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sugako · 4 years ago

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after dinner special

bokuto x f!reader x hinata sum: after seeing the way his teammate looks at you, bokuto comes up with a plan to help all parties cw: 18+ only minors dni i am begging you, established relationship (bokuto x reader), slight manipulation (?? reader/bo make a secret plan to seduce hinata and he wants to so not really but idk what else to tag it as), oral (f!receiving), double pussyjob, nipple play, orgasm denial, D/s, spit roast, unprotected, hinabo if you squint extra hard wc: 4.2k a/n: finally back from the dead with this wayyy overdue fic ive been thinking about/writing for months, no edits or beta bc i'm too impatient and haven't posted in so long

Above all else, Bokuto was incredibly perceptive to other’s emotions. Among other aspects, that quality had really drawn you to him even if it wasn’t as extraordinarily overt as his confidence and enthusiasm. His perceptiveness didn’t end with you, of course, he was well-connected with his teammates, which meant when he saw the way Hinata’s eyes just barely glazed over when he met you he knew there was something more happening in his head. He watched the burning grow in Hinata after he had witnessed the two of you had, quite obviously, snuck off to another room during a get-together at Meian’s, spit still drying at the corner of your dry, puffy lips a week prior.

Even he wasn’t sure what exactly his plan was as he started up in the locker room a couple weeks later, oversharing every little detail he could recall about your body, namely when it was under him. Ignoring Atsumu and Kiyoomi’s groans for him to stop while Shugo and Oliver snickered to themselves reminiscing about their own escapades from a handful of years ago, he focused on Hinata’s reaction.

Shōyō remained uncharacteristically quiet as he rambled on about how cute your soft tits were, only speaking to quietly excuse himself to the bathroom. He was careful, but not careful enough to hide the tent in his shorts.

Not one to keep a secret, the words came tumbling from his mouth when he burst into your shared apartment.

“I think Hinata likes you!” He managed, tearing off his shoes to stumble into the hallway to wrap you in a tight hug like he did nearly every day.

“I-...what?” You choke, wrapping a tentative arm back around him and peeling away to look at him in the eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Not like… I don’t know, I think he wants to fuck you.” The smile on his face doesn’t waver, only confusing you.

“I’m not sure how to take this.” You deadpan, brows just short of knitting together. “Why…?”

“Well if you would like that I certainly wouldn’t mind.” His teeth graze over your skin as he pecks messy kisses all over your cheeks and neck.

“You wouldn’t mind?” You blankly repeat back, holding his back by his muscled shoulders to make him look you in the eyes. “Because not minding something and wanting something are very different and I just want to make sure whatever we’re about to talk about we’re just being really clear.”

Bokuto inhaled a massive breath, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he collected exactly what he wanted to say to you. Before he could, the smell coming from the kitchen distracted his senses, leaving him to weakly exhale and blink his eyes open. “Talk over dinner?”

The long talk over the dinner table was eventually fruitful. After he collected himself and stuffed his rumbling stomach, Bokuto was better able to explain what he had seen in Hinata. It made you recall every time you had seen him and you would be lying if you said you didn’t see it too. He wasn’t exactly a subtle person.

When it came down to it, you certainly weren’t opposed. Bokuto certainly seemed interested in the prospect of sharing you, especially with his favorite prodigy as he liked to class him. You recognized that Hinata was attractive and you had to admit that the concept of being squished between the two thick, bubbly men was alluring as long as he was truly interested.

Before the full invitation to come over for dinner - specially prepared by you - had even slipped from Bokuto’s mouth, Hinata was eagerly accepting. Part of you dreaded the entire ordeal, anxieties bubbling up about the lead up and the talking beforehand that you had foolishly agreed to do most of. Over dinner you stayed a little quieter than usual, trying to gauge Hinata’s expression and body language.

When he politely excuses himself to use the restroom after finishing, Bokuto grabs your hand across the table, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles.

“If you’re nervous we can stop right here.” He whispers, grinning softly.

You can’t help but smile back, shaking your head. “No, I’m okay,” you assure him, “I am a little nervous, but I really want to.”

He opens his mouth to say something else, but is cut off by the sound of the bathroom door closing and the soft pad of Hinata’s feet down the hallway. Clearing your throat, you give a reassuring smile to Bokuto, and stand to face where Hinata soon pops out of.

“Hinata, would you-”

“Shōyō is fine!” He interjects. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“That’s fine,” you smile, ghosting your hand down his arm and resting your palm against his elbow. “Shōyō, would you mind helping me wash up in the kitchen. I feel bad asking the guest, but Kōtarō has something for you and you’ll get to it faster if I finish this.”

Hinata can feel his heart pounding behind his rib cage so hard he worries you can hear his pulse reverberating. You look so sweet with those pleading eyes staring at him, the warm touch of your fingertips sending heat to his chest.

“Of course, I don’t mind.” He nods, letting you lead him a room away to the kitchen.

“Great, thank you, this is such a big help.” You grin while placing the dirty dishes in the sink before you and handing him a dry towel. “You can just dry and put them in the cabinet in front of you.”

“Okay,” he says quietly, eyeing down your low-cut shirt as you squeeze your arms together and lean down to grab the first bowl. His eyes roll to the back of his head when you turn the tap on a little too fast and water splashes all over the front of your thin, pale dress, making the black lacy bra underneath pop.

“Whoops!” You exclaim, smiling a little too happily, feeling how his feet shift beside you. “This tap is a little loose, I always get messy and wet trying to do anything.”

He has to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning, glad that your gaze is in the sink and not on his flushed face. He doesn’t want to feel this way about his friend’s girlfriend, but it’s so hard when you’re standing so close - did you take a step toward him? when did your hip start brushing against his? - and you look so pretty.

“So, Shōyō…” you start, handing him another dish, “Kōtarō talks about you a lot, you know.”

“Really?” His voice is pitched and strained, stopping short of choking on his own words.

“Yeah, he thinks you’re great. He was so excited when you joined the team. He, uh, he pays attention, a lot more than some people give him credit for.”

Hinata nods, carefully placing the bowl in the cupboard. “He’s great, I’ve always loved watching him play.”

“He’s fun to watch,” you agree, “You know he thinks….actually, can I just ask what your type is?” The words tumble out quickly as you try to gain confidence, a small bit of worry creeping into the back of your head.

“My type?” He repeats back, pausing in his drying motions. “I don’t know if I really have one. Just anyone I feel good with. Why?” When he turns to look at you again you’re turned to face him, a small smile lighting up your features.

“That’s a good way to look at things. I only ask because, well Kōtarō seems to think you have some kind of interest in me.” You force the words to come out casually, keeping your eyes on him. Hinata sputters and chokes on his own words, the way your hand comes down over his doing absolutely nothing to help him compose himself. “There’s no good way to say this, but he was thinking you could, uh well take what you’ve been thinking about, if you want to.”

Taking a deep swallow, he took a short deep breath to clear his mind. “And what do you think?”

Tension dissipates from your body at his question. “I think I would like you to do whatever you want. Touch me, kiss me, anything. Only if you want to.”

His fists clench and unclench again, gears turning in his head as he realizes this was planned. All those stories Bokuto told, the glint in his eyes for the past few weeks, the way you put yourself on display for him all night with that sly little smirk - it was all part of some plan. A little worried voice in the back of his head told him this was too good to be true. But you were offering yourself up to him, angled forward so your tits would pop and watching him so carefully as though he were a scared animal ready to run, and he knew it had to be true.

The timid, apprehensive look he had been sporting slowly drained from his face, replaced with a much more confident and delighted one. His hands moved from his sides to dig into your waist, lifting you up onto the counter behind you.

“Don’t tease me.” He whispers hoarsely, lips ghosting over the pulse of your throat. The loose dress Bokuto had purposefully picked out for you to wear for the evening rode up as Hinata settled his thick body between your welcoming knees.

“I’m not,” you pant, “Kōtarō really wanted this.”

A shuddered sigh comes from his chest as he rests his head against your shoulder, just barely kissing the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. You fidget restlessly, trying to pull his still body closer to no avail.

“Wanna know he wants this.” He says eventually. “I trust you, I just…”

“No, no, I get it.” You say a little too abruptly, fishing around for where your phone was tossed onto the counter. With shaky hands you hurried to click it open, immediately going to your messages, scrolling to the most recent chat with Bokuto where he depicted how much he wanted to see you fucked out on his and Hinata’s cocks in vivid detail. You push the phone into his hand. “You can scroll wherever, he mentioned it before that one’s just… yeah.”

“Oh, wow.” He breathes, glancing through a few other messages from earlier in the week. Gently, he sets the phone down beside you before pulling your hips to the edge of the counter. His lips collide with the base of your throat knocking the air right from you.

You wind your fingers up in his hair as he pressed harsh kisses straight down your front, his rough hands pushing the skirt of your dress up even higher, leaving the tops of your thighs completely exposed. He keeps journeying lower until his cheek is flush to the hem of your panties. When his nose presses up against the slowly growing damp patch leaking his shoulders heave as though to hold himself back.

“And he doesn’t want us to wait up…?”

Truthfully, you didn’t know completely. Bokuto had asked to make some kind of subtle move on Hinata in private, he figured it would be less stressful for the both of you, but he hadn’t said how far to go with him, and you weren’t really sure what he was doing in some other part of the house, and Hinata’s fingers were so hot against your skin…

“No, it’s fine.” You pant, desperation evident in your voice. He doesn’t need much more, hand moving to pull the stretchy fabric you had purposefully worn to the side, his wide tongue darting out to lap up the wetness seeping from you.

With an aching whine, you lean into his touch, massaging his head and bringing him closer to you with every burning second that passes. Not that you had expected him to be inexperienced by any means, but you hadn’t expected him to be so good. He was loud, moaning against your cunt as he buried his tongue inside of you, nose tapping against your pleading clit.

The sound of your breathy whimpers and the loud slurping squelches drowned out the steps coming down the hall or the kitchen door swinging open. Bokuto stood there for a moment with a small smile, admiring how pretty you looked like this, even if he wished it were him, but he couldn’t let the moment pass him by.

“Puppy,” he sighed. The first syllable was enough to make Hinata pop off of you and stumble back to turn around, eyes hazy and drunken of the taste of you. Ignoring the hardened look in Bokuto’s eyes, you pouted sweetly, spreading your legs a little more to let him see your soiled panties.

“Kōtar-”

“You’re being greedy, don’t you think, puppy? Going ahead without me like that.” He imitates you with a fake pout, the look never quite meeting his blazing eyes. You can feel what’s coming and make no more attempt to argue. Hinata is taking in the interaction, still halfway in his own daze. “She’s great, huh, Shōyō? Pretty little pussy and she makes the best noises, especially when she’s crying for your cock.”

Hinata swallows hard, absentmindedly palming over his pants where he’s quickly grown half-hard. “Yeah, she’s, yeah no, uh she’s really great. This is still okay?”

Both of you nod quickly, reassuring him, but you remain silent for now, trying to settle before you know what’s to come.

“Totally okay as long as you’re okay.” Bokuto drops the edge in his tone to carefully watch him for a moment, assessing.

“Completely.” He agrees with a dreamy sigh.

Nodding again, Bokuto approaches the two of you. Refusing to meet his eyes you stare just ahead at the door.

“Oh, don’t look so sad, puppy, you know you’ll get what you want in the end anyway.” He jabs as he scoops you over his shoulder and gives you a gentle pat on the back of your thighs. “Let’s at least go to the living room.”

You glance back at Hinata, mouthing a silent whoops, while Bokuto leads him around the corner. Bokuto plops into the corner of the couch, back propped up by the plush arm, and maneuvering your pliable body to sit comfortably in his lap with your back pulled up flush to his chest. You’re gently pushed forward so he can peel the dress off and unclasp your bra. He’s calm for now, at least on the outside, but you can feel his heart pounding through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Don’t need these anymore,” he hums, latching his fingers in the sides of your underwear and motioning for you to lift your hips to let him slide them off. Hooking his elbows under your knees, he pulls your thighs to your chest, high enough so that he can palm your breasts. Quietly whining, you turn your head away so you don’t have to look directly up at Hinata - not that he’d notice your face with the way your cunt was glistening under the low, soft lights of the room. “Shh,” he directs at you before glancing back up at Hinata, “go ahead, but don’t let her cum.”

With a warm grin he gets on his knees between Bokuto’s spread legs. You almost felt too exposed, all power taken from your hands, splayed open like this. Bokuto slots his chin against your shoulder and presses the softest kiss to your cheek in stark contrast to the way his rough hands are kneading and pinching your sensitive breasts.

Hinata eagerly gets back to it, lavishing your cunt with softer licks than before, making your hips shake as they seek out more friction. While your neediness grows so too does Bokuto’s grip on you.

“So pretty,” he coos, eyes glued to where Hinata was firmly pressed against you. Pride bloomed in his chest at the sight of his teammate sloppily eating out his favorite girl so enthusiastically, appreciating you so much as he should.

It’s impossible for him to not get rock hard with the way you’re grinding down into his lap and the crude, wet sounds and groans vibrating from the back of Hinata’s throat.

“Taste so good.” Hinata grumbles, pulling back and forcing his tense hips to stop rutting into the couch cushion. He feels himself making a mess in his pants, hoping that he isn’t leaking through to your nice furniture, but he can’t quite bring himself to stop either. Both Bokuto and you watch the string - you’re not sure whether it’s his spit or your own wetness - that stays connected between your slit and his puffy, glossy lips.

“Good...good job.” Bokuto sighs. You’re not sure if he’s praising you or Hinata, but you don’t have much time to think too hard about it before he releases your legs and wedges his hands under between himself and you to pull his straining cock from his pants. Mind buzzing, still a little hazy from the feeling of Hinata’s tongue, you grab out from him, pulling on the band of his pants. Truthfully, he’s not quite sure what you’re asking for but he does know how tight his balls are and how inviting your cunt looks.

Just as Bokuto is settling his cock between your ass, Hinata’s pants are slipped off, thrown to the ground. He dips his head down to take one of your breasts into his mouth, moaning around you and pressing in close so his tip catches against your clit. At your whiny cry and keening, Bokuto lets out a low, single chuckle. “Don’t let her have your cock, not all the way. You were being so greedy earlier puppy, I don’t think you deserve it yet.”

Hinata keeps his mouth firmly planted on your chest and reaches down to perfectly slip himself between the top of your folds, acutely aware of Bokuto’s heavy head just barely bumping against the base of his own cock. They’re both so thick and heavy as they rabidly hump against you, Bokuto maneuvering your body for you back and forth across both of them. Everything is warm and wet between Hinata’s mouth on your chest and Bokuto’s lips kissing down the side of your neck.

The tease of release that’s been creeping up on you for so long draws closer and closer. Hinata’s cock is catching so exactly on your swollen clit and Bokuto’s tip keeps threatening to slip past your entrance, slick dripping past your thighs.

“Gonna, ahg, cu-cum!” You manage out, hips already bouncing on their own accord against them.

“Go ahead.” Bokuto says with a shaky breath, squeezing you as tight as he could between his body and Hinata’s. One more roll of their hips has you crashing down, pleasure rolling through your body. All you can feel is warmth and overwhelming satisfaction as you twitch between their arms, creaming across their cocks. “Good girl, good girl…” you faintly hear Bokuto coo into your ear as you slump back against him.

The buzzing, quiet moment is quickly squashed as he hoists you out of his lap and onto all fours. He’s talking to Hinata and you know you should be listening, but your pussy is still throbbing and you’re trying to catch your breath.

“...okay, baby?” You catch the very end of his sentence and blink hard, desperate to refocus.

“W-wait, what? Sorry, I just-”

“It’s okay, puppy,” he rubs a soothing hand down your back, slowly bringing you back to reality. “Need a second?”

You shake your head, the last of the fog slipping away. Before you, you see Hinata, his rigid cock slicked up by you only a few inches from your face. “I’m okay now, can you just say that again?”

“‘Course,” he grins, teasing your entrance, “I said I’m going to take your pretty pussy from back here and Shōyō is going to use your mouth. If you want.”

Wiggling your hips back to meet his and craning your neck up to look at Hinata you give a deft nod.

“I do, I want that.” You sigh.

Trembling with excitement, already so riled up from feeling you cum against him, Hinata shuffles the last bit forward. He’s pretty and much thicker than you had imagined. The tight strain of scattered veins and his heavy balls tell you all you need to know about how pent up he obviously is. Reaching out with palms still a bit shaky, you helped to reel him in the rest of the way with welcoming, parted lips.

You wrapped your fingers tightly around where you couldn’t quite reach, sloppily taking more and more of him with each bob of your head. His salty precum meshed with what was leftover of your own mess, the taste making you moan around his length.

Bokuto was trying to move slower now, recognizing that you were easily slipping, but the way you rocked your body back and forth bumping against his sensitive, reddened tip, he couldn’t hold back much more. Digging his fingers into your hip, he eased the motions of your body, lining himself up, resisting from plowing into you at full force.

“Ready?” He asks, nearly whining. At the sound of his voice, you pull off from Hinata, letting your quickly tiring jaw grow slack.

“Uh-huh.” You barely heave out before wrapping your lips around him again. So sure you can take both at once and not falter, you ramp back up to your original pace, slobbering down his cock, the click of your quick motions echoing around your head. Unfortunately for your ego, you’re dead wrong.

Bokuto wastes no time drilling himself into you, setting a bruising pace straight from the beginning. It’s all you can do to loudly moan around Hinata’s cock, still stuffed in your mouth by the slight pistoning of his hips, the way Bokuto is ramming you forward only forcing him deeper down your throat.

As you gag, sputter, and moan down his length, drool dripping onto the already soiled cushions below, Hinata feels the pressure building and building in his core. Electricity tingles down his limbs, aided by the fucked out look in your pretty eyes. He doesn’t even have to move now with the way Bokuto is railing you against him. He wonders if you realize he’s close when you suck a little tight, cheeks hollowing as you take a little more of him, the hand that had been working his base coming down to lightly hold his swollen balls.

You don’t know. At this point, you’re moving on autopilot, simply trying your best. Your brain doesn’t know where to focus - Hinata filling out your mouth or Bokuto as he purposely alternates between hitting against your spongy spot and deep inside of you. It’s all a mess of spit, sweat, and cum, but you don’t think you’ve felt the rush of pleasure that comes with being used so well by more than one person.

Bokuto doesn’t know how much longer he can last. You’re clamping around, cunt fluttering each time his digs in a little deep or Hinata’s cock twitches against your tongue. He can tell by the scrunched up expression on his friend’s face that he can’t last much longer and he doesn’t blame him. Between fucking against your pussy and being wrapped up in your pretty mouth, no one really could. He’s determined to hold out though, a little spark of competition lighting up his chest. When Bokuto’s strokes suddenly slow you groan again, the vibrations dragging a stuttered moan from Hinata’s pretty lips.

“Gonna, hngh, uh gonna cum.” He sputters out, hips quivering as he tries to hold back from fucking too far back into your throat. At that, Bokuto’s hips speed up again, forcing a little whimpered cry, muffled by the cock in your mouth, from you. Still, you force yourself to focus on Hinata, sucking him dry as soon as the first spurt of cum hits the back of your throat.

He cums fast and hard and a lot. It’s seeping out from your lips, making him messier than he already was until he’s pulling his softening length from your mouth and flopping back against the couch, gently rubbing your arm while he catches his breath. With a heavy grin, Bokuto shoves a hand between your shoulder blades, knocking you into Hinata’s lap. Somewhat in vain, you try to clean him off between the pitchy mewls and cries that you breathe out while Bokuto chases his own release.

In no time, he’s there again, his own pressure built up as high as it could just before he burst inside of you. He fucks himself raw, your tight hole sucking him in, his cum only making it easier to slip in and out of you. Knowing he’ll finish when he’s completely spent, you lie limp in Hinata’s lap and he lazily wraps a hand around the back of your neck, soothing the leftover tension. You recognize Bokuto’s nearly done when his cock stops twitching and his hips slot against yours with some finality just before he slumps over you.

Whining when he slips out, even soft his cock is still a tight squeeze, you fall all the way against the couch, legs giving out at last. He falls back against the back, moving your legs to sit on top of his thighs and massaging them with great care. Completely spent and drifting half-asleep you just barely hear him.

“So,” he starts, head lolling toward Hinata who’s still lightly working his fingers against your upper back, “Dinner next week?”

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kaaytea · 4 years ago

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How about being the manager of Inarizaki, Nekoma, Seijoh and Shiratorizawa and how the boys would feel when they finally finally get a manager? :0

New Manager

⤷Includes: Nekoma, Inarizaki, Seijoh, Shiratorizawa

A/n: I haven't written for the HQ boys in a hot minute so I was sUper hyped for this! Thank you for the request, dear 💕

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Nekoma

Nekoma has been manager-less for so long that literally the entire team was dumbfounded when they spotted you chilling next to Nekomata

Like hello??? Who are you and what are you doing in their gym???

There's a good few seconds of silence when Nekomata introduces you

Despite being cats, they greatly resembled their Fukurodani rivals as they blinked back at you with big curious eyes

That is until Yamamoto slumps to his knees and starts tearing up, blabbering on about how they've been blessed with a manager while a quiet Fukunaga pats his back in an almost humouring manner

Yamamoto's out burst is what loosens up the team and they start making their way to introduce themselves to you

The first is Kuroo, who approaches you with a welcoming smirk which was quickly followed by a gentle smile from Kai and a reassuring pat on the back from Yaku

The first years are VERY eager to meet you! Lev and Inouka are bouncing around you spewing out questions to the point where Yaku has to kick them both and send them off to warm up

Sweet Shibayama very nervously bows at you and thanks you for taking care of the team (what a baby 🤧💕)

The entire team absolutely loves you by the end of your first day (yes even the aloof creature that is Kenma, though he'll never admit it)

Nekoma's inner team dynamic is very familial and you're immediately sucked into the little family vibes they got going on

The first years love to be around you! (Specifically Lev bc you're not as mean to him as everyone else)

The first years are always volunteering to help you carry equipment or water bottles

You once caught one of the jokes Fukunaga muttered during practice so now the two of you bounce little puns and jokes off of eachother to see who can get the other to laugh first (he is currently winning. although, you got him to tear up from laughing so hard once which you've been counting as 10 wins)

The third years tend to mother hen you a bit, specifically Yaku and Kuroo

Kuroo made it very clear to you that you're apart of the team even if you don't play on the court, so as captain it's his job to make sure all his players are ok (mentally, physically, socially, you name it! He's always looking out for you and is basically your big brother)

You and Yaku bond over the fact that you're both the unofficial team moms. The two of you are very organized and have a whole ass check list that you BOTH go over at least twice before the team leaves for a game or training camp

Kai is like your calm in the storm that is Nekoma. The two of you have had numerous conversations about anything from books to cafés and he's always willing to lend an ear if you need to rant

Kenma is a fairly distant person but he warms up to you when he notices how caring you are. He even let's you play his DS on the train rides to and from Nekoma

Inarizaki

You're a brave soul if you are willingly becoming the manager of Inarizaki

Kita is actually the one who asked if you wanted to be the teams manager

He saw you cleaning the board in a classroom during lunch break and was impressed by how well of a job you did

It doesn't matter if you said yes out of fear from Kita's blank stare or because you were genuinely interested bc now you're standing in the volleyball gym, clad in Inarizaki's signature maroon tracksuit

The team notices you instantly, particularly a certain blonde Miya

Before Kita even got a chance to introduce you to everyone, Atsumu had wandered over to you with a lazy smile tugging at his lips

Atsumu introduced himself and then started asking what you were doing here

"Are ya lost?" "Ya here to admire me?" "Ya dating one of the players?"

You didn't get a chance to answer his questions as Osamu lovingly threw a Volleyball at Atsumu, cutting off any moment you had to respond

The only problem was that Atsumu noticed the volleyball rOcketing towards him and scrambled out of the way like a startled cat, leaving the ball to hit you instead of its intended target

The silence that hung over the gym was deafening as the younger team members watched Kita and Aran rush over to assist your now bloody nose

Just as quick as it had started, the silence was broken by Atsumu yelling at his brother for hitting a helpless person in the face and the gym quickly descended into madness

Aran held a towel to your nose and gave you a few encouraging pats on the back as the both of you watched Kita chew out the twins (safe to say Kita was hard on them during practice)

Osamu approached you during a water break to apologize and, to the surprise of the entire team, gave you the extra pudding he had as a peace offering

Since that incident Osamu and Atsumu stopped throwing volleyballs at each other's heads (at least when you were around that is)

The team is also surprisingly protective of you

The glares people get at tournaments if they try to flirt with you are terrifying

You become pretty close with Suna as the both of you tend to sit back and watch Atsumu and Osamu fight (you tried to step in once but they literally only respond to Kita so it didn't do much)

Suna also pats you on the head whenever he passes you

(it's something he does to his little sister to show some form of affection/appreciation and now he does it to you for the very same reasons)

This goes with out saying, but the twins love you

Osamu still feels bad about the whole hitting you in the face thing so he always shares any snacks he's got on him with you

Atsumu truly just likes being babied by you

Any ounce of praise or happy smiles directed at him has him acting like a puppy

(does 'Tsumu have a tiny crush on you? Yep he totally does!)

Kita and Aran are absolute sweethearts!! They are both very grateful for all the work you put in and treat you to boba every other week as a thank you :))

Seijoh

It was a new school year and you decided to push yourself out of your comfort zone a bit

What better way to do that then be a manager for a sports team!

Apparently one of your classmates let it slip that you were looking to be a manager for a sports team because you were approached by a very buff and very attractive guy a few days after asking if you'd be interested in helping the volleyball team

You happily agreed to do a trial day that afternoon, to which the player, who you now know as Iwaizumi-san, breathed a sigh of relief and said he'd pick you up after school to take you to the gym

So the school day is over, Iwaizumi meets you outside your classroom and you're off!

As you walk to the gym he fills you in on some of the tasks the manager would have to do

The job didn't sound that terrible so you were a bit confused as to why Iwaizumi was having such a hard time finding a manager

"Let's just say that the applicants were more interested in staring at our captain than the actual job." He had told you

Ok so first unofficial rule....don't stare at the Seijoh volleyball team's captain? A bit odd but who were you to judge, maybe the guy was shy and didn't like attention

Your thoughts were cut off by the crisp slap! Of a ball hitting the floor followed by a few short yells from the players littered across the court

Your attention was then caught by the sensation of someone draping their arm over your shoulders and a tangy apple smell invading your senses

"Oh? I didn't know you were dating someone, Iwa-chan~"

Iwaizumi shoved the brunette off of you and quickly explained that you were just here to test out being the manager for the day

The player's eyes lit up and he turned to you with a bubbly smile, introducing himself as Seijoh's captain, Oikawa Tooru

Ah, Captain.... Now you knew why they were having trouble finding someone who didn't stare

Your first day went fairly smooth, just a few blunders that were quickly forgotten by the team after Oikawa cheerfully told you: "Everyone has to start somewhere, (y/n)-chan!"

After the first week you had to admit that the Aoba Johsai volleyball team were quickly becoming some of your best friends, you all fit together like a dysfunctional family

Makki, Mattsun, and Iwa would always agree/praise you when you joined in one the daily Oikawa roast session

Oikawa (when he wasn't pouting about how "mean" you are to him) was fairly sweet to you

He spent the first month helping you learn the rules about volleyball and explaining the lingo the team often used during plays

Although, he does jokingly flirt with you about 40 thousand times a week so...

Kindaichi is a nervous wreak around you the first few weeks. Eventually his nervous demeanor melts away. Now he goes to you whenever he needs someone to toss the ball up for him so he can practice his spikes

Kunimi likes you simply because you let him get away with napping during water breaks

Kyotani acts like you annoy him but if anyone made you cry or hurt you in some way he would burn the entire gym down in a heartbeat

Did I mention that Seijoh are also very protective of you?

When at tournaments they travel in a small pack with you in the middle to reduce the chances of you getting hit on

Shiratorizawa

Shiratorizawa is a very nice and prestigious school so you thought why not participate in an extracurricular that would be beneficial for, not only your resume, but you yourself as well!

Out of all the clubs you chose volleyball which you're starting to regret a bit since one of your friends informed you that the team is a powerhouse school

Which means you can't make a bad impression or silly mistakes.....at all

That entire philosophy is thrown oUt the window on your second day as the official manager

You somehow managed to trip over your own feet and slam into a cart full of spare balls AND spill the water bottles you were carrying all over yourself

You were hoping that the team, by some miraculous reason, didn't notice but the stifled giggles from a certain red head said otherwise

You would give anything for the ground to just swallow you up and disappear forever

But then you saw a pair of gym shoes standing in front of you and when you looked up you were met with THE Ushijima Wakatoshi, captain and ace of shiratorizawa, offering you help to stand up

You hadn't seen Ushijima be more than a stoic and intimidating guy so you were even more surprised when he gave one of his spare shirts to change into now that you had spilt water on yourself

I guess you could say your little clumsy episode was what broke the ice for you and the team

Tendou loves talking with you

You're an interesting person to him and he finds great pleasure in teasing you (in his own words it's "out of love")

Ushijima ended up not being as intimidating as you originally pegged him to be. Instead, he was just a quiet guy who surprisingly could say some pretty funny things (whether or not he intended it to be funny)

Goshiki just loves you. Period.

You praise him and give him head pats so he couldn't be happier!

Tendou and Shirabu tease him all the time about how he has a case of puppy love for you (which Goshiki aggRessively denies no matter how red his face is)

Semi is someone who is grateful for your assistance with the team and does his very best to get Tendou out of your hair when you're trying to do your manager work. He also shares his headphones with you on long bus rides so you can listen to music together!

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kodzukenscorner · 5 years ago

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Iwaizumi, Osamu, Kageyama, and Akaashi simping for their s/o

anon asked: iwazumi, osamu, kageyama, and akaashi when their team catches them being really sweet/simping for their s/o

a/n: simps 👏 deserve 👏 rights 👏

wc: 1,257

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Iwaizumi

Iwa is not someone who readily shows his emotions to people

Especially not people as annoying as his teammates

But he has a huge soft spot for you, he may not be into PDA but he always made sure to hold your hand whenever you walked together

And when you’re in private he will happily cuddle with you whenever you ask him to

His team knew you two were together, it was no secret

You showed up to their practices from time to time, but your interactions with Iwa were always simple words of affirmation

That is until you came into practice looking down one day

Iwa immediately noticed and went over to you to see what was wrong

You hadn’t done too great on a test and it bothered you the whole day

That’s when Iwa took you into his arms and lightly patted your head, whispering sweet nothings to you

You didn’t even care that you were right in front of his team and just nuzzled your face into his chest, appreciating the sweet gesture

Once you started feeling better you told him he should get back to practice before his coach yells at him

He gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead before he went back over to his team

They were giddy when Iwa finally got back to them because they could not wait to roast him

Who the heck was that? What happened to their aggressive, hotheaded Iwa?

Oikawa started calling him a big softie while Makki and Mattsun were busy teasing him for being so two faced

Truly no idea why they thought it was a good idea to tease him because it just resulted in a volleyball to the back of each of their heads

The rest of the team was smart and also too scared to tease Iwa so they just acted like they saw nothing

At least some people had brains on this team

Osamu

Osamu isn’t shy about his relationship with you, he’s just too lazy to engage in much PDA or gush about you as much as other people

Not that it bothered you, he cared about you and you knew that so you didn’t let it get to you

But one day during practice he just didn’t seem to have the motivation to get anything done

Atsumu was on him about getting serious and if he wasn’t going to actually try he might as well go home

Kita was busy trying to encourage him to put some effort in

Honestly, he was just hungry, but when wasn’t he hungry?

So he texted you asking if you could bring him something to eat because he was losing his focus

This didn’t surprise you but you didn’t have time to make something for him so you picked up some of his favorite takeout and made it in time for their break

Once he saw you with food his face lit up for the first time all day

He jogged over to you, which was odd since he would normally just walk so it was obvious he was excited to see you

You told him you got his favorite from the restaurant you two always go to and he took the plastic bag from your hands

He set it down on the ground and wrapped his arms around your waist giving you a sweet peck on your lips

He thanked you and told you to stay and watch the rest of the practice so he could walk you home afterwards

When he got back to the rest of the team who had begun eating, Atsumu immediately started bothering him again

He teased him for being whipped and how gross you two were together

Suna was busy texting the pictures he took of you two to the group chat where everyone was laughing and teasing Osamu

“You’re so whipped Samu”

“At least someone actually wants to date me Tsumu”

Kageyama

Kageyama is about as emotional as a wooden board

The whole team and everyone around him really had no clue how he managed to get someone to date him

And they especially didn’t know how he acted around you when no one else was around

They had tried so many times to stalk you two on your dates and walks home but all you ever did was talk about your days and at the most hold hands

They were hoping to catch him doing something a little more risque but oh well

Eventually they gave up on ever seeing Kageyama be soft for someone, until one day their prayers were finally answered

He had been practicing a new move with Hinata for days and it just never seemed to work

Until they finally nailed it, they thought it was a fluke until they tried it again and it worked once more

They both were extremely happy about it, well, as happy as Kageyama could possibly get

That is until you showed up to walk home after practice with him and he jumped at how excited he was to see you

He started going on and on about how his new move finally worked and he actually had a genuine smile on his face, instead of his usual forced grimace

“It finally worked babe!”

“I’m so proud of you Tobio!”

Then he swept you up in his arms and kissed you on the cheek

The whole team nearly short circuited

Hinata and Tsukishima teamed up to tease Kageyama

“So you’re not actually a robot?”

“You feel things?”

Suga was nearly crying at his child finally being able to express himself while Noya and Tanaka were complaining about how they wanted to be dating someone too

Akaashi

Akaashi is very lowkey about his relationship with you

Everyone knows you’re dating but the two of you are so normal and calm around each other it’s easy to forget you’re a couple

But Akaashi is a very doting boyfriend, he always makes sure you have a good meal for lunch, holds you hand, walks you home, etc.

It’s just that not everyone notices these little actions he does

His team is constantly asking him if you guys are really dating

Especially Bokuto who thinks the only way to prove you’re actually in a relationship is if you’re loud about it and are over the top with PDA

He always just brushed them off and assured everyone that you two were happy and very much so dating

They continued to inquire and tease him about it but he never let it get to him

One day the whole team decided to get snacks together after practice, Akaashi invited you to come along since you had waited to walk home with him afterwards

It was getting chilly out and the practice had taken longer than you expected so you weren’t properly dressed for the weather

Akaashi, perceptive as always, noticed immediately and quickly removed his track suit jacket and placed it over your shoulders

You smiled up at him, thanking him for the jacket

He kept an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer and placed a kiss on your temple

The whole team was frozen in shock

Bokuto was literally screeching

“AGAASHEEEEEE I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE SO SWEET”

Konoha was nudging him and congratulating him on being a good boyfriend and lending you his jacket

Akaashi had no idea why they were so worked up over something so simple

“Of course I gave up my jacket? I am a good boyfriend after all”

Unbothered king

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shingia · 4 years ago

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DATING SUNA...

in honor of this smexy middle blocker’s birthday, here are MANY hcs about what i think dating suna would be like (as exhaustively as possible) bcs he’s on my mind 25/8 <3

cw : one or two suggestive stuff, mentions of food

— EARLY RELATIONSHIP

• ok so suna would definitely not waste his time dating someone if he wasn’t truly in love

• that’s why it took him a few months to ask you out because 1. he wanted to be sure of his feelings 2. he wanted to be sure of yours 3. he was scared

• he probably acted detached at first, but it was just to compensate for the fact that you had him wrapped around your finger since day 1

• he probably didn’t officially tell his friends that you were dating and just casually kissed you before for his class (lowkey enjoyed leaving without a word while everyone else was freaking out)

• nicknames came after a few weeks, when he ‘accidentally’ called you babe after asking for a kiss. yeah he is that smooth

• because it took him so many months to ask you out, you already knew each other pretty well so he felt comfortable around you very quickly

• and he tried his best to make you feel the same if you were a bit more nervous

• honestly he couldn’t wait for you two to become closer over time <3 he's a sucker for the boyfriend/bestfriend dynamic

— LOVE LANGUAGE

->| QUALITY TIME

• he cherishes every single moment you spend together, even if it’s just for a few minutes between classes

• sure, there are times where you two just hang out at his place or yours, scrolling on your phones and enjoying each other’s company. but tell him once that you want to talk to him about something and you’ll have his undivided attention

• and lemme just kdjqdhvjdmsjvh real quick : eye contact. that’s how you know he’s listening, and he always leans in just enough for you to know that he’s paying attention. no phone in sight, just you.

• he doesn’t need to take you out on fancy dates for it to be called quality time, because he values impromptu face-to-face late night conversations much more than a dinner at the restaurant.

— DATES

• your first date was one of the only dates you spent outside, it was nothing extravagant you just went for coffee after school and ended up walking through the city, holding hands for the first time

• once you guys started officially dating, you realized that at-home dates were actually more your thing. but there needs to be a difference with the rest of the time you spend at home, so you always have one or two things planned like :

• cook together an elaborate meal for once, actually put an effort in the choice of the movie/tv show you’re gonna watch (and not end up watching rick and morty for the 23rd time this week), try the most questionable face masks recipes - he loves them and doesn’t even deny it

• but i feel like you guys might go out for your anniversaries, and it’s a great opportunity for him to take really nice pictures of you and update his phone’s lockscreen (he’s a huge simp)

• your dates often take place in the evening because he loves to see your face illuminated by the city lights, and he likes to know that you might get cold because he can be smooth af and give you his jacket (most of the pictures are taken when you’re wearing it)

• i think official and ‘elaborated’ dates with suna maybe occur every two weeks because he wants them to be special and likes to look forward to them

— CUDDLES

• he gets a kick out of kissing your whole face except your lips, but really he’s just waiting for you to get frustrated and kiss him yourself

• however, if you ever don’t play along he’ll stop like “wtf you’re not supposed to do nothing”

• he’ll give you lazy and passive cuddles where you just lay on top of him, hugging him while he watches something on tv or on his phone, BUT

• if he ever wraps a blanket around you then real cuddles begin. i’m talking scalp massages, back strokes, kisses, playing with your hands...

• i just know his kisses are aphrodisiac, there’s something about the way he holds your head still with his hands that’s just UGHHH

• you could be sharing a perfectly peaceful moment together and he’ll suddenly get bored and feel an urge to tickle your sides, squish your cheeks or randomly blow in your face/ear

• but god forbid you ever do that to him, he will crush you with all his weight until you can’t move

• he also uses your hand to scratch his back because he can’t do it without writhing like a cat, not that you’d complain about seeing that one day

• you two always end up dozing and losing track of time. “we stayed like that for NINETY MINUTES?” (he’d have to find an excuse for being late at practice, because there’s no way in hell he will tell the truth in front of the twins)

• it’s very likely that you guys wake up still cuddling after nine hours of sleep. i mean it’s canon that he has a good shoulder mobility so he can keep holding you even if you’ve moved in your sleep

• his biggest struggle is morning cuddles because it’s really hard for him to get out of bed and go on with his day when he’s so comfortable in bed with you

— PDA

• i think he’d adapt to your needs, he doesn’t really mind pda

• if he ever pulls you in for a hug in public, it won’t always be a soft and sweet hug, no. sometimes it might look like a literal headlock, but he’ll give you a quick peck on the head to make up for it

• in fact the only times his hugs are sweet and lovey in public are after his matches

• if atsumu ever makes fun of him for ‘being a softie’, he’ll do the exact opposite of what’s expected of him : and by that i mean ruthlessly tongue-kiss you until tsumu begs him to stop

• he uses hugs as a way to talk shit to you about someone without them realizing it

• he doesn’t necessarily hold your hand all the time but he has affectionate gestures like giving you little pats on the head or wiping dirt off of your clothes

• pokes your cheek for no reason, and that’s daily

• he’s also a fricken tease and doesn’t have any problem with gripping your thigh when you’re sat at a table :)

— COUPLE DYNAMIC

• he tries so hard to act like you’re the clingy one but everyone knows it’s a lie

• he probably has a private story called ‘being held against my will’ where it’s just him roasting you on a daily basis

• which is a great contrast with all the albums full of pictures of you in his camera roll. like i said, he’s a MAJOR SIMP

• you also have a private story called ‘exposing the truth’ and it’s filled with stolen clichés of him being a needy and whiny little bïtch (sorry i got carried away) : it’s the twins’ main source of blackmail

• i said before that suna’s a sucker for the boyfriend/bestfriend dynamic. yeah well you guys definitely have it - you can spend entire afternoons together without once acting like a couple

• he’d give you a kidney if you ever needed one, but steal one of his fries and he’ll flip your chair over without thinking twice

• you both think that your failed attempts at being romantic are hilarious. one time he tried to kiss you under the rain but you were so cold that you couldn’t stop your teeth from chattering and yeah it was just terrible

• the efforts you put in to embarrass each other are remarkable. you once kissed him in a supermarket and he just pulled away, yelling “MOM AND DAD SAID NOT IN PUBLIC !”

— RANDOM HCS THAT GIVE ME LIFE

• remember when i said you guys would do face masks together ? yeah well suna doesn’t own any headband which means that you have to tie his hair up in two pigtails at the front (it’s too short for one ponytail or a bun hehe)

• he has a silent laugh, the kind of laugh where he just wheezes while slapping his thighs, and he has to make a conscious effort to catch his breath

• he tugs on your sleeve whenever he wants to show you something <3

• in winter he writes messages on the frost of your car’s windows. nothing cheesy, probably something along the lines of “nice ass”

• he thinks it’s hilarious that your contact name in his phone is your full name, no emojis, nothing. he even put caps at the beginning

• he sends you 30 tiktoks per day and expects you to answer to all of them

• he makes you playlists for the dumbest things. one of them is called ‘dentist appointment vibes’

• he likes to see you wear many layers of clothing in winter because he takes great pride in being the only one to know what’s hiding under them *wink*

• when he’s driving, he often tries to be smooth and stare at you lovingly when he’s at a red light, but he always misses the moment when it turns green and the other drivers start to furiously honk at him (another failed attempt at being romantic)

• i’m gonna be honest w/ you : he’s probably effortlessly seggsy when he drives

in conclusion : you might not be the most romantic couple, but your vibes are 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 because you’re both so madly in love with each other

pspsps: here’s a link to my suna playlist that fuels my mind with thousands of scenarios

#did i just describe my ideal relationship? yessir 🙃#haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna headcanons #suna fluff #suna rintaro headcanons #suna x you #suna rintarou x reader

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oilivia · 4 years ago

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dating the Haikyuu boys as.. zodiac sign stereotypes

a/n: it seems this year i’m all for trying new things and making weird banners. i’m honestly not sure if anyone else did it before, i tried looking it up but i haven’t seen any posts.

this is pure fluff and a bit of crack, headcanons of some of the Haikyuu boys as their respective zodiac sign based solely on my experience with said signs and their personalities.

don’t take this too seriously please! but if you want to come for my head, my asks are open.

Characters: Yuuji Terushima, Satori Tendou, Koushi Sugawara, Tooru Oikawa, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Koutarou Bokuto, Atsumu Miya, Tetsurou Kuroo, Keiji Akaashi, Tobio Kageyama, Rintarou Suna, Kiyoomi Sakusa

CW: fluff, some crack, mentions of kissing and sex (but nothing explicit), PDA, sun sign stereotypes, my own interpretation

Wording: 1.3k

♡ Aries - Yuuji Terushima

spontaneous dates. 3 am “u up?” calls. play fighting. running naked on the beach at midnight.

“Be ready in 10, we’re going on a picnic.” You take a look at the clock, Saturday, 2:14am. He’s there in 7 minutes, not 10, grinning as he watches you sneak out of the house. “I brought pancakes” he announces as he takes your hand and pulls you into a kiss. An hour and a short climb later, you’re lying in the grass at the top of a hill, watching the way the stars dance above your heads.

♡ Taurus - Satori Tendou

leaving you the last bite. netflix & chill. massages. sleeping in on the weekend. fine chocolate and good wine.

The delicious smell of your favorite food fills your nostrils. The room is dark aside from the candlelight, an open bottle of wine resting on the table. “I thought I’d do something special for you, I know you had a long week.” You giggle - any excuse for Tendou to treat you like a princess. Was that a chocolate cake on the counter? You hummed with appreciation when you felt his lips place a sweet kiss on your cheek.

♡ Gemini - Koushi Sugawara

driving around town. making out for hours. late night chats. singing at the top of your lungs. sexting

“Can I open the window?” you ask with an innocent smile. He chuckles “Can I stop you?” You roll it down, your head poking out. The cold air of the night hits your face as you sing at the top of your lungs. Your eyes are fixed on Suga’s, ear to ear grin on your faces. You mess up the lyrics, throwing you both into a fit of laughter. “You’re so pretty” he says as he ruffles your hair when you get back in your seat.

♡ Cancer - Tooru Oikawa

stargazing. breakfast in bed. saying “i love you” too soon. taking care of you when you’re sick. cupping your cheeks as he kisses your nose.

“What’s so amusing?” you question, raising an eyebrow. “You just look so cute when you’re angry.” You scoff, turning your head to hide your smile. It was just like him to say something stupid and then tease you when you got angry. He knew you couldn’t stay mad at him, not when he made that pouty face “Buy me another ice-cream if you want me to forgive you for dropping this one, Tooru.” “Anything for you, sweetness!”

♡ Leo - Wakatoshi Ushijima

fancy restaurant dates. surprise gifts. compliments. weekend trips. taking pictures to remember your smile.

“What are you hiding?” you smirk, your hands reaching for the small box Ushijima holds behind his back. Your eyes widen when you open it “How did you know?” “I noticed you looking at it when we went out. Let me see how it looks on you.” He takes the necklace, fingers gently brushing against your soft skin as he clasps the necklace around your neck. “You look perfect,” he states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

♡ Virgo - Koutarou Bokuto

laughing until you cry. good morning kisses. cooking together. picking you up and throwing you on his shoulder.

You let out a startled cry when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and lift you up “Gotcha!” he laughs in your ear as he holds you tight, even as you struggle to escape “Kou, put me down” you demand, your tone amused - you were used to his antics. “Only if you give me a kiss first, I haven’t seen you in forever” he pleads as he turns you around “If by forever you mean this morning.” He bends down, eyes to your level, as he waits for you to close the gap and kiss him.

♡ Libra - Atsumu Miya

flirting and teasing. making out in the club. playful pranks. dancing in the living room.

Not even the nights when you wouldn’t go out were boring, not with Atsumu. You sit on the couch as he watches a volleyball game, your eyes glued to a book. He changes the channel and hears your favorite song play. He grabs your hand “Dance with me,” he’s smiling, a wicked glint in his eyes. Could you refuse? You get up, your feet carrying you across the living room floor as you dance. Soft kisses find your lips whenever you giggle.

♡ Scorpio - Tetsurou Kuroo

passionate kisses. falling in love with your eyes. finishing each other’s sentences. fight and makeup. watching the sunset.

“Move faster, old man, we only have 15 minutes left till the sun sets” you tease with a grin. He sighs audibly, feigning an exasperated look “Carry this old man to the top if you’re so enthusiastic!” “I’ll leave you here then, Tetsu-” you squint your eyes before you start trekking again. He’ll catch up eventually, he couldn’t be that tired. “Hmm, if that’s how you want to play” you hear him snicker “Last one to the top carries the backpacks!” he exclaims as he starts running, almost passing you before you join in.

♡ Sagittarius - Keiji Akaashi

playing devil’s advocate. forehead kisses. talking about the universe. dancing in the rain. exploring each other’s hobbies.

Your fingers brush as you reach for the same book. “Please, go ahead” Akaashi says, soft smile dancing on his lips. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly” you reply in an excessively polite tone. You gasp, feigning outrage when you see him take the book from the shelf. “It’s for you, miss” he hands you the volume as he plants a kiss on your forehead, only to pull it away from your grasp with a chuckle. “But I think you can wait a bit more, let me buy it for you, love” he takes your hand, heading for the front of the bookstore. Leave it to Akaashi to make you fall for him all over again.

♡ Capricorn - Tobio Kageyama

power couple. expensive gifts. dark humor. overseas trips. playing with your hair. inner wrist kisses

“You look breathtaking!” Kageyama compliments you when he sees you dressed for the party. “I will need to keep an eye on you, don’t want anyone to steal you away.” “As if anyone could,” you smile when you see him drink in your image, his eyes scanning you head to toe. “But we should get going, unless you want us to be late” “Let them wait, I want to admire my princess”. You feel your skin getting hotter at his words. Maybe you could be late this one time.

♡ Aquarius - Rintarou Suna

blasting music. buying snacks in the middle of the night. foreign movies. aesthetic pictures. witty comebacks.

You stopped running, hand on your stomach as you laughed, struggling to catch your breath. “Rin, wait” you shout, prompting Suna to turn back and look at you. “What? Can you still run? The store will close in like 4 minutes. Want me to go ahead?” You start laughing harder at his confused expression, watching his brows furrow deeper. “I forgot the store’s open 24/7 now, they changed it last week.” “Are you trying to tell me we sprinted for no reason?” “Bonding experience?” He starts chuckling as well, pulling you into a kiss “Bonding experience.”

♡ Pisces - Kiyoomi Sakusa

roasting each other. falling in love at first sight. neck kisses. midnight strolls. showering together. doing your skincare together.

You feel your body shift and you open your eyes, only to realize Sakusa is carrying you. “You fell asleep on the couch, I’m taking you to bed,” he whispers as if afraid he’d shake the sleepiness from your eyes. “But I haven’t taken off my make-up, Omi” you mutter as you wrap your arms around his neck lovingly. “I’ll take it off for you after I tuck you in, I know how you do it,” he presses a kiss on your forehead as you nuzzle your head against his neck. “I love you so much, Omi” “I love you too”

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hold-my-hand-kuroo · 5 years ago

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hugs + inarizaki

headcanons for the miya twins, ojiro, kita, and suna

a peace offering because i absolutely will not be active for this week and the next uwu ❤️

miya atsumu

Being playful and teasing, Atsumu loves giving you surprise hugs. Whether if it’s behind the back tackles or just picking you up and swinging you around like it’s nothing, nothing gives this man more joy than making you yelp and squeal.

Hugs with Atsumu are lively and almost never a quiet and boring time. Whenever he comes home from a work-out or practice sweating bullets, he’ll find you and scoop you into his arms all while you’re squealing and protesting. He secretly uses this as an excuse to get you in the bath with him after.

“You’re getting your sweat all over me-”

“I guess we both have to shower now. Damn, that sucks.”

On the weekends when Atsumu can sleep in, he likes to keep you in bed with him for a painfully long time. He knows you’re awake, and so is he, but nothing makes him happier than clinging onto your middle as you’re squirming to go to the bathroom.

Sometimes when he notices that you’ve had a bad day, his hands will wander to your sides mid-hug, and he’ll tickle you until your giggles fill the room.

He’ll never end the day without a proper cuddle, though. He likes having you in his arms while he’s watching plays or a TV show with you resting your head on his shoulder or chest. Once in a while, he’ll lean down to give you a few kisses on the cheek, but the moment you return the favor, he’s instantly distracted and turns whatever he’s watching off.

miya osamu

He’ll never express it to you directly, but Osamu’s heart flutters every time you hug him from the back while he’s cooking, especially during slow mornings where neither of you are in a rush to go anywhere. Just slip your arms around his waist while he’s scrambling eggs, and you’ve won his entire being over.

He finds it endearing if you don’t let go as he moves around the kitchen, just waddling behind him and trying to follow. Oftentimes, he’ll feel playful about this and tries to move around quickly to see if you can keep up. His soft chuckle gives him away though.

This works in reverse too if you happen to be the one that’s cooking. He’ll rest his chin on your shoulder to peek at what you’re doing. Humor him by acting confused, so that he’ll reach over and help you. He knows you’re joking, but he’s still more than eager to cook with you, since it’s really the best of two worlds for him.

Unlike his brother, his hugs are very much calm and relaxed. He’s the type to hug just for the sake of hugging and for physical contact rather than teasing you for the most part. When the two of you are in bed together, he likes wrapping his arms around your waist with your back pressed into his chest. There’s something about smelling your hair that’s so calm to him. Plus, it’s easier to whisper into your ear like that.

He knows it’s unhealthy, but Osamu lives for midnight snack sessions with you. There’s something so therapeutic about you feeding him chips in his lap with his arms tightly around your waist. If he he’s having a bad day, this is a sure-fire way to cheer him up.

ojiro aran

Aran’s the type who sees hugs as a type of liberation, but even though he likes giving and receiving them a lot, he’ll always ask for permission first. No matter how long the two of you have been together, he needs the affirmation that you’re comfortable with him touching you before doing anything at all.

He’s also scared that he might come off as too clingy when he’s hugging you for a while, but if you continue stay in his arms even after his grip has loosened, it makes him feel so warm and appreciative of your affection.

He’s not the type of person to enjoy messing around given his exasperation whenever either of the Miya twins open their mouths, so cuddling time is soft and peaceful. He’ll ask you about your day always before talking about his own, but he’s not against complete silence either. He likes listening to you breathe, and if you end up falling asleep, he’s over the moon. Seeing that you can become comfortable and relaxed around him to the point of just dozing off is literally his favorite sight.

Despite enjoying peaceful moments, he’s not entirely opposed to banter, especially if you incorporate things you’ve memorized about him into it. For example, if you end up teasing him about how his favorite food is Ritz Crackers, he’s not focused on your teasing but rather the fact that you bothered to remember his favorite food.

He’s a little bit of a hoarder too, so cuddling sessions are warm and comfy. He has a multitude of blankets and pillows in his home that he should’ve tossed out ages ago, but if you happen to like them, he’ll wash them properly and put them to proper use. He’s comfortable whenever you’re around, but he wants to guarantee that you feel the same way too.

kita shinsuke

Kita is a man of habit and routine; therefore, he’s up at dawn right when the sun rises and back home from work when the sun sets completely. During both these times, he also has a few minutes scheduled in for a ‘good bye’ hug and kiss and a ‘welcome home’ hug and kiss from you. His day doesn’t start until he gets to wrap his arms around you for a brief moment, and his day of work never feels like it has ended until you greet him at the door with your arms open. It’s like clockwork.

He’s always very busy, even during the weekends, but he always keeps a close eye on you to see how you’re holding up. Like Aran, he always asks for permission before hugging you, and during the rare instances where he does have some free time, he likes to indulge a little bit longer in your embrace.

Kita’s ideal type of date night is cooking a hearty meal with you and then having you sit in his arms outside while enjoying the brisk night air. He likes it when you run your fingers through his hair, but he even likes it more when you let him press soft kisses all over your hand and face. He says he does only does what he has to do, but for you, he’s willing to go the extra miles to keep you happy. He’s very much an overachiever when it comes to your affections and you.

He’s not really sure why he finds your hugs and hugging you so addictive. Sometimes, under the blazing heat of the sun, he thinks about how it’d be so much better if the two of you were in each other’s arms inside the house even though he’s sweating bullets, and he finds the idea ridiculously amusing. He thinks it might be because of the hugs his grandma gave him as a child and how he always felt safe and content in her arms. He wants to give you the very best, and in his mind, a safe haven where you can smile and relax completely is the best he can offer.

suna rintarou

Like Atsumu, Rintarou’s very much a tease, but he’s sly and more consistent about it. Rather than being energetic about it, Suna’s all about lazy hugs. Whenever it’s late at night, he’ll casually pull you into his arms and bury his head into your neck, and if he isn’t too tired, he’ll breathe the lightest breaths against your ear just to tickle you.

He enjoys doing the smallest things just to fluster you, so if you feel his hands start to wander very, very slowly, it’s probably him waiting for a reaction from you. He’ll stop and sigh if you don’t give him a reaction, and he’ll probably pout in your arms for a while before thinking of some other way to provoke you.

His signature hug is lazily putting his arms over your shoulders or around your middle with his head resting on the top of your head or on your shoulders. He does this honestly whenever, especially when the two of you are home, and you’re just walking around.

He never expresses it verbally, but this is his way of expressing that he’s feeling a little needy, neglected, or touch-starved. Doing it once or twice briefly is just him trying to make doing laundry a harder time for you, but if he continues to let you drag him around the house, take a quick break to give him kisses. He’ll act as if he never asked for them, but he just likes being spoiled.

That doesn’t mean that he never gives though! He’s a man who empathizes with those who feel exhausted after being annoyed by others, so if you come home all gloomy and depressed, he’ll have you lie down with him either on the couch or on the bed with on arm stroking your head and the other rubbing circles on your back. He’ll proceed to let you vent and will roast whoever gave you a hard time into oblivion.

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cherryonigiri · 4 years ago

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bokuto koutarou - clair de lune

a/n: I was listening to clair de lune (debussy) while writing this entire drabble. it’s 3 AM so this is highly unedited.

[9:43 PM]

“Kou.” You poke your boyfriend’s shoulder. He’s graciously allowed you to borrow steal his couch for the night. You’d been camping out in his living room ever since you arrived. While he’d been able to convince you to take a study break and eat dinner with him, the long list of to-do’s in your notebook had quickly drawn you back towards your spot on the sectional.

But right now, one of your readings is giving you a complete headache, and you have half the mind to just give up and hope you don’t look like a fool in discussion tomorrow. As the words on your screen blur together, you decide it’s time for a brief, but well-earned, distraction.

“Kou?” You poke him again. When the wing-spiker had realized that you would be occupied for a good amount of the evening, he’d taken it stride, pressing an encouraging kiss on your forehead before settling on the ground next to you. Plugging his headphones in, he decided it would be a good time to catch up on the recon Coach had asked the team to do. While you’d typed away behind him, he’d caught up on watching matches from the teams they were lined up to play in season (how are Ushijima’s spikes still so damn scary?).

“Kouuuuu,” you whine, flopping onto the couch and burying your face in his shoulder. Honestly, he had thought the poking sensation on his shoulder was just you fidgeting on the couch.

“Yes?” he responds, chuckling when all you respond with is a groan into the crook of his neck. Bokuto’s calloused hands comb through your hair, before making their way to your neck. He presses down the the tense muscles, trying to ease the neck pain he knows you have (you’ve been hunched over staring at your laptop screen for far too long).

Suddenly you sit up. “Lap,” you demand, insistently patting the couch cushion beside you. Smiling, your boyfriend quickly rises and gets himself comfortable, and gently eases you head onto his thighs after softly caressing your cheek. Satisfied, you nuzzle into his warmth, propping your computer on the couch cushion so you can continue to read, albeit much more comfortably than before.

While you continue to work on your assignments, Bokuto distracts himself by scrolling through social media. He can’t help but smile at Hinata and Kageyama’s latest twitter feud (something about a supply closet during high school), and lets out a small laugh when he sees that Sakusa and Atsumu are once again roasting the shit out of each other on Instagram live. Out of habit, he start carding his fingers through you hair.

The feeling of Bokuto playing with your hair is soothing, and it’s not long before your eyelids start drooping. Valiantly you try to continue reading, but eventually give-in and close your eyes, basking in the softness of his touch.

[10:05 PM]

It’s the sound of your soft snores that makes Bokuto realize you’ve fallen asleep. Your laptop is still propped up on the couch cushion, and he immediately closes it so the harsh blue light won’t disturb your slumber. Placing your laptop on the coffee table, he does his best to organize and stack your materials next to the computer without jostling your head. Thankfully, it seems that the exhaustion from this week has pulled you into a deep slumber, and you remain steadfastly asleep despite his movement.

Knowing that your back probably can’t take a night on the couch, he gently wraps his arms underneath your legs, easily carrying you to his bedroom, taking care to make sure your unsuspecting limbs don’t bump into any furniture. It’s only when he sets you down on the soft sheets that you awaken, bleary eyes squinting at his face. “Kou?” you rasp, voice hoarse from sleep. “What time..?”

“It’s a little after ten,” he murmurs, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a shirt from his dresser. “Do you want to change into something more comfy?”

Too tired to even think about your unfinished assignments, you nod, stretching out your arms towards your boyfriend. He can’t help but laugh at how adorable your actions are, and obliges your request, gently helping you shuck off your outfit and change into his clothing. Tugging at your hand, he pulls you to the bathroom. He quickly squeezes some toothpaste onto the toothbrush he keeps for you and passes it to you. Slowly, you brush your teeth, while your head occasionally droops down from sleepiness.

Once you’re done cleaning up, Bokuto ushers you back to bed, tucking you under the covers. He chucks his shirt at the laundry bin in the corner (he’ll pick it up tomorrow morning) before joining you in bed. The mattress dips as he moves to hug you from behind, arms wrapped around your waist and warm chest pressed to your back.

“Night, Kou,” you mumble, already close to falling asleep once more.

Bokuto presses a tender kiss on the back of you neck. “Night, baby,” he whispers, before allowing the sound of your soft breathes to lull him to sleep as well.

Bonus: [8:45 AM]

The next morning, Bokuto wakes you up before he goes on his morning run. He know you were stressed about finishing your readings, and it wouldn’t be the first time you would be skimming through articles while sipping coffee in the kitchen. By the time he comes back, you’ve finished your school work and have moved on to cooking him a simple breakfast. The two of you enjoy each other’s company over some steamed rice, grilled fish and miso soup before you have to attend your online class.

It’s a little chillier than you expected, so you don one of Bokuto’s old hoodies in preparation to attend virtual class. Even with the sleeves rolled up, you your hands are still engulfed by the soft fabric. Eventually, you end up on the couch, legs wrapped in a throw blanket stolen from the bedroom. This time, you’re sitting cross-legged, laptop on the armrest, while Bokuto (out of sight of your camera) rests his head in your lap, savoring the gentle sensation of your fingers twisting and playing with his silver hair.

@megumidulce @come-on-shitty-boys hello i did something and now i present to you soft bokuto

not @ me projecting my existential dread for my 8:30 AM class tmrw/today (lol it’s 3 AM). everyday i wake up and choose less (not no) sleep

#bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu

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sunaswife · 4 years ago

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Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

note from denise: hi hii 🥺 I’m so happy and i love this chapter even though it’s all over the place so I’m sorry plz forgive me 🙇‍♀️

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

Previously Up Next Masterlist

Chapter eight

You heard Hana and Jamie bickering in the living room as you took the burnt part off of the bell peppers you roasted. You were looking out the window in front of the sink every once in a while to check up on the kids. They were having fun playing with their father and uncles. You’ve never seen them smile brighter.

You were happy that they finally had their father, Tobio was a good figure but obviously not their real father. Earlier Rin gave his first scolding to your son for shoving Akira and he also told Akira that calling people idiot wasn’t nice. You couldn’t help but snicker behind your cardigan since he was obviously nervous and a bit awkward but it all worked out in the end. The twins and your best friends were peering through the door at the scene and they were in awe.

It just looked so natural. You, Rin and the kids. All that’s missing is a pet dog or cat. Jamie thought if you and Rin really try then you both could fall in love again and be a nice family all together. She grew up with divorced parents so she knew how tough it could be. She doesn’t want to hear you and Rin fighting in the future about upcoming holidays. Or maybe eventually having to separate the twins.

“Hana do you think you could ask the guys if they want to stay for dinner?” You said from the kitchen. “Oka-“ “No y/n, I think you should do it.” Jamie popped in. “Huh? I’m literally cooking.” You said as you reached into the bag of roasted peppers. Your fingers were stuck onto the black crisps. “You’re trying to avoid them.” She squinted and you rolled your eyes. “No I’m not.” You defended yourself. “Yes you are.” She deadpanned. “You never say no to setting for your kids. Even if you’re busy you tell them to give you five or ten minutes but when Rini asked you straight up said no since you needed to cook. I think that stung him a bit. He probably wanted to show off his skills to his dad.” She said and you frowned slightly. “I mean it’s fine, she’s probably uncomfortable which makes sense. The worst people in the world are just chilling in her house. It makes sense that she’s on edge.” The familiar voice said and you turned to see Atsumu leaning against the breakfast bar between your kitchen and living room. You didn’t want to say he’s right..but I mean..he’s right.

“...would you like to stay for dinner?” You asked awkwardly as Jaime sighed and walked away. “Mmm depends, what are you making?” He teased to try to help you ease up. “Food, either take it or leave it.” You said plainly as you flipped the pepper on the stove. “I miss your cooking so I think I’ll stay. Let me call Osamu so he can help.” He said and you immediately protested. “No it’s fine, you guys are the guests. I’ll feel bad.” You said and he chuckled. “Y/N-Chan..” he started, “Osamu owns his own restaurant, all he does is eat, cook, and work out. He would want nothing more than to help you cook. It’s in his DNA.” He said and you rolled your eyes. “Fine ask Rin if he wants to stay too.” You said. “Oh he’ll want to stay, plus we all carpooled together.” He said and you nodded and he left.

“Yo, we gotta go.” Jamie said from the doorway. “Did you say bye to the kids?” You asked and she nodded. “Sorry Y/N, we have a doctors appointment.” Jamie frowned slightly. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll call you later.” You smiled and she nodded sadly. After a quick goodbye hug they were out the door and Osamu was waiting in the kitchen to help you cook.

“Alright boss, let’s get started.” He said as he washed his hands and you chuckled.

Dinner went good, the kids mainly talked and were the stars of the show. After dinner they wanted to show their uncles and dad their Minecraft worlds on their tablets, courtesy of Tobio.

Suna offered to help clean up but you insisted it was fine and to spend as much time with the kids and he reluctantly agreed and you were left alone.

Your phone buzz after you sat on the breakfast bar to enjoy yet another cup of tea and you almost spilled it when you saw who was calling. “Holy shit, holy shit.” You muttered and the guys immediately turned to you from their spots on the couch. “I’m going to take this phone call I’ll be right back.” You said leaving Rin in charge and you answered while you made your way down the hall.

“Hello?” “Hi is this Y/N? This is Natsuo, the songwriter and director for the soundtrack for Kimetsu No Yaiba. From my understanding you are voicing Nezuko and Shinobu, correct?” “That is correct, sir.” You replied, “Well I stumbled across your portfolio and resume and I phone called your old vocal coach and he said some things about you.” He said. “Well I hope they’re all good.” You chuckled nervously.

“Yes they’re more than good actually and I wanted to offer you the opportunity of singing the opening for the anime, if not then maybe the outro. Would you be interested? Of course you’d have to come to the studio and sing for us and we’ll decide but I wanted to ask first since I know you also work as a volleyball commentator as well.” He said and you gasped.

“Yes sir of course, I would be honored...” you said happily. “Great! I see that you come in the studio on Monday for the read through of the script. Can you come earlier to audition?” He asked and you agreed and set up a time.

Normally any other person would want to audition after but if it’s singing, you can’t eat or drink sweet stuff before because it messes up your throat and you can accidentally burp and embarrass yourself. So you’d rather do the singing audition before and eat whatever is at the snack bar during the read through.

When you hung up the phone you squealed and did a little happy dance. You quickly took a deep breath and you made your way out of your office back to the living room. “Um...where are the twins? The Miya’s I mean.” You asked when you saw that only Suna was chilling with a kid on each side of him. “Osamu needed to check up on his shop and Atsumu had to go to the gym. I decided to stay behind because I didn’t know how long you would take.” He replied.

“But didn’t you all carpool?” You asked and he nodded. “I can Uber. Don’t worry.” He said and you nodded and sat next to Rini. “Kids guess what.” You said happily and they both looked up from their tablets. “I go to the studio on monday—“ “THE STUDIO CAN WE GO?!” They immediately asked with bright eyes. “Uh—I don’t know guys, I’m working and Jamie has work too i don’t know if someone can watch you guys at the studio.” You said. “What time and I’ll go. I can keep them entertained.” Suna spoke up.

“I’m gonna be there for a few hours..I’ll have a read through of the script and a song audition before that..” you told him. “Wait what do you do anyways?” He asked curiously and the kids gasped. “You don’t know what mommy does for a living?! She’s the coolest mom in the world.” Rini exclaimed with extended arms to emphasize the world. “Listen to the voice of the narrator.“ Akira said and shoved the tablet in his hands. It was Peppa pig. Honestly they couldn’t find a cooler role you played in? Even the side characters were fine, but Akira had to choose peppa pig.

Rin listened to peppa as she scolded her little brother Georgie. And finally he heard your voice narrate what happened and his eyes widened. “No way, you’re a voice actor?” He asked and you nodded. “Wow imagine that. You were always so shy and now your voice is heard by millions across the world.” He teased and your face tinted.

“Well when you put it like that it freaks me out!” You snatched the tablet from his hands and the kids looked at each other with raised brows. “I’m only kidding. But it’s pretty amazing that you do that. Any big roles you’re playing soon?” He asked. “I may or may not be acting in Kimetsu No Yaiba.” You said which was a manga series you both were obsessed with when you were together. “Say sike right now.” He gasped and you gave him that I’m serious face.

“Congrats Y/N. That’s freaking amazing. May i ask who you’re voicing?” He asked and you shook your head. “That’s a secret.” You said and he sighed. “Man got my hopes up for nothing.” He muttered causing your kids to giggle.

“Momma we invited dad to the field trip tomorrow he said yes.” Akira spoke up and your eyes widened. “Wait what—“ “I didn’t necessarily say yes. I wanted to make sure it was cool with you, first. They told me that they were homeschooled and you take them to different places for field trips all the time.” He tried to correct Akira and you nodded.

“Well...I mean..if you want to go then it’s fine. We’re going to an aquarium.” You said and the kids gave him puppy dog eyes. “Alright I’ll go then. It’ll be fun and you guys can show me what you’ve learned.” He smiled softly and the kids cheered. Is this really a good idea? You don’t know. But if your kids are happy, then you’re happy.

“Rin It’s getting late they have bath time and then they need to sleep.” You told him as the kids ran up and down the hall racing with Rini’s toy cars. “Alright then I’ll leave.” “I’m not kicking you out of anything-“ “No it’s fine I get it. I’ve intruded in your territory long enough.” He chuckled and you nodded. “Children of the corn! I’m leaving.” He called and immediately the kids emerged from the hallway and began whining and protesting. “You need to take a bath then go to bed. It’s late. I’m seeing you tomorrow anyways.” He knelt down on his knee to be of eye level with the kids.

“But we don’t want you to leave. I won’t sleep if you don’t read me a story.” Rini pouted and Akira nodded and you both sighed. “Fine, I’ll read you a bed time story and you will go sleep.” He told them and they nodded.

You rounded up the kids for a bubble bath and Rin was sitting on the counter as you explained what kind of kids soap you use and such. But he was mostly watching the kids play with the bubbles. “Hey Akira do you think I’ll look cool with my hair like this?” Rini asked with his messy wannable mohawk, he looked more like the grinch. Akira looked at her brother and snorted. “You look like a troll.” She muttered causing Rini to pout. “You’re so mean.” He mumbled. You got the shower head and told Akira to close her eyes as you finished washing her hair and body and she was finished. “Do you wanna try to finish Rini while I change Akira?” You asked Suna and his eyes widened. “I only know how to bathe my dog, I don’t know how to bathe a kid.” He protested. “Weren’t you watching me?” You asked. “I was distracted with the bubbles, okay.” He deadpanned and you sighed. “Rini help your dad.” You said plainly and left despite Suna’s protests.

“Alright princess, let’s get you dried up and ready for bed, yeah?” You asked the shivering girl in your arms and she nodded. You placed her on the bed and dried her hair a bit and you began to put on her lotion. You helped her into her underwear and she wanted to wear her fox onzie so you began helping her feet in when Rini stumbled in naked with Rin chasing after him with a towel. They were both soaking wet.

“Oh my god.” You sighed. “Boys.” Akira mumbled and you nodded. “You’re worse than washing a dog.” He said as he held him and dried his hair. “Woof.” Rini snickered and Suna flicked his forehead. “I’m soaking wet now.” He deadpanned to his son. You zipped up Akira after successfully placing her in her onzie and you moved on to your son. “Stop giving your dad such a hard time, he’s new to this whole parenting thing ya know?” You told him as you began to rub his face with lotion. “Akira go brush your teeth.” You told her and she pulled her dad along with her. “What do you want to wear to sleep?” You asked. “Can I wear my Fox onzie too?” He asked and you nodded. “Of course.” You replied and helped him into it too.

Rini went on his way to brush his teeth and you were met with the view of Rin helping his daughter floss and you just wanted to melt. This was so freaking cute. You don’t know if your heart could handle the cuteness. “Alrighty next victim!” Rin said and picked up Rini. He began to help him brush his teeth. You helped Akira down from the counter and she went off to look for a good book. You decided it was best to get one of Tobio’s shirts and shorts he had lying around for Rin so he wouldn’t get sick.

When Rini finished brushing his teeth, he went out to help Akira search for a book. “Are you still soaked?” You asked and Suna nodded. “Here wear this so you won’t get sick.” You tossed him some gym shorts and a random T-shirt. He gave a small thanks and you closed the bathroom door to leave him to change. “Alright where are my little foxes?” You hummed and you found your little demons kids jumping on your bed and patiently waiting to read. “Why aren’t you both in bed?” You asked and they stopped jumping and turned to you. “We wanna sleep here with you and daddy!” Rini said and you almost choked on air.

WITH RIN?! ARE THEY CRAZY OR CRAZY?

“Baby he’s not spending the night. He’s only going to read you a bedtime story then leave. You’ll see him tomorrow when you wake up.” You told them and they both had the saddest look on their faces. “But we wanna sleep with you and daddy. Please can he spend the night. Please please please!” Akira begged.

“I don’t mind if you don’t. It’s only for the night.” Rin almost whispered in your ear and you turned your head to him. “Are you sure? What about tomorrow? What are you going to wear?” You asked, “We can stop by my apartment in the morning before we head out.” He said and you raised a brow and turned back to your kids they were already comfy on the middle of your bed and you released your nth sigh of the day. “Fine, one night.” You answered and grabbed your pajamas and left to the bathroom to change.

When you returned Rin was on the left side of the bed with Rini right next to him. Akira patted your spot on the right side and you sat against the headboard of the bed. The twins had two books they wanted you both to read but they all fell asleep while you read the second one. You looked to see Rin, Rini and Akira sleeping and you can never get over how similar they looked like Rin. You quietly hopped out of bed and put the books away and turned off the lights.

You woke up to the sun shining on your face and arms around your waist. You felt a weight on your chest and you sighed and opened your eyes. You blinked a few times to make sure you weren’t seeing things but sure enough, Rin was sleeping on your chest. Just like old times and you tried to control your breathing. You don’t want to be the type of ex who yells and they fall off the bed. You realized the kids were not on the bed too and if Rin was cuddling you, then they must have been gone for a while.

“Rintarou—the kids—WAKE UP!” You quickly shook him and he opened his eyes and quickly moved away. He felt around him and he noticed the kids weren’t there. You both paused in silence to see if you can hear them but when you didn’t you quickly yeeted yourself off the bed with Rin following right at your tail. You opened the door to the twins room and you saw them in their own bed hugging their plushies. You held a hand over your chest and you leaned against the doorframe. “My heart literally dropped.” You turned to Rin.

“Mine did too. Do they usually do that?” He asked. “No, never.” You sighed and closed the door.

The twins opened their eyes and they looked at eachother from across the room. “I told you mom would get a heart attack. We’re lucky she didn’t cry.” Akira whispered. “Whatever at least they cuddled together like a nice married couple.” Rini whispered back and Akira nodded. “I hope mommy and daddy get back together.” Akira said. “They will, our plan is perfect.” Rini whispered mischievously and Akira smiled.

TAGLIST IS CLOSED

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ahtsumu · 5 years ago

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college student!miya atsumu hc dump

pairing: gn!reader ; genre: so much fluff, headcanons/mini drabbles ; tag(s): fluff, slightly suggestive, just the underclassman years for now, based on the american college system ; wc: 1.2k

imagine college student!miya atsumu majoring in creative writing while being the starting setter on the university's NCAA D1 volleyball team. he read milk and honey by rupi kaur once and ever since then he’s been madly in love with hitting the “enter” key after typing three words and calling it poetry. his ultimate goal, however, is to play for team USA at the olympics though!

imagine college freshman!miya atsumu

longboarding across campus on the first day of class with his airpods in (now playing: rap caviar on spotify), ray-bans on, snapback over his head, and nearly falling over when he passes you on the way to your 9 am. when you stop to make sure he’s okay, his entire face goes red before he stammers out an “i’m fine, thanks” and speeds off in embarrassment, kicking himself the whole time for not even getting your name because when will he ever see you again?? but when he’s settled down in freshman seminar and looks up at the whiteboard, he sees you walk in from the corner of his eye.

spending the whole night studying the lasting effects of imperialism through the lens of feminist theory after being paired up with you for a group project. he’s sweating buckets as he walks into starbucks because he just knows you think he’s an idiot (especially after your disastrous first encounter), only to be pleasantly surprised when the first thing you say to him is, “finally gave up on the longboard?” with a cheeky grin

texting his twin osamu “pls help how do i get someone to like me”, receiving “lmao is this a joke”, then replying with “stfu i don’t wanna hu i wanna cuff”, then being spammed with wikihow links and a few articles from GQ–– none of which he thinks helps, by the way!

running into you at the nearby 7-eleven at 2 am as he stands in front of the chips (it’s cheat day and he’s studying for a midterm, c’mon), deliberating between the purple and red taki’s like it’s a matter of life and death. when you say “fuego is better” from behind, he spins around with his hand on his heart, eyes wide in shock before he grins and replies with “i didn’t take ya for a basic…” but grabs the purple bag anyway

studying under a shady tree in the quad and getting bored after finishing a couple assignments, so he texts you to see if you’re free to go over some details of your project together (you are), only to end up not getting any work done because suddenly, you’re playing an impromptu game of 20 questions and wow. he can’t stop thinking about you.

sending you excerpts of your readings with funny comments, usually just roasting the author or narrator for his inability to understand the text. the first time you send one back he’s in the locker room after practice and he grins so wide that when his teammates grab his phone and see that all you’ve sent is a screenshot followed by “this mf’s writing about pouring concrete as if it's a RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE LMFAO someone come get their man!!”, they’re like, atsumu… you good? but no, he’s not–– he’s into you to the point it hurts not to have you

inviting you to one of his games after class with his heart pounding so fast that it almost feels like he’s playing the game right now, but then you take the ticket from his hand and grin, promising that you’ll be there as a representative from the official miya atsumu fan-club. he thinks that he might just die on the spot from happiness, but then you ask if you should come with a poster of his face and that’s when he really thinks he might just combust

looking nervously for you in the stands during warmups just to make sure you’re there and playing so hard after he spots you that he breaks his personal best for service aces in one game. he actually turns around at one point in the game to look you in the eye, winking as if to say “this one’s for you.” (you blush and hope he didn’t see it. he did!)

raising up one eyebrow in class when you meet his gaze and mouthing “wanna get out of here?” just to get you flustered, except when you mouth back “sure, my dorm?” with the same mischief in your eyes, a bright red blush blooms over his cheeks–– and he suddenly finds it very hard to focus, the only thing on his mind being you and him… in your dorm…

finally asking you out to the fall ball (this year’s theme: masquerade!), showing up at your door in a black three-piece suit and white mask and thinking that there’s no way he’ll be able to work up the courage to make his move once he sees you dressed like that, except he does when he walks you back at the end of the night, kissing you right in front of your door with his heart about to leap out from his throat

imagine college sophomore!miya atsumu

in plaid sweats, hair fluffy from sleep, leaning against the kitchen counter with a bowl of lucky charms in his hands, murmuring a “mornin’ babe” with a soft smile when he sees you walk in

pulling you onto his lap on his sofa as he reads to you a poem he has to analyse for class–– “[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” by e.e. cummings–– and when you ask him if he’s finally moved on from his weird obsession with enjambment, he laughs out an “as if!” and pulls up a poem he’s just written on his notes app

leaning over the court-side barriers before games for his ritual “good luck kiss” because ever since you started coming to his games in freshman year he’s only set personal record after personal record (even breaking the school record for service aces at one point)... even though his teammates and coaches all make fun of him for it

making out with you on his desk after you walk into his room in one of his team hoodies–– the one with his jersey on it–– his calloused hands running up and down your waist as he kisses you fervently because god, he can’t hold himself back when he sees you in something that claims you as his, even if he has a paper on 18th century french poetry due in two hours

tapping your shoulder as you file out of your 8 am class with a goofy grin and your coffee order in hand after you rushed out the door a few minutes late that morning (thanks to him and his stupid wandering hands)

driving you around campus on an athletic department golf cart after class because of his student athlete special privileges, giving out high-fives and aggressively shouting “hey! have a great day!” to the students and faculty you pass (all while cementing your reputation as the cutest couple on campus)

begging you to stay another night at his off-campus apartment even though you have your own dorm room because he sleeps better knowing that yes, you’re still there beside him and you haven’t left like so many other people in his life

inviting his parents to the NCAA volleyball finals. the second they see you in his jersey in the front row they rush over and hug you, introducing themselves and saying that they've heard so much about you from their little ‘tsumu that they could recognise you from anywhere. and when atsumu strides on the court with the rest of the team and sees you giggling with his parents, he thinks that he really could just marry you right then and there

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amortentia iii [miya atsumu x fem!reader]

genre: fluff, mild angst, hogwarts!au, awkward feelings, (fr)enemies to lovers

warnings: slight implied sexual content

words: 13.6k (IT’S LONG I KNOW </3)

part one / part two / part three (you are here)

content under the cut

Atsumu still thinks he’s living in a dream.

Finally, after seven years of hopelessly pining over a girl who hated him (he has to admit that he is the only one to blame for that), he’s finally on your (kind of?) good side. Atsumu had honestly thought that he’d never get this far, despite the fact that the state of your relationship is still so, so far from what he wants it be. But, he supposes he can work on that over time (if you’d give him the chance to, of course).

At dinner, he is in a complete daze. Thrice he nearly face-planted into his mashed potatoes while he was far-off in a daydream in which he is snogging you in a broom closet. Atsumu was interrupted all three times by his brother roughly yanking him back before he fell, which he would be grateful for if Osamu didn’t almost pull out every hair on his head each round.

“Get yerself together, ya dumbass idiot. Ya have it so fuckin’ bad. It’s embarrassing.” Osamu gripes after the third time, but Atsumu barely responds to his comment. He’s too busy craning his neck in the direction of the Ravenclaw table, trying to catch a glimpse of you. (He’s not obsessed, he swears.)

He spots you among the crowds of Ravenclaws, but you’re completely surrounded by your friends as per usual. When he angles his head just right to see you clearly, you’re as radiant as ever. You’re happily eating even more treacle tart with that cute little grin and delighted dust of pink on your cheeks that appears when you eat your favorite treat (yes, as shameful as is to admit, Atsumu had picked up on several of your habits while observing you from afar for so long).

Just then, your (E/C) eyes tear their gaze away from your treacle tart. You almost end up making eye contact with him, but Atsumu ducks his head in embarrassment of being caught, instead shoveling such a large forkful of roast chicken in his mouth that he almost chokes. As Atsumu starts coughing up a storm, Osamu, finding this whole ordeal very entertaining, doesn’t even bother to offer a half-hearted pat to his hacking brother’s back. Even more mortifying is how Atsumu notices a slight twitch of your mouth as you avert your eyes from his table, as if you’re trying hard not to laugh.

He almost misses those days when you thought he hated you, and he thought you hated him. Now you know of his feelings towards you, which ended up making the whole experience all that more nerve-wracking. At least back then, Atsumu wouldn’t worry as much about what you thought of him. But he knows that’s stupid of him to think about. He finally might have a chance to win you over for real after all this time; he’d be foolish to let that all go now.

Atsumu mentally cringes at his many failed attempts at courting you over the years.

Clearly, he has some kind of ability to charm women, what with all the girls following him around, but with you, he would always turn into some kind of babbling mess when he tried to be serious for once. Atsumu had made a fool of himself way too many times in his shitty efforts of trying to properly express affection. Everything, from insulting you after mumbling a compliment, to sprinting away when seeing you round a corridor with a confession left unsaid on his tongue.

Merlin’s Beard, he wishes he can erase those moments from history.

He’s surprised you even bother to give him the time of day at all after all those years of bullshit.

Atsumu notices when you excuse yourself from the table, and before he can stop himself, he’s already risen from his seat to hurry across the hall in an attempt to follow you. He misses how his brother and Rintarou are whispering to each other with smug smiles on their faces as they watch him go. Thankfully, as dinner is nearly over, other students are also starting to file out of the hall, so he doesn’t seem all that suspicious.

You peek over your shoulder curiously as you notice someone’s footsteps falling in tandem with yours right behind you. You raise an eyebrow when you see a flushed Atsumu.

“Hey,” you greet simply.

“Hey,” he responds, a little out-of-breath, but not from chasing you. He’s an athlete; a little sprint wouldn’t make him tired in the slightest. It is more so how your mere presence is making his stomach tie into knots and his breath escape his lungs. Atsumu can feel himself turn even redder. This behavior is honestly so unlike him that he can’t even begin to fathom why he is so flustered for no reason, especially since the two of you had made so much progress in your relationship within the past few months. Not only that, he is the one meant to make you flustered, not the other damn way around!

Somehow, the time spent with you bonding over food in the Hogwarts kitchen seems far more intimate than any other experience he’s ever shared with a female.

Now he’s standing here in the corridor stuttering like a shy school boy at the memories of sitting with you on the tiled kitchen floor, not even doing anything remotely considered intimate, but just talking with you.

Thankfully, you don’t seem to be all that much affected by his strange behavior, calmly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and looking up at him, poorly-disguised amusement dancing in your eyes. “I’m off to the Owlery to give Kou some owl treats.” You pause. “You can join me, if you want.”

“Sure.” Atsumu’s voice trembles just the tiniest bit, and he prays you didn’t notice.

“Do you want some treats for your owl, too? I’ve got plenty to share.” You dig up a few boxes of treats from the pocket of your robes. The inviting smile on your face is so effortlessly adorable that Atsumu has to physically resist the urge to blush. He really does have it bad, doesn’t he?

“No thanks, ‘Samu sent Inari out today and she won’t be back yet,” Atsumu explains, and you nod in understanding. He follows you up to the West Tower’s Owlery, which thankfully isn’t too long of a way from the Great Hall, as he doesn’t know how long he could take the silence that befalls the pair of you as you stride down the corridors.

You swing open the Owlery’s door with an eager smile on your face. Atsumu vaguely recalls your friends always questioning why you spend so much time in the Owlery. He has also noticed that you visit your great-horned brute of a bird quite often (he is most definitely not a stalker; it’s a simple observation!). He briefly remembers overhearing you tell your friend that you go up to the West Tower not only to send many letters home to your worried Muggle parents, but also to give lots of your treats to your owl.

And Atsumu can tell that you feed your bird well, because the gray feather ball you call your pet is incredibly plump. It looks more like a fattened, discolored chicken raised for slaughter than an owl. But Atsumu keeps his mouth shut; if he wants to win you over, he can’t insult your owl.

“There you are, Kou baby.” You coo adoringly as you unlock the cage that holds your Great Horned owl, Kou, who snuggles up affectionately against your cheek. You gentle pet the bird’s feathers and fish a package of Eeylops Premium Owl Treats from your pocket, offering a few pellets to Kou, who greedily gobbles the treats up. Kou squawks in delight, playfully nibbling at your hair, and you laugh joyously, happily stroking your owl’s head.

The other owls seem rather envious as they observe the scene with their big, yellow eyes.

Atsumu also feels a slight twinge of jealousy at your unabashed display of love for your owl Kou.

That stupid gray bird has no idea how lucky it is. What Atsumu would do to have you pet his hair like that…

But no, currently your loving attention just has to be solely focused on your dear owl.

And this dear owl, come to think of it…

“Kou, no!” Before you or Atsumu could say or do anything, Kou launches himself out of your arms with a mighty squawk onto Atsumu’s head, clawing at his blonde hair.

“What the hell,” Atsumu spits out through a flurry of feathers. “Goddammit, (L/N), get your bloody bird off of me — “

…absolutely hates Atsumu’s guts.

The owl continues to hoot and squawk in Atsumu’s face, all while turning Atsumu’s hair into a disheveled mess and occasionally pecking his scalp to elicit pained yelps from the boy.

You start to laugh, much to Atsumu’s dismay, and Kou seems to be delighted at your reaction, hooting even more loudly.

Atsumu resists the strong urge to hex your dumb chicken of an owl.

“Kou,” you scold in a much less forceful manner than Atsumu would’ve preferred. “Come here. Off.” Kou, giving one last aggressive and painful peck to Atsumu’s forehead before begrudgingly taking flight only to land on your left shoulder, still glaring hatefully at him.

Atsumu glares right back.

“What was that, ya fuckin’ dishrag?” Atsumu spits distastefully. “Yer lucky that ya belong to (L/N), or I woulda transfigured ya into a washcloth.” Kou twitters angrily, flapping his wings agitatedly.

“Don’t be mean to Kou!” You immediately defend your pet. “You were just trying to protect me, weren’t you, baby?” Your voice drops to a soft and loving croon as you gently stroke your owl’s beak. “You wanted that big mean guy over there to stay away, didn’t you?” Kou chirps in agreement, twirling his head right and left.

“Hey!” Atsumu exclaims, offended, but you ignore him, still baby-talking to your owl.

“Don’t pick a fight with my baby boy.” You narrow your eyes at Atsumu. “I can understand why he doesn’t like you, considering the way he’s seen you treat me for seven years.”

Right. Every year at King’s Cross Station, Atsumu shouts insults at you as you pass by. You always have your owl cage on your trolley, with Kou watching Atsumu with his giant, golden eyes. When you had seated yourself in the same compartment as the twins and Rintarou on your first ride to Hogwarts, Kou had been there to witness the start of the rivalry between the two of you. All those times when you had happened to run into him on your way out or in the Owlery, Kou had seen Atsumu’s treatment of you as well. In fact, Atsumu even tried to provoke Kou once just for the hell of it, earning a deep, well-deserved cut on his pointer finger.

“Well…” Atsumu’s protests die on his tongue, and he suddenly feels so, so small underneath the withering gaze of Kou.

“It’s okay, Kou, big meanie Miya has changed. Well, kind of,” you explain to your owl, but Kou remains skeptical-looking. “He’s still rude sometimes, but — “

“(Y/N)!” Atsumu whines out your name childishly. When you throw your head back to laugh, you miss when Kou snaps his beak threateningly at Atsumu for using your given name.

“I’m alright, Kou, really.” Despite your words, Kou is still eyeing Atsumu suspiciously.

“If I ever do anythin’ to make (Y/N) cry, I give you full permission to peck my eyes out,” Atsumu tells Kou in a dead-serious manner.

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow, and Kou mirrors your curious expression with a tilt of his gray, feathered head.

“I’ll take care of her, Kou.” Atsumu is now having a staring contest with your great-horned owl, chocolate irises locked with gold. You hold back laughter at how intensely the two of them are drilling their gazes into each other.

“Now now, Miya. Don’t get it twisted, I don’t need anyone to take care of me.” You feed Kou another few treats, but he doesn’t break eye contact with Atsumu even as he swallows his food.

“I promise,” Atsumu says solemnly to your bird, completely ignoring you. “I can’t say that I have many excuses for the way I acted before, but I’ll do my best to make it up to her.”

Kou simply blinks his large, yellow eyes, hooting softly.

“Please believe me. I won’t ever let her — or you — down.”

Your cheeks turn slightly pink and you hold back a chuckle at how very earnest the famous Atsumu Miya sounds as he talks to your owl. Never in your seventeen years of life so far did you ever think that your greatest pain in the ass would try to win your owl’s favor. Due to how well you (unfortunately) know Atsumu’s stubborn personality, you know there’s no convincing him to stop talking to Kou until he gains ‘approval’.

“Here.” You hand Atsumu the box of owl treats. “Try giving him one. He doesn’t accept treats from anyone except me. If he takes one from you… it means he trusts you.”

“What if he bites my fingers off?” There’s a slight note of fear in Atsumu’s voice as he clutches the small package in his hands, eyeing Kou nervously.

“Well, I’m sure that’s a possibility. Good luck.” You smile innocently.

“Gee, thanks,” Atsumu scoffs sarcastically, reaching into the box to retrieve a few pellets. He lays them flat on his palm before holding them out to Kou. “Pleasetakethem,” he whispers quietly as a quick prayer.

Kou considers the little brown pellets resting in Atsumu’s outstretched hand. He snaps his beak a few times, and Atsumu visibly gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing in anticipation. Kou leans his mighty gray head down towards Atsumu’s palm, his golden eyes glancing up to lock eyes with Atsumu once again.

Atsumu swears that he feels a few beads of sweat drip down his neck.

Merlin’s Beard, why is he letting this fat dishrag of an owl intimidate him so much?

Maybe it’s because you’re observing the scene with an amused smile painted on your pretty lips, clearly entertained by the odd tension between your owl and your… sort-of-not-really-almost-lover-who-used-to-be-your-sort-of-enemy?

Then Kou strikes.

His sharp beak snaps up a treat from Atsumu’s palm in the blink of an eye.

Atsumu’s mouth falls open in shock as Kou devours the rest of the pellets in his hand with vigor. He winces out of habit when Kou’s beak draws a little too close to his skin a few times, but the bird doesn’t make any move to hurt him. Wide-eyed, Atsumu’s gaze trails to you, wanting to gauge your reaction, and you’re still smiling, except now with slight pride in your expression.

“Congratulations,” you muse. “Kou doesn’t hate you very much anymore.” As if to enunciate your statement, Kou settles back onto your shoulder calmly (after having finished the pellets Atsumu had offered) and gives Atsumu a reluctant nod of his large, feathery head.

“Good.” Atsumu lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, relief and satisfaction washing over him like a tidal wave. He knows it was silly to want approval from your owl, but he can’t help but feel elated that he received it.

“Kou’ll remember the deal you made with him, so you better not make me cry.” You laugh quietly and Atsumu finally lets a smile slip onto his face.

“I won’t,” he says softly, and you make a non-committal noise, telling him that he needs to show you, not just tell you. You place Kou back into his cage, but not before pressing a kiss to the top of his feathered head. Once again, Atsumu feels a white, hot burst of jealousy shoot through his system, and he resists the urge to scowl at Kou, who still seems to be taunting him with a smug, owl-ish smirk.

“It’s almost time for curfew, let’s get back to the dorms before Filch or Mrs. Norris have to say anything about us.” You cast a anxious glance at the clock on the wall of the Owlery.

“Whatcha always so worried for, (L/N)?” Atsumu chuckles a bit at the incredibly concerned expression on your face as you hurry out of the Owlery, with him hot on your heels. “Haven’t ya ever been out of the dormitories after curfew?”

“No.” You frown. “What reason would I have to be?”

“Yer so borin’.”

“Am not.” You purse your lips. “What’s there to do at this time of night, anyway? It’s so dark…”

“Yer scared of the dark?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yer scaaaared.” A wide grin spreads across Atsumu’s face as your cheeks flush.

“I wish Kou clawed all your stupid piss-colored hair out,” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Aww, princess, that’s so mean.”

“Cry me a river.”

“Will do.” Atsumu’s still smiling ear-to-ear, because damn; having a bantering conversation with you like this is always so… natural? Perhaps it’s because it was pretty much the only way he communicated with you over the past seven years, but it’s enjoyable nonetheless. And he can tell you’re amused by the interaction as well by the upward quirk of your lips.

“So what, isn’t it normal to be scared of the dark?” You bite your lip nervously upon realizing how dark and lonely the corridors are right now, and you take out your wand. “Lumos.” The tip of your wand lights up with a warm, white glow, acting as a flashlight.

“Sounds to me like yer just a coward.” Atsumu yawns. “’Samu, RinRin, and I sneak out all the time, anyway.”

“To do what, exactly?”

“Sometimes we go down to the Quidditch pitch and throw a Quaffle around. If there’s a big game comin’ up, we might practice with some Bludgers too.”

“And you never get caught?”

“Didn’t say that.” He grins. “I’ve spent way too much time in detention for playin’ Quidditch after curfew.”

“Dummy. Why take the risk?”

“’Cause I love Quidditch.” That’s such an Atsumu answer; straight and to-the-point. “Plus, I don’t have to worry too much about the consequences, anyway. As much as I piss off old Snape, he would never let me miss a game ‘cause he knows how good I am.”

“That’s all you do, though? Play Quidditch? I was expecting something a little more exciting,” you tease, and instead of getting offended, Atsumu’s eyes glitter.

“Ever been to the Forbidden Forest?”

“It’s forbidden for a reason, Miya,” you say pointedly.

“Shame. Lots of things to see in there. All the interestin’ creatures come out at night.”

“Won’t they harm you?”

“Nah.” He smirks. “Lemme show ya somethin’.” One moment, he’s there, standing in the shadows of the corridor right next you. The next split second, he’s gone.

You blink in confusion; where the hell did he go? He was right there! He can’t Apparate on Hogwarts grounds, so there’s no way he could’ve just disappeared into thin air —

A low growl echoes through the corridor, coming from by your knees. You jump, quickly darting your gaze downwards. You hold back a scream upon seeing a large, black fox with dark brown eyes staring up at you expectantly.

“M-Miya?” you stammer. “You’re an Animagus?” The fox (or, well, Atsumu) simply purrs, rubbing his velvety nose against your thigh. Then, with another blink of an eye, Atsumu’s standing in front of you again, a smug smile forming on his face at the shocked, but impressed look on your face.

“’Samu, RinRin, and I — we’re all Animagi,” he tells you, swelling with pride as you seem quite impressed. Becoming an Animagus is no matter of simple magic. “Creatures in there are less likely to attack us in those forms than if we walked in there lookin’ like humans.”

“What have you seen in there?” Now you’re curious.

“Oh, lots of things. Giant spiders. Centaurs. Unicorns.”

“Unicorns?” You grip the wand in your hand a little tighter.

“Yeah, unicorns. I’ll take you to see them sometime.” He tilts his head. “That is, if yer not scared of the dark, princess.”

“I’m not,” you insist, but you don’t put out the light still emanating from the tip of your wand.

“Righttttt.” Atsumu definitely doesn’t believe you. The two of you stop at the end of the corridor, where you’re supposed to go your separate ways to your dormitories. “Ya still plannin’ on goin’ to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow?”

“Of course. I need to ask Madam Rosmerta if I could buy a bottle of mead to send home to my parents, anyway. They enjoy their alcohol.” You smile up at Atsumu. “Can’t believe I’m saying this to you, but I like spending time with you, Miya.”

“Y-Ya do?” Before he can stop himself, he feels his entire face light up with a huge grin. And when you laugh, such a clear, sweet and genuine sound, Atsumu’s chest constricts painfully with fondness and his chocolate eyes become even more half-lidded as he stares at you with all of the affection he can muster up from throughout his entire being.

“I do.” You end up unintentionally leaving Atsumu in a state of dazedness as you turn in the other direction, throwing a “Goodnight!” over your shoulder before you saunter down the corridor.

Atsumu doesn’t know how long he stands there like a complete, blithering idiot, staring at the corner at which you disappeared around what felt like an eternity ago. But then Mrs. Norris comes meowing towards him, and he curses loudly before sprinting in the direction of the Slytherin Common Room.

That night, Atsumu lays awake in bed, eyes on the ceiling, mind mulling over the events that had happened during the day. He had returned to the Slytherin dungeons with a huge, embarrassing grin on his face after successfully evading Mrs. Norris, as all he could think about was the time he spent with you. Several of his housemates began to press him about his sudden good mood, but he had decided not to humor them, uninterested in allowing others to butt into his personal affairs.

He is going on a date with you tomorrow.

He can hardly believe the reality of the situation. If only his eleven-year old self, so foolishly trying to simultaneously impress and irritate you by poking fun at you every chance he got, could see him now. Atsumu almost groans out-loud at the mere thought of his stupidity throughout the past seven years. If he had treated you like a normal human being and shown genuine interest in you, perhaps this would have turned out in his favor much faster.

Then again, there is the case of Osamu Miya.

Osamu, his dumbass of a twin (who is just as much of a shithead as he is, contrary to popular belief), had been in love with Rintarou Suna, their childhood friend, for years. Osamu and Rintarou had always been closer than Atsumu was to Rintarou, but he didn’t mind, especially when they got older and Atsumu got to watch Osamu become increasingly awkward around Rintarou thanks to his crush. And despite spending every waking moment together, what with living next door to each other, attending the same school, being in the same House, hell, even living in the same damn dormitory, it looked like Osamu was never going to act on the feelings he harbored for more than half of his lifespan.

When Rintarou walked into the Slytherin common room holding hands with his brother, Atsumu had initially been in shock. He thought that Osamu would never do anything about his undying love for Rintarou. And as much as he envied Osamu for making moves and going so far so fast (he did not miss the hickies on their necks; how long would it be until he could do that to you without you hexing him into an untimely death?) Atsumu is happy for his brother.

If he had become your friend, would he have stayed so? Just your friend? Would being friend-zoned be better or worse than being seen as an enemy, though? He supposes he’ll never know.

“What’s with that stupid look on your face?” Kenji Futakuchi, one of Atsumu’s roommates, chortles from his four-poster bed, which is positioned on the right of Atsumu’s.

“Nothin’,” Atsumu replies lazily. “Go to sleep or somethin’.” He hears Futakuchi snort. Futakuchi had tried out for the Slytherin Quidditch team, expecting a spot since he played Chaser last year, and was mildly offended when Atsumu opted to take on Tsutomu Goshiki, a new recruit, over him. What could Atsumu do, though; Goshiki had out-flown Futakuchi by miles at the trials and is overall much less temperamental than Futakuchi.

His former Seeker and Captain, Tooru Oikawa, had (rightfully) put Atsumu in his place multiple times. Having played with Oikawa as his Captain for two years straight in his fifth and sixth years, Atsumu learned over time to control his urge to aggravate and provoke his teammates and opponents due to constant scolding from Oikawa. Thanks to his admiration of Oikawa, Atsumu decided that he wanted to lead a team that was willing to work well together, not just choosing the best fliers. Seeing as Futakuchi is very provocative, always starting conflicts with a silver tongue and cocky attitude (admittedly, not too unlike Atsumu himself), Atsumu was delighted to have found an alternative in Goshiki.

And thus, Futakuchi has been extra passive-aggressive to Atsumu lately.

“You’re not exactly making it easy for any of us to sleep,” Futakuchi sing-songs.

“What do ya mean? Just close yer eyes and fall asleep, idiot.”

“He can’t when ya keep tossin’ and turnin’ and gigglin’ to yerself,” Osamu grumbles from Atsumu’s left side. “No one can.” There’s an annoyed sigh of agreement from Rintarou, whose bed is next to Osamu’s. Then comes a muffled ‘Get me out of here’ from Kiyoomi Sakusa, one of Slytherin’s Chasers, from across the room, where his bed completes the circle of five.

“The hell happened to you today, man?” Futakuchi laughs. “Thought you’d be more upset after losing to Gryffindor today, but at dinner you were looking all happy and lovestruck.”

“Shut up,” Atsumu mumbles, clearly annoyed.

“Come onnnn,” the brunette Futakuchi presses. “Is it about that pretty girl (L/N)?” At this, Atsumu sits up in bed and glares at Futakuchi, who’s casually lounging with his body turned towards Atsumu, head propped up on his hand. “Thought as much after that day in Snape’s class.”

“Shut up,” Atsumu repeats rather crossly. “None of yer business."

“Why so uptight, Captain? Are you trying that hard to get laid or something?” Futakuchi teases, waggling his eyebrows.

“Fuck you, yer lucky I’m in a good mood or I’ll — “

“So you were trying to get laid?”

“What the hell, you know that's not what I'm after — “

“Oh, of course, since it's your lovely lady (L/N).” Futakuchi grins widely upon seeing how irritated Atsumu is getting.

“Yer a damn prick, ya know that?” Atsumu grits out.

“Speak for yourself.” And as much as Atsumu wants to argue back, Futakuchi is right. Atsumu has to admit that he, himself, is kinda a damn prick.

“Another word from any of you and I’ll zip your mouths closed,” Sakusa threatens lowly from across the room. He sends a few red sparks up from the tip of his wand towards the ceiling as a warning.

"Yeah, so shut the fuck up Atsu — " Futakuchi pauses as he turns back in Atsumu's direction only to see him fast asleep. The bastard had somehow fallen asleep in a split second, leaving all of his roommates annoyed at his loud snoring.

Seven years ago, on September 1st, Atsumu had been running late.

Osamu is already at the front door, hair combed, dressed in proper clothes, and his trunk packed, while Atsumu is still clambering around the bedroom trying to get everything together. His unkempt hair (black, at the time; he hadn’t gone blonde until his third year when he and Osamu had gotten fed up of being mixed up all the time) keeps falling into his eyes, but he can’t care less about that upon hearing his mother shout at him to hurry just as he’s tugging on his left sock.

“I’m comin’!” Atsumu yells down the stairs. Finny, one of his house elves, walks over with a comb in her hands, but Atsumu shakes his head. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, Finny. Mum’s gonna throw a fit if I don’t get down there within the next minute.”

“Young Master, Finny will miss you while you’re gone.” The sweet old house elf follows Atsumu down the stairs as he struggles to shove his large trunk down the stairs.

“I’ll miss — ugh — you too,” Atsumu grunts as he pushes the trunk another step.

“Hurry up, Atsumu!” his mother calls again, anger rising in her tone.

“I said I’m comin’!” Atsumu shouts.

“Young Master, Tooky will help you with your trunk!” The Miya’s second house elf appears at the bottom of the stairs, and with a snap of his fingers, he lifts Atsumu’s trunk off the ground and allows it to float all the way to the front door where Mr. and Mrs. Miya are waiting with Osamu.

“Thanks, Tooky. Atsumu breathes a sigh of relief before hurrying down the stairs to join the rest of his family.

“Lame,” Osamu says.

“Shut yer trap, ‘Samu,” Atsumu scoffs.

“What’s yer excuse for wakin’ up so late?” Mrs. Miya asks with a raise of her eyebrow.

“’Samu didn’t wake me up even though ya told him to last night!” Atsumu whines.

“’Cause ya sleep like a rock! I shook ya a million times and ya didn’t even stir,” Osamu defends himself.

“It’s yer fault that we’re gonna be late!”

“Whadda ya mean? I woke up on time!”

“Boys,” Mrs. Miya warns.

“Aww, Mum! Ground ‘Samu or somethin’!”

“Shut up, ‘Tsumu.”

“Please, boys, don’t give yer mother a headache. It’s too early for this,” Mr. Miya begs, opening the front door and moving towards their car. They would be driving to King’s Cross because Mrs. Miya believes that the boys are too young for Side-Along Apparition over such a long distance. Mr. Miya doesn’t really enjoy driving; he had gotten his drivers’ license from the Ministry and well — wizards don’t exactly drive very often, so who were they to be judges of driving skill?

“Wish we could Apparate,” Atsumu grumbles as Mr. Miya begins loading the car with his and Osamu’s belongings. “Then it would just be SNAP! and we’re there.”

“Don’t wanna risk Apparating so far at yer age. Ya might get Splinched,” Mrs. Miya reminds her son.

“Mum’s already told ya that a million times, too,” Osamu points out, which causes Atsumu to sneer at him.

After a twenty minute drive filled with Atsumu and Osamu’s constant bickering, a very annoyed Mrs. Miya and a very tired Mr. Miya (Merlin’s Beard he really does hate driving that Muggle car), the Miyas pull up at Kings Cross Station.

“I’ll grab the trolleys,” Mr. Miya says, quickly taking the opportunity to take a break from hearing his wife shout at their two rowdy sons.

“Ya ate the Chocolate Frog I left on the kitchen counter last night!” Atsumu howls.

“Too bad! Finders, keepers!” Osamu sticks his tongue out.

“Loser! I hope ya got a horrible card!”

“I got Dumbledore, this is my third one.”

“No fair! I don’t have one of Dumbledore yet!”

“Sucks ta be ya, I’m keepin’ him.”

“Moooom! ‘Samu’s being mean!”

“Quiet, you two.” The twins immediately shut their mouths upon seeing their mother’s famous death glare.

Upon entering Platform 9 ¾,the twins immediately spot Rintarou Suna, their childhood friend, and rush over. The Miyas had initially planned on carpooling with Sunas since they live so close to each other, but since Atsumu had woken up so late, Mrs. Miya had to cancel those plans.

“Hey, Rin, look what I got.” Osamu shows Rintarou his Albus Dumbledore Chocolate Frog card, which Rintarou nods appreciatively at.

“Cool. Always wanted one of him.”

“You can have him,” Osamu says immediately, practically shoving the card into Rintarou’s hands. Rintarou blinks, surprised at how quickly Osamu offered to hand it to him (the twins aren’t the best at sharing their things) but accepts it.

“Thanks, ‘Samu.” Rintarou smiles, and Osamu unconsciously puffs out his chest with pride. Atsumu scowls with all his might, because dammit! That was supposed to be his Chocolate Frog card! Stupid ‘Samu!

“Kids, go find yourselves a compartment on the train, it’ll be leaving in a few minutes.” Mrs. Suna ushers the three children, all of whom are pushing their own luggage cart, towards the entrance of the train. On the way, Inari’s empty cage falls off the top of Atsumu’s cart, with a loud CLANG! and Atsumu thanks the Gods that his Dad had already sent her out to fly to Hogwarts because she absolutely hates riding in the car.

“Hurry, hurry!” Mrs. Miya quickly places the cage back onto Atsumu’s trolley.

“We’ll see you during the holidays, Rintarou, dear!” Mrs. Suna calls to her son, who’s the first one into the train out of the three boys.

“Bye, Mum. Bye, Dad.” Rintarou waves to his parents briefly before pushing his trolley deeper into the train.

“Have a fun time at school, boys! Don’t forget to write!” Mrs. Miya calls to her sons.

“Yes, Mum,” Atsumu and Osamu chorus.

“Don’t cause too much trouble,” Mr. Miya warns.

“Yes, Dad,” Atsumu and Osamu say with matching, innocent, Cheshire smiles. Their dad sighs, shaking his head.

“Do your best at school, boys.” The twins mock-salute to their parents before following after Rintarou.

“Which compartment do ya want, Rin?” Osamu asks Rintarou, who’s peering around curiously at the rows and rows of sliding glass doors, navigating skillfully through the crowds of students streaming down the hallways.

“Hm. This one, I guess.” Rintarou slides open an empty compartment before pushing his trolley inside. The twins follow suit, closing the door behind them.

The trio is just getting settled in their seats after putting their trunks in the luggage racks when the door opens once again.

A girl pokes her head in.

Not just a girl. A pretty girl. Long, (H/C) hair flows down her shoulders, framing a gentle, soft face with delicate features. She smiles, her pink lips curving upwards and her (E/C) eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, as she sweeps her gaze upon the three boys in the compartment.

“Excuse me,” she says, her tone polite. “May I sit here?”

“No,” Atsumu snaps before anyone else can utter a word. “It’s full in here. If ya come in it’ll be too crowded.” A lie. There’s plenty of room for two or maybe even three more people, and this girl is so small that she might as well count as half of one. But he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want anyone else in this compartment; he, Osamu, and Rintarou had claimed it for themselves first. Doesn’t matter if the girl is cute. Finders, keepers.

Then, the girl does something entirely unexpected.

Her pretty face crumples into a scowl, and she aggressively shoves open the compartment door, pushing her trolley right into the room.

“Hey! Whadda ya think yer doin’?!” Atsumu exclaims.

“I don’t care, I’m sitting here anyway,” she responds with a huff, thrusting her trunk under her seat and placing her owl cage next to her feet before putting her trolley in the corner where the boys left theirs.

Atsumu stares at her in shock. Usually, girls do whatever he tells them to do. All of the ones at school always did. If he told them to go away, they’d leave immediately with a giggle and a wave; the shyer ones would simply cry. Based on this girl’s delicate appearance, he thought she’d be a crier. But no, she’s now striking up a friendly conversation with Osamu and Rintarou, completely ignoring his presence.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N), it’s nice to meet you both, Osamu and Rintarou.” The girl is smiling beautifully once again, and much to his chagrin, Atsumu feels his heart physically skip a beat. His cheeks redden and he immediately gets up from his seat, moving towards (Y/N) with his thick eyebrows drawn together in frustration.

I’m Atsumu Miya!” he practically screams.

Atsumu Miya, has anyone ever told you that your breath stinks?” the girl asks ever-so-sweetly, grimacing slightly and waving a small hand in front of her nose. Osamu and Rintarou roar with laughter when Atsumu draws back with an offended look on his face, and the volume of their teasing only grows when the train suddenly starts, lurching Atsumu backwards onto his seat.

As Atsumu almost slams his head on cushion behind him, he can register his face burning up even more. He quickly sits up in his seat and glares, hard, at the girl, who is now sitting quietly with a book in her hands. The cover tells Atsumu that it’s Hogwarts: A History.

“Why are ya readin’ somethin’ so borin’? Are ya some kinda nerd?” he sneers condescendingly. (Y/N) doesn’t look up from her book.

"No, I just find this book very interesting,” she replies without a hint of agitation. She calmly turns a page. “I’m Muggleborn, so I don’t know a thing about Hogwarts.”

“Well, I can tell ya everythin’ ya need to know! I’m kinda an expert.” Atsumu proudly puffs out his chest, and she finally glances up at him, raising a skeptical eyebrow. Rintarou and Osamu are snickering at Atsumu, knowing full-well that he’s about to make a big fool out of himself.

Really? Can you tell me the names of the four founders of Hogwarts?”

“Easyyy. Gregory Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rosie Ravenclaw, and Helen Hufflepuff!” Atsumu immediately regrets opening his mouth when Rintarou and Osamu burst into rambunctious laughter once again.

" No. The only one you got right is Slytherin. It’s Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff.” (Y/N) is respectable enough to hold back her laughter as she explains this to Atsumu, only allowing a smile to stretch wide on her lips, but Rintarou and Osamu are practically in tears.

" Rosie!” Osamu wheezes.

“I think reading a few chapters of that book would do you good,” Rintarou comments through his laughter.

"Yer all losers.” Atsumu glowers.

"Gregory! Helen!”

“Shut yer trap, ‘Samu!”

Atsumu continues to pick little fights with the girl, (Y/N), on the day-long trip to Hogwarts. Every few minutes, he would say something in an attempt to provoke her, whether it was joking that there’s a spider in her hair (it only worked once but he continued to try it because he thought her reaction was hilarious) or telling her that she reminds him of this ugly troll that his Auror father had banished from an abandoned house a few weeks earlier. Despite his relentless prodding, (Y/N) remains largely unaffected, still engrossed in book after book despite Atsumu teasing her for being a ‘nerd’.

“I can see yer goal is to get into Ravenclaw with the rest of the nerds,” he had commented at some point in the ride.

“Maybe Ravenclaw would be a good fit for me, but it’s up to the Sorting Hat to decide,” she had responded amiably. “I wouldn’t mind being in any house.”

“Slytherin’s the best,” Atsumu had told her. “My entire family has been Slytherins for lots and lots of generations.”

“Really? That’s pretty neat.” Her remark had thrown him off-guard. He wanted to be proud that she had called something he said ‘neat’, but at the same time, he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that he likes her praise.

“W-Well! Ya better not be in Slytherin. Yer lame self would ruin the coolness of our house if you were in it,” he had scoffed.

“I’m not sure I’d want to be in the same house as you, anyway,” she replied without missing a beat, earning a chorus of ‘ooo’s from Osamu and Rintarou.

By the end of the train ride, Atsumu’s a complete mess. His cheeks are still stained bright red, as they had been for the entire journey. All he wanted was to talk to her more and more, keep provoking and provoking her, and receive her cold responses over and over. She is just so… interesting.

The train comes to a complete stop and the announcements state that students can now start leaving their compartments. (Y/N) closes her book and drags out her trunk from under her seat and puts it away. Of course, someone would come to collect the luggage and bring it all up to the dormitories later. (Y/N) gets to her feet and waves to the three boys.

“Maybe I’ll see you all around.” The girl gently taps the bars of her owl cage, which Atsumu notices for the first time holds a baby great-horned owl. “Bye, Kou.” The owl twitters happily upon receiving her goodbye. As (Y/N) walks out of the compartment, Atsumu looks back at her owl, and the baby bird’s large, yellow eyes are practically staring into his soul. It snaps its beak in Atsumu’s direction. Atsumu flinches.

“C’mon, ‘Tsumu, stop being so slow.” Osamu and Rintarou are already at the compartment’s entrance.

"Listen,” Atsumu says hurriedly, getting to his feet and rushing towards his brother and his friend. “That girl — (L/N) (Y/N) — I better not see you two losers makin’ a move on her or somethin’.”

“What the hell,” Osamu scoffs impatiently. “’Tsumu, ya know I’m — “ The twins share a silent look with each other.

“Not interested,” Rintarou adds lazily.

“Good.” Atsumu nods, satisfied.

“What? Ya think yer ever gonna have a chance with her after ya showed her that yer the world’s biggest dumbass?” Osamu snorts. Atsumu glares.

“Shut it, ‘Samu.”

The first years board the boats to row to the castle, and Atsumu gets stuck with his brother, Rintarou and two other first-year boys who he discovers are named Kiyoomi Sakusa and Kourai Hoshiumi. Kiyoomi is a curly-haired boy who doesn’t speak a word after introducing himself, while Kourai is a complete chatterbox that doesn’t stop talking for the entire ride up to Hogwarts.

“I can’t wait to see what house I’ll be Sorted into!” Kourai cheers. “Will it be Gryffindor? Ravenclaw? Hufflepuff? Or maybe Slytherin?”

“ Definitely not Ravenclaw,” Atsumu tells him rather rudely, which earns a hard noogie from Osamu.

“Sorry ‘bout him,” Osamu mumbles, but Kourai doesn’t seem to care, continuing to blab their ears off. Kiyoomi looks like he wants to hurl himself from the rowboat and into the water.

Another boat passes by, and Atsumu perks up as he immediately recognizes the laughter of (Y/N), the girl he had met on the train. He turns around so fast that he almost gets whiplash and ends up violently rocking the boat (which causes his boatmates to shout at him, but he doesn’t care). (Y/N)’s in a boat with two other girls and a boy with sandy, unevenly-cut hair. Atsumu resists the urge to snort; what an ugly haircut.

(Y/N) laughs at something the sandy-haired jerk says, causing Atsumu to scowl.

The rest of the night flies by in the blink of an eye.

As expected, Atsumu is Sorted into Slytherin along with his brother and Rintarou. Kiyoomi had joined them at the table as well, while Kourai goes to Gryffindor. (Y/N) is put in Ravenclaw, and she smiles so brightly that Atsumu had to stop himself from smiling as well, instead opting to stick his tongue out at her as she walked past the Slytherin table towards the Ravenclaw one. She returns the favor.

Thus began the seven-year long complications between Atsumu Miya and (Y/N) (L/N).

In his first year, Atsumu shared a flying class with (Y/N).

He’s a natural flier, since he’s been playing Quidditch since he was very young. He and his brother were the only first years to ever be invited onto the Slytherin Quidditch team in the history of Hogwarts, and as Beaters, no less. Beater positions are usually supposed to be filled with large, muscular, older students, and he and Osamu, despite having above average heights and builds for their age, had still been undeniably scrawny compared to the other teams. However, the twins quickly showed their amazing abilities and easily built their reputation as some of the most skilled Quidditch players on campus.

(Y/N), on the other hand, is not. Her broom had reacted very quickly upon saying ‘Up!’, as she is undoubtedly a talented witch. A few days into flying lessons, after everyone had successfully gotten their brooms into their hands (Atsumu found this all so boring; brooms had been at his command since he was two or three!), the first years are now working on kicking off the ground. (Y/N) is one of the students who are absolutely terrified of getting into the air. She had obviously never ridden a broom before due to her family background, but Atsumu couldn’t help but laugh and tease her for her fear.

“C’mon, (L/N)! Whatcha so scared for? Ya scared yer gonna fall outta the sky?” Atsumu calls down from above. He watches as she frowns, glowering up at him. Before she can retort, however, another voice cuts in,

“Yeah, you stupid Mudblood! What’s the big deal?” Atsumu whips his head around, a murderous scowl crossing his features. It’s Leonard Crabbe, a blood supremacist loser. Atsumu sees red.

“I’m gonna bash yer skull in, Crabbe!” Atsumu bellows, but before he can move, Osamu holds him back with a strong tug on the back of his robes.

“Madam Hooch is watchin’, ya idiot!” Osamu hisses loudly. Atsumu wrenches away from Osamu, slowly maneuvering his broom towards Crabbe in a menacing manner.

“Meet me behind the library after class today and then let’s see who yer still gonna dare to call a Mudblood,” Atsumu sneers before leaving a very terrified Crabbe floating fearfully a few feet above the ground.

(Y/N) didn’t see or hear all the commotion, however, as all of her friends had crowded around her and formed a protective barrier upon hearing someone use such a hateful term to address her. So of course, she never saw the way Atsumu peered worriedly her direction before turning away with a huff and a blush on his face.

In his second year, Atsumu found (Y/N) crying in the library after she had received bad marks on her Defense Against the Dark Arts exam.

He had needed to borrow an extra copy of his Charms textbook because he had left his somewhere in the castle, so he reluctantly made his way over to the library after classes ended for the day.

As soon as Atsumu enters the library, he’s met with Madam Pince’s suspicious stare; she’s well-aware of his reputation for trouble and would definitely be keeping an eye on him. There’s no need to, anyway, Atsumu isn’t here to cause trouble. He just needs an extra Charms textbook. Atsumu’s sauntering towards the Textbooks section when he suddenly bumps into someone.

“Watch where yer goin’,” he snaps, not even looking at the person he bumped into, but then he hears a sniff. Frowning, he looks down to see (Y/N), her eyes rimmed-red and brimming with tears.

"No,” she spits venomously. “You watch where you’re going, Miya.” Even when she’s crying, she manages to stand up to him. A considerable feat, really.

“Why are ya cryin’, (L/N)?” Atsumu asks as she tries to brush past him. “Hey.” He stops her with a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m not crying!” (Y/N) says, slapping his hand away from her. Atsumu snorts.

“And I’m not blind.” He spies a crumpled piece of paper clenched in her hand. Before she can react, he’s already snatched it out of her grip.

“Give it back, Miya!” (Y/N)’s fuming now, her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk hoarding nuts. Atsumu smiles, holding the paper high above his head.

“Nah.” He then smooths out the paper, still keeping the paper safely out of (Y/N)’s reach, and his eyes widen upon seeing the mark on a Defense Against the Dark Arts exam. P. Poor. A failing grade.

“Stop looking at it!” More tears spill down (Y/N)’s face. “It’s embarrassing, I get it!”

“…This is what yer cryin’ over?” Atsumu chortles. “C’mon, ya dumb troll. It’s one grade.” Apparently right now is not the best time to call her a ‘dumb troll’, because she starts sniffling again, and Atsumu quickly backtracks. “Nah, (L/N), don’t worry so much. It doesn’t make a difference. Yer still smart or whatever.” He allows (Y/N) to take the exam paper back, and she angrily shoves the paper into the pocket of her robes.

"I t’s the first time I’ve ever gotten a mark like it,” she says quietly.

“Like I said, it’s one grade. Loosen up.” Atsumu himself had personally gotten D for Dreadful on that exam, but he didn’t even care enough to share that bit of information with her. “You’ll do better next time. Ya better stop cryin’. Ya look like a loser.” With that, Atsumu grabs his needed Charms textbook off the shelf and walks away, leaving a very confused (but no longer crying) (Y/N) behind.

In his third year, he had come close (but not close enough) to confessing to (Y/N).

He and Osamu had arrived at Hogwarts with freshly-dyed hair, his blonde, and Osamu’s gray. Immediately, the twins’ new appearances caught the attention of many students at Hogwarts, as it is now much easier to tell the two apart. Nothing bothered the twins more than people getting them mixed up; are these people blind or something? Can’t they ever tell that the twins have different parts?

Hogwarts students have the chance to select Care of Magical Creatures as a course in their third years, and Atsumu had opted to take the class along with Osamu and Rintarou. He had always been quite fascinated with magical creatures (this interest, of course, came second to Quidditch) so upon receiving the opportunity, Atsumu had immediately made room on his timetable for it.

And low and behold, he knew there were good reasons why he chose this class. (Y/N)’s in his Care of Magical Creatures class, perfect. A chance to show off to her the knowledge he (actually, this time) has. Professor Grubbly-Plank’s classes are boring, however, as they only work with flobberworms for a good quarter of the year. At least Atsumu had gotten to stick one down Osamu’s shirt and make him scream like a little girl (let’s not talk about the time Osamu put a worm in Atsumu’s pants as revenge).

Then arrives the opportunity that Atsumu’s been waiting for. Hagrid, the gamekeeper, is invited to be a guest teacher for one session and brought in a hippogriff for the Care of Magical Creatures class to observe. When asked if anyone wants to have a go at earning the hippogriff’s respect, Atsumu had eagerly stepped up. He easily tames the hippogriff, and basks in the awed looks of his classmates (including (Y/N)!) at the ease with which he completed the task. But before Atsumu can feed his own ego with the impressed expression on (Y/N)’s face, it all ends in a split second.

A guffawing dumbass with a name Atsumu cannot recall (but he gave a black eye to after the incident) sneaks up behind the hippogriff and plucks out one of its tail hairs. With a mighty screech, the hippogriff rises onto its hind legs, waving its talons wildly, and ends up knocking over one of the nearby trees. Students scream and scramble back away from the scene, but one of the large branches snaps and knocks (Y/N) over.

“Woah, woah there, Stormtail!” Hagrid tries to calm down the hippogriff while everyone in the class crowds around (Y/N), worried for her wellbeing. Atsumu himself rushes over to her side in an instant, and she’s laying there, wide-eyed, with her arm twisted in an awkward, unpleasant angle.

“I-I’m okay,” (Y/N) stammers out, clearly holding back tears with the way she bites her lip.

“Out of the way!” Atsumu hollers as he pushes aside a few disgruntled students to reach her, panic written all over his face.

“Ah, yeh big brute, stop movin’ — “ Hagrid throws some raw meat at the hippogriff to calm it down. “Miya! Take (L/N) to the hospital wing!” Atsumu doesn’t need to be told twice. He immediately scoops (Y/N) into his arms (thanks to his Quidditch training, he is finally starting to build up some muscle, so it’s an effortless endeavor), and rushes towards the hospital wing.

“God, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill that kid,” he mutters under his breath to no one in particular. (Y/N) doesn’t say anything, her eyebrows knitted together and her lips pressed together as if trying not to scream in pain. Even for wizards and witches, broken bones hurt just as much. “Hang in there, (L/N). We’re almost there.”

Madam Pomfrey blanches immediately at the sight of (Y/N)’s broken arm as Atsumu sprints in with her in his arms. “Put her down! Quick!” she orders, and Atsumu obeys, placing (Y/N)’s body on the nearest hospital bed.

Atsumu is preparing to leave when he hears her say in a small voice, “Miya…” He pauses, turning around.

“What?”

“Thanks.” (Y/N) offers him a tiny, genuine smile. Not mocking or sarcastic or ironic. Very unlike the smiles she’s given him so far. Atsumu’s cheeks color.

“(L/N)…” In the background, Madam Pomfrey is bustling around the hospital wing, gathering materials for mending (Y/N)’s arm. But Atsumu can only hear the sound of his heart beating, the erratic rhythm of his own breaths — “I li — get well soon.” A look of confusion crosses (Y/N)’s face, but she nor Atsumu have time to dwell on his words before Madam Pomfrey ushers Atsumu out of the hospital wing, telling him that (Y/N) needs to rest.

The next time Atsumu sees (Y/N), he tells her that she looks like the ugliest goblin at Gringotts.

In his fourth year, he started indulging in girls’ attraction to him.

He’s now fourteen, tall and muscular for his age thanks to hours and hours of Quidditch. He’s no longer the tiny, scrawny boy that many had looked down at upon hearing that he’ll be one of Slytherin’s Beaters.

It’s also been four years since he’s met (Y/N), the girl he’s been longing after for the entire period, and he has made little to no progress with her because he always manages to take three large steps back after a single baby step forward.

He is growing impatient, now. (Y/N)’s still not remotely interested in him, while many other girls are. They’re always hanging around him, batting their eyelashes and giggling shrilly at everything he says. Atsumu couldn’t help but let this all inflate his already-large ego ten-fold. Who could blame them, though? He knows he’s eye candy. He knows he’s attractive. And maybe this would help him forget about (Y/N).

He starts taking girls into Hogsmeade. Not just one at a time. There’s a whole gaggle of them, following him to Honeydukes and Zonko’s, buying him whatever he pleases with their own money. They hang onto his every word and treasure every bit of his attention.

And for a while, he thinks it’s working. There are girls everywhere, following him from class to class, attending all his Quidditch practices and games to cheer him on, tripping over themselves to rush to Hogsmeade and spend time trailing him like lost puppy dogs. Atsumu finds this all very, very amusing. So amusing, that he almost thinks that he’s forgotten all about (Y/N).

Until one snowy Saturday, he’s surrounded by his usual group of girls, giggling and squealing over being able to spend time with the one and only Atsumu Miya, when he hears (Y/N)’s familiar, sweet laugh. He freezes, and not from the cold.

She’s standing by Honeydukes with a package of chocolates in her gloved hands, her face tinted gorgeously pink from the cold. She’s bundled up in a warm winter coat and her Ravenclaw scarf, and is accompanied by a few of her friends. (Y/N) doesn’t even look at him, not even once, and she’s not doing anything special or remarkable in just standing there and talking, but he can’t tear his eyes away.

It’s in that moment that Atsumu knew in his heart that he’s never getting ‘over’ her.

Ignoring the cries of his fan club, Atsumu returns to Hogwarts early that day.

In his fifth year, Atsumu tried to ask (Y/N) to the Yule Ball.

It is Hogwart’s turn to host the Triwizard Tournament, which is only held once every five years. Only students aged seventeen or older could compete, and Atsumu had sulked about that fact for days, as he is only fifteen. He had sulked even deeper when he heard that one of the traditional activities for the Triwizard Tournament is the Yule Ball, in which students attend a formal dance. He knows that he’ll have to fend off girls that will try to somehow coerce him into going with them.

And sure enough, on the first day after the Yule Ball was announced, Atsumu had already rejected around twenty girls that had decided to shoot their shot. When Atsumu informed Osamu of his woes (Osamu had received lots of invitations as well, but he had managed to shut them all down by lying that he already had a date, something that Atsumu hadn’t thought to do), Osamu had simply laughed.

“Nah, yer lyin’. Who would wanna go to the ball with ya? Yer ugly.”

“Shut up, ‘Samu, we have the same fuckin’ face.”

Atsumu is honestly considering not going to the Ball at all; he thinks it sounds perpetually boring. He doesn’t know how to nor does he want to learn how to dance. The only thing interesting about this whole Triwizard Tournament thing is competing — which he obviously isn’t allowed to do.

Then he receives a rude awakening in the middle of Quidditch practice. Literally. A Bludger clobbers him in the head and suddenly, he can think clearly. Even as his teammates shout at him, the only thought on Atsumu’s mind is of is how he’s going to ask (Y/N) to the Yule Ball.

He goes to the library right after practice, where (Y/N)’s bound to be, and to his shock, he finds Durmstrang’s Champion, Omar Snowbell, sitting across from her, watching her study. (Y/N) doesn’t seem all that comfortable with a big, hulking dude observing her, but she makes no move to tell him to go away. And knowing her, she would tell someone to screw off if she didn’t like their presence.

“Oi, (L/N),” he calls out to her. She looks up from her textbook, and the Durmstrang guy also turns, looking at Atsumu. Now, at this point, Atsumu is no shrimp, but he’s still nothing compared to the giant that is Snowbell. Snowbell frowns, slow and unsure, as if his brain runs a meter an hour.

“Miya,” she greets plainly.

“Are ya goin’ to the Yule Ball?” Atsumu questions.

“Not planning on it,” (Y/N) replies, looking back down at her book.

“Well of course, no one’s asked ya, have they?” At Atsumu’s rather cruel comment, (Y/N) glances up again, annoyed.

“What’s your problem?” she grumbles.

“Oh, come on, just go with m — “

“(L/N), would you do me the absolute honor of going to the ball with me?” Snowbell cuts in. Atsumu snorts. What a fucking nerd. Who the hell asks girls out like that? Surely (Y/N) would think he’s a loser and say —

“Sure.” As she beams up at Snowbell, Atsumu’s jaw hits the floor. Did this big oaf just ask his girl to the ball right in front of him?

“What the hell — “ Before Atsumu can continue, Snowbell suddenly gets to his feet. He towers over Atsumu, flexing his large muscles menacingly.

“Got an issue, pretty boy?” Snowbell narrows his eyes. Atsumu isn’t scared of this barbarian who likely has the brain size of a pea. On the contrary, he’s down to rumble with him if it comes down to it. But then he spies (Y/N), peering in concern at Snowbell, and he decides it’s not worth it. He doesn’t want to make her worry.

“No. Nothing at all.” With that, Atsumu turns on his heel and strides out of the library, frustrated upon admitting yet another defeat.

Seeing (Y/N) dance at the ball in the arms of the Durmstrang Champion while he had a random groupie with him was one of the most infuriating experiences of Atsumu’s fifteen years of life so far.

On the contrary, witnessing her reject Snowbell’s advances for anything other dancing brought satisfaction to him. So Atsumu hadn’t lost her just yet.

Finally, in his sixth year came Atsumu’s most recent attempt at admitting his feelings to (Y/N).

Valentine’s Day is a holiday that he despises. He’s been sent boxes and boxes of chocolates and candies spiked with love potion over the years that he’s never hesitated to throw away (he’s really not that stupid) and he finds the whole ordeal quite meaningless. It’s just another excuse for silly girls to come too close for comfort.

For a few weeks leading up to the occasion, the street peddlers in Hogsmeade had put enchanted flowers for sale, their colored petals shining and glittering temptingly with utmost beauty and vibrancy. Every color of the rainbow of every species of flower lined their carts. Girls would stand near the carts and gush about how badly they wanted their boyfriends or hopeful love interests to buy a bouquet for them.

“Any girl would fall in love with someone that gave her such a gorgeous bouquet!” Atsumu hears one girl sigh dreamily. He stills on the spot, casting glances at Osamu and Rintarou (he has stopped going to Hogsmeade with his fan club; he finds it incredibly dull and frustrating).

“Did ya hear that?” Atsumu bristles in excitement.

“Ya can’t be serious.” Osamu rolls his eyes. “Buying a bouquet isn’t gonna make (L/N) fall for yer dumb self.”

“Fuck you,” Atsumu snaps. “I’m desperate at this point.”

“Yeah, we know,” hums Rintarou, earning a dirty look from Atsumu.

“I need to find out what kind of flowers she likes.” Atsumu now has a mission. Osamu and Rintarou sigh in exasperation, knowing that this is about to end disastrously once again.

A few weeks later, on Valentine’s Day, Atsumu is strolling up to the street peddlers, money in hand, ready to purchase a bouquet for (Y/N). After chatting a bit with one of her roommates, he found out that her favorite flowers are red roses. And thus, he picks the largest, brightest, most gorgeous set of crimson roses he can find, and hands over five Galleons in return for the enchanted flowers. These blossoms will never die, but unlike fake flowers you could find in Muggle supermarkets, they are real flowers that emit a fragrant smell and feel soft and velvety to the touch. Atsumu quickly checks the stems for thorns, and is pleased to find none. The last thing he wants is for (Y/N) to accept them and get poked by a stray thorn.

He knows (Y/N) will be in The Three Broomsticks based on the information he had gathered from her roommate, and sure enough, when he walks into the pub, she’s sitting at a table with a group of her friends. She’s happily sipping a butterbeer and conversing with Madam Rosmerta, the pub owner.

Flowers in hand, Atsumu strides up to her table. With each step, he feels himself lose more and more confidence. Would it actually work out this time? A nagging voice in his head tells him no. By the time he reaches (Y/N)’s table, his hands are shaking around the bouquet, palms slick with sweat and fingers slipping from the stems.

“Oi.” His voice comes out louder than expected, and (Y/N) and Madam Rosmerta pause their conversation to glance at him. (Y/N)’s friends also turn their attention to him. Atsumu feels heat gather in his cheeks. “Um.” He thrusts the everlasting blossoms in (Y/N)’s face. “Yer — yer favorite flowers are red roses, right?” Shocked, she blinks a few times before uttering,

“Yes…?”

“Really, now?!” Panic now taking over Atsumu’s whole being, he suddenly draws back the bouquet, tripping over his words and his own feet. “Well — good to know!” After a brief moment of awkward flailing, he rushes out of the pub, clutching the flowers to his chest for dear life.

Atsumu ends up giving the flowers to his senior, Tooru Oikawa, who proceeds to use them to (successfully) confess to his long-time crush, Hajime Iwaizumi.

At least someone ended up happy on that Valentine’s Day.

Atsumu wakes up late.

When his eyes finally peel open, his dormitory is empty. That means everyone’s already at breakfast, and —

“Fuck!”

— if he doesn’t get ready fast, he’ll be late for his date with you, too!

Atsumu continues to curse rapidly under his breath as he sprints into the bathroom to take a quick shower. He frantically shampoos his blonde hair at record pace, hands working through his locks as fast as he can. As soon as the bubbles disappear from his hair, he’s turning off the water and throwing a towel over his lower half. He uses a second towel to wring out his still-soaked hair while he brushes his teeth at lightning speed. Sprinting across the dormitory to his trunk, he retrieves the first set of casual clothing he can find — a gray hooded sweatshirt and a pair of jeans — and hurries back to the bathroom to throw them on.

Now he’s inspecting his appearance. His impromptu clothing choice is passable. He looks and feels clean and not like he had just woken up less than ten minutes ago. But then he remembers the way you had described his hair last night… ‘piss-colored’.

Shit. Is my hair really piss-colored?

Atsumu frowns, running a hand through his still-damp hair. He doesn’t like the fact that you compared his hair color to pee. Perhaps it’s finally time to make a change after four years of sporting the same hairstyle.

Picking up his wand, Atsumu points it at his hair, grimacing at the way its color does seem to resemble piss the more he looks at it. “Colovaria.” Instantly, his hair lightens and neutralizes to a much more pleasant shade of beach blonde. Atsumu spends a few seconds considering a few angles of his new hair and decides that it suits him much better. Maybe he’ll even his hair grow out a little; keeping it at the same length for years upon years has gotten a little boring.

With that, he grabs his wallet and stuffs it along with his wand into the pocket of his jeans. Now he’s on his merry (and slightly rushed) way down the moving staircases to the Great Hall. Students are filtering out of the large double doors already, as breakfast is over. Atsumu hopes you didn’t leave early or think that he had ditched you on purpose.

Then he runs smack-dab into Osamu.

“Hey.” Osamu does a double-take as he considers Atsumu’s new appearance. “Nice hair.”

“Yeah, I know.” Atsumu rolls his eyes. “Have ya seen (L/N)? We’re supposed to be headin’ to Hogsmeade soon — “

“The hell ya talkin’ about? We have Quidditch practice, Captain,” Osamu deadpans. Atsumu’s heart sinks into his stomach. He had completely forgotten about practice today. “We have a game in a week. Pull yerself together, for fuck’s sake.”

“Goddammit.” Atsumu groans, carding his fingers through his hair in frustration. “I’ve gotta cancel my plans, then. Damn. Do ya think she’ll be mad — “

“Relax, dumbass. Ya know (L/N) won’t get angry over dumb shit like this.” Osamu ‘tsks’. “Yer literally the Captain. Yer the one who set the practice dates, genius. So don’t ya go complainin’.”

“M'not,” Atsumu grouches. “I just didn’t think that I’d end up almost goin’ out with her today. Fuck. I screwed myself over.” Osamu simply nods with a sardonic grin and sends his brother on his way. Atsumu continues to mope as he slowly makes his way towards you. He gets a multitude of compliments on his hair, but he ignores them, dreading how he has to cancel the plans. And to think, he’d gotten so close to taking you out on a real date…

“Hey, (L/N).” You turn around upon hearing Atsumu call your name.

“Hi.” You’re smiling brightly. “I like the new hair. It suits you.”

“Thanks.” Atsumu hesitantly smiles back. You’re extra cute today in your casual clothing of a soft, cotton sweater paired with a pleated skirt. Atsumu’s heart aches.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, noticing the worry that mars Atsumu’s features. He clears his throat, eyebrows knitting together nervously.

“Sorry, I completely forgot I scheduled Quidditch practice for today,” he mumbles guiltily. “I-I’m really sorry, (L/N). I just — I didn’t know —“

“It’s okay.” You’re still smiling, albeit a little less enthusiastically, but kindly nonetheless. “We can go next month. There’s a visit scheduled before the holidays, anyway.” You motion to your friends, who are all observing your conversation with Atsumu like angry hawks stalking for prey. “If you need something from Honeydukes, I can ask one of them to bring it back for you.” Atsumu laughs nervously when he makes brief eye contact with Shimizu, whose skepticism and dislike shows all over her face.

“No, it’s alright.” Atsumu turns his focus back to you before mentally breathing a huge sigh of relief. Osamu was right. You’re not the type to get genuinely riled up over the slightest things. “Thank for understandin'. I’ll see ya around. I’ve gotta get to practice.” For once in his life, he is cursing the fact that he has to play Quidditch.

“Wait!” He pauses in his tracks when he hears you call out to him. You hand him a few breakfast rolls and a plate of sausages. “I know you didn’t eat breakfast this morning. You can’t practice on an empty stomach.” Atsumu never thought he’d fall in love with you all over again just by you handing him breakfast. As it turns out, he was dead wrong.

“Thanks.” His stomach is doing somersaults and flips so he’s not even sure if he’ll be able to keep the food down at this point, but you look so concerned that he quickly wolfs down the food you gave him. His efforts are rewarded by your satisfied nod.

“Good luck at practice. Maybe I’ll swing by after I study for my Astronomy exam.” With that, you send him one more breathtaking smile before leaving him to join your friends, who are still watching the pair of you, all while giggling and whispering among themselves, except for Shimizu, of course, who gives him a pointed look that screams 'I'm watching you'.

“Damn, tough luck huh, lover boy?” Futakuchi suddenly appears next to him, a smug smirk on his face. “Quidditch practice instead of a hot date?”

“Fuck off,” Atsumu so eloquently tells him.

“I can’t believe someone like (L/N) is actually into you.” Futakuchi snorts. “Thought she had taste. Guess I was wrong.”

“Excuse me?” Atsumu can feel his temper rising. He is still a little pissed at Futakuchi from last night, and now he’s rubbing salt in a fresh wound.

“Do you even know how to take care of a girl?” The brunette raises his eyebrows. “Last time I checked, Atsumu Miya doesn’t do relationships.”

“I can learn, for her,” Atsumu responds, unwavering. “There's a first time for everythin'. Besides, I didn’t know that yer this interested in my love life.”

“Nah.” Futakuchi shrugs. “You know, you’re not the only one who has a thing for (L/N). So don’t think you’re so special.”

“Too bad for them, then.” The tall blonde sneers. “Tell them to get in line.”

“Please.” Futakuchi laughs. “You don’t know what it’s like to have a girlfriend. You don’t know how to treat her, or any girl for that matter, right. You’re as inexperienced with relationships as any first year in this castle.”

“Shut up.” Atsumu’s jaw tightens.

“I’m right.” The brunette looks so awfully, awfully, smug. “It’s only a matter of time before (L/N) realizes that despite all your talk and reputation, you’d be a shit partner. Have fun while you can.” Without giving Atsumu a chance to retaliate, Futakuchi casually saunters away.

Atsumu’s fist clenches and unclenches. Clench. Unclench. Clench. Unclench.

As much as he tries not to let Futakuchi’s words get the best of him, he can’t help but remember every last one, each syllable echoing tauntingly in his mind.

About thirty minutes later, he’s down on the Quidditch pitch, commanding his team.

“Taichi, I want ya to practice your saves. RinRin, Omi, Tomu — line up near the goal posts and take turns throwin’ the Quaffle. Tobio, I’m releasin’ the Snitch and I want it found in three minutes. I’m keeping time. Yes, wear your gloves. ‘Samu, we’ll be running Bludger drills, let me just get Tobio started — “ Atsumu pauses as his thoughts decide to give him a bitter reminder that he could be at Hogsmeade with you right now, had it not been for Quidditch practice. Atsumu suddenly feels quite irritated; not a good mindset for a captain.

“Um… Captain?” Kageyama asks hesitantly, as Atsumu was supposed to release the Snitch but never did.

“Fuck, sorry, Tobio.” Atsumu immediately undoes the safety straps that lock the Snitch in and sends it fluttering into the air. Kageyama mounts his broom and shoots into the air, with Atsumu hitting ‘Start’ on the stopwatch in his hand.

“’Samu, release the Bludgers for me,” Atsumu requests. Osamu gives a grunt of compliance. The Captain observes his players, his gaze first trained on Kageyama soaring about up in the clouds, searching for the Snitch. He then glances at the Chasers and Taichi, who are doing well with their drill.

Atsumu and Osamu mount their brooms, Beater bats in hand, as they prepare to rally the large black balls as part of their drill. Osamu smacks one of the Bludgers in Atsumu’s direction, which he immediately sends straight back. The distance between the two grows and grows, with each resounding SMACK! requiring more power to send the ball back to the other person.

“I’ve got the Snitch!” Kageyama announces, and Atsumu quickly checks the timer. Two minutes and ten seconds.

“Good!” he praises his Seeker. Kageyama hands him the caught Snitch, and Atsumu throws it into the air a second time. “Try under two minutes!”

All in all, Atsumu is able to drown himself in the game he loves most. Especially now that he’s Captain, he has to take responsibility for the team and can’t be caught slacking.

Practice proceeds for its first two hours without many hiccups. Taichi’s making consistent saves, the three Chasers are throwing with good accuracy, Tobio’s finding the Snitch quickly, Atsumu and Osamu have yet to break their rally of Bludgers. Atsumu feels good about his team. He truly feels that they have the potential to completely clobber Hufflepuff next week —

Is that Kenji fucking Futakuchi talking to you in the stands.

Atsumu whirls around, not paying attention to the Bludgers, which whiz by and graze his cheek.

“Eyes on the Bludgers, ‘Tsumu!” Osamu shouts, and Atsumu growls but tears his gaze away from where Kenji Futakuchi seems to be having a very interesting conversation with you.

And suddenly, as Futakuchi whispers something in your ear and motions towards Atsumu, with you sending him a look laced with hesitation and apprehension, Atsumu feels something within him break.

What if Futakuchi is right?

He was correct that Atsumu has never been in a relationship. He doesn’t date. He doesn’t know what constitutes a real relationship beyond the label. Why did he think that he’d be able to commit so fast and so easily, even if you’re the girl he’s been in love with for years? This shit doesn’t come as easily as it looks. Maybe he’s not ready. And you don’t deserve to have to wait for him. You deserve someone who’s wholeheartedly ready to love you for the rest of your life without a shadow of doubt in their mind.

“’Tsumu! Focus!” Osamu yells as another Bludger nearly hits Atsumu squarely in the chest.

No. You’ve been selfish long enough, keepin’ other guys away from her and not lettin’ anyone near her. And now that ya finally have a chance, yer not fuckin’ ready. Loser. Frustrated, Atsumu smacks a Bludger extra-hard, and Osamu barely avoids getting clobbered in the stomach. Ya go cryin’ over a girl for seven years and now ya don’t even know how to treat her. What the hell.

Finally, guilt starts to build up in his chest. All those years of bothering you, provoking you, annoying you — did he deserve you after all of that? You never even had to give him the time of day, and he should consider himself lucky that he's maintained a lick of your attention after all this time.

He thinks back to the trip down memory lane that his brain had decided to take on him the previous night. God, he really doesn’t know how to act around you. And now he thinks he should be the one you want? He had hardly even given you the chance to choose anyone but himself.

Atsumu's made it clear since the beginning that he's interested in you (to everyone else but you, apparently) and the rest of the school were (mostly) respectful enough to acknowledge that. But when did he actually get the right to keep others away from you like that? Never.

He doesn’t deserve to have you smile at him. He doesn’t deserve to have you worry about him. He doesn’t deserve to even have you consider the possibility of loving him. Is this fate playing a cruel trick on him? Showing him something he could have, but maliciously tearing it away with the realization that he’s so undeserving?

“Good job today.” His voice sounds disembodied as he addresses his team with a hollowed, unfeeling tone at the end of practice. “Keep up the hard work. We’ll regroup on Monday for another practice.”

Then Atsumu stalks off the Quidditch pitch without another word. He thinks he can vaguely hear you calling his name, but he doesn’t look back. To be humbled by the fact that he’s been wildly selfish and horrible to the person who he loves the most, is not an easy pill to swallow.

"Atsumu! Atsumu! Wait!" You're suddenly right behind him, and you grab his arm in an attempt to slow him down. "Jeez, why did you leave so quickly?" You don't sound unhappy with him in the slightest, which means that either Futakuchi hadn't been saying bad things about him, or that you simply don't care. Atsumu relaxes a tiny bit.

"Ah, sorry." He turns around, the self-deprecating thoughts slowly leaving his mind one-by-one upon seeing the soft smile beginning to settle on your face.

"I came all the way down here and you were about to run away?" you muse, and Atsumu quickly shakes his head.

"It's not like that, (Y/N). It's just — "

"Don't worry, nothing Futakuchi said upset me." Atsumu stills at your words. "You were concerned about that, weren't you?"

"...Maybe," he admits after a moment.

"Relax, Miya. You've got your faults — I know that for sure — but it's not anyone's perfect either. Everything Futakuchi said was what I already know." You roll your eyes. "So stop frowning, idiot. You're gonna get wrinkles." Atsumu immediately unfurls his eyebrows.

"I don't want to lose you," he confesses quietly. "Not now, when we're finally not at each others' throats every hour of the day."

"Put more faith in me. Nothing more can happen if you don't trust me the way you want me to trust you." You suddenly reach for his hand, squeezing it softly with your own.

"Just to make sure, yer finally acceptin' my feelings... right?" Atsumu asks a bit uncertainly, unable to look away from where your smaller hand grasps his.

"Not just accepting them. I'm thinking there might be a possibility I could return them," you explain rather boldly, and Atsumu's lungs suddenly constrict with a combination of surprise and excitement. "So don't give up on me yet, okay?"

"...Okay..." Atsumu whispers, his previous doubts fading. Indeed, his past self had completely undeserving of your affection. He was selfish, only thinking for himself when he practically begged for your attention every day with the way he treated you instead of concerning himself with how you might've felt. Atsumu simply never thought you would feel the same way for him, yet that was no excuse for his act throughout the years. He just wished that he had realized all of this sooner; maybe then he wouldn't have had to deal with so much uncertainty.

"Stop thinking so hard. I can tell that the gears in your small brain are turning real hard," you mock him using one of his own lines.

"Hey!" Atsumu exclaims, appalled. He pauses for a moment, trying to think of something intelligent to say. "You... meant it, right? That yer givin' me a chance?"

"I meant every word I said, Miya." You let out a small sigh. "Don't waste it."

"I won't."

He won't. He'll make it all up to you, and finally become someone who is deserving of your love.

Atsumu makes this promise to himself as the pair of you walk back towards the castle, hand-in-hand.

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dating suna be like

pairing: suna x reader

a/n: random dating suna drabbles because i <3 him. this was intitially gonna be some plot but it turned into entirely too many suna thoughts so- (more under cut) might do a part 2 idk

Dating Suna fun. Like all y’all do is chill and vibe but it’s never boring. The relationship is literally like dating the bestie. He probably calls you the homie to his friends. He will and does turn linking with them down to hang out with you (he genuinely enjoys spending time with you m—as u should when you’re dating someone lol). Half the time y’all just be chilling in each other’s presence mind your own business. Just sitting on the couch and he probably has he legs draped over your lap and whenever either of you see something funny you can just wordlessly hand your phone over to the other. I feel like you two would develop a similar sense of humor just by dating so he lets out a little low chuckle and smirk and just shakes his head handing your phone back.

If he’s gaming and has you over he always has one ear off so he can hear you talking to him. He mutes the mic when he chimes in. He doesn’t need the boys clowning if he slips up and says something cute

He’s the type of bf that’s like “excuse me” (mentally cause he not finna really day it) and loves you out the way with his hand on your waist/lower back. If he wants attention he damn near grinds against you (like you really ain’t have to do all that to get past lmfao). If you look at him like 🤨 he’s all “yeah my bad 😹”

Teases you like “you know your Megan but do you have Megan knees” (he saw that tik tok and spoiler—you don’t have them Megan knees. Fight him ❤️) Just mention how he’s done 5 strokes in and it’s all good. These roast sessions are funny and they happen a lot. Y’all have done the “it’s the for me” (without recording) it before. Or y’all do it a lot but it’s all love.

“ Yo (Y/N)” “What do you want?” “If you were a bug I’d step on you ❤️”

Hates driving so he makes you do it. You become his chauffeur. Whenever it’s “alright so who’s gonna drive,” he’s going to get your keys for you like a gentleman. He controls the aux though. He’ll sprinkle some songs you like in between his playlist bc he cares and likes seeing that little smile when your song comes on and you just vibing. He always has the seat reclined back pretty far (even when he is driving)

When y’all occasionally go out to parties he kinda just has his arm casually around your shoulder other hand holding a drink. If he’s still sober that’s as far as it go tbh. Y’all not really into the kissing PDA. But he will lean to whisper in your ear if he gotta tell you something. Will also do it to /badly/ rap some rap verse to you that’s playing. “Please don’t quit volleyball to become a rapper”You gotta get a few drinks in him to get him to dance fr. But if you throw it back he knows how to catch it just know that. Somewhere deep in the crevice of Atsumu’s phone there’s a video of you and Suna straight drunk, getting a lil touchy while dancing. (Bonus: y’all practice it in the bathroom mirror sometimes. Get a hype song playing and y’all both in a good mood and just feel oddly hype— yeah. Has the phone in one hand, other on your hip.)

Hes has a soundcloud and once made a song that was so bad that you forever clown him. You don’t let him live it down. He deleted that shit so fast. You straight hurt his feelings. “Babe come listen to this”

“LMFAO what is this garbage”

It gets awkwardly silent and you realize it’s him. You laugh so hard tears form. You can barely breathe as you ask if that’s really him.

Suna: nothing but pain

You tell him don’t he ever do that again in his life.

He looks good in anything he wears really. Does have a signature of either gray or black sweats though. Wears a tight black tee. Anyways at some point y’all get thin matching gold chains. His has a super tiny pendant. It’s the first letter of your name. When I say it’s a small letter, it’s small. Like you’d only see it if you were standing pretty close to him and purposely looking for it. He keeps it tucked under his shirt most of the time but sometimes it do dangle in your face and it’s like “damn I bagged him 🥰”. Your chain has a R on it is it’s bigger than his (but don’t worry not like obnoxiously big)

When you sleep you sleep with your backs to each other. Whenever he has to get up super early for practice he does wake you up to say bye (like it’s not 6am 😐). He wakes you up right when he’s up so his voice is all deep and sleepy as he just presses a kiss on the back of your shoulder before mumbling “Got practice. I’ll be back later” in your ear. This doesn’t happen all the time but sometimes when he’s hit with how good you are and how lucky he is he’d follow it up by softly gripping your jaw to place a soft and sleepy kiss on your lips. Those days are followed with soft “love yous” instead of the usual “see you later”

Whenever either of you has to travel or go away for an extended period of time y’all always end with “be safe”. It’s not the delirious morning “I love you” but still means the world. If you’re going together the two of you show up to airports in black hoodies and sweats. He always has his hood up and if it has strings he’ll pull them. Ifs it’s early he sleeps on your shoulder. Yes it starts to hurt and fall asleep but he’s cute when he’s not talking so ❤️

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YOSHAAAAAA!!! I’M A THRIST MAMA READER ABOUT INARIZAKI WHICH BY THE WAY I LOVE UR RECENT HCS! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! can i request another inarizaki related?👉👈🥺 a one-shot will do about full of crack and plantonic relationship! It’s about 3rd years’ graduation!

◣ sora’s memo◥ Thank you uwu, I’m glad that you enjoyed my previous hcs. This is actually longer than I expected lmao. I also added some slight angst because I feel angsty the time I wrote this but that’s only a little angst, if your squint you’ll see it. Anyways here’s your request! I hope that you’ll like it and will enjoy uwu. Stay safe and take care always my loves~ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Our last bonding together

word count: 3,534 words

genre: fluff, crack, and slight angst

⚠warning⚠: slight swearing and UNEDITED

Today will be the last day that Kita and his fellow third year teammates would be having a lunch with the whole team. This would be also the last time that Kita will be giving advice to the team as their captain. The role of being the captain will be pass down to Atsumu. The other teammates were worried at first but when Kita told them the reason why Atsumu was chosen to be the captain made the team at ease. Kita believes in Atsumu’s potential as a captain which made the blonde boy more relaxed.

Tomorrow is the graduation of the 3rd years, so technically, tomorrow is their last day with the team but you being their manager you requested a lunch with the team today to celebrate their graduation and also bond with the third years before they part ways. And you being the manager that they all precious, (even Suna but he is just lowkey) agreed to your request but they have a condition (mostly it’s Atsumu). The get together will be on your house and you will cook for their lunch. Osamu volunteered to help you so he could improve and learn some tips from you in cooking. Since your house has a large backyard and also had this ‘outdoor kitchen’, you happily agree to their condition.

So now, here you are in the know preparing the ingredients you need for the foods you will be cooking, you also have received a message from Osamu that he and his twin are almost there in your house. So, you quickly the vegetables you need and started to cook the rice. More minutes passed by, with you chopping the vegetables, you’ve got another text from Osamu that they are already in front of your house. You washed your hands and went back inside your so you could go to the front of the house. When you opened the gate and saw the gray and blonde headed twin standing outside. Osamu is wearing the red track jacket of the team and under the jacket is a plain black shirt paired with a pale blue ripped jeans and a black high cute converse while his twin brother, Atsumu, is wearing a plain white shirt under his track jacket and it is paired with a black ripped jeans and white shoes.

“Hey, y/n! wassup”

“good morning, y/n, I brought the other ingredients you needed”

The twins greeted you when you have opened the gate and Osamu showed the plastic filled with the ingredients you have texted to him to buy on the way.

“Hi guys! Welcome to our family’s house and thank you, Osamu” you welcomed them and made way for them to enter. The twins went inside your house and as soon as they entered, they were fascinated with the interior and on how huge your house is.

“Wow, y/n, you never told us that you have this huge house” Atsumu said as he roams his eyes around the living room of your house. You chuckled at his reaction while Osamu rolled his eyes on his twin brother’s remarks.

“Well you’ve never asked me though” you answered making the blonde boy scrunch his nose with your answer. Osamu looks around your house and noticed that he has not seen your parents or anyone around the house except but you.

“Where are your parents?” the gray-haired boy asked you.

“My parents is at work today whule my older brother lives in his dorm in Tokyo then my other older brother is staying over with his friend today” you explained making the twins nod their heads.

“How about maids? Don’t you guys have maids?” Atsumu asked out of curiosity. You shook your head as answer to his question.

“My parents don’t want to hire maids because they want us to learn to do the house chores and not rely on other people to do it, so when do general cleaning, it’s like the death of us” you explained.

“well that’s kind of brutal but at the same time good for practicing independency” Atsumu commented.

“So where are we gonna eat our lunch?” Osamu said as he noticed that the inside kitchen is clean and there are no plates on the table in the dining area.

“We will eat our lunch on our backyard.” You answered the boy as you lead the way to the door that will make you three go to the backyard of the house.

“Where do you cook?” he questioned again.

“There’s a kitchen outside” you said which left the twins amazed, especially Osamu. He wished he could have two kitchens, that would be his paradise. With your lead, the three of you have reached the backyard of the house. You and Osamu went straight to the outdoor kitchen while Atsumu roamed around as he is so impressed with how wide your backyard is.

“WOW Y/N! YOUR BACKYARD IS HUGE!” Atsumu commented as he run around the backyard like when Rapunzel first timed to leave her tower. Osamu hummed as an agreement to his twin’s statement.

“Yeah, Y/N your backyard is huge even this kitchen.” He complimented the interior of the house, making you smile. “If ever I would have a kitchen like this, it will be heaven” Osamu joked making you chuckled and just shook your head with the twins’ fascination on your backyard and outdoor kitchen. Either more, you and Osamu started to cook and prepare for the lunch while Atsumu is still acting like a child and continued running around the backyard. You and Osamu started cooking for the team’s lunch while Atsumu explores your backyard, he also plays the role of the taste tester.

Soon, the member of the team started texting you as they have arrived r your house, you told Atsumu to open the gate for them and lead them to the backyard. Osamu is setting the table while you are doing the finishing touches of the food. You now hear the noises of boys talking to each other and being fascinated by the house and backyard. You now put the last food you and Osamu cooked on the huge and long picnic table.

“Woah, that’s a lot of food!” Akagi was astonished when he saw the foods on the table. You and Osamu greeted the whole team and they greeted you back.

“Suna, suna, look how big y/n’s backyard, we can play volleyball here!” Atsumu said as he run across the yard while Suna follows Atsumu with his eyes and stood beside you.

“Yeah, you have a big house, Y/n” Suna complimented as he roams his gray narrow eyes. You just laugh it off the comment and said a shy thank you. This is actually your first-time inviting friends in your ever since your 1st year of middle school. You never invited your friends or classmates in middle school but since the whole Inarizaki volleyball club is precious to you, you gladly invited them to your house.

“by the way, Y/N, where are your parents?” Kita asked you, making you to look at the captain from your back.

“oh, they are at work, Kita-san” you answered and the boy just nodded.

“well, let’s now eat these foods before it gets cold” Kita stated as he took a seat on the table while the other followed their captain. You called for Atsumu and Ojiro, who’s roaming around the backyard, and told them it’s time to eat. The two immediately went back to the long table and took their seat.

“Thank you for the food!” everyone thanked and they started digging in to the foods while you observe their reaction as the they take a bite to the foods you cooked. Even though you had made them a bento box before, you’re still nervous to what would be their reaction with your cooking now.

“this curry taste good!”

“hmm! You’re really good at cooking, y/n-san!” the team complimented. This made you feel relieved, knowing the whole team liked your cooking.

“Well, I wouldn’t be able to finish cooking these foods without the help Osamu” you acknowledge the gray headed man, who’s busy eating beside you. Osamu looked at you and gave you a soft smile which made you blush a little.

“I’m glad I could help you, Y/N-san” he winked at you that made you blush even more, if that could even happen, and this made his other teammates ‘ooh’-ed. Osamu rarely flirts with you, it’s mostly Atsumu who always gives cheesy lines that’s why you’re not used to it if Osamu flirted with you.

“Osamu, you’re such a flirt!” Atsumu commented at his twin’s remarks.

“So, what did Atsumu do here in your house? Did he help you guys?” Aran questioned you both Osamu.

“He didn’t do anything” Osamu bluntly answered Aran’s question which made the whole team let out “knew it” like they’ve expected it from Atsumu.

“HEY! I helped you guys, I brought out the things you need that was left inside the house” his twin brother protested as soon he heard Osamu’s answer. “I even grilled the yakitori and yakiniku” he added which made you shook your head as a denial.

“you put the yakitori and yakiniku on the grill the left!” you complained while the whole team watches as you and Osamu teams up against Atsumu.

“Oh, that’s why the other yakitori and yainiku look slightly burned” Ginijima sudden realization as he looks at the grilled chicken meat, pork and beef.

“Yeah! after putting them on the griller, he left and started roaming around the backyard again” you affirmed making Atsumu whined.

“Yah, Suna backed me up here” Atsumu calls Suna, who’s enjoying the tempura. Suna just gave him a glance and continued eating.

“You’re alone there, Atsumu” he said and took another bite of tempura making you chuckled.

“Atsumu, you should have helped Y/N and Osamu” Kita spoke making Atsumu looked at him with disbelief while you just chuckled.

For the whole time, you and the whole member of the club ate lunch and joke around each other. Suna always roast Atsumu whenever the blonde guy tries to say a joke and Osamu sometimes join Suna in roasting his twin brother which could lead to an argument with the two. When they sense the twin would start arguing, Kita will interfere and the twins would immediately stop.

After eating lunch, the other members went to the backyard and they started playing and chasing each other, while you were left behind to put the dishes on the sink. Osamu and Kita volunteered to help you in washing the dishes and cleaning up. You happily accepted their offer and assigned Osamu in washing the dishes then Kita on cleaning the table up while you dry the dishes.

After cleaning up, the three of you joined them who’s now playing dodgeball. The three of you stood beside Ginjima and Riseki, and watch Suna and Aran teaming up to make Atsumu lose the game.

“Why are you guys only targeting me?! hit Akagi-san too!” he complained as he kept on dodging the ball while Akagi is just following Atsumu goes back and forth.

“Our goal is to make you out of the game first, but–“ Suna halted then threw the ball to Akagi, catching the boy off-guard and getting hit by the ball. “you suggested to hit Akagi-san first, so I will take your request” Suna continued making Akagi groan while you and the other team let out an ‘ooh’.

“this is getting more interesting” you commented while Osamu hummed. He is very happy that his brother is getting teamed up by his other teammates.

“nice one, Suna!” Aran cheered while Atsumu tilted his head and sighed.

“I really feel like Suna hated me” Atsumu blurted making Osamu replied on the background.

“Your thoughts are correct! He does hates you” Osamu replied which Atsumu glared at his brother. Seeing Atsumu distracted with his brother, Suna gave a signal to Aran to throw now the ball and the boy did throw the ball, hitting Atsumu.

“why you– ow!” he was about to attack his brother but Atsumu got attacked by the ball, making the two boys he is playing with, scream with delight.

“NICE SHOT ARAN!”

“WAY TO GO ARAN!”

“NICE KILL”

You and his teammates applaud at his shot, while Aran and Suna high fived each other. Kita clapped at them like he was impressed with the teamwork his teammates did. Meanwhile, Atsumu glared at his twin brother while the gray headed boy smirked at his lost.

“YOU DISTRACTED ME, YOU SCUMBAG” Atsumu blamed his as he dashes towards his brother and catching yours and the team’s brother.

“well it’s not my fault that you get distracted easily” Osamu retorted making Atsumu growls at him. Meanwhile, you and team, who’s already used with how the twins fight, didn’t even budge to stop them because you guys know that they’ll be just insult each other.

“oh, you’re growling now, what are you? A dog?” Osamu provokes his twin brother more. You guys watched them silently like you guys are watching drama on the tv, enjoying the twins fight.

“Do you guys want some popcorn?” you offered to them and they nodded jokingly. Sometimes, you guys let them fight each other but when the things heat up, you and Kita will mostly the first one to step in. But for now, you will just watch them do their childish fight.

“I would love that, y/n” Suna replied making you chuckled.

“why you dickhead!” Atsumu stepped closer to his brother while Osamu looks at him boringly.

“Yes, my dick has a head, does yours have one?” Osamu answered back.

“HEY! I’m older than you for minutes!” Atsumu remarked and pointing his index finger to his brother.

“Well then act like one!” Osamu replied back. The team chuckled at Osamu’s remark while Kita just shook his head like he is so done with the twins.

“You guys, stop chuckling” Kita warned you and the team which made you all quiet and look somewhere else.

“And you two, stop fighting” Kita stepped in between Atsumu and Osamu, making the two boys stepped back from each other.

“When will they come that you two will stop fighting each other” Kita said with a stern voiced as he looks at the twins.

“well if he could–“ Atsumu stopped midway from his sentence when Kita gave him warning look.

“The two of you, stop fighting, let’s just enjoy this day altogether and have fun” Kita told the twins while those two nodded quietly at their captain with a pout on their face. This whole scene was nothing new to your eyes and the whole team’s but it still amazed you all on how these two get easily controlled by Kita. That’s why you sometimes called Kita as the mom of the team just because on how could handle the two boys and made them shut up. After the small fight of the twins, you guys continued to play around on your backyard until it was time to go home.

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Today is the graduation of the third years, all of the team were at the gymnasium. The ceremony hasn’t started yet so you guys decided to meet up with Kita before it started. You guys waited for the third years to arrive on the gym, maintaining the silent, sometimes you Atsumu will talk but mostly everyone is quiet as they wait. Even though Kita had told you guys that they would be still there for the team, you guys can help but to sink it in that they will not be playing on the court again with the whole team.

Today is the day that reality hits you that this would be officially their last day being with you and you can’t help but feel sad. You wouldn’t be greeted by easy going Akagi, you wouldn’t anymore see the scary looking aura but has a soft personality Omimi. You wouldn’t ever hear Aran’s random dad jokes whenever you bumped on each other on the hallway or when they were on the break during training. Lastly, you wouldn’t hear those blunt yet wise remarks and advices from Kita every time the team are feeling doubtful. With those of realization, you can’t help but feel empty.

But on the brighter side, you feel proud and thankful with them, because they built this powerhouse team. Without them, this club wouldn’t be this stronger than ever. You’re proud of them as they would be chasing and be living their dreams. And you know that even though they are not around anymore, they will still be there to support the team.

Another minutes have passed of waiting when the gym door opened and the third years start entering. All of you gathered around the third years and congratulated them. The third years thanked you all and give the whole gym a last glance.

“I can’t believe this would be our last time stepping on this gym” Aran said as he looks around the gym.

“It feels like yesterday when I first stepped in here as a new recruitment of volleyball” Akagi reminisced while Omimi let out a hummed and Kita a silent yeah as their agreement. You can’t help but looked at them with a sad smile as you observe them.

“C’mon, let’s not be dramatic here and just think that you guys would just take one step up to achieve your dreams” Atsumu cheered his seniors up, shocking the whole team with his words.

“Wow, Atsumu coming from you” Suna commented making Atsumu crunched his nose.

“That’s his way to cheer his self-up when he feels sad” Osamu retorted making Atsumu glared at him. Atsumu opened his mouth to say something but Kita cleared his throat to warned the boy, making him shut his mouth again.

“Atsumu, you should be more mature, especially now that you’re the new captain” Akagi commented while Omimi hummed as an agreement. You can’t help but chuckled because of Omimi’s way of agreeing on things, you sure will miss his silent affirmation with what others will say.

“Yeah, you and Osamu should fight less and be a role model on your juniors now that you guys are seniors” Aran stated while the two just looked each other for a while then Atsumu let out a ‘tch’.

“Anyways, Atsumu, I believe you’ll be a great captain of this team. You guys should train well but at the same time take care of your health. Don’t depend on Y/n too much.” Kita said as he looks on each one of you. The team listens to their former captain attentively as they know this would be the last time, they would here these reminders from him.

“Atsumu and Osamu, don’t argue too much, don’t provoke each other” he reminded as he looked at the twins sternly.

“Don’t worry, Kita-san, if they ever started fighting, Y/n would be there to stop them” Suna said with a teasing tone on his voice as he smirks at you.

“Why me? I’m your manager not a referee!” you rebutted as you place your hands in the middle of your chest while Suna chuckled.

“You, Suna, stop provoking the twins to fight too and if they fight help y/n with stopping them” Kita scolded Suna making Atsumu smirk at the middle blocker. You and the other laughed at Suna’s reaction and on your thoughts, you are already teasing the boy when he got scolded by Kita.

“Anyways, we need to go now the ceremony will start any minutes now” Akagi said making your smile disappeared and this didn’t go unnoticed by Aran.

“C’mon, Y/n don’t be sad! Hear I have joke” Aran comforted you while the other boys quietly groaned when they he said he has a joke. You just nodded as a sign to continue what his joke is.

“here, why did a girl volleyball player lose his waitressing job?” he asked you, a smile was slowly growing on his face as he think of the joke.

“why?” you asked with a smile also growing on your face while the rest of the team just listened to his corny joke.

“because someone told her to serve the food” he answered as he let out a laugh on his own joke while you just chuckled and the rest of the teams looks at him with disbelief but they also had a smile on his funny.

“see you are smiling again” he stated when he saw you smile at his jokes.

“I know this day is quite sad but let’s look at the bright side! We could still visit you guys anyways” Aran said to you and you just nodded at him as an agreement.

“Well, we will get going now! See you when we could see you” Akagi bid a farewell and smiled at them. The other third years also bid their goodbyes before exiting the gym while you guys wave at them and told them to take care.

Another chapter has come to an end but this is also another chapter that they would be all facing together.

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