, Atsumu returned to the table, breaking the moment. The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter and shared memories. As we said our goodbyes and I headed home, I couldn’t help but think about what Osamu had said.

Osamu’s words echoed in my mind as I drove home from the cafe, the streetlights blurring into streaks of light against the dark canvas of the night sky. His concern and insight had struck a nerve, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions I had been trying so hard to suppress. My thoughts were a tangled mess, but I couldn’t afford to dwell on them. I had to pack an overnight bag for tomorrow’s grueling schedule. The first half of the day would be spent at the office in the training area, and the second half would see me on a plane to Okinawa as a favor to Kuroo. He had roped me into getting the team to agree to an interview on a local radio show.

The next morning, my stride into the gym was anxious and hurried. My mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Suna and the upcoming trip. I had already spent most of the morning buried in paperwork and drafting meeting notes for Kuroo to use in my absence.

“Coach! I just wanted to let you know I’ll be out for the week.” My voice carried across the gym as I approached him.

He turned from his clipboard and looked at me, giving me a soft smile. “Where will you be going?”

I tightened my grip on my bag and sighed. “Okinawa, and I hate that I’m going to such a beautiful place for work.” He nodded in understanding.

“Well, have fun,” he said with a chuckle. I laughed too, but before I could reply, a loud sneaker squeak followed by a heavy thump echoed through the gym. When I turned around, I saw Suna on the floor, clutching his knee.

“Oh my god.” I rushed over to him. He was writhing in pain, and my heart sank. This was bad, really bad. “Where’s Iwaizumi? He’s usually around, right?”

“I think he’s having lunch.” The response came from somewhere behind me, and I glanced up, my anxiety clearly showing. “Can someone, anyone, call him?” I turned back to Suna, watching helplessly as he continued to move around.

“Stop moving.” My voice wavered as I rummaged through my bag. I had never abandoned the habit of carrying first aid supplies, bandages, and sports tape from my managing days. They always felt essential.

It was taking me too long to find what I needed, and Suna’s constant movement was making me frantic. “Suna, stop moving.”

He didn’t listen. He needed to listen, or it was going to get worse. “Any news on Iwa?”

“He hasn’t picked up.”

Frustration boiled over, and I dumped everything from my bag onto the gym floor, creating a chaotic mess. “Suna. Fucking. Stop. Moving! You’re going to make it worse!”

I took a shaky breath, trying to calm myself down. Finally, I spotted the bandages and first aid supplies. I turned back to Suna, who looked up at me with worry etched across his face. This had the potential to be a career-ending injury or just a stupid sprain. The 50/50 split wasn’t comforting at all.

“You’re so lucky I still carry these around.” I carefully moved his knee pad off and applied balm to his knee. “This might hurt. I’m just gonna wrap it for support until Iwaizumi gets here, okay?” He nodded, and I proceeded to wrap the bandage around his knee.

If this hurt too much, it would make me worry even more.

Other than a couple of hissing sounds, he seemed to be relatively comfortable, the pain subsiding slightly. I sat back, watching him sit up, his eyes locking onto mine. There was a mixture of pain, gratitude, and something else in his gaze.

“You’ll be fine. It seems like a sprain, but Iwa can confirm.” He nodded again, his eyes never leaving mine.

A heavy silence settled between us, filled with unspoken words and lingering emotions. His hand reached out, brushing lightly against mine. The simple touch sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of the unresolved feelings that hung between us.

“Y/N...” he started, his voice soft and tinged with hope and regret.

Before he could continue, the gym door swung open, and Iwaizumi hurried in, his expression turning serious when he saw Suna on the floor.

“What happened?” Iwaizumi asked, quickly moving to Suna’s side to assess the injury.

“He fell during practice. I think it’s just a sprain, but I wrapped it for support,” I explained, stepping back to give Iwaizumi space.

Iwaizumi nodded, his hands already at work, gently examining Suna’s knee. I watched anxiously, biting my lip as I waited for his verdict. After a few moments, Iwaizumi looked up at me, a small smile of reassurance on his face.

“You did a good job, Y/N. It’s just a sprain. He’ll need to rest and ice it, but he should be fine.”

Relief washed over me, and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. Suna’s eyes met mine again, and I could see the gratitude in his gaze. As Iwaizumi helped him up and guided him to the bench, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a turning point for us.

“Thank you,” Suna said quietly, his voice sincere.

I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through me despite the tension of the situation. “Just take care of yourself, okay?”

“I will,” he promised, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, we could find our way back to each other.

As I turned to leave, Suna’s voice stopped me. “Y/N, wait.”

I looked back, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yeah?”

“When will you be back?”

I hesitated, but then I replied. “Saturday. Why?”

“I just….be safe” I nodded and smiled “I will”

Suna’s eyes softened, and he smiled faintly. “and, Thank you.

His words lingered in the air as I made my way out of the gym, the emotions of the day weighing heavily on me. The thought of Suna’s vulnerability and the unspoken feelings between us stayed with me, making it hard to focus on the tasks at hand.

The flight to Okinawa was uneventful, but my mind was anything but calm. The beauty of the island, with its clear blue skies and turquoise waters, was lost on me as I navigated the business obligations that had brought me here. Interviews, meetings, and endless conversations filled my days, but my thoughts constantly drifted back to Suna.

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough. As the plane touched down and I disembarked, I felt a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. I was eager to see Suna again, to see if the hope I had felt was real or just a fleeting moment.

Back in Tokyo, the evening was cool and crisp. I made my way to the gym, my heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. As I entered, I saw Suna sitting on the bench, his knee still wrapped but looking much better.

He looked up as I approached, a small smile forming on his lips. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I replied, feeling a rush of emotions.

“How was Okinawa?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes intense.

“Busy,” I admitted. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

He stood up, his movements careful. “I’ve been thinking about you too. A lot.”

We stood there for a moment, the weight of our past and the uncertainty of our future hanging between us. Finally, Suna took a step closer, his eyes searching mine.

The gym was bustling with activity as the team prepared for their Saturday practice, a regular session that the coach believed was crucial for team building. I watched as Suna’s expression shifted from hopeful to resigned. The energy of the gym, usually so comforting and familiar, felt stifling now.

As I gathered my things, I couldn’t help but glance back at Suna. His eyes followed me, a mixture of longing and regret evident in his gaze. The silent tension between us was palpable, a reminder of all the unresolved emotions and unsaid words that hung heavy in the air.

Arriving home, I dropped my keys on the kitchen counter and stared out the window, my mind racing with thoughts of Suna and our complicated history. I walked over to the living room, sinking into the comfort of the couch. The events of the day replayed in my mind like a movie on repeat. Suna’s confession, his tender touch, and the raw vulnerability I had felt in that moment.

But along with those memories came the weight of reality. Our relationship had always been a rollercoaster ride of highs and lows. The love we shared was undeniable, but so were the challenges that had torn us apart.

I pulled out my phone and stared at Suna’s contact, my finger hovering over the call button. Should I reach out to him? Should I take that leap of faith and give us another chance?

A soft knock on the door made me jump. I opened my eyes to see Suna standing there, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. He looked uncertain, vulnerable, a side of him I hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Can we talk?” he asked softly.

I hesitated, my heart racing. But then I nodded, stepping aside to let him in. Suna walked in, his gaze searching mine as if seeking reassurance.

“Look, Y/N,” he began, his voice sincere. “I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for. But I needed you to know that...”

He paused, taking a deep breath.

“I still love you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never stopped.”

I closed my eyes, feeling the tears well up again. His words echoed the longing in my own heart, the ache of our shared history.

“I love you too, Suna,” I confessed, my voice breaking. “But it’s not that simple.”

He nodded, his expression pained yet understanding.

“I know,” he said softly. “I messed up. I made mistakes. But I want to make things right, Y/N. I want to try again, if you’ll let me.”

I looked into his eyes, seeing the vulnerability and hope reflected in them. Despite everything, despite the pain and the uncertainty, I knew that Suna was the one I wanted to fight for. Our love had never been easy, but it had always been worth it.

“I want to try too,” I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks. “But we have to take it slow, Suna. We have to be honest with each other.”

He nodded, stepping closer and pulling me into his arms. I melted against him, feeling the warmth and familiarity of his embrace.

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes,” he promised, his voice filled with determination.

And in that moment, as we held each other in the quiet of my living room, I knew that no matter what lay ahead, we were finally on the path to healing, together.

“Then, I need you to tell me,” I said softly, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. He closed his eyes, already anticipating the question he knew I’d ask. “Why did you do this? Osamu and Atsumu are sure you didn’t want to, so why?”

Suna took a deep breath, his eyes opening to meet mine. They were filled with a mixture of regret and pain. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly.

“It was a mistake,” he began, his voice heavy with remorse. “Back then, I was so focused on my career, on making a name for myself. I thought I needed to sacrifice everything else, including us, to succeed.”

I listened quietly, my heart aching as he continued.

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. “I thought that by letting you go, I was protecting you from the chaos and uncertainty of my life. But I was wrong. I was so wrong.”

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he quickly wiped them away, his expression one of deep sorrow.

“I didn’t realize until it was too late how much I was hurting you, and myself. I missed you every single day, but I was too stubborn, too proud to admit it. I didn’t want to face the reality that I had made the worst decision of my life.”

I reached out, taking his hand in mine. His grip tightened, as if he was afraid I would let go.

“Suna, I...” I struggled to find the right words. “I was devastated. I felt like I had lost everything. But hearing you say this, knowing that you regret it... it means a lot.”

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination. “I know I can’t change the past, but I want to make things right. I want to be with you, Y/N. I want to build a future together, if you’ll have me.”

I looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and hope there. Despite everything, despite the pain and the years apart, I still loved him. And I believed in second chances.

“We’ll take it one step at a time,” I said softly. “We’ll figure this out together.”

Suna pulled me into his arms again, holding me tightly as if afraid to let go. I could feel the steady beat of his heart against mine, a comforting reminder that we were both alive, both ready to face whatever came next.

For the first time in years, I felt a glimmer of hope. We had a long road ahead of us, but as long as we faced it together, I knew we could overcome anything.

In the quiet of my living room, wrapped in Suna’s embrace, I allowed myself to believe in the possibility of a new beginning.

[twnj]

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