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4unnyr0se · 5 months ago

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Could I ask for Akaashi, Osamu, Kenma, and Bokuto + them giving oral?

❥ til your teeth rot! | akaashi, osamu, kenma, bokuto

warnings: timeskip! characters, fem! reader, cunnilingus (duh), praise, degrading, overstimulation, face sitting, semi-public sex, osamu's accent, kenma is v lazy, fingering

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 1.8k

a/n: i wrote this when i was having tummy issues so i'm sorry if its awful

got a request? my ask are open!

❥ Keiji Akaashi | Slow and steady

Akaashi eats your pussy like it’s made of glass like it could break at any moment. Every flick of his tongue, every sucking motion on your clit is calculated based on your previous reaction. Did you mewl louder when he harshly sucked on your sensitive bud? He’ll apply more pressure next time, hopefully earning another one of your adorable moans.

Just because he was calculated to give pleasure does not mean he was inexperienced or selfish. Absolutely not. He could never dream of denying you anything you so plainly desired. All you had to was flash him those beautiful, sparking eyes of yours, and you would be on your back, legs spread, and moaning like an amateur pornstar while Akaashi made you cum for the second time that day.

He never rushes you through your orgasm, he doesn’t think that being intimate with you is some kind of game. It’s a puzzle that he simply wants to solve. His tongue is achingly slow against your folds, making the most precious moments between the two of you last longer. He is savoring each bit of your sweet nectar, and he fucking loves it.

K-Keiji!” you sobbed, your hands flying to his neat mess of dark curls, desperate for purchase. Your legs were wrapped around his shoulders, just in case he would try to flee. Akaashi fucking loved it when you trapped him between your legs, it made him feel like the two of you were the last people on earth. “Gonna cum!”

Akaashi smiled against your folds, his tongue pausing momentarily. “I know, pretty girl. Wanna fall apart on my tongue again? I love it when you do that.” he praised, diving back to make out with your core. His tongue slipped past your entrance, the tip of the wet muscle gliding in and out with ease. His soft hands squeezed the inside of your thighs, rolling the supple and soft flesh between his fingers.

Your head was rested on the pillow beneath you, hair growing knotted and messy whilst your thighs trembled in Akaashi’s grasp. His nose rubbed against your clit so deliciously, the additional stimulation pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm washed over you as you cried in pleasure, his name leaving your lips over and over again. Akaashi purred at the sensation of your release coating his mouth and tongue, pulling away once your high had subsided.

“Amazing job, pretty girl. You did so well for me.” he praised, wiping your slick from his chin. He leaned down to give you a quick peck on the lips, lingering just long enough for you to taste your own release. “See how delicious you are, darling? So unbelievably perfect for me.”

❥ Osamu Miya | No time to lose

Osamu eats your pussy like he has somewhere to be at all times like he’s in a hurry. Being the owner of a popular rice ball spot keeps him occupied most of the time (as well as dealing with his pain-in-the-ass older brother), so when he finds a free moment to be intimate with you, he makes sure he makes himself efficient.

Even though Osamu is the more relaxed and lazy twin, he’s never lazy in the bedroom. His usually tired and ‘over this’ attitude would melt away the second you two shared a longing kiss, his body being taken over by some kind of insatiable desire. He’s driven by his motivation to make you scream his name for the shop next to him to hear. His tongue lashes at your pussy like a man starving in the middle of a desert.

If there’s a rare lull in customers entering and exiting his onigiri shop, he’ll change the ‘open’ sign to a ‘come back later’ sign and text you to be in the back of his shop ASAP. And, of course, you’re there in less than ten minutes, your skirt flipped up and your hands supporting your weight on the steel countertop as his tongue ravishes your cunt, drinking in your slick like honey.

“Stay fuckin’ still,” Osamu groaned into your heat, slapping the inside of your thighs. “I can’t make ya cum if yer wigglin’, sweets.” that was a lie. He was a liar. He could make you cum regardless of how much you were moving, he didn’t matter to him. But if you writhed around so much that it caused some ingredients to fall onto the floor, then it became a problem.

“S-sorry ‘Samu! Fuck!” you moaned, your hands gripping onto the steel material of the counter for dear life as his tongue hungrily, your sweet nectar coating his tongue beautifully. It was the best alcohol he could ever wish to taste. “M’close!”

“Ya better fuckin’ be. I only got five minutes before those fuckers wonder why the shop ain’t open,” his words sent vibrations through your core, your clit painfully pulsating. The rough pad of this thumb swirled around the sensitive bud, pressing against it harshly. “Be a good girl and fuckin’ cum already, yeah? Gotta open up soon, sweets.”

Osamu finally flattened his tongue in the way that drove you over the edge, still swirling your bud with his rough thumb. “That’s it, good fuckin’ girl,” he groaned, lapping up your release eagerly. “Taste so fuckin’ good for me.”

He pulled himself out from between your thighs, wiping off his chin with the backside of his hand. Osamu stood up and pecked the top of your head, playfully slapping your soaked cunt. “Get outta here, I got customers to serve.” he also had to sanitize his countertop hard.

❥ Kenma Kozume | Suffocate him

Kenma will only eat you out if you sit on his face. Not hover, not dangle, fucking sit on it. Despite being a CEO and a popular streamer, this man is lazy as hell. Typically, you do all the work during sex. Bouncing on his cock, sucking him off, etc. But on the rare occasion Kenma wants to eat you out, you still have to pull a heavy load. He is not getting up off his ass by any means, so you might as well cooperate with him. He’s stubborn as a fucking mule.

Kenma was a selfish lover, and he didn’t want to change that. He liked being taken care of and not putting much effort into it. He’s already so successful. Why should he do more work than he already is? That’s so exhausting. But how could he refuse when his pretty girlfriend practically paws at him to help get her off? He’s lying on the bed in a minute, gesturing to you to tear off those pretty red panties and take away his ability to breathe.

“Ride my fucking face,” Kenma groans into your core, squeezing your ass with hands as your hips buck into his mouth wildly. He loved it when you got like this, so desperate and needy for his tongue. His tongue plunged into your sobbing cunt over and over again, eliciting the cutest moans from your pretty lips.

“Fuck, Kenma!” you whimpered, your hands grasping the mahogany headboard like it was the last lifeboat on board. Your ground your clit onto his nose, mewling pathetically as his tongue lashed at your most intimate parts. Kenma savored your sweet honey, adoring how it nicely coated his tongue. Maybe he should make you fit on his face more often.

His deep brown hair stuck to his forehead, the skin slick with sweat as the tip of his tongue traced meaningless shapes on your clit, occasionally nibbling at the sensitive bud. He knew you were close. The way your entire body was shaking was a dead fucking giveaway. That, and his name practically being screamed repeatedly, was also a good sign. “Gonna cum? Do it, princess. Make a mess on me.”

And you did, your orgasm spilling all over your boyfriend’s cute face. Your writing stopped, with Kenma slapped your ass, indicating that you should get off. You sighed and chose to straddle his lap, pecking his nose gently. “Thank you, baby, that was amazing.”

“Did you think we were finished?” Kenma groaned, resting his arms behind his head. “You got me really fucking hard, princess. How about you take care of that for me, yeah?”

❥ Kotaro Bokuto | Pure addiction

Boktuo fucking loves eating you out. Whenever you mentioned that you were horny, he would drag you into his bed and plunge his face into your thighs until he got you to coat your inner thighs with your release. He could never get enough of you and how good you tasted. How you would only crave his tongue and his fingers on your most imitate parts.

He didn’t fucking care when or where you were horny, he was more than happy to make you scream in pleasure. Whispering to him in a cafe? He locked the bathroom and had you sitting on the sick, your dress bunched up at your hips, and your stockings ripped so your soaking cunt could be displayed just for him. Woke up at two in the morning from a wet dream? No problem, he had you riding his face while he jerked his fat cock to the sounds you made. Did you also wanna suck him off? No problem, baby! You were sixty-nining until the rooster screeched. Truly, Bokuto was addicted to eating you out.

“Why are you covering your mouth, baby? I wanna hear your moans,” Bokuto groaned into your cunt, eagerly lapping up your slick like a man gone mad. Your trembling body was pinned against the bathroom door of your favorite restaurant, your skirt pushed upwards, and your soaked panties dangled off your ankles while Bokuto whispered pure filth into your cunt. “Don't you wanna let all those people out there know how good my tongue can make you feel?”

“Ngh, we’ll get in trouble, Kotaro!” you whispered, doing your best to keep your voice at an acceptable level while your boyfriend spelled his name with your tongue, eliciting a sharp squeak in return. “F-fuck, don’t stop!”

“Yeah? You wanna cum on my face in a public bathroom, hm? God, you’re so fucking hot. How’d I get so lucky?” he purred against your clit, swirling the tip of his tongue over the throbbing bud. “You taste so fucking good, holy shit. Way better than lunch.”

His index and ring finger bullied their way inside of you, curling at the spot that made you instantly cum all over his face. He didn’t stop sucking on your folds when your orgasm hit, his fingers still scissoring deep inside of your broken cunt. Your hand slapped over your mouth, covering out your molten cries of ecstasy.

“Good fucking girl, I’m so proud of you.” Bokuto praised, licking off his tongue as he stared at your ruined state. He pulled your panties up and your dress down, kissing your forehead tenderly. “Now, do you wanna go back home and cum again, hm?

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wordsofelie · 2 months ago

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Chapter 1

🌅Don’t you dare runaway (A Phoenix and Ashes Sequel)

Miya Osamu x f!reader

Summary: Miya Osamu thinks some things will never change— Atsumu will always be annoying; his Ma’s food will always be the best and you will always be his favourite sunrise.

Content Warnings: Timeskip Setting, Manga Spoilers, ex!Suna, Swearing

Words count: 3.1k

chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5 - chapter 6 - chapter 7 - chapter 8

Miya Osamu wouldn’t consider himself bad-looking. In fact, back in high school, he was quite popular. He remembers being on the volleyball team, where girls would show up to every game just to catch a glimpse of him, even more than ‘Tsumu—though his brother would argue that to the grave. But to be honest, Osamu didn’t really care about the attention. It was nice, sure, but it could also be annoying at times.

Now, as an adult running his own business, things have changed. The fangirls have been replaced by regular customers—people from the neighbourhood, office workers, students. Some of the girls still look at him, maybe even flirt a little, but it's different. They’re not giggling or blushing like teenagers. They smile, exchange pleasantries, and Osamu catches the occasional lingering glance, but no one is making a scene.

It’s almost a relief—being popular in school was one thing, but running a restaurant requires a different kind of behaviour. He can’t really ignore girls or play hard to get anymore. He has to smile and be polite all the time. Still, he is good at keeping people at arm's length and has a whole strategy built to keep his female customers without giving them false hope. So when a girl has a crush on him (and he can sense from afar) he adopts his three-steps rule: smiling but not too widely, looking at them in the eyes but not too intensely and when he hands them what they ordered, carefully avoiding any fingers brushing or any physical touch. With that, Osamu hopes that people will come back not because of how he looks but because they will like what he makes. And that’s just fine with him.

And above anything else, if he didn’t have time to date in high school because of the club, now that he is working, he has even less time to give to a significant other. So, he concluded that it’s better to keep people away.

(Well, except you.)

So yes, Miya Osamu is used to the attention. However, as he takes a glimpse at the two obasan grocery shopping on the other side of the road, whispering and grinning at him, he remembers why he hated fangirls back in high school.

“Do we really have to do this in the middle of the street?”

You wave at them with a polite smile and turn your attention back to him.

“Yes, one more, please!” you beg, holding your camera up.

Today is particularly windy and you decide to tie your hair up in a ponytail to keep strands from flying across your face (and Osamu knows you always tie them up when you want to be focused on something.) The sun is up in the sky, and the breeze is chill, summer is over.

The man sighs heavily, dragging out your name in exasperation.

“Osamu.” Your tone shifts, firmer now, the one you use when you're getting serious. Osamu likes to pretend you’re scary when you get like this, but really, you’re not. “Can you tell me who studied communication and social media management here?”

“You,” he mutters, crossing his arms.

“And who is in charge of your Instagram and Facebook pages?”

“You,” he repeats, already knowing where this is going.

“Right. So, unless you want someone else to ruin the carefully crafted image of your business I built, you should probably let me do my job.”

“Yer not even employed here,” he points out, raising an eyebrow.

You match his look, raising yours higher.

“Fine, fine,” he says, throwing his hands up in surrender. “But just one more photo. We’re supposed to open in five minutes.”

You grin in victory and start snapping photos of him. “Miya Osamu, you’re awesome. If you showed your face more you’ll get so much followers.”

Osamu feels a slight warmth creeping into his cheeks, he lowers his cap to hide his face. It’s getting hot, maybe summer isn’t really over?

“But can we at least do that inside?”

He knows you don’t really care whether it makes him uncomfortable or not because you just want to give the best image of Onigiri Miya possible and what’s better than the (good-looking) owner standing in front of his shop, half sat on a table, arms crossed? Nothing, you claim.

“Turn your face so I can see more of your left profile.” You instruct, ignoring his question.

Osamu is about to ask you to stop when Atsumu appears dressed in his MSBY Jackals sweatsuit, frowning.

“Oi, shop's still closed? I’ve got practice, need to eat first,” he complains, tapping his foot impatiently.

“Oh hi, Atsumu!” you lower your camera, “can you wait a few more minutes, I’m taking pictures of your brother.”

“Huh? But how am I supposed to be the best setter in the world if I have an empty stomach?”

Osamu sighs, “All right, all right. I’m openin’ up now. Just wait a sec.”

Atsumu watches as his brother opens the front door. “Wow, shocker. Ya actually listened to me for once.”

Osamu shoots him a flat look, one that makes you chuckle.

You both follow the younger twin inside.

The restaurant is small, but you always tell Osamu it’s warm. The walls are white, so the light reflects all over the place, the counter is made of wood, it’s so clean, sometimes you’re afraid to eat on it. There’s still some work to do and some decorations to add, but Osamu likes this place.

He sees your eyes waver all around the room with a little bit of pride. You both come here every day, but still, Osamu only realises how far he has come once you’ve passed the door and the look on your face lights up like a kid.

Atsumu’s eyes flick over to you as he pulls a chair. “What were ya doin’ outside?”

“I wanted to take some pictures of Osamu for his social media to celebrate the first anniversary of the shop. You know, to get more people to come.”

“Maybe ya should take me as yer model, I’ve always attracted more girls than that moron of ‘Samu.” He puffs his chest proudly.

Atsumu startles when the other twin brutally puts down a packed box with four onigiri inside in front of him. A nice way to tell him to shut up.

He blinks in confusion, staring at the box. “Oi, these are new?”

“Yeah, spicy cucumber and tarako, tell me what ya think.”

“Am I yer crash test or what?” Atsumu’s eyes widen, looking between you and his brother.

Osamu shrugs casually. “Ya always eat what I make, don’t ya? Thought ya wouldn’t mind.”

Atsumu’s indignation fades into a grin, though his pride won’t let him admit he’s secretly pleased to be part of his brother’s culinary experiments. He picks up an onigiri, inspecting it before taking a big bite. “Not bad. It's bitter and salty. But 'Samu, if I end up at the hospital, it’s yer fault. Don’t cry when ya’ll have to tell Ma’ her favourite son is dead.”

“Always so dramatic.” You whisper with a chuckle. The corner of Osamu’s mouth lifts a little at your words.

“Aren’t ya goin’ be late?”

“Nah,” Atsumu says mouth full of rice, “Practice starts a little bit later today, our manager’s lookin’ for someone to handle communication, so he had all those interviews and shit and coach wanted to be here.”

Both you and Osamu exchange a look.

“Atsumu.”

He turns to you, raising a brow.

“Atsumu,” you repeat, more slowly. “You realise I’ve been jobless for a month now, right? And that I’m looking for a job in communication? Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“Yeah, I don’t think that would be good for ya. Ya’ll be surrounded by men. Bokkun, Omi-kun… even Shoyo-kun has joined us.”

You cross your arms, narrowing your eyes. “And? Why is that a problem?”

Atsumu snorts, leaning back in his chair. “Just wonderin’ if ya can handle all those big guys, seein’ as ya’ve been single for—what—three years now?”

The brown-haired twin sees your features cringe at his words, but you quickly add, “But I’m with Osamu most of the time,” you point out, glancing over at his brother, “I’m used to boys.”

Osamu smirks at that.

Atsumu eyes the two of you before finishing his onigiri. “Right, just don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

“Do you think I should apply?” You ask Osamu. There’s something in your eyes like you’re searching for his approval but at the same time, his opinion wouldn’t matter anyway for you have already made your decision.

You have changed so much.

Osamu remembers the sixteen-year-old insecure girl he met in high school. Back then, you were quiet, always keeping yourself distant. He hadn’t even had a real conversation with you until the sports festival in his second year, and even then, it had been short, perhaps a little bit awkward. People would forget your name; forget you were in the same grade as them. It never seemed to bother you though. You appeared cold in front of people, but deep down, Osamu always knew you were kind.

The years he spent at your side confirmed that.

Maybe it was the fact that you used to date his former teammate and friend, Suna Rintarou, that pulled you into his world, but even after that relationship ended, you stayed in Osamu’s orbit. In fact, he can hardly remember a time when you weren’t around. You spend so much time at his restaurant, you have dinner together every night, you’re there on the weekends and every January 1st, for who knows how many New Year’s now, you are the first person he sees. You’re a constant in his life, maybe what he could qualify as a best friend (not that he needs to title your relationship, it’s too special to be defined with words).

But somehow, everyone still thinks you’re an introvert, that you don’t like to talk much. That statement never fails to make him smile. Because he knows better. He knows that you love telling him about your day and you love to talk on the phone until the a.m.—when you’re sleepy you tend to ramble. When you start a new activity, you always need to explain in detail what you did and where and how and what you liked or disliked about it. Osamu has no certainties about this world, except for one thing; you might be reserved with others, but never with him.

“Sure, go for it, just know ya’ll have to see ‘Tsumu every day.”

“So what? Are you afraid I’ll spend all my time with your brother instead of you?”

“Me? Yer the one who’s gonna miss me.” He leans on the counter to whisper that last part into your ear. From up close he can see the beauty marks on your face, he rests his chin on his palm and smiles (a side smile, always).

Your lips turn upwards, “You wish.” He can feel your breath against his cheek.

“Oi! Stop whisperin’, I know yer talkin’ about me,” Atsumu interjects, both Osamu and you straighten a little bit. The setter says your name, “D’ya wanna come with me so I can introduce ya to the manager? Maybe ya can give yer CV?”

You turn to Atsumu, “Of course, I’m coming. See you Osamu.”

“I'll close the shop earlier so I can pick ya up Champion.”

"You're the best." You wink at him and join the blond twin outside.

Osamu doesn’t have the time for a relationship because his business comes first.

Or perhaps it comes second.

Right after your friendship.

Osamu waits for you in the parking lot of Osaka’s gym. Your interview is supposed to end in a few minutes but if it were to end sooner, he decided to show up earlier, just in case. It’s become a habit—being there for you before you even ask. It started years ago, and somehow, it never stopped. He catches sight of you emerging from the gym, but your expression worries him. He’s seen almost every side of you by now. Disgust when you eat menma in a ramens, guilt when he picks you up at 3. am. downtown ‘cause you drunk a little bit too much—you always apologise a thousand times, as if he minds driving you home— sadness when your heart had been broken by your first love. And that face, he knows it too; you're overthinking.

Osamu raises a brow as you approach. "So... how’d it go?"

You hesitate, lips pressing together in thought. Your silence makes him uneasy. Osamu notices his hands are starting to sweat just slightly so he decides to hide them in his pockets. Over the years, Osamu has learned that if you're nervous, he is too.

"It went great, actually. Better than I expected." You look down at your shoes for a moment before adding, "But that doesn’t mean anything, right? I don't know if they really liked me... I should have done better..."

Osamu clicks his tongue and opens the passenger door. "Yer always so damn humble. It’s annoyin’, ya know that?"

You chuckle softly and roll your eyes. When you sit next to him in the car and he starts driving, you’re fast to realise he is not going in the direction of your apartment.

"Where are we going?"

"I want to thank ya for takin’ care of the shop’s social and ya know, just supportin’ me and stuff, openin’ the restaurant wasn't easy but ya were there. So yeah…”

“You don’t have to, you know I’m happy to do it.” Your eyes are so soft, Osamu wants to lean in them.

“I know.” He simply answers, he always answers the same thing.

“How about Chinese food?"

You sink into your seat and nod. Osamu can see that you’re happy with his choice from the wrinkles that form around your nose as you smile. A warm feeling spreads into his chest, it’s comfortable like he had just drunk a sweet cup of tea in winter.

“So, how was the interview?” He then asks (and he knows the conversation will last the whole ride because remember, you never shut up with him).

So, you tell him about how it started with the manager and coach, both professional and somewhat intimidating at first, but then the mood shifted when the captain, Meian, walked in. You describe how calm and composed he was. He made a couple of jokes, and you tried your best not to burst into laughter ("I need to stay professional, you know.") Then, of course, Bokuto barreled in behind him like a human whirlwind.

"Bokuto-san was... a lot," you laugh. "He barely let the manager finish a sentence. He was so excited, he even asked me to make a post about him. But you know it’s not like I’m managing the social media yet, so he was very disappointed, and I felt bad. Maybe I should have made a post anyway, to show my skills? But then what if they didn't like it? What if they think I'm incompetent?"

"I'm sure ya did great, smartass" he uses a soft voice, in an attempt to reassure you. "What happened after?"

"And then," you continue, your voice lowering a little as if you're embarrassed, "Sakusa-san showed up. He didn’t say much—actually, he didn’t say anything at first. He just dragged Bokuto-san out of the room. I think he was annoyed."

There it is—that slight blush on your cheeks when you mention Sakusa. It's subtle, but Osamu has known you long enough to notice. For some reason, it bothers him more than it should.

"He’s... interesting," you add, trying to brush past it, but Osamu’s mind lingers the way your voice softened when you mentioned him.

"Is he? I don’t know him that much.” A sudden urge to change the subject invades him.

“Atsumu warned me not to fall for any of his teammates. Said it would be ‘too much drama for the team.”

Osamu glances at you briefly, curious. "And what d’ya think?"

You shrug casually and shake your hands. "I’m not really looking for a relationship right now."

Those words hit him harder than he expected. There’s a surge of relief in his chest, so sudden and sharp that he can’t ignore it. But he does his best to keep his face neutral, hoping you don’t read his mind.

You’re probably afraid to get hurt again, he understands that. When your relationship of three years ended up with Suna, you were devastated. Osamu remembers you crying for months. He was so afraid you’d starved yourself that he couldn’t sleep at night and decided to take care of you as much as he could. He wished he’d done more though.

He keeps his eyes focused on the road like he doesn't dare look at you at this moment.

He thinks the conversation is over when you break the silence again. "What about you? You never talk about your love life. What happened with your last girlfriend? What was her name again?"

Osamu stiffens. He hadn’t thought about her in months, and now that he does, there’s no real emotion attached to it. She was nice, sure. But nice wasn’t enough.

He needs someone funny and kind and bright.

He wants to laugh and to cook and to sit in silence with the one he loves.

"Ah, her," Osamu says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "She didn’t like that I spent so much time workin'."

You wait for him to say more, and he can feel your eyes on him, asking him to keep going. He sighs, feeling a weight settle in his stomach. And with you, he is about to say, but that would make you feel guilty, and he doesn’t want that.

You frown, confused. "She was very pretty though. Why didn’t you ever introduce me to her? Were you... ashamed of me or something?"

Ashamed? Of you? The idea is so ridiculous that it almost makes him laugh, but he can’t shake the look on your face, the way your brows knit together, and you purse your lips slightly.

"I’m not ashamed of you, idiot," Osamu blurts out, the words tumbling from his mouth before he can think them through. “I guess, I just didn’t really have the time.”

Your smile softens, and though you don’t say anything more, he can see a glint of joy in your eyes.

“Why are ya smilin’ for?”

“You must really love me.”

Osamu feels his heart skip a beat; he almost misses to stop at the red light.

“Why-why would ya say that?”

“You only insult people you love, like your brother.”

He opens his mouth a little, but nothing comes out.

“I’m glad we’re friends.” You tell him and your voice sounds like a lullaby.

Fuck, Osamu thinks. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken another coffee an hour ago because he can hear his temples beating loudly and he needs to do something with his hands—they’re shaking, they’re shaking. You’re going out of the car once he’s parked; he looks at you. Your smile is still playing at the edge of your lips.

Friends, of course, you’re friends.

That’s great.

Perfect.

Osamu wouldn’t change anything about it.

author notes: i'm sooo happy to start this story, this chapter was essentially a way of setting the scene. compared to the prequel it will be mostly osamu's pov.

i'm gonna try my best to make it possible to read it as a stand-alone but i still think reading the prequel can help to understand the bond between osamu and y/n, anyway i hope you've enjoyed that chapter :)

taglist: @wolffmaiden, @obibiwan, @teyvatsunsets

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kiyosamu · 1 year ago

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Then & Now. ♡

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Pairing: Osamu Miya x Reader

Genre: Fluff! Angst if you squint? Maybe? High school sweethearts who reunite as adults. ♡

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Growing up, the idea of a first love was embedded into your mind with theatric-like imagery. A dramatic, beautiful first kiss. Loud, screaming arguments over unwarranted jealousy. Passionate, intense declarations of love for the entire world to hear. A love that felt so real it physically hurt. A love that, when it came to it’s inevitable demise, would stick to you for the rest of your life, leaving you wondering “what if…?”.

That’s what you thought, anyway, until you’d experienced it first-hand.

Your relationship with Osamu was nothing like that. In fact, it was almost too easy. A fast forming friendship in your first year blossoming into a romantic relationship as high school seniors. You two just… clicked.

When the two of you made things official, it wasn’t the grand proposal you’d hoped for. Instead, it was Osamu waking up next to you with a sleepy smile and incoming hangover asking you the classic “what are we?”. You simply smiled back, knowing damn well the night before that the liquid courage had run through both of you to the point of confessing your true feelings and realizing they were mutual.

Osamu was comfortable. He was carefree, but not recklessly. He paid attention in school and had priorities, but didn’t let small things bother him. “Don’t worry about it” he’d say, pulling you against him with an arm around your waist. “I’ll take care of it.” “It’s no big deal.” “It’s fine.” “Just leave it to me.”

Dependable, reliable Osamu who always seemed to fix any major or minor inconvenience in your life with a simple solution and saving you from yourself for the zillionth time.

Despite the positives of your relationship, even you couldn’t dodge the cliché “we’re going to different colleges, so let’s break up” trope. You talked it over, mutually deciding it’d be too stressful to continue your relationship when you were going to school 6 hours away. You spent your last few days together as if everything was normal, and then you just… left.

“Too bad.” His gaze dropped to the floor, a bittersweet smile crossing his lips. “We coulda had a real nice life together.”

You nodded and laced your fingers in his.

“It was nice while it lasted, though.” Osamu sighed, looking down at you. Your eyes met his, only for a moment, before you fully embraced him and soaked in every ounce of him. Muffled, barely audible words came from your lips as you pushed your face into his chest.

“It was nice while it lasted.”

But it didn’t hurt like you’d expected it to. You didn’t want it to. Your relationship with Osamu was wonderful. He was perfect for you, and the two of you shared so many incredible memories. You smiled when you thought back to one of your silly inside jokes. Felt warm when you saw anything that reminded you of him.

While you started casually dating other people in your second year of college, Osamu didn’t do the same. He was busy opening a restaurant and supporting his brother, information that you’d collected from his few and far between Facebook updates. Other than that, you hadn’t really spoken since the day you’d left.

The years flew by, and just like you’d promised your family, you moved back home the day after your college graduation.

Various relatives cooed over you, commenting on how different you looked, how proud they were of you, hurling questions at you the moment you stepped inside that you instantly regretted returning after such an eventful week.

“Where are you going? You just got home!” You mom called as she watched you lace up your shoes from the other room.

“Out. I’ll be back soon.”

That stressful evening is how you’d ended up at a dodgy, dimly lit bar two streets down that had always piqued your interest as a teenager. You and Osamu had promised to go there together when you were younger, both of you making up silly theories about what lied beyond the doors.

You chuckled into your drink as you remembered the conversations and compared them to reality.

“I wonder if it’s some kinky strip club.” Osamu smirked, “Ya know, like with ropes and handcuffs and stuff?”

“Do those exist? Strip clubs just for stuff like that?” You squeezed his hand and jumped up on to the sidewalk.

“I dunno. Anything’s possible. Better than your theory.” He teased. “An illegal animal sanctuary? Where’d ya even come up with that one?”

“Hear me out! I bet there’s some old man who has like, 17 tigers, an alligator, and a polar bear. Nowhere to keep them.” You stopped at the crosswalk, grabbing his cheeks so he looked straight at you. His eyes were wide with amusement and a massive grin was plastered across his face. “Picture it, ‘Samu. Really think. Can you see it? He probably lives there and just takes care of his exotic animals in secret.”

“Right.” He snorted, “And how do you explain the customers?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Have you ever actually seen anyone enter or leave that building?”

“Well, I-“ He stopped, pausing to think for a moment. “Ya know what? No. I haven’t.”

You tugged him into the crosswalk when the light changed and marched away proudly. “Exactly. Point proven. It’s a front.”

The two of you spent the rest of your walk home from school that day laughing and debating what kinds of animals the theoretical old man was hiding in the fake bar.

Osamu’s laugh was something you’d heard many times, but never gotten tired of. His laugh was infectious; deep and loud and right from his chest. A laugh that would cause anyone to smile just from being around it.

A laugh that you recognized the moment you heard it.

You spun around on the bar stool, drink still in hand, in complete disbelief as the man who you were just thinking about was practically summoned in front of you. What a coincidence - you made a mental note to call your old roommate and tell her that her manifestation theories might not be bogus after all.

“Ain’t that somethin’,” Osamu whistled, taking off his hat to reveal his natural hair colour and giving you a playful nudge. “Didn’t know I’d run into ya here.”

“You didn’t?” You smiled.

“Had no clue.”

You pulled out your phone, showing him your most recent social media post. It was a photo of your drink, the location tagged with a passive caption about returning home.

“You didn’t see this?” You snorted when he shook his head no.

“Osamu Miya liked your post. Explain that.” You pointed directly at your most recent notification, showing that Osamu had definitely seen it 20 minutes prior.

“Hackers. Gotta be.” You felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you as you indulged in his sarcastic banter. “‘Cuz it’s clearly a coincidence that I just happened to show up to the same shitty bar on a certain Tuesday night.”

“You’re such a fuck.” You laughed, “Be serious.”

“Obviously I knew.” He rolled his eyes playfully and waved down a waitress. “Just wasn’t sure if you were gonna talk to me.”

“Why wouldn’t I talk to you?” You took a sip of your drink and watched him as he ordered his own. The way he carried himself was different. Subtle, but different. Confident and unapologetically himself.

He shrugged. “Just didn’t think you wanted to. I never heard from ya after you left.”

You blinked at him. “I kinda thought that’s what you wanted. That’s why I never reached out.”

“Why would I want that?” He thanked the waitress and took a sip of his drink the moment she handed it to him.

“I dunno. I just assumed since you didn’t say anything to me after I left.”

“So you’re tellin’ me we didn’t talk because we both thought the other didn’t want to?” Osamu’s question wasn’t really even directed to you, if anything, he was talking out loud to himself.

You were the first to crack up. “I guess so.”

“Hah.” He chuckled, “How stupid is that?”

“…Pretty stupid.”

He shook his head, smiling and silently cursing himself for allowing a little breakup and a few hours distance ruin the best relationship with someone he’d ever had, dating or not.

“Well, whatever. We’re here now. Wanna hang out?”

You almost choked on your drink. You weren’t expecting to see Osamu at all, let alone expecting to be hanging out with him on your first day back after four years of radio silence.

But you didn’t even think twice.

“Of course I do.”

The two of you picked up where you left off and it was as if you’d never even gone away. The connection was instant.

“You dyed your hair brown.” You smiled, reaching up and ruffling it in between your fingers. “It looks good.”

“I’d be worried if it didn’t.” He smiled wide but got lost in your gaze for a few seconds, studying your expression carefully. He took a careful look at you while sipping his drink. “You look good. Every bit of ya.”

“Thanks, ‘Samu.” You felt your cheeks get warm and turned away. A feeling you hadn’t experienced since high school.

“Wanna go for a walk?”

Before you could answer, Osamu set some cash on the bar and grabbed your hand. Again, it was familiar, but felt different. Stronger. Bigger. His hand completely engulfed yours and you wondered if he knew how tight he was holding you.

The two of you walked down the road for a few minutes, silently, soaking in the past two hours spent catching up with each other.

He stopped in front of a building a few blocks down, nodding up at it so you’d take a look. You knew instantly where you were.

“I still can’t believe you actually did it.” You looked back and forth from his proud stance to the large sign above the door reading “Onigiri Miya”.

“Let me show ya inside.”

He took you around the back, unlocking the door and flicking on the lights as he came in. The light was warm and the restaurant was inviting. Warm, inviting, comfortable… everything Osamu had always been.

“It’s so cozy in here.” You ran your hand across the clean countertop. As you paced through the kitchen, you walked around the barrier separating the staff area from the main dining room. “Reminds me of your Mom’s house in here.”

“In a good way, right?” He followed closely behind, not wanting to interrupt your first impression too much.

“Of course.” You turned around, beaming a smile at him. “I always loved coming over. You know that.”

He nodded. “Guess I’ll have to have ya over again sometime. I’m sure Ma would love to see you.”

“I’d love to see her, too.” You picked up and put down all of the little trinkets and decorations Osamu had laid out in his restaurant. A small MSBY mascot bobble head, various culinary contest awards, cute little stickers with the restaurant logo, and a stuffed alligator eating a mini onigiri.

“Hm.” You hummed, picking up the alligator. “Now all you’re missing is 17 tigers and a polar bear.”

Osamu blinked at you.

“Sorry.” You laughed awkwardly, “You must not remember. It’s nothing-“

��That’s the exact reason I have that.” He smiled, walking over and taking the alligator from you. “I had it handmade. Even named it after ya.”

“Shut up.”

“M’serious.” Osamu’s confident demeanour almost disappeared as he appeared bashful for just a moment. A small moment, but you still saw it.

Osamu ended up pouring you a drink while you continued to talk. He leaned over the counter as you sat at the bar opposite of him, your faces only a few inches apart.

“I still can’t believe you remembered that.” You said quietly before taking a sip.

“Of course I remembered it. I couldn’t forget the silly shit you say even if I wanted to.” He teased, “Plus, I had to walk by that place every day after you left. Made me think of ya every time.”

“Silly shit, huh?” You raised an eyebrow, “You’re the one who thought it was a strip club.”

Osamu blinked at you. “That’s much more believable than being an old man’s exotic animal sanctuary.”

“Okay, okay, fine!” You didn’t realize how stupid the conversation was until he said it like that. The two of you broke into a fit of laughter just like you used to.

You looked at Osamu, the top of his cheeks squishing just under his eyes, loud, deep laughs filling the room and suddenly you’d never felt such an overwhelming feeling of… home.

Osamu looked back at you. His ash-coloured eyes studied your expression.

“Hey, do ya need a job?”

You hadn’t been home long, so you’d barely even thought of that. You had planned to take things a day at a time and try to find a career with your education, but your degree was hard to find employment with right away. Opportunities and internships were there, but there was no way you’d be getting an actual, paying job right away.

“…Yes?”

“Wanna work here?” He leaned in closer, “I don’t go around offerin’ just anyone a job at my high class establishment, ya know.”

“Something with the way you said that makes me feel like this is a joke.” You smirked.

“I’m just foolin’ around. I do need someone though. Wanna try it, at least? Tomorrow for dinner? I’ll show ya what it’s all about.”

You agreed. If anything, you wanted to see how Osamu ran his restaurant.

——— ♡ ———

The next evening, you entered through the back door just like he’d told you to.

“Osamu?” You called, immediately met with a response to come in the kitchen.

“Sorry, darlin’, couldn’t meet ya at the door. Doing prep for tonight.” He gestured down to the cutting board in front of him, “Wanna try?”

You quickly put down your things and washed your hands. When you took the knife from Osamu’s hand, he hesitated for a moment before giving it to you.

“It’s sharp.”

“I know.”

“You gotta be careful. It’s a real chef’s knife.”

“I know.”

“Go for it, then.”

You held your breath before getting to work, chopping up the onions quickly and stopping when you felt a hand on top of yours. Osamu was directly behind you, towering over you and pressing his chest into your back.

“‘Samu-“

“You’re gonna slice your hand off if ya keep cutting like that.” He muttered. You could feel the vibration of his low voice and were suddenly hyper-aware of the current situation.

“What’s wrong with my technique?” You huffed.

“You don’t have any technique.” Osamu snorted, “Don’t ya remember when I taught ya like… a million years ago?”

“I do remember you teaching me.” You leaned back into him, “I also remember you never letting me prepare or cook any food ever again after that day. So I could never practice my new skill.”

Osamu hummed in amusement. “Not even in college?”

You spun around, Osamu set the knife down safely on the table but caged you in with his arms. He looked down at you with a smirk. “Hm?”

“I’ll have you know, I didn’t cook a single time in college.” You declared. “You’d know that if you’d talked to me.”

Osamu sighed, hanging his head down on your shoulder. “We’ve already gone over this.”

“I know, I know. I’m just teasing you.”

He lifted his head back up, only a few inches from your face. You felt like the breath was taken directly out of your lungs when all you could think about was kissing him. You wanted to reach out and touch his muscular arms just for him to get greedy and grab you wherever he wanted.

“Miya-san?”

You froze, both of you wide eyed in surprise at the sound of a much younger voice. A young man, most likely freshly graduated from high school, stood beside the two of you as you remained in the compromising position.

Osamu pulled back, and both of you stood up straight.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt-“

“It’s okay, ya didn’t interrupt.”

He did, you thought, but you were silently thankful for that. Every ounce of self control that remained was about to fly out the window had you stayed like that for even a few seconds more.

His small group of employees started to file in and prepare the restaurant further for dinner. You retreated to Osamu’s office and laid down on the couch.

Osamu would have a couch in his office.

You listened as Osamu instructed his team. Taught the younger staff how to tune their skills, taking the time to show them with nothing but patience and positivity. The same comforting presence he always had.

You missed that.

You missed him.

“Hey.” Osamu walked into his office and shut the door behind him. “Finished prep, sorry it got a bit crazy. Didn’t realize we were so close to workin’ hours, thought we would’ve had more time before everyone else got in.”

“It’s fine.” You shook your head, “No need to apologize. It’s really cool seeing you in your element.”

“Ya think?” He couldn’t hide his grin. He stood in front of you, leaning back slightly with his hands on his desk behind him. “I like workin’ here.”

“Well, that’s good. I’d hope so.”

Osamu agreed with a chuckle and sat down next to you.

“Can I tell ya somethin’?”

He sat with his arm around back of the couch, which was technically around you, now. You looked up at him and nodded silently.

“I, uh-“ He shook his head, it was clear he was trying to say something but it was difficult. “I really missed ya.”

“I missed you too-“

“No, like…” He sighed, “I really… really missed ya. I tried goin’ on dates with other women. Didn’t get along with any of ‘em. I always compared ‘em to you. I waited for you to finish school, to see if you’d come back home, and you did. It felt like a sign or somethin’. So when I saw you at the bar last night,” He paused, “Totally, completely coincidentally, I may add.”

His serious tone turned lighter as you smiled at his words.

“I just had to talk to ya. And now that I did, it feels like when we were kids, ya know? Just the way that I always wanted you around. Wanted to spend time with ya, hell, you have no idea how badly I just wanted to kiss ya when we were in the kitchen earlier-“

“‘Samu.”

“I don’t even know why I let our breakup happen in the first place. Usually I would’ve just said we could work through it. But I guess I wanted ya to grow on your own, too. To not have me encourage ya every step of the way. Not that I don’t like to do that, but I wanted to show ya that you don’t need me either. That you’re incredible and strong all on your own.”

“Osamu.”

“But then I realized I didn’t have to do that. We didn’t have to break up for us to grow into who we are on our own. By then it was too late, though. But you just looked so happy. I never wanted to mess with that. So I didn’t bother ya, and now that I’m lookin’ at ya as an adult I’m just so fuckin’ proud of ya, of all of your accomplishments and the way you carry yourself. You’re just-“

“Osamu.”

“Yeah?”

You reached up and wiped a single tear drop falling down his cheek.

“You’re crying.”

“Oh, shit.” He turned away, wiping his eyes quickly and looking back at you. “I’m sorry. Man, I just started pourin’ my heart out to ya and couldn’t stop.”

“It’s okay.” You leaned in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You felt him let out a heavy exhale as he pulled you on top of his lap and right against him.

“I missed ya.” He sighed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “So much. Fuck.”

You tried to respond but you were choked up. You hadn’t realized you were crying, either.

He lifted his head up and looked directly at you. Osamu’s smile was kind, his expression vulnerable and it warmed your heart just looking at him.

“I missed you, too.” You said quietly.

“Really?”

“Yes, really!” You pulled back, planting the palms of your hands on his chest. “You have no idea how much I missed you, ‘Samu. Every day I waited for you to call me. But I thought you didn’t want to. So I finally accepted it and tried to move on. But like you said, I couldn’t actually do that. Nobody compares to you.”

Osamu hummed in agreement, resting his hands comfortably on your hips.

“It’s nice to hear ya say that.”

“Speaking of that,” You smirked, “Did I hear you say you wanted to kiss me in the kitchen?”

“Oh, yeah, you did.” He blinked up at you, absolutely no hesitation in his response. “I wanted to real bad.”

Your last strand of self control snapped the moment you heard those words. You leaned down, pressing your lips to his and instinctively tangling your fingers in his hair.

His voice rumbled low in his throat as he wrapped an arm around your lower back, pulling you against him as tight as possible while he stood up.

“Osamu!” You giggled, wrapping your legs around him. “Don’t-“

“I won’t drop ya, baby.” He assured you, pressing his lips back to yours. The sweet name of endearment made your heart melt and all you could think about in that moment was him. “Not now, not ever. Never again. You’re stuck with me.”

———

AN: Thanks so much for reading! I didn’t proofread this more than once, so please excuse any mistakes. I wrote this two years ago and forgot how much I loved it. God, timeskip Osamu is such a husband. ♡

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Comparing You to Their Ex-Girlfriend

Featuring Osamu

Osamu Miya x Fem! Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, arguing, under appreciation, mentions of ex’s, mentions of alcohol, Atsumu being the voice of reason 😵‍💫

AN: I’ve been wanting to continue this series for a while and I figured who better than our favorite Twin, Osamu 🥰

*Atsumu fans please don’t come for me, I adore him I promise 🥺

You and Osamu had been dating for a little over a year and what a year it’s been. Filled with tons of highs and equal lows, you and Osamu had navigated it all together.

When you’d first met Osamu, he had just opened his first Onigiri shop and things were hectic, but you somehow made it work. You’d visit him whenever you could, stop by to support his business and even stay late helping him clean up after close. You were the epitome of a perfect girlfriend and yet, sometimes it felt as if your good deeds went unnoticed.

You knew Osamu didn’t purposely ignore you, he was just busy being a business owner. The stresses of the early mornings and equally long days were hard on him. Still, you wished he’d occasionally throw a “thank you” or a “what would I do without you babe” your way. Nevertheless, you continued to thanklessly help your boyfriend whenever and wherever you could.

On one particularly busy Friday night, you swung by the shop to help Osamu close up, excited that he was leaving the shop in the care of his valued employees so you could spend so much needed quality time together. You pushed open the door, announcing your arrival as you did most everyday, only this time, you were not met with your usual chipper boyfriend.

“I’m here!” You shouted, the door sitting behind you as you placed your coat and purse on the coat rack besides the door, a welcome addition to the cozy little shop. The kitchen door slammed open as Osamu immediately started in on you.

“Dammit Yn you are so late! What took you so long? I’ve been cleaning all by myself!” He shouted as you looked at him, a bit taken aback by his hostile attitude.

“Geez Mr. Grumpy, I’m sorry I’m late but the train was packed, and I had to wait for the next one. I did text you,” you clarified, walking over to the counter as Osamu huffed and turned heading back into the kitchen as you followed.

“Well, I sent everyone home early because I assumed you were coming to help me, but I guess I shouldn’t have because I pretty much did everything myself,” he growled as you stood by the kitchen sink, eyes narrowed on your unusually hostile partner. He was never this mean, never this rude to you.

“Samu, I said I was sorry, ok? Geez it’s not like I don’t come and help you every day after I work a full 8 hours. I even take the train opposite my normal station just to be here to help,” you recalled, trying to keep your cool. Surely something had happened today to warrant this.

“You act like I’m forcing you to be here Yn! Like I’m making you help me out with my store!” Osamu exclaimed as you crossed your arms over your chest. You were done being patient and forgiving.

“I never said that Samu! I offer to help you and I’m always glad to help but you don’t need to yell at me especially when you can’t even spare a thank you half the time for all that I do for you!” You roared, pissed off that he seemed to be blaming you for the free help you offered him.

“Don’t act like you're such a saint Yn! You weren’t here through any of the hard stuff like Amy was! Now she was a real saint!” Osamu hissed as your eyes widened and you took a step back.

Amy was Osamu’s ex-girlfriend and someone you had always felt inferior too. When you had met Osamu, he had told you about how Amy had left him shortly after opening his restaurant, stating that he never had time for her. Osamu was a broken man when you met him, and you worked to help pick up the pieces. He worked long hours, sometimes 7 days a week just to avoid being alone. When you came into the picture, that all changed as you helped him manage his store and make time for himself, cherishing every small moment you had with him.

Tears welled in your eyes as you stood tall, your eyes locking with Osamu’s as you spoke, “Well if Amy’s such a saint, then why don’t you call her up and ask her to come help you close shop because I’m done!”

You pushed open the kitchen door, quickly moving to grab your purse and coat as you swiftly left Onigiri Miya. Osamu stood still as a statue, his mind flooded with guilt as the words he had spoken to you rang over and over in his mind. He snapped from his stunned state, running to the door as he made his way outside to try and catch you.

“YN!! YN!” He shouted, the streets flooded with people as he looked all around for you, only you weren’t answering him, you weren’t there.

You cried as you walked to the train station, your vision blurred from the mascara that flooded your eyes and cheeks. You sat down on the train, pulling your phone out and calling Atsumu.

Your relationship with Atsumu had been relatively strong since he visited his brother's restaurant often with his teammates. You valued Atsumu’s opinion no matter how idiotic it might be at times. The phone rang as you waited for the star setter to answer his phone.

“Hey YN, what’s up?” Atsumu cheered as your voice broke, and you started crying harder.

“A-Atsumu,” you agonized over the phone as the atmosphere of your phone call suddenly changed.

“YN! What the hell? Are you ok? Where’s Osamu?!” He shouted as you began crying harder, surely clearing the entire train car with your blubbering.

“I-I think Osamu is still in love with Amy!” You cried harder, a sigh escaping Atsumu before he spoke.

“Trouble in paradise? I always told you that you were too good for him Yn, but I’m confused, why do you think he’s still in love with that squealing pig? She left him!”

“He-he told me that I’m not as good as she was and that-that I’m not supportive like she w-was,” you responded, snot now running down your nose as you wiped it on your coat sleeve, not even caring how you looked.

“YN, Samu can be a jerk sometimes, trust me but he loves you. There’s no way he would go back to Amy after all the shit you do for him.”

“Well, he never acknowledges all the help I give him, nor does he ever say thank you!” You shouted back as Atsumu sighed again, rubbing his temple.

“Samu adores you YN and he always brags to me how you come after work to help him and how you stay super late just to make sure he gets out at a decent time. He really does appreciate you Yn,” Atsumu countered as you rolled your eyes, frowning angrily that Osamu bragged to everyone about how you helped him but yet never seemed able to spare a single word of appreciation.

“Yeah, well now he’s going to have to figure it out himself because I’m done! And don’t try to talk me out of it Atsumu, your brother is such a fucking asshole!”

“Hey Yn, you ain’t telling me anything new. I’ve been telling people he’s an asshole for 20 some years!”

You talked with Atsumu for a few more minutes before arriving at your home station. You bid him a farewell as you made your way home, swinging by the connivence store to grab booze and drink snacks to drown your sorrows.

Osamu locked up his shop, his mind elsewhere as he made his way back to his apartment. He had been on autopilot since you’d run out, the words he spoke continuously looping in his mind. How could he have said those things? He no longer harbored any feelings for Amy and hadn’t for a long time. He knew shortly after he met you that you were the one for him. You were just as devoted to his dream as he was, and you were always so happy to help him in any way you could.

His phone rang as he entered his apartment. He was hoping it was you but instead he was greeted by the annoying picture of his twin brother flashing on the screen.

“What?” Osamu growled, answering his phone as he heard a chuckle coming from the receiver.

“Messed up big time didn’t ya?” Atsumu laughed as Osamu grew more annoyed by the second.

“What the hell did you call for?” Osamu hissed back as Atsumu cleared his throat, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

“Just wondering how you're going to make it up to her. You really did it this time man. She called me completely heartbroken from the train station,” Atsumu responded as Osamu felt his chest tighten. Sure, he had felt like a jerk before but now he felt like a complete asshole.

“What do I do Sumu? I love her and I really fucked up this time. I brought up Amy which was a fucking low blow and I know it. Worst of all, YN is a million times more supportive than Amy ever was,” Osamu acknowledged, sitting on the stool at his kitchen counter.

“We’ll have you told Yn that?” Atsumu asked as Osamu played with a pen on the table.

“Told Yn what?”

“God you really are an idiot! And here everyone thought I was the stupid one! Have you told Yn how much you appreciate everything she does for you? How she comes after working all day to help you clean up? Or how she makes sure you get out at a decent time? Or even how she stands outside advertising your stupid new onigiri recipes that sometimes taste like absolute garbage?”

Osamu paused, looking up and staring at the picture of the two of you outside of Onigiri Miya. It was one of the first pictures you’d had taken together, and it was right after whirlwind sales day. His mind tried to recall all the times he had thanked you and all the things he had done to show his appreciation. His mind came up blank.

“Fuck! Fuck I haven’t even told her thank you once!” Osamu shouted, grabbing his keys and running from his apartment to the street below.

“Damn not even once Samu? And people say you’re the nice twin?”

“Shut up ya idiot!” Osamu snapped as Atsumu chuckled.

“Go make it up to your girl, ok? But remember who saved your relationship! I want an Onigiri named after me!”

Osamu ignore his brother as he quickly hung up the phone and ran to the station, tapping his feet as he waited for the train to arrive. Thankfully it wasn’t busy as he boarded and waited for your stop.

He ran from the train, booking it across the city as he made his way to your apartment. He took the steps two at a time as he pounded on your door, out of breath as he waited for your answer.

The door opened slightly, your eyes narrowing on his as you slammed the door right in his stupidly handsome face. Alright he definitely deserved that.

“YN please! Please baby- please just listen to me. I know you hate me, and you have every right too. I was a completely selfish jerk, and I said some awful things to you. I’ve taken advantage of all your help and kindness, and I haven’t even bothered to once acknowledge it. The truth is that you’ve done way more for me than anyone ever has, even Atsumu. You loved and supported me and never once complained about it,” he breathed out, tears welling in his eyes as he continues,” I know I don’t deserve you YN but please just know that I love you and I wouldn’t be where I am today without you.”

Behind the door, your eyes flooded with tears again as you listened to his words. You loved Osamu more than anything and while his words stung, you knew he said them out of anger. While it still didn’t make it right, he had come all this way to apologize so the least you could do was hear him out. You turned around, opening the door as you peeked at him, his beautiful eyes meeting yours.

“What you said hurt Samu. It gutted me when you brought her up,” you cried as Osamu deflated. He knew what he said stung. He hadn’t met for his anger to get out of control like that. He knew he had to fix this.

“I’m so incredibly sorry for bringing her up Yn. I don’t have any excuse for what I said. Amy never gave me what you give me. She never supported my dream like you do and that’s why I love you so much Yn. You’re it for me,” he whispered as your eyes again flooded with tears and you opened the door, pulling him into an embrace.

“I love you too Samu and I’ve only ever wanted to see you happy. I love helping you and I don’t need praise all the time but sometimes it would be nice,” you responded as he pulled you in right, holding you close as if you would disappear if he were to let go.

“I can do that Yn, I can definitely do that.”

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mart6sumu · 3 months ago

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osmuuuu

#hq fanart #haikyuu #hq #timeskip osamu #osamu fanart #miya osamu

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arcaneorphic · 1 year ago

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Redamancy - Timeskip! Osamu x Reader

Pairing: Timeskip! Miya Osamu x Flower Shop Owner! Reader

Genre: Fluff,

Summary: Redamancy: a love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you; the act of loving in return.

Osamu, owner of Onigiri Miya, and the owner of the flower shop next door find that falling in love happens slowly and all at once.

Word Count: 3,217

Osamu had come to terms with his jadedness a long time ago. Where his brother was a hopeless romantic, he’d like to think he was a realist. Atsumu believed in love in spite of their father, where Osamu didn’t because of that man. The twins hardly knew anything about their father, and they liked it that way. Though it was clear that he left lasting damage on the two—however much they tried to deny it. In their teenage years the twins were fairly popular among their female peers. Where Atsumu indulged in that fact, Osamu did the opposite. Sure, he had a girlfriend or two during high school, but they were never that serious; at least not serious enough for them to meet his ma.

Besides, he had other things to worry about—more important things. He was a twenty-three year old business owner and he didn’t have the spare time to worry himself over another person like that. He was content with his life just as is. At least that’s what he would tell himself whenever he returned to his quiet apartment after working long hours at his onigiri shop.

***

It was early on a Tuesday morning when Osamu was unlocking the front of his shop so he could prepare for the day. The usual busy street was relatively silent, save for the early morning commuters either going to or returning from work. However, there was one thing out of place. The jingling of keys to the shop next door caught his attention. She was far too early, he noted. Usually she doesn’t open until 9:00 am.

Once, when a customer had asked him when the shop next door opened and he answered automatically Atsumu had raised an eyebrow at that. When pressed on why he knew that information so readily Osamu rolled his eyes and said something about how often customers unfamiliar with the area would ask so it was only reasonable for him to learn. There was no way in hell he would ever tell Atsumu the truth. He’d never admit that the real reason he knew when the shop next door opened was because he’d see her walk in front of the windows of his restaurant every morning to open.

“Mornin’,” he said.

“Oh! Morning!” She seemed frazzled. He took notice of how she seemed to be having trouble opening her door.

“You alright?”

“Yeah.. just,” she huffed. “Doors just been getting stuck recently.”

The twinge of frustration in her usual sweet voice amused him, “Here, let me.”

“Thank you, but you really don’t have to. I don’t want to keep you from getting to what you need to,” she tried to protest.

He gave her a smile, charming and kind, “Really, ‘s no issue.”

She stepped aside. He pushed against the door slightly, and it sure was stuck. A small part of him worried how she’d lock up for the day to count her tills if it was this difficult, but he quickly pushed the thought away as it wasn’t his place to worry about such a thing. He pushed against the door harder this time, thankful for the years of strength training he did and still does—though less and far between now.

She let out a sigh of relief as the door opened, “Bless, I thought I’d be out here for at least another half hour.”

Cute, he thought to himself.

“If you don’t mind me askin’, what’re you doin’ here so early?”

“Turns out a client of mine decided fairly last minute that she’d like a whole new flower and arrangement for a dozen centerpieces,” she sighed. “So, if you’re in the market for some peonies, let me know. I’ll give you a discount for helping me open the door.”

He laughed, a good and proper one, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She smiled back at him and he swore the harsh morning air got a little easier to deal with. The two parted after wishing each other a good day.

***

As Osamu prepped for the day he let his mind wander to the woman next door. The first time they had met was when he first moved into this space. He wasn’t open for business, still just a few tables and not nearly enough chairs, when there was a knock.

He put on his best customer smile ready to tell the person that he’d be open in a weeks time, but his words caught in his throat when he laid eyes on her. He swore he’d never seen someone so beautiful before.

“Hi, I own the flower shop, Ume Field, next door and I just wanted to welcome you to the area,” her voice was sweet and kind, but not in the way that seemed forced or unnatural.

She took a step into the space and Osamu had never worried so much for a stranger, there was still construction equipment littering the floor and he’d be beside himself if she got hurt. He tried to tell himself that it was because he couldn’t afford a lawsuit if she happened to get hurt on his property, but that was hardly the reason.

He took the arrangement from her outstretched hands. The oranges and dark gold of flowers he could not name for the life of him stared back at him, “Thank you, but I have to admit I don’t know much about flowers.”

She smiled at that as she pointed to each flower respectively, “Well these are for luck and these are for prosperity. Just um… I don’t see many people our age around here so I thought I’d give you a welcoming gift.”

She was right. Most of the other owners around them were fairly older than they were, more experienced and a lot more certain about income.

“This is real nice of you,” his face felt warm and he hoped for the life of him he wasn’t blushing.

Those flowers stayed on the counter of his shop for as long as he could keep them. When Atsumu made a comment about them during opening day Osamu told him to “shut his mouth” and “mind his business”. Atsumu chose to drop it for the time being but he’d never forget the soft look in his brother’s eyes whenever he looked at those flowers.

***

It was an awful day. The kind of day that made him doubt if opening his own restaurant was a good idea after all. Maybe he should have just become a pro-athlete like his twin. He was a damn good volleyball player and the money would’ve been nice, not to mention never having to deal with self-entitled customers or things that were far out of his control. He was wiping down tables as he let himself fume in his frustrations. There was still ten minutes before he officially closed, and when he heard the chime of his door opening he had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes.

Of course, he thought as he collected himself enough to turn and greet the customer.

“Rough day?” Her eyebrows knitted and concern laced in her voice.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, humorless and exhausted. If asked, he would deny the way his tensed shoulders relaxed at the sound of her voice, “Ya want the usual?”

She shook her head, “No, no, I’m alright.”

“Told you it’s not a problem. Besides, makes no sense for you to go home hungry when you’re here,” a repeat of a conversation he’s sure they’ve had a hundred times.

With the holiday’s coming soon she would leave her shop later, and the first time he’d seen her walk by his restaurant at 7:30 he had rushed out to stop her. Since then, whenever she finds herself leaving at a later hour than intended, she waits inside Onigiri Miya.

She walks to the front counter and picks up one of the rags, “And I told you I’ll only eat something if you let me pay for it.”

As she starts to wipe down one of the tables he feels his heart clench, “You don’t have—.”

“Well I’m going to,” she interrupts.

Always so damn stubborn, he thinks. If there’s one thing he’s learned about her its that she’s as headstrong and stubborn as they come. The first time she had stood in front of him with arms crossed and pretty face set he had to walk away.

“Then you’re going to eat somethin’.”

There’s a brief silence before an exaggerated sigh leaves her lips, “Fine.”

With that Osamu goes to make something for her. As he does so he pretends not to see her place five dollars at the register and tomorrow when she comes by his shop to drop off flowers as a way to ‘repay’ him for the food, she’ll pretend not to notice him slip the five dollars into the pocket of her apron. He’s fairly certain they’ve been trading the same five dollars for the past four months.

She hums along to the song playing over the speakers as she wipes down the last three tables. In all honesty, Osamu was nearly done cleaning by the time she came in, but he still appreciated the way she insisted on lessening whatever she could. She disappeared into the back for a bit, returning with a broom in hand. Before she could make any headway in sweeping he called her name.

Osamu meets her half way and takes the broom from her hands. She pats him gently on his bicep as she walks by. He watches her for a moment. She walks behind the counter and takes a seat at the stool he has there. The way she walks about his shop freely puts a smile on his face.

Yeah, I made the right choice, he thinks to himself as he begins to sweep the floor.

***

“Ma, tell yer thick headed son that he needs to man up and just do it,” It’s taking every ounce of patience and respect for his mother Osamu has to not jump across the table and fight Atsumu the way they did in their teens.

“You really never get tired of hearin’ yer own voice, huh?” Osamu spits back, accent always a little thicker around his brother and ma.

Osamu’s eyes keep flicking towards the window of his shop, thinking he’s doing it slyly enough not to be caught; but of course his ma is fully aware. There’s a look of concern that she’s never seen in her son’s eyes before. She knows her son—she knows that he hates the idea of falling in love only for it to turn tainted and ugly. She also knows that prior to moving into this space her son had no idea how to keep a plant alive, but looking at the various plants and flowers that decorate his shop she knows that something inside of her son has healed.

She eats her onigri that her son lovingly made, and tunes out the sound of her son’s arguing—she’s used to this little back and forth of theirs. For as much as Atsumu enjoys antagonizing his brother, he wants him to be happy and he sees that the shop owner next door does just that.

Onigiri Miya is empty, save for the three of them, which is the only reason why Osamu is indulging his brother’s antics. Well, that is only partially true; the other reason he is allowing this to continue is that it keeps his mind off of the worry growing in the pit of his stomach.

Just as Osamu is about to pull out his phone and call, he sees an all too familiar beat up blue kei truck parking in front of his restaurant. Both his brother and mother notice the worry fade from Osamu’s eyes only to be replaced by amused adoration.

“Watch the shop,” Osamu tells his brother as he walks outside to meet the woman.

Atsumu and their ma watch as the woman driving the truck beams at Osamu as he walks up. Even though they can’t hear the exchange occurring between the pair it’s clear by the way the woman shakes her head at whatever Osamu says and grabs his wrist to show him his watch that he made a comment about the time.

Ma notes the way her son smiles at the woman and how easily the woman keeps up with her son’s quips. Just as Osamu is about to pick up one of the boxes in the bed of her truck they see as she smacks his hand away. She stands there, arms crossed and face set as she tells—scolds—him not to overexert himself seeing as he did so yesterday while he was getting his shipment in. He replies with something that has her rolling her eyes and laughing before she goes off to open her shop door.

“See what I mean, Ma,” Atsumu sighs.

***

Osamu is convinced he’s never been this nervous before. Telling his twin he’s quitting volleyball? Starting a food truck? Opening a brick and mortar? A breeze compared to having the most beautiful, intelligent, and hardworking woman stood in his small studio apartment. While at his shop he could feign having his life in order, but having a woman like her in a place like this made him feel… like he was fighting a losing battle. There was no way he could ever be enough—.

“No fair, you’ve got bigger windows!”

Osamu paused, pulled from his spiral, “What?”

“The windows in my studio are teeny tiny compared to yours,” she explained, as if that would somehow make Osamu understand her. He didn’t.

She walked further into his apartment the same way she walked about his restaurant—as if she’s done it a million times. Oddly, under all his ‘first date’ anxieties, he felt the same; as if this was commonplace for them—his soul was at ease with hers.

“Okay, well dinners almost ready if you wanna… keep cryin’ over my windows,” he chuckles.

He’s had to have said that phase thousands of times in his life, but never once did they fill him with as much domestic bliss as when he said them to her.

“What’re you making,” same lilt in her voice as when she asked him that same question after-hours at Onigiri Miya.

“You’ll see in a minute,” same response he always gave her.

“This is a date, you know, you’re supposed to be nice to me,” the teasing glint in her eyes he’s learned well returning. She leans on the counter, small of her back pressing up against the lip, while she looks up at him. He’s all too familiar with this too.

“Am I not? Being nice to ya, I mean,” his tongue slipping back into its natural accent subconsciously.

“That country charm will only get you out of so much, Osamu,” he was certain that he would die if he ever had to go without hearing his name coming from her mouth.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he smirks as he pats her hip to move her and grab something from the cabinet behind her.

That move being something that he learned from her. It was comical, really, the way a 6’4” man, built and strong, could easily be pushed around with a few simple pats from the sweetest looking woman in a soft pink apron.

“How’d that date your brother went on go, by the way?” She asked once she settled back into her previous position.

Osamu gave her a look that told her all she needed to know. In the time she had grown closer to Osamu it also meant getting to know the loud setter. The first time she had met Atsumu he had walked into her shop lackadaisically looking around. She had been thoroughly confused as to why the owner of Onigiri Miya was mulling about her shop instead of tending to his own. When she walked up to him, ready to scold him for not attending to his restaurant, he looked at her. In that moment the playful jab bubbling in her throat disappeared because she knew that he wasn’t Osamu.

At that point, Osamu had moved into the space next to hers only two months ago, but even then she could tell that the identical looking man in front of her was not him. The man in front of her did not make her heart flutter and his eyes didn’t make her feel seen. When the man introduced himself as Atsumu, brother to the owner next door, she smiled.

“Poor guy, he sounded like he really liked her,” she says, pulling herself from the memory at the sound of sizzling coming from the pan.

Osamu sighs, “Yeah, and you said that about the last girl he went out with too.”

Atsumu had gotten into the habit of purchasing bouquets from her shop for his dates, which meant that he spent his time between Onigiri Miya and Ume Field singing praise over the newest ‘love of his life’. She had met many people like Atsumu since opening her shop, hopeless romantics with hearts far too big and sensitive for their own good, and she would listen intently as he spoke of those women. Atsumu was genuine and the women who he dated often times were not. Gold diggers or people chasing their fifteen minutes for dating the Miya Atsumu.

“He’s just got a big heart, Osamu.”

“He’s an idiot.”

She gives him a look that makes him want to be kinder, “Listen, I’ve just had to deal with this—with him—my whole life and I don’t like him botherin’ you with it now.”

“I’ve told you, I don’t mind.”

“I know, I know,” he says.

A comfortable silence settles between them as Osamu plates their food. He sets the food on the small table and then walks towards her. She smiles softly as she takes his outstretched hand into hers and lets him pull her closer. She’s never met a man like Osamu before, that much she’s sure of. From that moment, all those Tuesday’s ago, when she had told him her door was difficult to open and he closed his shop for an hour so he could fix her door she knew that he had her heart.

Unbeknownst to her, Osamu had fallen for her far before then, as much as he wanted to deny it. The moment she had walked into his restaurant, wood and construction equipment strewn across the flower, with flowers arranged meticulously by her talented hands he was taken with her. Even so, he waited until now, a year later, to ask her on a date. There was still growth he needed to do before he started anything with her. She deserved the best version of himself he could give.

“Hi,” he says softly as she wraps her arms around his torso.

“Hi,” she repeats as she rests her head on his chest.

Years from now, when they’re stood in the home that they’ve built together he’ll think back to this moment. He’ll think of standing in his cramped studio apartment with the woman that would become his wife and feeling a wave of peace settle in his soul.

#miya osamu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #hq fic #timeskip Osamu #miya osamu x you #miya osamu x reader #Miya Osamu fluff

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moon4nge1 · 1 year ago

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Timeskip!Osamu x Baker!Reader [request!]

Synopsis! Osamu and reader running a cafe together.

Cw! Fluff, sweet, and short work;oneshot, not really good-might remake this

Note! Thank you @minewartfall for this idea! I hope it reached to your standards T-T. I tried my best, and I didn’t think I would’ve taken me so long to get it out.

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It was at times like these that the Miyas have slight regret of opening up a café.

It was rush hour and the cafe was severely understaffed. Multiple orders came in at once and the poor workers were running around like bees of a hive. Osamu’s gray hair could be seen through the kitchens window, dashing around the cafe to take orders and serve them out afterwards. You couldn’t help the snicker that left your lips as you took notice of it from the kitchen. Osamu could only spare you a glance, a small smile on his lips, before going back to the task at hand.

As the day went on and the sun went down, less customers appeared. You let out a tired sigh, your hands working on the knot that had appeared over time on your shoulders from all the mixing of batter and decorating of cakes during the rush. Too busy to notice Samu leaning against the kitchen entry, a soft smiling gracing his lips as he watched you. In long quick strides, he’s behind you, his arms made their way around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Tiring day..” he mumbled out, leaving a feathery kiss along the crook of your neck. You hum out in response, leaning back against his chest. “So many cakes” you softly grumbled, eyes closed as you placed your hands on top of his.

You both gently start to sway, taking in the time of finally being relaxed. No running around, no decorating for hours. It’s just relaxing now. Just taking the time to enjoy the quietness.

So it was times like these, that the Miyas enjoyed having a café together.

©moon4nge1 - please do not steal, copy, or repost on any other platforms without my permission!

✧ ☽ ✧ ps. finally done with this! I’ve seriously been lazy, and putting off writing. But hope you enjoyed nonetheless. Sorry for any mistakes! I was also going to do a bonus of where Osamu helps reader by giving them a shoulder massage, but like I said I’ve been super lazy! T-T

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itszazouu · 2 years ago

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I'm having so much fun searching through haikyu twitter page and looking at all the time skip illustrations especially this one of my onigiri man Miya Osamu

#miya osamu #timeskip osamu #haikyuu #haikyu timeskip #haikyu #twitter #haikyu twitter

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nobrain-onlysteven · 3 months ago

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Timeskip Osamu Miya with compression sleeves got me feeling some type of way I ain’t even gonna lie

#it’s 3am and I want to ask for his hand in marriage #osamu miya the man that you are #I apologize for the person I will become when the timeskip is animated #osamu miya #miya osamu #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #hq!!

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lufvg · 6 months ago

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⌕ [ hq boys when you play with their hair ] — !

warnings: probably ooc, not every character!!!

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unconsciously leans into your touch :

kurro, sugawara, oikawa, atsumu, nishinoya,

teases you ( he actually loves it and acts like he didn’t totally melt into your touch ) :

kageyama, tuskishima, osamu, matsun, yaku, hinata, sakusa

‘Ignores it’ because he’s used to it ( or he thinks it’s normal because he’s never been in a relationship before and thinks all girlfriends do this to their s/o’s ) :

kita, asahi, daichi, yamaguchi, makki, kenma, suna, ushijima

Is bald ( bozo’s ) :

Tanaka, mad dog

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a-pastel-edgelord · 5 months ago

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Shinsuke Kita is a man who likes what he likes and gives little thought to things he doesn't. He'll go about his daily routine: rise with the sun, eat, morning ablutions, out to the fields until lunch, take a break, then back into the fields until dinner, do chores around the house then a small past time or two until it's time for bed. Unless it's the weekend or a game day, then he goes to Onigiri Miya to catch up with Osamu, Gin, Akagi and Omimi around lunch time.

However, he finds himself going to Onigiri Miya a little earlier on some days with the hopes of catching you while you're on shift. You're a part-timer and university student—but Osamu has been telling him that you have the chops to run the restaurant by yourself. "I know I don't hafta worry about leavin' for an hour or so. S'good feeling, Kita."

It's easier to like someone if a friend vouches for them. Yes, that must be the reason he's fond of you, because Osamu is. He arrives at the restaurant an hour early—an electronic bell chimes through as he enters. It's busy as usual but there's no line.

"Welcome!" You look up from the register and beam. "Kita-san! I'll call the boss over, he's in the back doing inventory."

Before he can protest, you've bounced away. He hears a muffled conversation the opening of a door and a moment later Osamu takes your place with a raised eyebrow. "Yer awfully early, Kita. S'not delivery day is it?"

"Nah, nothin' like that. Just... Had some spare time."

"Spare time huh." Osamu repeats, like he's tasting the words for the first time. "Well, did ya want anythin' ta eat? The usual?"

"Sure, that'll do."

"Uh-huh." Osamu leans back to shout into the kitchen. "Go ahead and make Kita his usual!"

You respond in a sing-song voice. "Already started!"

Shinsuke can't help the grin that hitches onto his features even as Osamu casts a wary but amused eye over him. The two men make eye contact for a few beats before Osamu sighs. "Please don't go scarin' off some of the only good help I've been able ta find."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Yeah-huh."

But nothing else can be said on the subject because you emerge from the back with a tray laden with food. There's even a side of fried tofu—not typically part of his order. You must have seen him looking because you hurriedly explain, "The boss said you like tofu, so I just did some up. I hope that's ok." Osamu rolls his eyes and walks back to the kitchen, catching Kita's eye as he goes.

"S'just fine." Kita takes the tray. "But I'd like to repay ya."

"You don't have to do that! It's my pleasure." You try and reassure.

"Then it'd be my pleasure to make ya dinner some time. Could do it today, after the game if that's ok?"

As you fumble through saying yes, Shinsuke savors his first bite of food. Yeah, he could eat your cooking for the rest of his life he thinks. It would be a nice addition to his routine.

#im collecting inarizaki like fucking pokemon apparently #kita shinsuke #kita x reader #shinsuke kita x reader #hq x reader #inarizaki x reader #osamu mention #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #reader insert #timeskip kita x reader #im obsessed with kita deciding to make room for you in his routine #he takes the time because you're worth it #osamu saw this coming for awhile and he's like well if you must #who should i do next?

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saturns-satellites · 4 months ago

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TIMESKIP OSAMU

#IM FERAL FOR MR ONIGIRI MIYA #miya osamu #haikyuu osamu #miya twins #haikyū!!#haikyuu #inarizaki #hq osamu #hq #anime #osamu loves food #onigiri miya #sunaosa #miya atsumu #msby atsumu #haikyuu timeskip #hq timeskip #haikyuu msby #msby black jackal

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entwnii · 3 months ago

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it’s already late at night when 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 walks out of the gym, his sport bag in his hand.

the droplets of water falling from his platinum blonde hair run down his face and the back of his neck. paired with the chill breeze of the night, it makes a trail of shivers run down his spine and goosebumps appear on his light skin.

god, why did he forget to bring a towel ?

he grabs his keys from the back pocket of his shorts before opening the car’s door, throwing his sport bag somewhere on the backseat while he slides down on the driver seat.

he turns his car on, a white porsche 718 spyder, hoping that his hair will dry during the ride home before driving off to your shared apartment.

the wind that blows through his blonde locks makes the pro athlete sigh in contentment, a small smile appearing on his slightly chapped lips as he drives through the busy streets of osaka, the neon lights of the stores lighting his face in various colors.

it doesn’t take him longer than twenty minutes to get to his residence, parking his convertible car in it’s usual spot.

atsumu grabs his bag’s handle and gets out of the car before locking it. he walks over to the apartment building’s entrance, opening the door and making his way to the staircase.

once he reaches the third floor, he walks over to the door of your shared apartment, the only one on the third floor.

the blonde-haired man unlocks the front door with his keys before stepping inside.

your fiancé carefully closes the door behind him, not wanting to wake you up. he kicks his shoes off his feet before placing his sport bag on the floor next to the door.

atsumu’s dark brown eyes are attracted by a small light coming from the living room.

his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the pro volleyball player walks over to the living room, scratching the back of his neck.

the frown on his face immediately disappears at the sight in front of him, a fond smile replacing it.

the television is on, mamma mia is currently playing on the screen, one of your favorite movies. there’s a plate of muffins on the coffee table, blueberry and lemon ones with powdered sugar icing on top along with a glass bottle of lemonade.

all the while you are laying on the skandi couch, facing the television, visibly asleep. one of your cheeks is pressed against the back of your hand, your eyes closed and your plump lips slightly parted. soft breaths escape you as one of atsumu’s large shirts is draped over your body.

despite all of his efforts not to wake you up, atsumu’s foot bumps into one of the couch’s footers, making him yelp at the sudden pain, which wakes you up.

atsumu watches as you turn around, facing the couch’s back, a frown on your face while a small whine escapes you. your eyelashes flutter open, trying to adjust your eyesight to the light coming from the television.

as you sit up, you start rubbing your eyes, letting a groan of complain before finally glancing to the side, glaring at your fiancé.

“sorry, baby.” atsumu flashes you a small smile, a hint of regret visible in his eyes, despite his urge to laugh at your sleepy appearance.

“how’s my future mama ?” he asks as he places his hands on the back of the skandi couch, leaning towards you.

“fine, but she was quite calm until you arrived.” you accusingly tell him, a subtle frown on your features as you place a hand on your baby bump.

“‘t’s not my fault she likes my voice.” atsumu lets out a chuckle, placing a hand on the side of your face, turning your head to place a small peck on your plump lips. “only two months left…”

you let out a small hum at his words, looking up at him with sleepy eyes.

atsumu parts away from your plump lips, licking his own. “imma eat somethin’, what do ya wanna eat ?”

you scratch the bridge of your nose with your nails, thinking about his offer. “i want vanilla ice cream… with olive oil and salt.”

atsumu nods his head at your request, a small ‘kay’ leaving his lips before he walks over to the kitchen.

he knows better than to criticize your cravings, especially since it isn’t the weirdest one out of your seven months of pregnancy.

your fiancé turns on the kitchen’s lights, scratching the back of his neck as he walks around the kitchen to gather the ingredients.

he grabs two bowls from one of the drawers before turning over to the fridge and opening it. he grabs the vanilla ice cream container along with his oatmeal and the milk.

atsumu places a good amount of oatmeal into his bowl before pouring some milk on top and putting the bowl on the side.

he then begins to scoop out some vanilla ice cream, placing it in the second bowl before grabbing the olive oil. he pours a trail of the oil on top of the ice cream and sprinkles some sea salt on top.

the blonde-haired boy wipes the kitchen counter, cleaning the small mess he made, and puts the ingredients back in the fridge.

he grabs both the bowls, along with two tablespoons and walks back to the living room.

“here ya go, pretty girl.” atsumu announces with a grin on his face as he hands you your bowl and a spoon.

he slides on the skandi couch right next to you and digs into his oatmeal. he glances over at you, his grin widening as he watches the pleased expression on your face as you savor the ice cream.

“do you want to try it, ‘tsumu ?” you ask as you look over at atsumu, pointing to the mixture in your bowl with your spoon.

“nah, i’m not trustin’ you with that.” he shakes his head, a loud laugh escaping him.

safe to say that you were pissed at him after that, which only made him laugh more.

#＿〆(ˊᗜˋ*)#after osamu we have atsumu !!#i couldn’t do one of them w/o doing the other #i don’t really think i have a fav twin #cuz both of the are like reallyyyyyy different #ANYWAY !!#this one was fun to write too !#we’re midway into the pregnancy cravings serie !!#i have other fics coming after this serie too :3 #timeskip! atsumu #msby! atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader

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yurishots · 5 months ago

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CAFE AU ━ o. miya

GENRE ━ fluff + the smallest amount of angst

WC ━ 770

Ever since Osamu has aged and settled into his new life as a shop and home owner, it seems like couples have been miraculously popping up everywhere he looks. He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a bit of loneliness seeing couples in booths sharing the food he made. Him being a romantic never helped either—the fantasy of seeing his s/o after a long day at Onigiri Miya plagued his mind constantly, as well as the domestic feeling of coming home knowing that someone will be there waiting for him.

The brunette began to put himself out there more, but not like his blonde counterpart. It was more subtle; making more conversation with his patrons and posting a little more on instagram. He became a fanatic for a short while—constantly stalking his notifications and dm requests even though he knew there would be nothing new. He contemplated giving up on the whole romance act, maybe it's a luxury only certain people can have.

Sighing for the fifth time this morning, Osamu shoves his phone into his back pocket. A past friend of his posted some pictures from his wedding. “Must be nice,” he mumbles under his breath. After washing his hands, he prepares to head to the back before hearing a delicate voice break the silence of his early morning shift.

“Hi, can I get a coffee?” Osamu froze as he heard the voice of this customer, he’s never heard anything like it. He looks up to see a smile adorning your face as you wait for him to confirm the order. The shop owner hopes he doesn’t look stupid as he quickly wipes his hands on his apron and clears his throat.

Osamu quirked up his brow in curiosity,”just a coffee?” The request was quite vague, there’s a million coffees in the world, he’s not a mind reader after all.

“What kind? we carry a bunch of flavors y’know!” He watched as an amused expression took over your face as you listened to him.

“Well, I actually don’t know since your menu up there is quite empty.” Osamu looked up at the digital menu screen above him to realize that it is indeed—blank. a wave of embarrassment washes over him as he grabs the remote off the counter behind him and presses the on button. The menu soon lit up with a bunch of options for you to continue your less detailed coffee order from earlier.

“I'm really sorry about that,” his face feels flushed from the embarrassment of the moment and because of the sound of your laughter entering his ears.

“It's fine, I'll take an espresso.” Osamu nodded as he entered your order into the system in front of him. “And your name?” You looked up quickly with a small ‘hm?’ and gave him your name, “Y/n L/n.” The tapping noise resumed as he typed in your name, smiling softly at the fact he knows you a little bit more. As you leave the counter to find a seat, the shop begins to fill up slowly as people come in for breakfast.

Usually Osamu calls out his customer’s names for them to grab their items, but he felt as if you deserved the delivery. He calms his nerves before walking over to your table by the window, “Here you go Y/n,” he says softly as he hands you your mug, telling you to be careful because it's hot. He slowly retreats back to his spot behind the counter to make the orders since his coworker has shown up to take them. Watching you out of the corner of his eye, he smiles seeing that you’re enjoying your drink as you gaze out the window. “Osamu!” His co worker snapped to get his attention, the amount of drinks he had to prepare had piled up. Sending her an apologetic look, he got back to work.

After making and sending off the last coffee, he looked over to where you were sitting to see an empty table with a lonely mug. Osamu sucked his teeth, he planned on asking you if you enjoyed it. As he walked over to the table to clean it, he noticed a slip of paper poking out from under the mug. He grabbed it and read its contents.

“Y/n L/n: XXX-XXX-XXXX. here’s my number, I’d like to talk to you some more. P.S: I saw you staring at me ;p.”

Smiling to himself, he pocketed the note and cleaned up the previously occupied table. Maybe this romance thing isn’t so hard after all.

#haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #osamu miya #hq timeskip #haikyuu fanfiction #osamu x reader #cafe au #can you tell he is my fav #osamu miya x reader #haikyuu x y/n #inarizaki x reader #osamu imagine #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu angst

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years ago

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🍙Cooking Class🍥

Meeting Single Dad! Osamu Miya

Single Dad! Osamu Miya x Single Mom! Yn (female reader; she/her pronouns)

Warnings: fluff, a small Miya child raised by Osamu and Atsumu 😅

AN: This is an Anon request! I named the children because it was easier than saying “your son” all the time! Also the request is a little different then the direction I went in, I honestly love this request so I left it open to a potential pt. 2 👀

Oof- being a single mom is HARD

Trust me, I know 🥰

But once again this isn’t about me, this is about You

Our fearless, strong, kind, beautiful, intelligent YN

Emphasis on the strong part because as a single mom, you sure need alot of strength

You work your butt off during the day, working full time and juggling your sons daily schedule

At night, you cook dinner, clean, help your son with homework, bedtime, bath and repeat

It’s literally a never ending cycle of work for you my love

If you’re lucky, you’ll get a night free or maybe even get a chance to relax with a glass of your favorite alcoholic beverage

But most of the time, your focus is solely on your son, Akira.

You had him relatively young and he’s approaching the age of 8

He’s a busy, active boy who has alot of friends, does well in school and is an overall good kiddo

It makes you feel so good when people praise you for bringing up such an awesome son 🥰

This is important to remember YN because sometimes raising kids is literally like raising demons that just crawled out from the pits of hell and have never been introduced to civilized society

😮‍💨 sorry about that long and very detailed description but tell me I’m wrong

I’m definitely not

This fact often hits home when your son asks you one question in particular…

“Hey mom, when are you going to find a boyfriend?” Akira asks innocently

“Umm well, like I’ve said before, I don’t need a man and I’m doing pretty well on my own,” you say with a smile

Your son ponders for a second before saying

“Ok so then why do you keep saying to your bestie that you wish you had a man?” He says as you gape at him

“First off, stop listening in on my conversations! Second, while it would be nice to date someone, I’m just really busy,” you say, hoping this will deflect all future questions and move on to literally any other subject

It’s a pipe dream Yn keep up 👏

“Well my friend Gao says his dad said you were hot and would date you,” he says as you turn to stare at him once again

“I’m not dating any of the dads at your volleyball practice Akira!?” You said as your son just shrugs

“Plus none of those dads are even good looking,” you say as you throw the dish towel down on the counter

It’s true that your dating life had been less than spectacular as of late

Oh sorry, it’s never been spectacular 😅

You’d been on your own since Akira was born, having not been on a date in literal years due to working and your commitment to parenting

You signed as you walked out of the kitchen, Akira’s attention now turning to a book he had been reading

“Maybe it’s time I do something for myself,” you say as you head to your room

And that’s what brings us here, to the doorstep of a cute little Onigiri restaurant known as Onigiri Miya

You had seen an advertisement for cooking lessons in the local paper, having registered online

You walked into the restaurant, the doorbell chiming

The restaurant was small and cozy, but the smell permeating the air was heavenly

You looked around, noting no one else in the store

“Hey, just a second!” A voice shouted as you turned to the doorway

“No rush, thank you!” You respond standing in front of the menu

The options were spectacular and all looked beyond amazing

“Hey sorry about that wait,” a tall, handsome brunette man said coming out from behind the kitchen door

“Oh it’s not worry! I’m a bit early it seems,” you say, smiling

The man stared at you, eyes raking in your form from top to bottom

You were dressed rather casual for a summers evening, shorts and a nice top with a pair of comfortable shoes

“Im YN by the way,” you say, smiling and extending your hand

“Umm Osamu and don’t worry, you aren’t early or late, you’re my only sign up for the class,” Osamu says as your eyes widen

“Oh my god really? This is such an amazing class and you’re telling me I’m the only sign up?” You said as Osamu nodded

“Yep but no worries! Come on back and we can get started,” he says as you nod and make your way around the counter, “Wash your hands and we can get stared. Do you know anything about cooking?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say im completely a novice,” you say as you dry your hands

“Ok so a beginner,” Osamu says as you interrupt him

“Hey! Give me some credit! I know how to boil water ok? Im at least intermediate,” you say as Osamu chuckles

“Ok so we can skip the boiling water lesson then,” he says as you smile and stand next to him

Osamu stiffens as you stand there looking up at him with your big eyes

You were so cute and sweet

You face was perfect from your eyes to your nose, your hair immaculate and your body flawless

“Ok let’s get started,” he says as you hear the door chime

“Hey dad!” a voice shouted

“Kenji what the hell are you doing here? Where’s Sumu?” Osamu says as you watch the little boy, around your sons age walk into the kitchen

“I’m right here chill out!” Another voice yells from the door as a double of Osamu but with untoned hair walks in

“Well hello there,” the untoned blonde says as he walks up to you

“Sumu what the hell? I told you I had a class tonight! You were suppose to keep Kenji until 9,” Osamu says as he sighs and looks at you apologetically

“Wait that was tonight? Oh shit, I totally forgot! I have a meeting with Sakusa and Bokuto,” Sumu says as Osamu rolls his eyes

“Hi there, I’m Kenji,” the little boy says to you as you smile and meet him at eye level

“Hi! I’m YN, it’s very nice to meet you!” You respond, shaking his hand

“Hey you’re really pretty! Are you dating my dad?” He asks excitedly as you snicker, Osamu’s face heating up at the question that just emerged from his sons mouth

“Kenji no! She’s a client of mine who is taking a cooking class,” Osamu says

Kenji looks from you to Osamu, “is cooking class a secret word for something?”

Sumu belts out a laugh as Osamu kicks him, causing you and Kenji to both laugh

“No, your dad is teaching me how to make onigiri,” you say, “it’s my sons favorite so I want to make it at home with him.”

Osamu looked at you as you smiled back at him, he would have never known you had a son at your age

“Oh cool! How old is he? Does he play sports?” Kenji asks as you smile and nod

“Akira is 7 and he does! He just started playing volleyball,” you say as Kenji’s eyes light up

“I play volleyball too! My dad use to play in school too!” He says as you smile

“Hey what about uncle Sumu!” The agitating voice interrupts

Kenji just rolls his eyes as Osamu smirks 😏

“My uncle Sumu plays setter for the MSBY Black Jackals,” he says

“His very SINGLE uncle that is,” Sumu interrupts

You 👉🏻😐

Kenji 👉🏻🙄

Osamu 👇🏻

You giggle as the twins fight and Kenji grabs a stool to help you

“You should bring your son here sometime,” he says as you smile

“I think I will! He’d love that!” You say as Osamu watches you interact with his son

He can’t say the picture didn’t melt his heart just a little, seeing Kenji getting along with someone so well

Too bad kids give very little reprieve

“You should go on a date with my dad,” he says as Osamu nearly chokes on air

You giggle and continue prepping

“I don’t know how your dad would feel about you setting him up,” you say and Kenji shrugs

“Uncle Sumu says he needs to get laid,” he says as the room goes still

You try hard to contain your laughter as Osamu slowly turns to glare at Sumu

Sumu run 👉🏻😗 🎵

“Atsumu-”

“Well would you look at the time! See you soon kiddo and it was nice meeting you Yn!” Sumu says, running from the restaurant before he receives a career threatening injury

“I know what we could do, maybe you and your dad could meet up with me and Akira for a playdate?” You say, looking at Kenji

His eyes light up, “ohhh yes can we dad?!”

Osamu watches your gorgeous eyes light up, the sweet smile on your face melting all of his restraint

“I don’t see why not,” he says as Kenji cheers

“Ok it’s a date then!” You say, looking for Kenji to Osamu

“Yeah, it’s a date”

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