#i just finished reading this atsumu fic

[aiiwa]

have/would you date your sibling/friend’s ex?

[reverie-starlight]

{PR DAY ~ sakusa kiyoomi}

MSBY manager!reader my beloved <3

it’s PR Day for the jackals and you, their manager, have the day off. so why is your boyfriend trying so hard to convince you to go with him?

gn!reader, fluff, an attempt at humor, atsumu slander (as much as it pains me, it comes with the territory of writing a fic like this 😔) suggestive in some parts. not nsfw at all, but explicit language is used and one conversation surrounds that topic, so read at your own risk <3 also, intentional tense-switch in the beginning!!! and just like the first part, it’s not explicitly mentioned, but reader and atsumu have known each other since high school.

part 1 of the mini-series

managing MSBY came with its ups and downs.

on one hand, you wouldn’t have met your boyfriend if it weren’t for this job. and you've never laughed as hard as you have been these past three years with coworkers before meeting the current core line up of the jackals.

but on the other? you had three massive fully grown children under your care. four, technically, if they managed to annoy sakusa enough that he stoops to their level of childishness.

which was unfortunately very often.

…

nearly every week.

…

fine, basically everyday.

and ever since your relationship was revealed to the team nearly a year ago, the “trouble trio” had been behaving exactly like you expected them to. the whole team was slightly insufferable about it, sure, but atsumu, hinata and bokuto really took it too the next level.

so obviously you really valued your days off.

and today was the first day off you’ve had in months. you refused to take off days during the busiest weeks of the season, but today was a PR day.

interviews, promotional videos for the official social media accounts, a livestream or two- all things you were more than happy to leave in the hands of the team’s PR and social media managers.

the birds were singing, the sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window and a cool breeze could be felt against your skin. the day was calm and you were so excited to relax and do all the things you had planned.

but of course, your hopes are just that.

you see your boyfriend standing in the doorway of your bedroom, looking like he wants to say something. your heart lurches into your throat.

“soooo,” he starts, not looking directly at you as he moves to the bed and looks at his laid out clothes. you’re already shaking your head before he can say anything else. he ignores this and proceeds to betray you. “if you wanted to tag along today, you could or whatever.”

he’s shameless. he knows how much you’ve been looking forward to today.

“kiyoomi. love of my life. my darling. what the fuck?”

he lets out a snort and looks down at you semi-pleadingly- a rare sight. “I’ll buy you coffee on the way there.”

oh, he’s bargaining? you smirk. “aww, baby,” you stand up and make your way over to him, dramatically twirling and falling back into him with the back of your hand touching your forehead and the other pressed to your chest. “you just can’t bear to be apart from me, can you?”

the pleading look in his eye fades and he gives you a disgusted look you know he doesn’t mean. his arms stay wrapped around you so you don’t fall. “you wish.”

you shrug and move back to your chair, finishing up your morning routine. “hmm I guess I’ll stay here then.”

you enjoy the silence for a moment before he sighs. “fine, two coffees.”

a loud laugh leaves your mouth when he says that. your boyfriend would never put this performance on for anyone else. it was as close to begging as you’d ever get from sakusa kiyoomi.

you shake your head and sigh. “my love, you know I’ve been looking forward to my day off for so long. why are you so insistent about me going with you?”

suddenly he’s behind your chair and leaning down so his breath tickles your ear. “coffee and lunch and maybe when we get back I could be convinced to try that thing you were talking about…” the words are backed up by a kiss to your jaw and some pointed eye contact through the mirror.

you widen your eyes and search his expression for any trace of a lie.

none.

you cannot believe you’re letting him convince you into this, but the offer is far too good to pass up.

you pretend to mull it over, then meet his eyes in the mirror again. “make sure the trouble trio don’t try to coerce me into working and we have a deal.”

“well of course, I was going to yell at them if they tried anything like that anyway.”

“perfect, then let’s seal it with a kiss.”

“only a kiss, baby, I feel your hands wandering.” he pecks your lips quickly and pulls away before you can deepen it.

you pout. “can you blame me? you’ve got me all excited now.”

he shakes his head fondly and straightens up, moving to put the shirt his stylist had insisted upon for the upcoming interviews. you had to hand it to her- she knew exactly what she was doing.

you watch him with hawk eyes and he just turns his head to look at you in amusement. “stop staring at me and get ready, you perv, we have to leave soon.”

as soon as you step into the building where all the other jackals are, you’re bombarded with confused greetings.

“hey, I thought it was your day off?”

“ayy, manager’s here! good to see ya.”

“what are you doing here? you weren’t scheduled for today, were you?”

you sigh and sip your coffee, letting go of sakusa’s hand as you speak to the coach. “no, I wasn’t. I was kidnapped and brought here by one of your wing spikers.”

he chuckles and glances over at your boyfriend, who is looking up at the ceiling and avoiding eye contact. “I see. well, if anyone tries to get you to work today, just let me know and I’ll help sakusa put them in their places.”

you smile kindly. “thank you, sir, I appreciate it.”

as soon as he walks away, you’re surrounded by the three people you wanted to see least today.

a long sigh leaves your lips as atsumu, hinata and bokuto stare at you in wonder.

“just get it over with,” you grumble.

“how much do ya wanna bet he promised something outrageous?” atsumu.

“what, like an all expenses paid vacation?” hinata.

“no, it’s omi-omi, it wouldn’t make sense for him to take time off in the middle of game season.”

you roll your eyes at their back and forth and glance over at the man in question, who appears to be glowering. you can almost picture the scowl underneath his mask. “you’re all idiots,” he states.

“hey! I haven’t even said anything yet!” bokuto protests.

“yes, but I can practically hear the gears in your brain grinding.”

“I’ll bet it’s a sex thing,” atsumu interrupts just as bokuto is about to defend himself.

you all freeze and stare at him.

your boyfriend, deadly calm, says “miya, I will skin you alive.”

the blonde, who absolutely loves getting a rise out of sakusa, just smirks. “oh, so I’m right then?” he turns to you and slings an arm over your shoulder. “tell me, dear manager, what exactly did he have to agree to in order to get ya to show up on your day off?”

you flick his forehead and shake your head disapprovingly. “none of your business, you freak. just 'cause your dating life isn’t going too well right now doesn’t mean you can pry into mine. download tinder or something if you’re that bored.”

bokuto and hinata snicker at that, but straighten up quickly when he shoots them a glare. suddenly, meian stalks up behind the three of them and clears his throat.

“if you’re all done terrorizing our manager, our social media team is ready for us now. hurry up.” he nods at you with an apologetic smile and drags atsumu away from you. “sakusa, you too. we’ve been waiting for a while now.”

as soon as his teammates walk away and he’s sure they’re not watching him, he slumps a bit and you notice the tips of his ears have gone red. you smile at him in amusement and pat his cheek, the action only slightly awkward due to his mask.

“aw lighten up, kiyoomi, I’m used to dealing with atsumu by now. just ignore him, he wouldn’t dream of bringing that up again if he knows what’s good for him.”

he sighs and drops his shoulders, relief washing over him now that he knows you’re not regretting your decision to come with him. he slips off his mask and presses a quick kiss to your lips. “alright. I love you, just enjoy the show.”

you take his mask and walk with him to the rest of the group so that they can start with the promotional videos.

it’s fun to watch, honestly, because the team’s dynamic does work well for the cameras. they’re not even playing anything up.

you sit through the promo videos they need to film for upcoming games, the silly one-off fluff questions and the fan asks for their instagram page before they’re allowed a break.

sakusa stalks over to you with a small scowl and you smile. “you’re doing great, handsome.”

his expression softens a bit and he offers you a kiss on the forehead. “thank you, darling. care for some lunch?”

you nod and pull him out the door before a certain trio can invite themselves to the impromptu lunch date.

you walk in comfortable silence towards the building’s food court before something pops into your mind. “kiyoomi, you never answered my question from earlier.”

he hums in acknowledgment. “and what might that be?”

“why were you so insistent on me joining you today?”

he doesn’t answer for a moment, but you wait patiently. you know he’s not ignoring you.

finally he sighs and squeezes your hand. “I feel like we haven’t been spending much time together lately outside of work… and I was hoping that by bringing you with me today we’d be able to have at least some time together…” his voice is low, but he’s not shy about it.

you fiddle with the chain around your neck, one he bought for you a while back. "that's very sweet of you, kiyo."

"and..." he hesitates a bit, but you squeeze his hand in return to encourage him. "I feel more relaxed in front of the cameras when you're there."

you melt a little bit. "I'm happy I make you feel that way, kiyoomi. thank you for kidnapping me on my day off, I suppose."

he snorts and you smile. you're about to lean in to pull his mask down for a kiss, but you're interrupted. of course.

"hey, hey, hey! there you guys are! we saw you leaving so figured we'd get lunch with you!"

you honestly don't think you could ever be mad at bokuto, but he is seriously testing your patience right now. not far behind him are atsumu and hinata, one looking smug and the other a bit sheepish. one of them probably brought up your departure to bokuto, either on purpose or accidentally you'd never know.

you sigh and pat sakusa on the back. "yeah, come on. you're all paying for your own, though."

you both ignore the whines of the fully grown children behind you and continue walking hand in hand.

~~~~

BONUS:

"so this question is directed at sakusa..." atsumu reads the question silently and the team watches as he holds back a laugh.

you watch as your boyfriend narrows his eyes at the blonde in front of him and you sigh. things had been going so well up until now.

it’s past lunch break now, and their social media manager had just given them a box full of printed out tweets with fan questions to answer. she snickers to herself as if she knows which question it is and looks pointedly at you from behind the phone she’s recording on.

you blink in confusion, but everything is made clear when atsumu opens his mouth again.

“omi-omi, user @/kiyosdear wants to know if you’re single, or if you’re in need of a dog, because they’re more than willing to bark.”

the social media manager giggles, as does the rest of the team. you feel your eye twitch a bit, but you’re easily able to shove down any possession you feel in the moment.

it’s obviously impossible to ignore so many people vying for his attention all the time, but sometimes it could be a little funny to see how flustered your boyfriend could become from the unwanted attention.

you smile at the small scowl that forms. “no thank you. I’d want nothing less.”

atsumu snorts at his curt answer and hands the box to him. sakusa picks out a question and reads it to himself before blushing furiously and turning his face away from the camera. you watch curiously as meian looks over his shoulder to see what could have garnered that reaction from him and his eyes trail to you amusedly.

the social media manager looks like she’s having a field day, zooming in on sakusa’s red face for a moment. it’s not often something flusters him that badly after all. she’ll milk it for all it’s worth.

the captain pries the paper out of your boyfriend’s hand and reads it out loud.

“@/msby_luvr asks, yo @/sakusakiyoomi, is your team's manager single? totally unrelated, @/msbymanager, are you free on thursday?"”

it’s not exactly a secret to the public that there’s something going on between you two, they just don’t know what that something is.

of course neither of you ever confirm or deny anything, but you imagine being asked outright like that is what caught him off guard.

the camera cuts to you, “offstage” laughing at the question and shaking your head a little in amusement.

or maybe he’s not shy, but rather jealous?

that’s kind of sweet.

regardless, you speak up for him, knowing he wouldn't answer. "I am not single, but thanks for asking."

the camera pans back to the team, just in time to catch the tail end of atsumu clapping your boyfriend on the shoulder.

sakusa gives you a small smile, clearly relieved you took over for him, and goes back to focusing on the interview.

hinata, the poor thing, reads the next question. “oh boy… @/msbymanager asks, sakusa and atsumu rivals to lovers arc when?”

you cackle as both men whip their heads in your direction, betrayal and incredulity on their faces.

raising your hands, you said to them “in my defence, I was still miffed about being dragged here on my day off when I sent it in!”

atsumu loudly refuted the question and the jeers from his teammates, but that was all drowned out by the look your boyfriend sent your way.

you sighed. you were really in for it later.

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I’ll 100% be doing more MSBY manager!reader. and I’ll do more PR scenarios as well, bc as much fun as this was to write, it didn’t have as much as I wanted to include. but I’ll have to do more research. thank you for reading!! and happy birthday sakusa <3

tags: @dira333 (ty for inspiring me to turn it into a mini-series) @emmyrosee (Ik you love Sakusa and you wanted the WIP for this a long time ago)

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Haikyuu Fic Recommendations for my Favorites

Ushijima

1. One Summer Day; unexpected love. Truly an amazing trope. This story takes place in high school and I want to eat the writing. Like it’s so good, and so beautifully done. (Not completed) @hiraethwa

Tendo

1. Custom Action Figure; this whole series is hilarious and I suggest checking it out. It made me smile and they have a lot of characters for it. @darthferbert

Oikawa

1. Supportive Boyfriend Oikawa; the way I simp over this man needs to be studied in a lab. These headcannons are literally adorable. Like I want all of this. I want him to teach me how to serve (totally don’t play volleyball it’ll be like when people pretend to not know how to play like pool) I love this man. @miksy63

2. Binary Stars; SMAU for my favorite boy like ever. It’s a little angsty but that’s to be expected when the characters don’t talk to each other smh. It’s fine in the end and it’s a nice short one, definitely worth the read @causenessus

3. Sweet Things; AHHHH! So cute!!!! Sweet things he does for you in the relationship. @cherrye

4. You Know How to Ball, I Know Aristotle; really cute Smitten Oikawa with a studious/nerdy reader. So fluffy I love it @lovingache

5. Pass, pass -oh smash; I may be a little biased but- I LOVE THIS. LITERALLY SO CUTE I ACTUALLY GIGGLED AND KICKED MY FEET. And I got a pretty amazing mutual out of it 😌 @chocolate-milk-enthusiast

6. In the spirit of matrimony; IT HURT SO BAD OMFG. GUYS I'M THROWING UP/POS @sokuroo

Iwaizumi

Catch me if I fall; AVE it hurt so bad guys, but it also healed me in some way. please go read literally anything that Ave writes!!! @hiraethwa

Bruised; I went feral over this fr. Like I haven't had time to finish it but what I have read it's literally so good omg. Guys please. I'm going to have to make a special section for some people fr. @/eggyrocks

Rot; GUYS PLEASE. I COULD GO ON ABOUT ROT FOR SO LONG. IF NOTHING ELSE ON THIS LIST PLEASE READ ROT. IT'S SO WELL WRITTEN AND IT JUST HITS SO HARD, LIKE THE PEOPLE ARE SO WELL THOUGHT OUT AND HUMAN. LIKE PLEASE READ THIS. THE ENDING IS SO SWEET AND PERFECT. @eggyrocks

Mattsun

Hot To Go; Dodger I fr love this. Like it's so funny and whimsy. AND it's Mattsun!!! It's so hard to find good Mattsun fics I swear </3 (mndi!!!!) @/nectardaddy

Kiyoko

1. Inked- Cute Smau where Y/N owns a tattoo shop and Kiyoko is a flower shop owner. This is really cute and brings a smile to my face with the antics of all the characters. @eggyrocks (they also have some other SMAUs I would say to consider checking out)

Bokuto

1. Secret S/O; various MSBY boys that during an interview accidentally reveal your relationship. This was another cute and funny one that you should definitely check out! @weneeya

Osamu

1. How deep is your love?; various people and headcannons about your relationship. If you can’t tell I’m a sucker for sweet sappy things. These are so sweet. @sweetheartsaku

2. Sharing an Umbrella; Pretty self-explanatory, you forget your umbrella and Osamu shares his with you. It’s really cute!!! @suplicyy

3. You're Here, that's the thing; Osamu. I love this man and it's childhood friends to lovers and sfdkjsjfdsfd WHEN I TELL YOU I ATE THIS UP OMG. @kirschteinoir

4. Time To Cool Off; I love love love this. Her stopping in to see him brings me joy. So much joy <333 him having to deal with the Karen is </3 like LET ME HELP!!!!! I'M IN CULINARY SCHOOL!!! @lou-struck

5. Interviewing to be the baker @ onigiri miya; WYR I LOVE THIS FIC. AS A BAKER MYSELF IT FILLS ALL OF MY NEEDS. I NEED OSAMU BIBLICALLY (you can decide what that means) LIKE MMMMM. @afyrian

Atsumu

1. He’s Trouble; Fratboy! Atsumu with a female reader. I just know this series is going to get more and more funny with each chapter and I’m very excited to see where it goes @lowkeyremi

2. Egoist; guys- I binged this whole thing in like one sitting. It was so well written. Like I enjoy that we got a choice at the end to forgive him and that we weren't forced to forgive him. It made me so skjfnskfbskdbfashkdf you know??? anyway this is def worth the read!! @suhkusa (mdni!!!)

Sakusa

This is My Solemn Vow; Prince and Princess Sakusa and Reader who get married and learn to love each other again. This is a slow burn and it’s beautifully written (not completed) @jinchuls 2. Domesticity; Sav!!!! This was adorable omg!! guys please if you need happy wholesome fluff read this <3333 @akaakeis

Kita

1. Behind the phone; THIS LITERALLY IS SO CUTE AND I THINK IT HEALED SOMETHING IN ME.@t4kalcvr (ongoing)

2. '88 Ford; Omg. I have so many things to say guys. I love this story, I know I keep saying that about the recs on this list but this fr made me giggle. I was giggling and kicking my feet and twirling my hair. The little things that made them love each other. The way that they care about each other. Yn isn't a pushover and can very well take care of herself. Omg this is fr fsjfbskhbshdf I love this. @nectardaddy

Suna

Take the edge off; Okay, so I read this on Ao3 first but this is legit so good. It made me so happy and I think it made me cry at least once. I'm not really a smut reader but I love how Honee writes smut- like idk it's digestible for me <3 I love how this is written, amazing. so many thoughts and emotions. @honeekyuu (minors DON'T interact.)

Caught in the web; I've been on a spiderman kick...I think it's eggy's fault with the poll and series they're doing. This is so cute though, like give me fifteen of them <3333 @sunafc

LOVE NOTES; OMG GUYS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. READ THIS!! IT'S SO FLIPPING CUTE. I LOVE THIS SERIES WITH MY WHOLE HEART AND I NEED ALL I CAN GET OF IT. @causenessus

Time of your life; FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. Omg guys is Suna in the favorites favorites now?? he has so many fics now...anyways- this fic was really cute!!!! I loved it so much!!!! @sunarots

Talk Too Much; guys, I don't think you understand how much I love this author. they seem to always hit the mark with the things they write. It brings me so much joy and skjbd I fr just can't put into words how much I love this story <33333 @/honeekyuu

Kuroo

1. Work Wife; You’re Kuroo’s work wife but when training a new person he gets jealous. The ending is so funny! I love it!!! @kaiijo

2. Work from Home; Kuroo is working from home and shenanigans ensue. This one is a little suggestive so be warned. @mewnbun

3. Ghost of You; Ave is a monster guys, like this is so well written and it hurts so bad omg. Like screaming, crying, throwing up all at once. This fic killed me. Like what do you mean they don't live happily ever after???? This destroyed me and I'm so excited for the spin-off series. @/hiraethwa

4. Lovebirds; This was so cute. I love him being her work husband. IT MADE ME SO HAPPY. I LIKE THAT HE WAS HER LITERALLY HER HUSBAND AT WORK. HJBBBBG I LOVE LOVE LOVE. @yogurtkags

Kai's Special Division!!!

This is author's who's works I love. Like literally everything they write! I shall link their masterlists here <333

Ness <3

Dodger <3

Honee (mdni)

Ave <3

Eggy <3

Wyr <3

Molly

Sav <3

Asha <3

I will be adding more to this as I find new recommendations :)

As you can see I definitely don’t have a favorite character 🥰 (note the sarcasm as Oikawa’s section is like 3 fics longer than everyone else)

psst- this is getting a lot of attention for some reason let me shamelessly plug myself @tulip-room (some of the fics are 18+ so minors and ageless blogs stay away from those but my fluff and angst fics go right ahead)

[rineros]

SHE WAS TOO GOOD TO ME

summary: he wants to heal

characters: miya atsumu, ex!reader

contains: 1.6k, self reflection post breakup

note: don’t judge ooc atsuwu i haven’t written hq fics in four years and he was the closest person to my ex bestie #fuckthatguy

sometimes, miya atsumu allows himself to wonder what could have happened if he wasn’t such an asshole.

he glances to his right. across the empty side of the bed where the scent of your shampoo was fading, his alarm clock reads 2:56 am. he groans loudly in frustration and drags his hands down his face, stretching out his tired features.

he stares at his ceiling that is illuminated by the glow in the dark stars you and he stuck up there once upon a time. a small smile strikes him when he remembers walking in on you hopping on the bed to get them up there.

he had watched you for a minute before you saw him. he’ll never forget that warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest when you laughed joyously the moment you saw him and jumped from the bed to his arms. he held on to you tightly as he spun you around, relishing in the feeling of being truly loved.

you had kissed him so gently as you smiled when he set you down that he thought of himself as an adorable little puppy.

you excitedly showed him the progress you had made over the past hour, which honestly wasn’t much, but he knew you had probably gotten distracted by your phone.

“i got an idea,” he said, putting his hands on your shoulders. “turn around.”

“you’re one dirty dog, you know that?” you giggled as you followed his movements.

you had yelped as you felt yourself being hoisted up into the air, but he gripped your waist as you held on to his hair for dear life. you steadied yourself and praised him for being such an innovative and creative problem-solver, making his cheeks flush.

from there, he walked to wherever in the room you wanted to place the stars, bed be damned, and by the time you two had finished, the sun had set. he set you down as he had done earlier and the two of you had lain patiently in bed, talking to pass the time as you waited for the darkness to settle.

when the stars started glowing, both of you had squealed childishly, but he thought that all those rare, once-in-a-lifetime comets could never compare to the sparkle in your eyes. cheesy, he knows.

he checks his clock again. it’s a quarter past three.

osamu’s going to be pissed if he calls him.

fuck it.

atsumu grabs his phone from the nightstand and dials the person who will always listen to him. he cringes when he hears osamu’s ringtone across the hallway.

it rings… and rings… and rings. voicemail.

an eerie silence settles in the apartment. you always hated that. the air is still, his pillow is much too flat, and there’s a disturbing feeling bubbling in his throat.

atsumu jumps and drops his phone on his face as his ringtone blares in his ears. he pinches the bridge of his nose, rubbing it to soothe the sharp pain as he accepts the call.

“the hell you want?” the raspy voice of his brother mutters. atsumu feels bad because he knows that osamu’s first class starts at 8:00, but he can’t deal with this anymore tonight.

“i just… i wanted to talk.” his foot starts to shake and bounce as the silence returns.

a second passes, then another.

“come over.”

with that, his restless body rises from bed and walks quickly and nimbly across the hall to osamu’s room with his blanket wrapped around him. he opens the door to a half-asleep osamu and climbs into his queen-sized bed, the perk he received since atsumu got the bigger room. he makes himself comfortable as he lays on his side to face osamu, bringing the blanket up to his chin, basking in the warmth that could never match your own.

“gimme a sec,” osamu says gruffly. his eyes are still closed as he lays on his back. atsumu watches as he takes a few more deep breaths, then slowly cracks his neck to wake himself up. “talk.”

atsumu moves to lay himself on his back after he sees his eyes open slightly. they both stare at osamu’s bare ceiling.

“i never told you this, but when she broke up with me,” he pauses. “she didn’t cry. she looked too exhausted.

“she told me even before we broke up that i stopped putting in as much effort and that she felt like she wasn’t even in a relationship anymore, just the ghost of it.

“she completely tore me to shreds without even raising her voice because that’s who she is. no matter how much you hurt her, she’ll never hurt you. she cares too much. she wasn’t even trying to rip into me, like, she was just explaining the type of person i am and how my actions affected her and everyone’s perception of me.

“she told me that every time i hurt her, it seemed like i didn’t take her seriously and i never took accountability for my actions; i was always trying to weasel my way out of trouble.

“but i just wanted to preserve everyone’s feelings, y’know? i wanted to keep the peace. i never meant to make her feel like that.”

atsumu stops talking for a second as he waits for osamu to say something. it’s all a blur, with bits and pieces flashing in his head, but he could never forget the blank look in your eyes as you pointed out his shortcomings as a person, not just as a boyfriend.

“we judge others based on their actions, but we judge ourselves by our intentions,” osamu says. his voice is still ragged with exhaustion and his eyes have closed yet again. “i heard mom say somethin’ like that to her friend once.

“i believe you when you say you think you didn’t do anything wrong, but that’s only from your perspective. you’re busy; i get that and so does she. there’s volleyball, classes, homework, clubs, work, your friends, and then you added her, but it seems like you had spread yourself too thin already—“

“and that’s exactly one of the points i told her,” atsumu interrupts. “i’m not gonna be able to give her 100% all the time because i already do so much.”

osamu side-eyes him. “will you shut up and let me finish?”

atsumu huffs but lets him continue anyway.

“what i’m trying to get at is that, yeah, you’re busy, but you’re not the only person that’s busy. this isn’t just your world that we’re living in, it’s everyone’s. to her, it must have seemed like all of the effort, time, and love she invested in you was losing its value every time you ignored her or prioritized something stupid when she needed you. it’s not difficult to detach yourself from something that treats you like you don’t matter if you know your worth.

“you also lie. a lot. and i know you think they’re harmless little white lies, but they’ve gotten too out of hand lately that you’ve probably become desensitized to them.

“she’s smart and she knows you. she knew whenever you lied and it destroyed any kind of trust or credibility that you had.

“and that bullshit about wanting to spare everyone’s feelings? you know you don’t care about all that. also, who cares? nobody made you play mediator besides yourself and it’s impossible to not hurt anyone. you’re already hurting people; you’ve done it before and you’re going to keep doing it because that’s what learning is about. making mistakes. and if you haven’t already realized that you’re hurting people more than you would if you’d just tell the damn truth, you’re screwed,” osamu finishes his monologue, leaving atsumu in his thoughts.

was it really that bad for you? was he?

when he was younger, his tongue was as sharp as a shard of glass and he was much more careless with his words. it didn’t matter to him if the true words, in his opinion, hurt those around him. his belief was that there was no improvement without criticism. as he grew up, however, he had to learn to filter himself because nobody would willingly choose to be around someone who solely focused on their flaws.

and somewhere between then and now, he had forgotten the importance of honesty, usually opting to twist and bend the truth to preserve his reputation. it started off with a fib of “too much hw, can’t hang tn :(“ to multiple complicated lies spanning months, in which he would tell others things to make himself seem better. the kinder person, the most reliable, the smartest. just better.

eventually, it became too difficult to manage all of these lies and his stories became mixed up. when he was questioned about it, he would lie even more and even harder.

even now, as osamu told atsumu what he thought of him and his situation with you, there wasn’t much good. though atsumu came to osamu for comfort tonight, he, like you, wasn’t trying to make him feel bad, but it seems that’s the way he is destined to feel about himself when his personality is brought into conversation.

osamu snores next to him and as atsumu snuggles up to his blanket further, he realizes that this is a path he no longer wants to walk down.

he’s going to be better.

[lizzy06]

Suna Rintaro x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Inarizaki Fic Rec Masterlist

A Glimpse of Yellow✨✨✨💖💖 by mimi_cee (fake dating, fluff, acquaintance to friends to lovers) Despite being Atsumu's best friend, you barely knew his aloof and nonchalant teammate.This became more starnge when the twins thought you were dating suna and...he went along with it. [COMPLETED]

pov: he’s your rival✨✨✨💖💖 by @saintobio (enemies to lovers, street racer au, fluff, humor)when your most hated rival challenges you for another race to redeem his losing streak, but what he doesn’t tell you is that reaching the finish line isn’t his only goal. [COMPLETED] <This is connected this oikawa fic but could be read standalone>

bet on stones✨ by @animatedrapture (oneshot, fluff, humor) teasing sunarin for his short hair.[COMPLETED]

to be loved is to be known✨ by @kitasuno (oneshot, angst, happy ending)you're in love with suna. you think suna's in love with someone else. he's not.[COMPLETED]

soulmate au by @taeyamayang (soulmate au, oneshot, fluff, humor)[COMPLETED]

Dropped Your Hand while Dancing by @animatedrapture (oneshot, soulmate au, angst)we’re soulmates, he insists, like it’s a substitute for i love you.[COMPLETED]

Soulmate gone wrong by @tobiokuns (oneshot, angst, happy ending)you think it’s a happy ending once you’ve found your soulmate, but today you learn that it’s not always the case.[COMPLETED]

Take the Edge Off by hxneekyuu (hxnee) (friends to lovers, friends with benefits, smut)You struggle with your weight and body image, but Suna extensively and thoroughly undoes all the damage done by other guys or You haven't gotten laid in over a year, and your best friend takes it upon himself to fix that for you.[COMPLETED]

Three Months Too Late✨ by @yourstarvic (oneshot, angst) Suna realizes he wanted something three months too late.

Honeysuckle ✨by sauza (oneshot, smut)Every summer your older brother along with his friends comes into town to pay a visit to you while you attend college and like everytime you rekindle ur afffar. [COMPLETED][COMPLETED]

wastelands by @saintobio (heavy angst, unrequited love, post apocalypse au, 18+)  after a viral pandemic wiped out half of the world’s population, a group of abandoned young adults embark on a life-threatening journey in hopes of finding a safe permanent home. unfortunately, for you and Rin, love is only a temporary option.[COMPLETED]

How He Shows You Affection by @jayeray-hq(oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

it's a match! | suna rintarou by shittyshima(fluff, humor, online school)Of course, you were not thinking of Suna Rintarou, or how you had matched with him on Tinder just days ago, or how you had fangirled to your friends about how insanely hot and also unapproachable he was.You certainly weren’t thinking of the possibility of him sitting quietly on the other side of a screen, eyes shifting between your Tinder profile and your now pinned Zoom video.[COMPLETED]

of lovers and liars by @saintobio (play, tragedy, historical, angst)

[COMPLETED]

BEST PART by svnian (fluff, humor, online friends to lovers) in which suna texts a random number thinking is was his sister. ͏͏͏͏͏͏[COMPLETED]⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏

I Don't Know What To Call This✨✨ by @yourstarvic Being an Inarizaki manger was a fun experience. Especially when you and a certain someone refuse to acknowledge their feelings for each other. So instead of accepting your feelings, you try to move on and be with someone. Will you move on? Or will you two acknowledge your feelings? And if so, how long will it take to be together?[COMPLETED]

Longing by niakasi(fluff, humor, smut)A childhood friend of the Miya twins, you reunite with them at university, where you meet their friend Suna.[COMPLETED]

Please... by lady_rice (smut, oneshot, fluff) How can you refuse pampering an exhausted Suna when he asks so nicely?[COMPLETED]

wondering ✨by @shisnhou (oneshot, angst, slight fluff) [COMPLETED]

In between the maybes by @selarina (oneshot, friends with benefits to lovers, fluff, angst, smut) The day after hooking up with your best friend is confusing, but not nearly as much as you make it out to be.[COMPLETED]

to love again by @sunasbabie (oneshot, angst, fluff)was suna rintaro’s love for you enough to make you stay?[COMPLETED]

la la lost you by @animatedrapture (oneshot, angst) Breaking up with suna[COMPLETED]

[shintaru]

COMING SOON …

Shintaru’s KINKTOBER fics

I’ve never participated in kinktober fic writing before but I’d like to participate now.

I’ll write for lookism, windbreaker webtoon, blue lock, kuroko’s basketball, haikyuu, jjk, Jinx & one piece. I may add some more fandoms to the list before October arrives

I can’t promise that I’ll complete this list I write slow when it comes to smut because I feel my smut writing skills are bad so if I don’t end up finishing this I’m sorry just making this to challenge myself and have fun

the fanfic list.

Licking Wooin, Joker, Harry Shepperd, Chris D’Char

Spanking Jiho park 

Size difference Chris D’ char 

Biting ace 

Scars joker 

Lingerie Owen Knight

Sharing wooin & joker 

Being Forced To Beg Akashi 

Cum Inflation cho yisu 

Marathon Johan seong 

Mutual Masturbation sanji 

Creampie kagami 

Praise Kink Gojo 

Blood tendou 

Rough Kaiser 

Choking Gun 

Dominance Itoshi sae 

Knife Play toji 

Sex In Public Shidou

Hand Jobs choso 

Hate Fucking Hanamiya

Humiliation sukuna 

Deepthroat Midorima  

Edging goo 

Riding Atsumu

Jealousy aomine Daiki 

Double penetration jaekyung & heesung 

Shower sex Dom kang 

Body whorship Vinny hong 

Food play Murasakibara 

Dirty talk wooin 

Bonus : fear play isaac foster

Rules:

I’d you aren’t ok with some kinks don’t hate you’ll be blocked. Just make sure to read the warnings and only read things you’re comfortable with.

I’ll reblog this everyday in October with the link to each fic

Divider creds: @tsunami-of-tears @xxbimbobunnyxx

[flyingwargle]

january fanfic recs!

the first round of recs are now here! i'm eager to find more life-changing bangers this year and share with everyone my favorites for each month <3 (also, i accept recs any time!)

all previous monthly recs are tagged with fanfic recs! check them out if you'd like more!

some of these fics are rated e!

sakuatsu

i would write ya a love letter t. 3k. sakusa is helping atsumu move when he finds an old love letter under the bed addressed to kita. love the premise and eventual getting together, as well as the comfort <3

i don't want you like a best friend e. 3.6k. atsumu is pining and everyone can tell except for sakusa. also, body worship, one of my favorite tropes.

particular e. 4.7k. mid-timeskip sakuatsu trying kink for the first time. always love rinpanna and winterwaltz's explicit works and this one doesn't disappoint.

parallax error: line of sight t. 11.6k. 2/2. i read atsumu's pov (parallax error: angle of inclination) last month and this one is sakusa's pov. it's really lovely to see how both sides fall for each other and both are beautifully written.

runner, runner t. 14.7k. atsumu, sakusa, and bokuto lose hinata during a night out in tokyo and try to look for him. amazing shenanigans, friendship, and feelings realization.

crypsis g. 16.1k. "what do you want, miya?" is the best quote to encapsulate this fic, with self-destructing atsumu afraid of taking the next step forward. beautiful prose and character dynamics.

On Love and Onigiri m. 20.5k. atsumu is a bestselling author and sakusa is a book critic who has never given his works 5 stars. atsumu is determined to change that. you'll also have to pry the trope of trying to impress your love interest from my cold, dead hands. i'll eat it up every time.

draw the line, and i'm losing my mind t. 26.1k. sakusa has his memory of atsumu wiped and atsumu, in petty revenge, does the same. this broke my heart and reduced me to my knees. it's angst with a hopeful ending, just in case you can't handle angst without a good ending.

NOT CLICKBAIT: Watch As Osaka Man Nearly Destroys Brother's Relationship t. side sunaosa. 27.9k. sakusa is accidentally roped into atsumu's scheme of helping both osamu and suna propose to each other separately. extremely funny and endearing. my favorite this month <3

sunaosa

touched down m. 20.5k. i have never read such a flavor of depressed osamu like this before, complemented with angst, introspection, and a hopeful ending. the prose will sink its teeth into you until you finish it all in one sitting.

sakuatsu & sunaosa

Sundays at Onigiri Miya t. 6.4k. the miya4 are always the best group to read, and this fic of sakusa and osamu trying to propose to their significant others doesn't disappoint.

iwaoi

please be a good man, please say you won't tell e. 21.9k. iwa accidentally sends a nude to the wrong person and now all of the jnt (read: atsumu) is trying to figure out who iwa's boyfriend is. also, he and oikawa keep getting sexiled. funny and heartwarming.

bokuaka

Catching Up e. 11.1k. akaashi finally realizes he may have feelings for bokuto but tries to quash them because surely bokuto won't reciprocate (spoilers: he does). great plot and spice!

A Second Chance e. 76.5k. 15/15. after breaking things off with bokuto four years ago, akaashi reconnects with him after he has to interview him after his match. imagine: mutual pining. hurt/comfort. angst. spice. mixed altogether with slowburn and you get this. an amazing read.

other

daybreak g. kagehina. 6k. kageyama study in the years between high school and when hinata returns from brazil. beautiful prose and feelings realization.

Infinite is Where We Live m. kuroken. 20.3k. glimpses of kuroo and kenma growing up together and all the ways kuroo is there for kenma, until it's kenma's turn to be there for him. you'd think kenma would be the anxious one but it's kuroo in this fic and wow, it's done beautifully.

A Split-Second of Violence g. hinata and karasuno-centric. 122.3k. 38/38. WOW. WAY TO BREAK MY HEART. the incident literally takes a split second and becomes a monster of friendship, hurt/comfort, and trauma. i hugged my hinata plush every night while reading this. we love and respect the karasuno family in this house.

[afyrian]

CONGRATULATIONS SM ON 200!! U DESERVE IT AND A LOT MOREEE‼️🤍

but anywayyy, for your 200 event, may I please have 🎤 + 🏐 with atsumu as a fic (long or short) if that's alright? :DD I live for songwriter x reader fics I adore them hihi

TYSM IF YOU DECIDE TO DO THIS!!! AND CONGRATULATIONS AGAINNN 🗣

off kilter love atsumu miya x gn!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 1k | prompt: songwriter + 'wait really? you're not joking?'

    soft instrumental music plays throughout the café, the harsh wind blowing against the side of the building. patrons of all sorts have made their way into the building, protecting themselves from the summer storm. atsumu sits by himself at a two-person table, staring at the music sheet in front of him.

  headphones rest on his ears as the relating melody replays over and over. he taps the floor absentmindedly with his foot, trying to feel the rhythm of the music. however, the only lyrics he can think of are the ones he's sloppily written on a napkin. they don't follow the rhythm of the song he's writing for, nor the feel of the album it's going on. 

  leaving atsumu to stare down at the napkin in front of him, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. chills run down his arms as he thinks about the very person he's written the lyrics about. and much to his surprise, there you stand, ordering coffee a few yards from him. a ring of fate's bell seemingly working in his favor.

  you have yet to notice him, focused on something on your phone. your hair was blown in the wind, your bag nearly falling off your shoulder. he could envision you like this for forever, off kilter but ultimately still the most beautiful person he's ever seen. probably more beautiful than he's normally seen you, because it's so real. 

  atsumu wants to walk up to you, but by the time he finally gains the courage, you're already ordering. he can practically hear your usual order, 'mocha frappuccino, some vanilla, and a drivel of caramel on top'. he honestly couldn't even remember the last time you asked him to get you something else. 

  now, though, he's positive you're ordering it again, a smile written across your face. just as you're handing off your credit card, your gaze flickering in his direction. as you're handing off the card, you open your mouth in surprise, giving him a short wave with your free hand. 

  very rarely do you see each other outside of work, but when you do, it sends atsumu's heart out of his chest. your professional wear unravels into streetwear and you wear a perfect smile. as you finish your transaction, atsumu quickly shoves the napkin under his wallet. anxiously sweating at the thought of you reading it. 

  "atsumu! hello, i'm so happy i dropped in here during that wind storm..." you look out of the large front windows, the small city trees blowing backwards from the extensive weathering, "because i'll be getting a drink and a conversation, plus i haven’t visited new grounds yet.”

  he nods enthusiastically, trying to figure out ways to talk to you casually, "yeah, i come here pretty much every day after work to think and write some lyrics."

  "well maybe i'll have to visit you some. i've had such writers block lately, and the artist i'm working for is begging for it to be done before the main festival season starts," you purse your lips, pulling out the chair across from him and sitting down without another thought. 

  normally, if it were anyone but you, he'd probably shake his head, annoyed. yet for you, he'd go to the end of the earth to find you a chair. just so you'd even have a thought of sitting across from him. "right, yeah, i'm having trouble too. none of the lyrics are working right, i may have to work on the melody some," atsumu taps his chin with his pencil, giving you a tired smile. 

  “well let’s brainstorm some, the storm isn’t dying down anytime soon and i’m still waiting on my coffee..” you lean forward in your chair, resting your elbows on the table as you look across the way at him. 

  the way you look at him sends his heart rate spiking, emotionally vulnerable to your whims. before he can get a word out, likely to stumble on it anyways, the barista calls out your name. “uh, let me go get that for you, i’ll probably grab us a snack too if you’re going to be here for a bit,” atsumu lets out a shaky breath, figuring he’d save the embarrassment if he offered you a snack. 

  you nod, biting your lip, watching as he picks up his wallet and heads for the pick up area. normally, you wouldn’t snoop on your colleague and friend’s things, but he left behind a little napkin. it was hiding below his wallet, something scribbled onto it with a pen. the café’s name, new grounds, in the top right corner. right below it rests a few sentences. 

  ‘i wanna get stuck in your head, i wanna watch a t.v. show together, and when we're under the weather we can watch it in bed…’ is written in poor cursive. your name is circled beside it, the writing more clear, more thought put into each letter of your name. you find yourself looking up at him, smiling to yourself. sure you’ve thought of him in more than one way, but never did you think he’d feel the same.

  the way he flirts, acting oh-so relaxed, felt so natural in front of you. like he’s done it a million times. except, really it’s just been for you. as he walks over you look down at your feet, wondering what to say to him. “uh- i don’t mean to eavesdrop, of sorts, is that song about me?”

  “oh- uh yeah, but i was just brainstorming, like you don’t have to say anything-”

  “but i like you too, i always have,” you look up at him, trying to hold back the smile that was fighting so badly to come to the surface. 

  it takes a moment for the gears in atsumu’s head to turn all the way. his eyes open wide as he tries to interpret what you’re saying, even if it’s really straightforward, “wait really? you’re not joking?”

  “yeah, yeah i’m not joking,” you reach your hand over the table, grabbing his hand with yours, “i wouldn’t joke about such a thing… especially when said someone knows my favorite pastry to buy…”

a/n: really hope this was good!! i hope you enjoyed it <33 AND TJANK YOU!! I APPRECIATE ALL THE LOVE!!

[causenessus]

hellooo do u have haikyuu fic recs for someone who is new on Tumblr :D especially social media AUs but i feel like ive read everything that i could find including yours or eggyrocks 😭

HELLO LOVE!! there are so many amazing authors omg hold on i'll try and keep it short and sweet <3 but here's a few authors i would recommend!! they all have amazing smaus <3

@nectardaddy has an amazing completed omi smau and an ongoing hinata smau, suna smau, kita smau/fic, and iwa smau!!! (THEY'RE ALL SO GOOD YOU COULD NOT GO WRONG READING ANY OF THEIR WORKS OML AND SHE PUTS SO MUCH THOUGHT AND EFFORT INTO EVERY SINGLE WORK AND THEY WRITE CHARACTERS SO WELL SORRY I WILL ALWAYS SAP FOR DODGER </3)

@zumicho has amazing completed smaus like an akaashi/iwaizumi x reader smau, suna smau, and oikawa smau and a super cool ongoing multiple AND interactive hq smau going on rn!!!

@afyrian has SO many cool and good works going on, they have ongoing smau called scenic soulmates (oikawa) and i would HIGHLY reccomend my bisque beau (osamu) which is a fic with a few tiny smau parts!! and all of their headcanons and other fics, such as cupid's custard (kiyoko) and golden goal for you (bokuto) which are both coming soon <33

@mollyrolls has so many bangers as well!! such as an iwaizumi smau, one for mattsun, and one for semi coming out soon <33

@cr4yolaas has super sweet smaus <3 such as one for kageyama and one for iwaizumi ongoing rn!! IT IS SO GOOD

@guitarstringed-scars is like the love of my life, the ravens eye diner (multiple) is one of my all time favorite works EVER and they also have a fic for atsumu going on right now, they just finished an oikawa smau, and have many other works coming out soon!!! <3

(and you already said @eggyrocks but in case anyone else sees this and is looking for recommendations and HASN'T read something by eggy i could not recommend ANYTHING that they've written enough everything they write is so so good so i had to include them in this post as well sorry for the tag ily eggy <3)

[feelyxstuff]

Fan Fiction Recommendation #3

Hey everyone! 🌟

I’m back with my third recommendation, and this one is all about the amazing IwaOi pairing! ♥ Before Sakusa and Atsumu came along, I was totally head over heels for IwaOi, and they’re still one of my top favorites!

I really hope you enjoy this pick, and have a fantastic day! 😊

(P.S. I’m going through a pretty significant change right now, and I spent the past few days diving into stories and getting lost in reading. Haha!)

Name: Conquering the Great King

Author: SuggestiveScribe

Fandom: Haikyuu!

Summary: Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.

Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

Rating: Explicit

Warning: No Arquive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Relationship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru; Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi; Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou; Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime; Oikawa Tooru; Kageyama Tobio; Sawamura Daichi; Sugawara Koushi; Kuroo Tetsurou; Kozume Kenma; Kindaichi Yuutarou; Azumane Asahi; Nishinoya Yuu; Kunimi Akira; Irihata Nobuteru

Additional Tags: #Alternate Universe #Alcohol #Smoking #Rimming #Orgasm Delay/Denial #Anal Fingering #Riding #Semi-Public Sex #Masturbation #Pining #Fluff and Angst #Friendship #Exes #Porn With Plot #Public Display of Affection #Hand & Finger Kink #Scent Kink #Blow Jobs #Mild Face-Fucking #Sexting #Nudes #Phone Sex #Dirty Talk #Light Bondage #Voyeurism #Begging #Power Bottom #69 (Sex Position) #Improper Use of Outerwear

Language: English

Stats: Completed 2015-05-30

Link for the fan fiction: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3301085/chapters/7209029

Link for the picture: https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/572449802653344782/

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My thoughts: Iwaizumi and Oikawa have become one of my top ships, right after the classics like DaiSuga, KageHina, TsukkiYama, and AsaNoya. Their dynamic is just so captivating! I fell for them after the initial excitement of the first years, and their chemistry really stuck with me. 💕

I recently came across this fanfiction that is an absolute gem. The author writes IwaOi so perfectly, capturing their personalities and interactions flawlessly. The story is set with them as businessmen— Iwa is a dedicated editor, and Oikawa is in finance (from what I remember). They meet for what they think is a ‘one-time thing,’ but the chemistry between them is off the charts! The plot is so well-crafted and teasing that you’ll be hooked from start to finish.

There are also side relationships like DaiSuga and KurooKen (which I adore and totally recommend their side fics too!), along with a bit of AsaNoya and KageHina. It’s exciting to follow these characters through adult life challenges and savor the satisfying ending. Dive in and enjoy the ride! 🌟📚

My tags: iwaoi; haikyuu

[kingyo-konbini]

TAKING WHAT’S NOT YOURS [KITA SHINSUKE X READER]

[SUMMARY] kita’s friend suddenly moves out of town without a word. he doesn’t realize how much she took with her when she left. [PRONOUNS] she/her [GENRE] light angst | song fic [POV] third person [WORD COUNT] 977 [CONTENT] miscommunication/lack thereof | unknowing mutual pining | inspo from song lyrics [A/N] may or may not have stolen this from a thing I wrote for my oc and tweaked it a bit…

(I still have everything you brought / But you never took)

She’d left her book.

It was a strange book, one Kita had never read himself despite finding the title intriguing. “Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World” by Murakami Haruki. She was more than halfway through it, the pale blue bookmark he’d given her sticking out from the pages.

It sat on his desk, next to a near-empty pack of peach-flavored gum. She’d left that, too.

The thought of reading the book for himself crossed his mind, but the moment the thought occurred, a sick, sour feeling bubbled up in his stomach, telling him he couldn’t—he needed to save her spot, so she could pick it up again when they met.

The gum, however, did need to go. He was more of a mint fan himself, and the gum might go stale by the time they reunited. Could gum go stale? Regardless, it would just be better to buy her a new pack, anyway.

His feet wouldn’t move towards his desk, though.

[“You left your book and some gum.”]

The text went through, but was never answered.

The book and the pack of gum remained on his desk, untouched, for almost a month. Then, his grandmother took pity on him and threw the pack away and put the book on his bookshelf.

She didn’t say anything about it, and neither did he.

[“Granny threw the gum away, I’m sorry. I’ll buy you a new pack.”]

The text went through, but was never answered.

[“Are you coming back?”]

The text went through, but was never answered.

[“Are you coming back?”]

He stopped texting her.

(And although I think I’ll miss them / At least there’s proof of my existence)

They weren’t dating. They had never dated. He was her best friend, and in some ways she was his, too. They shared things, and she had developed a bad habit of leaving things at his home.

Kita, on the other hand, always made sure to keep track of his things. There was one time a knit hat went missing, but he quickly discovered that she had absconded with it after being surprised by a cold front. She offered to return it, but he declined. It looked better on her.

There was another time she asked to borrow a pen before classes started, stating that she’d forgotten hers at home. How she could forget her pen dumbfounded him, but he provided her with one of his own, nonetheless. A never used, black ink ballpoint pen; his favorite brand, and one of the last ones he had remaining. He didn’t tell her this, knowing that she would refuse to even borrow it with that knowledge. He didn’t ask for it back after class.

Granny had helped clean out the family’s house after they moved, and she’d mentioned offhandedly once that despite leaving in a hurry, they hadn’t forgotten a single thing.

For some reason, it felt good to think that she still had his hat and his pen, even if she didn’t remember where they’d come from.

(You know where to find me)

Nobody really brought her up once news of her moving made it around the school. Kita didn’t think it was out of sympathy for him, which although thoughtful was unnecessary, but more so because the year was ending and life doesn’t stop for one girl.

His unread texts to her were buried beneath other texts with his family, friends, and teammates. Her book remained on his bookshelf, with the pale blue bookmark saving her place. Eventually the scent of peaches stopped reminding him of her. He bought mint gum and finished the pack.

His number didn’t change, nor did his address.

One time Miya Atsumu asked about her after practice. It wasn’t even a question directed at Kita, but instead towards Ojiro.

“Did we ever find out what happened to-?”

“Her family moved away.” Ojiro answered, glancing at Kita, who didn’t look away from the ball he was wiping off.

“Do we know where?”

“I think I heard someone mention Tokyo once.”

“Did she ever reach out to ya, Kita-san?”

Kita ignored the smack on the arm Ojiro gave the older twin.

“No.”

“But y’all were close, weren’t ya?”

Ojiro hissed at him to shut up. Kita shrugged.

“She knows where I am.”

Miya Atsumu never brought her up after that.

(And I know where to look)

It was unexpected, seeing her on the court.

She sat on the ground, fiddling with a large, fancy camera in her lap. Another girl stood behind her, leaning over her shoulder and watching. The Nekoma team’s captain was standing in front of her, laughing.

She looked the same, from where he stood. He imagined that she would think the same of him.

A low whistle speared the air behind him. “No way. Is that…?” Kita hummed in favor of a response. “What’s she doin’ here?”

He didn’t have an answer to Ojiro’s question.

He looked away.

It didn’t surprise him to find her lurking in the hallways outside the bathroom just before the Inarizaki team was set to start warming up; if he’d spotted her, then she must have spotted him and remembered his little routine prior to the start of a game. It just felt better to begin playing with clean hands.

Her camera wasn’t with her, and there was a hollow, sorrowful expression on her face. She met his eyes for a moment, and then looked back at the ground.

She didn’t say anything.

Kita tried to ignore what felt like a thousand snakes moving around in his stomach upon being so close to her again. He hadn’t ever consciously thought about it until that moment: he’d missed her.

“Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World.”

“I still have your book.”

And she still smelled like peaches.

[duhitsitadori]

Into a Thousand Pieces

Synopsis: Prince Miya Atsumu despises his knight Sakusa Kiyoomi. They both can at least agree on that about each other. Yet upon Atsumu juggling his princely duties, needing to find a suitor, and getting himself to grasp the concept that he will be king in a year's time, he unexpectedly finds himself writing this down: Rule No. 1–– Don’t Fall in Love with your Knight.

CHAPTER 1– The Future King

Tags + Tw (please read): Sakuatsu, Knight x Royalty AU, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Atsumu, Injury Chapter Summary:  “Ma’ god that took you a melon! Yer knees gettin’ bad or somethin’?” Atsumu says with full confidence. “I think you mean a millennium, your highness.” And this is the future king? Sakusa Kiyoomi has been asking himself the same question for years. Fandom: Haikyuu Section: Fanfics, 2/1/2025 A/N: GUYS. I’m literally shook. I've had this fic in the basement since AUGUST OF 2023. HO!!!!!! THAT’S NEARLY TWO WHOLE ASS YEARS. This shit might have been EXPIRED. But yk how candy doesn’t expire yea that’s why we’re here… still eating this shit up. I think it’s just that I’ve come back to it off and on tbh. I only recently started adding/fixing a lot in this fic cuz you already know I had to come back to my roots. Sakuatsu is my otp, my forever my everything ya feel ya feel ya feel? Time passes by so quickly, and upon editing this fic I realize it is still number one nowhere near finished and two that I’ve grown so much as a writer. Guys.. this fic might be a little too important to me so enjoy it. Besitos.

Atsumu couldn’t wait for the day that he could get out of this grimy palace that he calls ‘home’. Although practically impossible, he’d grown to loathe the smell of aging bricks, pragmatic books, and all the royal duties that came with it. On the contrary, the most intriguing part of its entirety is the open window of the east tower where his royal knight trains just below everyday precisely in the afternoon.

“Omi, what cha’ doin’?” Atsumu yelled, leaning smugly over the edge. 

On occasion when Atsumu is in danger; so almost never, Sakusa would answer his vexing calls from that window. He’d perform the same motion regularly of shooting a barely acknowledging glance at the prince without a word, and promptly continue with his routine of slashing soulless dummies.

Atsumu clicked his tongue, and counted: “that’s day 100.” He pranced gallantly over to his desk opening the seemingly only neat part of the cacophonous desk scattered with various texts yet to be read. He smirked, picking up a single sheet of paper between his fingers from a uniform stack. He dipped the quill in the ink, biting his lip as he drew a single tally mark under the rather conspicuous title: ‘Omi so Boldly and Gracefully Ignores the Future King’. Out of the several of these papers, which he kept proudly under his bed, his favorite one he’s come up with is: ‘Reasons why my Knight Should Be Rightfully Banished from my Side’. He’s profoundly boastful about that one, in fact he told Sakusa himself, who expectedly disapproved, but agreed that it was the most ‘royal’ he had ever sounded when addressing someone. Every one hundred days was another taunting title, another tally, another reason for Miya Atsumu to amplify his own spite for being stuck with the famously noble knight known as Sakusa Kiyoomi.

The prince looked at the tally as though it were his latest and lengthy masterpiece. He twiddled with the quill between his fingers, grinning at all one hundred standing lines and slashes until finally rising and returning to the familiar tower cill. 

“C’mon Omi!” He said, pasting his palm to his cheek, moping in distress mockingly. “Aren’t I more interestin’ than those stuffed dummies?”

Kiyoomi heaved. Full armor, and one of the hottest summer days. He couldn’t have thought of a worse way to end training today.

Atsumu, in his own twisted, spoiled, princely fashion way, couldn't find a more perfect day to cause an inconvenience. He grabbed his throat, sticking out his tongue as though rain would suddenly start falling and save him from his imaginary decade long drought. Swimming through the humid air he pleaded,“Omi! Omi! I dun’ feel so good. I think ima faint from the heat!”, buckling his knees for extra effect.

The sweaty knight looked up and cocked his eyebrows at the immersive sight. It eluded him every time: how Atsumu could imagine these intricately deluded scenes on the spot, and yet never learn to memorize his own public speeches when it really mattered. There were no “ums” no “ohs”, or “I forgots”, when it came to Atsumu’s daily mission of pissing him off– and everyday was a flawless victory. It’s all irrelevant though, only a measly nuisance that frequently appears within his duty to protect the heir. Miya Atsumu is mediocre: and perhaps, Kiyoomi thought, with utterly desperate hopes, that it’d finally come clear as day when that crown eventually sits on his head.

He shrugged his shoulders down, throwing his head into the shadow of the tree, finally pulling his sword from the torso of the training dummy. Atsumu observed quietly, taking Kiyoomi’s motion as sweet, victorious obedience. The knight met the gaze of his prince, who was staring amusingly at the site. Sakusa rolled his eyes, pacing dreadfully to enter the tower doors, readily obliged to Atsumu’s apparent ‘danger’.

The prince snickered.

—

Atusmu loved to play pretend. Fortunately for Sakusa Kiyoomi, he stopped joining the fun promptly at seven years old when he’d begun his knightly training. Now, at 22 years old, he had the extreme privilege of protecting the life of his kingdom's wealthiest man-child who was anxiously bouncing his knee, with his feet flat on the floor wearing the expression of overwhelming concentration upon the pages of a book covering the concepts of world trade.

The focused prince only broke out of his haze when the wooden door slammed open, and he thought that  the stoic knight might’ve just broken the door against the tower bricks. He hid the grin behind the leather cover of his book, and peered conveniently over the top of the pages. Atsumu glanced audaciously just over his eyelashes, while Kiyoomi lasered his gaze sternly into the back of the prince's skull. He wants nothing to do with me, Miya thought; It’s astonishing.

“Prince Miya.” Sakusa bluntly muttered. Atsumu shook his head back into his fantastical persona of an intellectual regal, taking careful intentions of poshly placing his book onto the polished wood desk. He straightened his back passively, folding hands meticulously and clearing his throat, “Omi.”

The knight sighed, “What ails you this time?” Atsumu routinely waited for that nonchalantly gravitational tone like fresh breakfast after a long slumber. Devouring his knights' undivided and devoted attention was one of his many joys, and there was no other pleasure than absolutely thriving in Sakusa Kiyoomi’s apparent frustration. “I told ya’ Omi it’s this heat!”, and living for the tense jaw that rested above that sturdy, mole freckled neck that responded back to the dramatism was no exception.

“No, Prince Miya,” Kiyoomi spat out his response as though this was no matter for posing rhetorical questions. He knew his prince well enough to know that his stupidity wouldn’t allow him to live in such stable, mature things like absolutes. A futile remark always led to that sort of situation, and Kiyoomi saw it all play out ten steps ahead. “What is it really, because I can’t make the goddamn sun go any further from the earth.” He continued.

His gritting pearly whites were always the cherry on top. A daily afternoon satisfaction that never fails: that elicits from Atsumu’s extravagantly irritating efforts. It’s just unfortunate that Sakusa Kiyoomi happens to be the very heart of it all. It’s also a shame, almost pitiful, for the prince that even in his own gaudy act he still stutters without intention. “Tch. I dunno,” Atsumu trails. “Just go, and uh, fetch me a water or somethin’.”

“Yes, your highness.” Sakusa bowed quickly, and turned his back to the heir. Atsumu breathed, searching for something else. “Oh and Omi!” he shouted, making the knight hesitate to take hold of the door knob. Sakusa nudged his head slightly, offering his ear to the last part of the prince’s request: “Make it cold!”

Atsumu could see the loathful shudder that traveled from the knight's feet to the back of his curly-haired head. If Sakusa Kiyoomi had the ability to make the very earth shake for a mere second to scare the living shit out of Miya Atsumu, he would’ve done it twice; so that not only would the prince shut up, but start crying in fear of his demise. But luckily enough for the blonde royal, he doesn't have to fear, and he’ll never have a reason to. Not as long as he has his knight by his side, not as long as he’s the heir to the throne– and Sakusa Kiyoomi knew better than to let his pent up anger get the best of him. It was a dual-life, this life of duty and valor that was the best outcome the universe could’ve possibly come up with for him. 

“Stop calling me that.” he stated for the millionth time, opening the door and closing it behind him.

And of course, that all came with a price. Life will never be bliss the way we’d like, Kiyoomi knew that better than anyone. And so, he proceeds to drag himself down the stairs to seek cold water for his parched prince.

—

Atsumu was on the last page of a book he just about took in nothing of. Every other sentence was skipped with only a blot of transition words sticking to his memory, and all the relevant content seemed to slip even when he reread it. Atsumu saw no point in teaching him anything since he had turned eighteen four years ago, the king had insisted all of his ‘fun’ books be switched out for the books that addressed the royal laws and duties of his soon to be kingdom. He learned quickly that the overload of information wasn’t meant for his kind of processing, it always went one ear out the other even when he tried. He nagged about how boring all of it was to Sakusa, complaining about the quizzes that took place promptly every Sunday by his royal tutor, who consistently gave slaps on the wrist for failing or just barely passing. Long lectures would always follow from several sources as if the physical consequence wasn’t enough for the prince, of ‘one day you will be king’, questions of disbelief like ‘did you even read the books?’, and blatant chastising comments of ‘how improper’ he entirely is. That knowledge stretched further than the palace walls throughout Atsumu’s adolescent years, and it became widely known throughout the kingdom that Miya Atsumu was stupid. Plain out stupid, conceited, selfish, and childish. The prince tried to believe that it all wasn’t so hopeless if he really wanted to give himself credit, it’s not like he wasn’t trying, and he certainly wasn’t proud of this unbearable fact either. He just knew that deep down his subjects probably knew that they were utterly wrong about him– that this crowded perception of him was merely an archetype that would gradually pass he finally got to rule. He reassured himself that he’d prove this notion, and believed it truly. 

But absolutely no one in the entire kingdom, not even the generous king himself, could’ve possibly believed in Miya Atsumu more than Sakusa Kiyoomi.

“Prince Miya, your book is upside down.”

And there stood a flushed knight with a glass chalice of water, dreading the sight of the clearly innovative prince.

“Omi!” Prince Atsumu shouted, nearly throwing his book five somersaults in the air. He pushed out his chest, swallowing in recoil from the sudden jolt his body had thrown him in.  “Ma’ god that took you a melon! Yer knees gettin’ bad or somethin’?”

“I think you mean a millennium, your highness.”

“Nuh uh, it’s just the heat gettin’ to me.” The prince pursed his lips averting his gaze from Kiyoomi. He held his hand out and faced himself nonchalantly towards the window, “Now, come hand me my cold chalice.”

Sakusa let himself have the pleasure of releasing a soft scoff, so maybe by some miraculous acknowledgment Atsumu would drop the act. He motioned himself forward to Atsumu’s desk annoyingly close to where the prince's feet rest at the top, ‘reading’ his book ever so studiously. Just at that very second, Sakusa swore the prince’s waiting hand was in a sort of twist. He couldn’t figure out what it was about today, maybe the fact he was perspiring nonstop during his warmups, or the fact his knee let out minor twitches here and there whenever he struck his foot forward. He deduced it was just the odd configuration of Miya Atsumus' pretentious face appearing one too many times today, more than usual. But since when was he ever keeping count?

“By the way Omi, how ever so kind of ya tah’ remember I love my drinks in glass chalices… but I mean who else coulda’ known that, ya know me so well…”

Maybe it was just some recurring average that would suffice Sakusa Kiyoomi’s logic just for today. Today, he had zero capacity even with his astute wits to put up with the density of the prince. It was yet another box to check, not something to pay any mind, especially not his own.

“And Omi, ma’ lord I swear to my own father that I am just so grateful for ya’... Omi?

He knew better than that. Better than anyone in the entire kingdom that he just needed to let empty sentences, thoughts, and people trail off as intended– let it all wander somewhere past him in the pointless haze. Someday, he thinks, maybe it’d all have meaning as it moves effortlessly through him. Yet there’s something tranquil about the tepid warmth that hits the side of his face and pours into the rest of his body, cradling him into this suspenseful trance of sinking. Sakusa Kiyoomi, desperately grasping for conscientious resilience against a plunging weight three times his own for one of the more sparse moments in his life, finds himself submitting to the mystifying pleasure of comfort.

“Omi?” Atsumu double-took the oddity of the knight's hesitation. He observed as Kiyoomi’s face stood fixed and molded into a plain expression, as though every pore in his skin refused to breathe vitality into his soul. “Omi, my chalice, please. Are ya well, ya look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Mmmmm…” the knight hummed, though not conscious of it.

“...Sakusa?”

Atsumu followed the heavy back and forth movement of Sakusa’s head, and the slow, drowsy close of his eyes. The prince forgot to react, in fact it wouldn’t dawn upon him even after the chalice sloppily falls out of his knight's two fingers that it shattered into a thousand pieces on the brick floor– and Sakusa Kiyoomi followed.

The prince left a moment of silence. Atsumu never thought he could experience such an upsetting sensation where his stomach could stop his mouth entirely from producing even a sound, and more importantly an incredibly solitary state where time itself could move without any sort of consideration for him.

“O-Omi!”

Atsumu practically squealed, launching himself out of his chair in a frantic haste. He shakily scans the entire room for an answer, capturing nothing but shuffled books, papers, and finally the grey brick wall. For Atsumu, even the wall was an appealing prospect to threaten his life. He thought maybe he could die in this moment: this was possibly the closest he had ever been to it after all; death. After all, it’s approximately 12:30 in the afternoon, he knows that because usually this is around the time Kiyoomi stops training for the day. Which also means, every one of the palace workers in the east corridor is on their break for at least fifteen minutes. But this couldn’t wait fifteen minutes, he thought, raking his delicate fingertips into his own blonde hair, Sakusa could be dying and Atsumu would’ve just witnessed it. How is he going to survive when the only knight that can handle him is dying? At the hands of the future king? Kiyoomi can’t go out like this– that's Atsumus' verdict. Not while the fainted knight in front of him holds one too many secrets and truths about him, not when he would have to go through the motions of explaining himself.

Rule No. 1 of A Guide to Being A Worthy Ruler, ‘always take matters into your own hands if possible with help’

 and of course there was no latter, so, promptly, the former.

I should check if he’s alive first, he thought. The skill isn’t really necessary for a ruler, but Sakusa showed him once. It was all brought up because Atsumu made a comment about how he thinks one of his worst fears would be to be buried alive. The knight invalidated the possibility, and the prince questioned whether it was a matter of wizardry, and that if Kiyoomi was really a wizard, he should’ve just said so and taught him a few spells. Atsumu jumped back when Kiyoomi brought two fingers to his delicate neck, and held it with light pressure. “There is a pulse here, just as there is one in your chest”, he’d say. Atsumu knelt down slowly, taking two of his fingers and bringing them to the crook of Sakusa’s neck. Atsumu shook, please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead, please. He pressed lightly to be met with the reassuring pulse of his knight. The vibration against his fingers left a feverish warmth lingering on the prince's fingertips, and he wiped the vast amount of sweat back on Kiyoomi when he retracted his fingers. Atsumu looked around gawking in realization that Kiyoomi had fainted from the heat. He glanced at the pieces of the chalice now into smithereens on the floor, wondering if his knight truly needed that water, why didn’t he just drink out of it? He wouldn’t have fainted.

This is all his fault.

Atsumu threw Sakusa’s arm over his shoulder and hobbled into a stance.

“Gee Omi, you’re heavy. Maybe think about losin’ some weight.”

Atsumu fumbled down the stone stairs of the east tower to the closest room available without help:

His bedroom.

—

Sakusa felt a heaviness on his head, and peculiarly his feet. He furrowed his eyebrows, slapping his hand over his eyes. His head pounded, and his heart thumped through his ears. “Hinata, how long was I out for?”

“Sorry, Omi. I’m not Hinata.”

Sakusa paused, sighing at the sound of the familiar accent.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Oh shit.”

Atsumu tilted his head, a tinge of concern shaping his vowels. “Omi? Are ya well?”

Sakusa thought he should’ve just died instead of waking up. Here, anywhere but here would’ve been better than anything, even hell. sat up from Atsumu’s bed. He grips the soft sheets, searching for any consolation that he wasn’t already a dead man as it is. Sakusa has never messed up this bad. Maybe a few times his sword slipped from his hand into the wrong position, or he lost sight of Atsumu for a couple of seconds, but this was bad. Really bad. He messed up.

“No, No. Your highness, are you well?” It was the most wide-eyed Atsumu had ever seen him. He could’ve mistaken his knight's question for a coo.

“Omi,” Atsumu thinks he might be living in an alternate universe. Of course, Sakusa Kiyoomi would be the only one who could make him feel stupid enough not to be aware of where he was despite being the only completely conscious one in this situation. “I’m perfectly fine and dandy but-”

Sakusa didn’t wait for another word to slip out of the prince's mouth. His feet reacted first, throwing his weight out from under the covers and attempting to come to standing. His head knocked at his skull again, and threw him around in a second trance.

“Omi!” Atsumu watched as Sakusa’s body threw him around like a drunk dancer. “Please lay back down ya we’re burnin’ up in yer sleep I think yer ill and-”

“Your highness. Please.”

“No,” the prince stood to meet his knight's shifty gaze. “Omi I command you, rest!”

Sakusa threw his hands, “Your highness! If you will,” he said, almost barking through his teeth. “But I have just so ignorantly abandoned my duties! My duty to you!”

Atsumu jumped back at the sudden sternness. Atsumu was never barked at in such ways, as really most of the time he was the one doing so. And Sakusa, on the other hand, had always spoken to him in his usual knightley composure. Such a composure that he knew no matter how much he hated Miya Atsumu, he was just as much obligated to the Prince.

Sakusa digresses, his eyes softening at the sheer sight of the Prince's pale face and torn up pants.

Sakusa cleared his throat.

His eyes scan around the room, his head swiveling around to the door. “Does the palace know I’m here?” He sighs.

“No.”

“Are you going to do anything about it?”

“…No.”

“Why?”

Atsumu grips his sheet covers. In any other circumstance, Sakusa would’ve been promptly beheaded the next morning. Atsumu hated Sakusa. Hated that, no matter what he would always be babysitting him. Hated that, whenever Atsumu attempts to go on one of his bold excursions to escape from the palace, Sakusa was always two steps ahead waiting to escort him back. Hated that, Sakusa Kyoomi very apparently pities him.

“Well,” Atsumu pauses, struggling to meet the knight's dark eyes. “I wouldn’t do that to ya, Omi.”

His eyes flicker back, finding Sakusa’s expression to be unchanged. He never wavers, even upon utmost tension. That’s one thing Atsumu can at least admit he admires, maybe even envies about him.

“My god,” Sakusa whispers, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Let me have a look at you.”

Sakusa knelt down to where Atsumu sat on the side of the bed and began to examine the bloody holes in his pants.

Atsumu giggled, “So ya noticed huh?”

“Of course I did.” Sakusa blinked, pinching the torn material between his dexterous fingers. “Since when does a Prince like you ever allow himself to walk around with bloody holes in his clothes?”

“Hm.” Atsumu pouted.

The fireplace next to the bed crackled, interrupting the silence. Nonetheless, Atsumu couldn’t help but focus on the warm luscious glow that washed over Sakusa Kiyoomi’s features. Atsumu had never really taken note of any of it, except the two apparent moles just above his eyebrow. But now he had taken note of how full his curls looked in this illumination, and how just below his side burns followed a chiseled jaw, and even lower, a softly rounded chin. Sure, Sakusa Kiyoomi may have had some rough spots all over from training, and countless hours of fighting. But he looked as though he had just been freshly sculpted, or painted. Atsumu hates this, sitting here deciding whether he looks like a statue or a porcelain doll while his knight tends to his wounds.

And after the conclusion, how to make a nuisance out of it.

Sakusa lifted his head. “How’d you get them?”

“I carried ya’ over,” Atsumu stated, proudly. “I probably just got nicked here and there by the walls and floors. You were pretty heavy.”

“Tch.” Sakusa scoffs and tugs on the bottom of Atsumu’s pants, “May I?”

“Take em’ off?”

“No!” Sakusa jumped, and cleared his throat. “No. Just– I’m just going to lift them off your knees, Prince Miya.”

“Oh. Well yea…” Atsumu scratched his head. The innuendo wouldn’t hit him till later that night, before he goes to sleep. “what else we’re ya thinkin’?”

“You were the one who–” Sakusa pauses, capturing the genuinely puzzled look on the prince's face. Blondes. “okay. Proceeding.”

Sakusa lifts Atsumu’s pants gently and finds three wounds. One on his thigh, which was barely a scrape, and one on his shin which was the just of the same minority. But the worst of all was the still bleeding and tender one with a small piece of glass hanging out of Atsumus knee. Sakusa snarled.

“Nicked,” Sakusa clicks his tongue. “Is an understatement. You’re gonna be a lousy ruler, you know.”

“Oh yea? How da ya’ know that?” Atsumu challenges.

“Because,” Sakusa took the small piece of glass gently between his index and middle finger, pulling back swiftly.

“OUCH!”

“You save your knights,” he continues. “If I die, I die. And that’s at no expense to you. It shouldn’t be.”

“But Omi, I didn’t know if ye were dead. I dun know what I’d…” Atsumu trails. “What I’d do.”

“Do?” the knight scoffs. “You ask for help, Prince Miya.”

Sakusa hoisted himself up and walked over to the fireplace, where he discarded the small piece of glass.

Atsumu’s eyes follow the knight's motions, attempting to think up any excuse. “Well, they were all on break.” He swallowed, “I can’t just–”

“Doesn’t matter.” Sakusa answered swiftly. “They’ll help you and you shouldn’t feel sorry for it. They serve you.”

Atsumu's heart sinks. Sakusa pays no attention to the shift, and motions to the prince’s bedroom door. “Now I’m going to get a towel and some alcohol to clean you up. Just wait here.” And Sakusa Kyoomi hopes he does just wait. He knows he’d probably be dead in the next five minutes should anyone else see the prince in this condition. “Study for your next quiz,” he suggests. “I believe now that is, and should have been your priority.”

And before Sakusa can find the door handle, Atsumu finds a stroke of courage. “Well,” he blurts. “I dun really like that.”

Sakusa’s hand lingers over the cold metal. “Like what? Studying?”

“Nuh uh.” Atsumu says, shaking his head adamantly. “Servin’.”

The Knight cocks an eyebrow at the Prince.“Huh?”

“I don’t like that ya serve me.”

Atsumu enunciates every syllable like he could die on that statement alone. Sakusa goes quiet, and still air surrounds the room.

“That’s quite alright, Prince Miya.” He tries to reassure him accordingly. But he knows the problem isn’t the rest of the kingdom that will fall into his hands. “I’ll be gone anyways after you become king.”

Sakusa walks out, shutting the door tight. Atsumu stares, left to ponder on his next perplexion of the almighty royal quiz.

—–

“Sakusa, are you feeling alright?” A bubbly voice calls out. “You look hellishly pale.”

Sakusa squeezes a wet towel from a bucket and reaches for the cabinet. As if Prince Miya wasn’t enough of a bother, Sakusa Kiyoomi also had to bear the burden of sharing bed chambers with the eccentric Hinata Shoyo. But at least, he thinks, it isn’t Bokuto Koutarou– who is a neighboring knight of theirs.

“I’m alright Hinata.” he says, flicking the damp cloth out. “I just went all out today.”

“Again? Jeez.” the orange-haired knight, always full of expression gasps. “No wonder you're entrusted with the Prince, you train all day no matter sunshine or rain!”

“Tch.” Sakusa purses his lips into a pout. This is the one thing that is nice about his roommate: he gets an infinite pass to complain. “Well, it’s not always very peaceful.”

“Go figure…” And the best part, Sakusa Kiyoomi thinks, is that Hinata Shoyo agrees. “I mean honestly, who wants to watch over the Prince? He’s the royal ditz of the century.”

Oh, and he’s to Sakusa’s surprise, funny. “Yea, I know.”

But this time Sakusa walks the awkward line of the remark being funny and wanting to reject it. Hinata, observant as ever, leans against the counter pointing his lips at the lack of return Sakusa gives him.

“You sure you’re alright man?” The short knight's lips curl into a smirk. “I mean normally you’d be going off on the guy.”

The silence stretches alarmingly thin. “...I owe him a favor.” Sakusa almost mutters.

“A favor, huh?” Hinata tilts his head, following his eyes with the dark-haired knight pacing quickly to the door.

Sakusa swings it open, turning back only to briefly answer.

“Yea. And I forgot to say thank you.”

— © —@duhitsitadori DO NOT repost, copy, or translate any of my works.

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Unfinished but Honorable mentions:

Jealousy - E - 911 - BuckTommyEddie - 1,299 words so far

Writing this one for @librarianafterdark <3 I’m far from finished but I have absolutely loved writing this so far and am sure I will continue to :D

Raising Megumi - Not rated yet - Jujutsu Kaisen - SatoSugu - 344 words so far

This was an idea I had, but TJ who is tagged above, @a-bi-cat-with-books , and @fabled-lady-twilla have all encouraged it and I am thankful for that <3 I haven’t written much of it yet, but I know I’m gonna have a lot of fun with it!

[askew-d]

Hello...Have you watched Haikyuu movies? It's great....And we got lots of Kuroken moments and "that"one Kagehina moment.... So, as Kagehina shipper, have you ever ship Hinata or Kageyama with other character? For me, I have read Kageyama with Oikawa fic (I enjoy it but not really into that ship, all the time thinking of Iwaoi) and Hinata with Atsumu fic (one of my friend love that ship, wrote a fic and asked me to read them). And as much as they're all good, my otp will always be Kagehina. Like they were made for each other and it has to be them...

Do you also have other ships that you love from MDZS and TGCF? Sorry, if you asked me this, I have at least 8 ships in total from those two series, all of them are non canon (Xuexiao, Xiyao, Zhuiling, Beafleaf, Fengqing, Quanyin, Peihuang, Xuyue)....

Sorry for this random and long ask, hope you don't mind....

hello, anon!! sorry i am late for this, hope you understand. life has been crazy, haha. anyway, let us go: i did watch the haikyuu films and recently in was at the cinema with a friend watching the dumpster battle, let me tell you i was OVERJOYED!!! heavens, i could not control my anxiety. though my friend also likes the anime, she isnt as obsessed as me and didnt even finish the last season when we talked about watching the brand new release, so i had the OUTSTANDING experience of rewatching it with her so we could buy the tickets after!! i lost count of how many times i watched it and how many times i made other friends try it out (at some point, i recommended it to even one of my students during a totally unrelated discourse, hahahaha, hope he shares his opinions once this winter break finishes).

since i watched haikyuu about... five years ago? i must have rewatched some seasons more than ten times. its my comfort show! love every film also. about the ships, kagehina is my endgame, but i definitely love kuroken, iwaoi, bokuaka and sakuatsu (though i consume kagehina content much more). of course every ship is valid, i cannot judge anyone, however, i personally cant see hinata or kageyama with anyone else and do not read stories too focused on other relationships :) i can comprehend why fans see something with oikawa and kageyama, or even oikawa and hinata (considering their interaction in rio), but i do not settle with it in my heart. its just profiles and options, anyway! dont mind, dont mind.

i agree with you. for me, they are soulmates through and through. perfect for each other. one is the promise, the other is the anchor. they might be one of the couples i have seen anywhere that matches each other's vibe the best.

about mxtxt works, my favorite side ships are moshang and beefleaf. i can see the appeals in each one you mentioned, but i just never quite got interested to the point of reading about it, sorry!! some of them maybe its because they did not have a finale extra shot, or at least they were not as spoken/seen together as they were individually. for fengqing, though i like them as a side couple in hualian fanfics, i never quite got engaged in their story together, many times they just annoyed me (god, im scared of saying that and people coming at me, but there you go). but i know they have their values and some interactions i could almost forget my light, petty resentment for their actions and laugh along. beefleaf though? mobei-jun and his creator shang qinghua? heavens, i wanted to see more of them.

so, this is it! do not worry about asking whatever and whenever you want to ask. i love coming here to answer them when i have the time. thank you!! hope you can spot a nice sunset and take a relaxing shower today.

[blucassiopeia]

Almost - 1

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, NSFW 18+ content MDNI, mentions of heavy drinking and getting drunk, drunken fluff, drunk foreplay inc. dry humping, oral fem!receiving, cheating(?), pining, angst, comfort (?), stupidly complicated, surprising and agitating

part 1 - 8.4k words ; part 2 - 6.7k words

A Miya Osamu x reader ft Miya Atsumu one shot, is this one shot?

a/n: y'all can cuss me on this piece LMAO, more clues, read between the lines and you might pick up more clues

Blaring beats, an ocean of alcohol and drunk people, intoxicating smell, annoying big feet of people not being kind on your own, flirty gestures, incessant stranger grindings, travelling hands.

Ugh.

"Drink."

You shouted at your friend's ear and you didn't wait for her to respond. She's busy with someone else, you doubted she heard you. You rolled your eyes as you made your way to the bar counter, dodging people along the way.

You were with five friends when you got here, and now, the only friend you're with is dancing and grinding with someone else, leaving you to yourself. You wanted to go home. Why did you even give this bar hopping a chance? You still have reports to finish. You kinda regret having an apartment so close to the nightlife alleys of Osaka.

"Y/n, it's going to be fun, come on!"

"Don't be a KJ. Let's goooo~"

"Unwind, Y/n. Go out there and flirt!"

And the last one just offered you a laugh because she knows you're giving in all the same.

You pursed your lips as the bar counter comes to view. You ran a hand on your bare face and fixed your topー

ーthen you saw that hair you'll recognize anywhere.

Done with this part? Go to part 2.

You stuttered in your steps, the other alcohol creatures blurring, eyesight focused on his hair and built, the expanse of his back. Your breath quickened and your feet turned to the door's direction, heartbeats louder than the bar's music.

"'Samuuuu~ that 'ya?"

Fucking shit.

Out of the door., Y/n.

"'am with friendsss, 'ya know them~"

Fuck. Fuck!

FASTER!

"Oh! One's there! Y/n~"

I'm gonna kill her later., you thought as you turned around. The last thing you wanted to happen is him getting suspicious about you avoiding him and his fucking Miya ego.

Your lip twitched at your friend who's giggling now, making distance from the man, giving you space in between. You unconsciously cleared your throat before settling down, fiddling your fingers as you waited for somethingーanything. Until your friend groaned at your side.

"Two stiffs!" She laughed and wobbled out of her high chair. One hand combing her hair back, she flashed a lopsided smile, can't even see straight. "Alright, 'am gonna dance~ 'Samuu~ keep her company, 'yea?"

Furrowing your brows, you looked over your shoulder as your eyes followed her, not even waiting for Miya Osamu to respond. You let out a shaky laugh as you faced the counter again, the bartender eyeing you from the other end if you might want him to whip you a drink.

"What are 'ya drinkin'?" Really, Y/n? Is that your first line of conversation after so many years?

"Sum'thin' ta get me drunk?" Of course.

You smiled awkwardly at the bartender as he makes his way to your direction, "Can 'ya give me more of his drink?"

"ThーThat's notー" You didn't miss the fast flicker of the bartender's eyes to Osamu for a moment. "That's not a ladies' drink, miss? And it's a mix just e-exclusive for S-sir Osamu?"

You raised a brow at that stuttering from the bartender. "So you're a regular here? And why can't I drink tha' mix? I'm a grown up now. We're both 19."

Osamu scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. Your eyes reveled at the drinking side-profile of this disgustingly attractive man, his adam's apple bobbing as he gulped down his sip. You saw how his tongue peeked through his lips to lick the smeared mix, you sucked a breath and closed your eyes momentarily as you saw him in Osamu.

"Give 'er 2 of this, Rami. She's a grown up, she says."

"Thought 'ya were stayin' in Miyagi?"

You started a futile topic as you waited for your drink. But futile? Your brows shot up when he side-eyed you while tipping his shot glass to his lips, you nearly smirked. He's still the same old Osamu 2 years ago. Everything about her invites him in.

"Will be stayin' here in Osaka ferーdon'noーtwo weeks? Three?" His fingers ran up and down his shot glass as he stared at it. "Might go see 'Tsumu an' stay with 'im within that period."

You hummed as the bartender, Rami, slid a shot glass of Osamu's mix. "So how was Miyagi?"

"S'okay."

The shot glass was cold to your touch as your fingers ran round the brim. Your eyes were fixed on the red mix inside it, ripples to the edges, as the questionーor more like a rhetoric question or maybe a declarationーsat at the edge of your tongue. And you smiled, chuckled.

"Yer still in love with her."

And without missing a heartbeat, an "I do.", came out from Osamu's lips, and that sealed it.

But how did it came to this?

You can feel his big, calloused hand in yours. It feels light, so as your steps, feels like your skipping on cotton ground and his hand in yours keeps you stable. But no. He suddenly twirled you by his side and your already swirling world spinned a bit more your weight crashed to his still solid posture, a hand on his chest. And Osamu chuckled, and you broke a laugh with him. And both of you will never know how ridiculous the stares you were both getting from passerbys.

His breath whiffs through your face, his forehead leant against yours. In your drunk state, you smiled at how close his face were, his gray locks flickering to blond time again and you were mesmerized.

"I'm hungry." His voice so deep it reached your core and you tapped his shoulder, receiving his message.

The next thing your mind registered was him holding your waist against him, your arms around his neck as you both swayed to a slow music on what seem to you as an aisle of a convenience storeーor is it a pharmacy?

"Yer a hopeless romantic." You heard yourself slurred against his hold, your fingers unconsciously tugged on his golden locks as he kissed the side of your head. "Can't know why she still hasn't fallen fer 'ya."

"'am an asshole tha' don' deserved ta be loved."

And you chuckled snuggling to his shoulder for comfort through your swirling surroundings.

Then your consciousness teleported you to your apartment, with someone kissing you and groaning, licking your tongue, his smell so addicting even over the alcohol and he stopped all at once at the sight of your eyes, pulling back.

"Ya smell like alcohol." He slurred, scoffed as he slumped hard at your genkan and untied the straps of your sandals. "Yer heart's gon' burst, hm, Aki-nii-san will kill me."

And you whimpered as he kissed the part of your thigh where your short shorts end. You felt his head buried against both your thighs, hugging it while sniffing. It took a while for you to realize he was crying, it shattered your heart a little so you card hisーwhy is his hair shifting from blond to grayーfuck, alcohol.

"'Am sorry. Shouldn't have left ya that day. Should'a calmed down. Should'a waited fer ya to say sum'thin'. 'Am s' sorry. Please c'me back ta me. Please don' choose 'im. Please. Please choose me 'gain. 'Am beggin' ya."

He suddenly sprang from his feet after ranting those words and crashed his lips against yours vigorously and carried you to God knows where. Your head is spinning and you can't understand what's he sayingーfuck, you could feel his hard-on grazing against your cunt over your shorts at his every step, it made you feral.

You feel him grinding back, pushing you to the fluffy surface on your back. You realized you're already in your bed, clothes off with just your underwear left, hooded eyes clouded with lust pinned on you. He's also naked with just his boxers and you moaned as his pace went faster, your jaw slacked at the pleasure he's giving your body.

"Fuck~ s' good~"

He dipped to your neck and sucked your skin, throaty groans from him tickled your ear straight down between your thighs, gushing juices leaking.

"S' wet fer me. Shall eat ya now, huh?"

You felt your mind slurred and it's trying to focus but the alcohol in your system drags it all over the place, drowned at the pleasure he's giving you, then you felt it. A wet muscle in your slit, licking your clit and sucking that made you moan and hands flying to his hair, tugging it closer. You felt that wet muscle licking your entrance and you gasped as he licked inside and up to your clit again, arching your back at the pleasure. And you don't know but everything just focused on him in a snap, him getting rid of his boxers and taking out his wide girth, your eyes raked from his abs to his face, to his eyes and your eyes widen.

And something snapped in Osamu too as he stared at your wide eyes, the trance of that lethal mix quickly evaporating from his body momentarily. His eyes travelled down to your heaving chest, erect nipples, his hand on your abdomen, pressing, and to your leaking cunt and his own hard meat rod.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His panicked gray eyes flew back to yours, "I'm sorry."

He quickly scrambled away from you, searching for your underwear to wear it back on you, picking his boxers to wear it back too. "I'm so sorry, Y/n."

He was quick to change back to his clothes, faster than your mind processing what was happening. When you came to be, all dressed again, he was already gone out of your apartment.

Fuck. What was that?

And Osamu thought about that question too as he made way to the nearby bus stop, padding on his pockets for his phone. His hand was shaking as he dialed through the screen and held it out on his ear, gulping and breath all ragged.

"Where are ya 'Samu? Rami said 'ya already wen' out hours ago all wasted!"

"'Tsumu. Can I sleep beside ya?"

"Haaah?! Waz gott'n inta ya? Drunk bad?"

"Ask him where he is."

But Osamu's emotions went flooding already, long cherished memories reeling back to his mind it made him sob so hard, making him sick and wanted to vomit. He did, and Atsumu heard it.

"Can you go around one more time, Kiyoomi?"

The seriousness of Atsumu's voice over the line, devoid of his usual accent, made Osamu sob hard again, muttering apologies Atsumu can't understand what it is for.

"So, what happened to you?"

With a groggy mind, Osamu blinked the drowsiness away and scanned his surroundings.

It's already morningーor afternoon? And not on his apartment.

He groaned as he heard multiple dings from his phone, resonating with the throbbing in his head. He padded about the mattress to find his phone, but instead he felt a hand on his left. He peeked on the floor and saw Atsumu, lying on a futon staring back at him.

"Can I sleep beside ya?"

Damn, he forgot they just have single beds here at their dorm. How drunk was he.

"'Samu?"

"Yer practice?"

Osamu heard ruffles of the futon as Atsumu sat up, face all irritated. "Yer more important! Ya just got back from Argentina yesterday 'n went straight drinking. What. Happened?"

"Nothing." At last, he got hold of his phone just beside his hip and unlocked it, seeing the topic of the GC. "Nothing happened."

Atsumu just stared at his exhausted twin and sighed. "MSBY's operations and events are transferred to Sendai. Just fer a year or two. Talked ta the management. They can't afford ta lose sum'one like 'im."

Osamu just nodded, mind all clouded with the picture he saw in the GC. "Does he know?"

"Not yet. He'll be happy nun'theless."

"'Tsumu, can ya not look at me with those eyes?"

"Waz jus' worried is all."

"'Am fine."

He's fine. He has to.

Osamu can feel drool seeping from a fabric across his chest. A sleeping feral creature was finally calm as they both napped in the couch. This feral creature wailed and wailed a while ago as her brother was taking a bath with her dad and she just calmed down as Osamu cradled her to his chest, humming her to sleep.

"She really likes you, 'Samu."

Osamu scoffed, his eyes not leaving little Hinata, rubbing his thumb against the fabric of her clothing. "No. She fell asleep because I hummed to her her dada's song."

Ran hummed as she propped her elbow at the back of her couch, gracing her eyes with the sight of her little girl with her bestfriend. Footsteps and grumbling and baby noises came near and her husband kissed her cheek out of nowhere, Takeshi flapping his knuckles on Ran's arm.

"'Samu, first day of classes today right? Take care of Ran and Hinata as usual, okay? Might pick you three up on the way home."

And as if on cue, Hinata squirmed and whined against Osamu's bare chest, waking up to her dad's voice. Osamu was already smiling, peeking on her as she blinked hard, maybe calibrating where she is and when she didn't see her father, she cried. Osamu quickly sat up, supporting her and facing her to her dad who was passing little Takeshi to Ran to hold Hinata.

Osamu passed her to him, placing the cloth she drooled over to his shoulder, and he yawned, poking to Takeshi's cheek who was watching him yawn, chocolate eyes staring. "No ladies for Dada, 'Keshi, okay? Or Mama's gonna sell you for not doing your work."

And Takeshi gripped Ran's collar and hid his face to her neck to which Osamu and her husband chuckled at the sight. Ran immediately cooed while glaring daggers at Osamu, of whom raised his hands on surrender as he walked to his room.

"Take care of 'Keshi."

"Take care of Ran, 'Samu."

Always.

"WHY DID YOU LEAVE HER!?"

"SHE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"SHE WASー"

He was saved by Ran's knocks, cold water gliding his back, a hand anchoring him to the tiled wall. He was breathing heavy as a memory came to him, he gulped hard. He never had this memory for a while. Maybeー

"'Samu, we're gonna be late." Osamu then went under the shower one last time. "And please, get a girlfriend already so you wont bother 'bating." And her high pitched laugh irritated the hell out of him. He picked his body wash and threw it against the bathroom door, which just intensified Ran's laugh, echoed by cute giggles from Hinata. Osamu groaned. He's gonna go crazy.

Hinata can't stop flapping her arms as she was strapped in Osamu's chest and facing front. Strangers stops and waves hi to the cute little golden pumpkin and be mesmerized by Osamu's shy smile as they head for the culinary class in this certain building in Osaka. Good thing they got permission for bringing babies, and good thing Hinata's a cool baby, as long as she can smell her dada's scentーthat's now became Osamu's perfume, too, and begrudgingly wearing one of his shirts that's a little off for himーand be entertained by her pacifier and new surroundings and strangers.

And Ran can't help grinning at the sight and murmured at his earshot, "You're really good with babies, you wanna go marry and have your own kids?"

Osamu didn't like that idea so he glared at Ran who chuckled and apologized immediately, attempted on relieving him of the baby bag but Osamu held on it tighter and flicked her forehead.

"Behave, or I'll snitch you on Aki-nii-san and Kei, or worse onー"

But Osamu chuckled as he saw Ran glaring back at him so he ruffled her golden hair and held her hand, dragging her to wherever the class will be held.

And you sucked your breath as you saw him again after a year and a half, through the glass partition, with a baby and a golden-haired lady following him. Ran.

Don't enter this room, please don't.

Time was slow but as if mocking you, they really did, with the baby squealing and flapping her arms at the new environment she's in, golden eyes scanning. Your eyes darted to Osamu's steel cold eyes that's already staring back at you, a look of recognition flashed across his face.

And someone hummed, your eyes darted to Ran peeking on you through Osamu's side and she's smiling at you, eyes flickering to you and him. Your breath was heavy as your eyes travelled back to the baby girl with golden baby hairs, and back to Osamu's eyes. How many seconds was frozen? Fuck.

"You know her, 'Samu?"

"No." And it was your turn to be frozen, breathing stopped, everything. "I don't."

"Uhuh?"

You suddenly felt a hand holding yours out for a handshake and you saw Ran beaming at you. "Hi, I'm Ran. This is Osamu, and my baby, Hinata."

You shook her cold hands while still staring at Osamu who has his brows now furrowed, jaw set. You introduced yourself to Ran awkwardly anyway. How could you not? She's warm and obviously oblivious of the tension. You might as well save her the trouble.

This was the first day of the cooking class you enrolled to to curb out the stress you have from studying Law. And here is another stress of its own destructive caliber. It was hard enough to move on from that night, but here he is again, reminding you again of his existence. And is that his baby? She looks a lot like her mom then.

Your hands were colder than the industrial kitchen top as the lecture went on but was warming as you unconsciously played with the baby sitting atop between you and Ran, Osamu on the other side. But the lecture passed by and you noticed the baby staring at you wide eyed, tears welling up, well it actually had fallen already to her chubby cheeks, and her lips quivering, and aww, not making a sound. It broke your heart as you wipe her tears away.

Ran noticed it and was about to reach for her baby but Osamu's reflexes kicked in. He nuzzled the baby's face against his neck quick, curbing an impending tantrum session as he softly hum a tune you didn't know. You suddenly felt guilty but Ran reassured you with a smile and urged you to listen back to the lecture.

"Still not time for milk, 'Samu. Diappy's still dry too."

"Her random naps."

Your face ghosted a slight smile at the conversation.

The whole session was all lecture for today, and the instructor promised you all that it will be a cooking session next, it lifted a bit of your mood. Much more when you stepped out of the building and you saw your boyfriend waiting with some of his teammates. You quickly checked your phone for his messages and smiled apologetically to him.

Oh no. I was that nervous that I didn't noticed him messaging me.

"'Tsumu?"

Your face paled, not that you didn't expect this butーYou closed your eyes to calm yourself.

"Ran! 'Nata!" A big man lugged past you towards Ran. "Surprise!"

"Hey! Baka! You left Takeshi!"

But your eyes and attention were focused on Atsumu, coming out of his car and walking towards you. You were gradually calming as he closed the distance, out for a hug and a kiss on your forehead.

"Aw, she's not single 'Samu. Andー"

"ーEXCUSE ME? MR MIYA ATSUMU?"

Atsumu groaned at your forehead and you rubbed his back, chuckling at his reaction. "Yer mom brain's acting up. Told ya last week I got back with her. And you were the firs' ta know. Even told ya before 'Samu!"

"Ya didn't~" You heard him mused as he passed the baby to the big man's arm waiting, with also a baby boy in his other arm.

Atsumu growled at Osamu and you patted his chest and smiled. "S'okay, I already know Ran and yer teammates."

You heard a huff, a familiar huff, "Let's go. It's almost milk time."

The others heeded and shuffled at Osamu's words and you felt rejected by Atsumu's own twin, but it wasn't unprecedented, given what had happened. You wonder if he remembers, but no, it didn't matter. It shouldn't.

A hand got yours and you saw Ran beaming at you. "You're staying at Atsumu's? Gonna catch up soonest, okay?" And it's comforting.

"No. You're gon' let her join yer cult! No way!" But Ran just smiled at Atsumu, menacingly at that, that made him shut up and whimpered down his throat, you nearly laughed.

"Plushie! Let's go!"

Ran waved her bye to you but rolled her eyes to Atsumu and Kiyoomi peeking from Atsumu's car's back seat. She skipped her steps to their own car, taking the baby boy in her arms.

"Don't let her join your cult, you'll just teach her how to curse us and make us suffer."

"Excuse me, plushie, but it's not a cult!"

And never once did Osamu bat an eye on you through that whole encounter.

"So Osamu already has kids?"

Kiyoomi was the first to react, snorting while scrolling through his phone. Atsumu was patient though, shaking his head while his eyes are on the road. "They're her husband's, 'f'cors."

"But Osamu?" Husband? She's already married? 18? 19?

Atsumu hummed. "When he married Ran, he also kinda married Osamu in some sense." He snickered, and his little reactions tugging your heartstrings through the gut-wrenching topic. "Marry one, take one."

Your gut twisted more at what he said and how he said it. "B-but, Osamu loves her, right? Does her husband know? Does she know?"

Atsumu glanced at you, the sunset haze flashing through the windows and his blonde locks, and smiled sadly. "Yes, he knows but she doesn't. But that matter is between Ran and Osamu so he can't interfere. And bokkun knows Osamu respects him and his marriage with Ran so there's nothin' to worry about, fer now."

"A hell of a complicated relationship, right?" You heard Kiyoomi commented as you settled the topic, eyes straight through the dash, to the bustling streets of Osaka.

A hell of a complicated relationship huh?

You hummed as you felt a soft, wet touch on your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open and instantly smiled to his beaming self.

"Leavin' already?" When the sleep finally unlatched from you, you sprang up from the bed, blanket sliding down your body revealing your bare chest, and your head hitting Atsumu in his jaws gaining an Ow. "Yer bento!"

"NoーOwーNo rushing." You bit your lip as you heard Atsumu whine while getting off bed and getting a shirt from his stack of clothes and him sitting at the edge of your shared bed. "Can ya bring me my bento later then?"

You stared lovingly at him as you slid onto his shirt. "Okay." He hummed at your approval and leaned you into him and kissed your forehead, also leaving a lingering kiss on your lips to which made your eyes sparkle. "I love you, 'Tsumu. Take care okay?"

"I love you too, so much, butー" You cocked a brow on him as he flashed a playful smile at you while hugging your waist, thumbs making miniscule strokes. "ーwhat will ya do if I get on an accident? Or die?"

And your loving moment was brushed back to the edge of the room as your mood soured at his question. His smile faltered as he observed your facial reaction. But that was just the tip of the iceberg of how he thought his question affected you.

"Not a good question to start our morning, Atsumu."

"I'm sorry." He whispered it under his breath after a moment of silence and this, this bothered you more than the memories currently reeling in your mind. You kissed his forehead longer than usual.

"Told 'ya 'm not leavin' you again, right?" He nodded against your tummy, eyes on you searching for something it made you run your fingers to his newly dyed hair. "'Am goin' where ya goin'. So if ya don' want me ta die then don't die. Simple."

It's now his turn to sour his reaction, "Yep, not a good topic to start our morning. 'Am sorry." You chuckled as the huffing and pouting 6 foot big baby stood and started walking to the front door with you shadowing him. "'Am gonna see ya later, 'kay?"

But his showering kisses were overbeared by the memories you had prior, and it has been an hour when Atsumu walked out from your shared apartment to his practice. These memories shouldn't wash you away from consciousness but it shook the depths of your soul it made you sob so hard.

You're living in the present, Y/n. Get your shit together.

As you were finishing up Atsumu's bento, your doorbell rang and you wondered who was it as you walked to your door. You opened it up and froze when you saw a smiling Ran, the cutie baby boy from yesterday and.. the stone-cold twin of your boyfriend. Well, stone-cold only to you.

You quickly got back from the trance when you realized you're wearing nothing but Atsumu's shirt. "Come in, make yourself at home!" You called out as you sprinted up to your bedroom to dress appropriately.

"She was crying."

"Huh?"

"Samuuu, how can you not notice it?"

"Didn't care."

"HEY! She's 'Tsumu's girlfriend!"

Silence.

"Ooohh, are you jealous?"

He would never.

You smiled as you fixed the same Atsumu's shirt you wore prior, just now with your undergarments and a short. You walked leisurely to where they are, still standing by the living room, Ran's face all teasing and Osamu's all irritated, and the baby all observant he spotted you first and made grabby hands that caught both their attention.

Ran was all smiles when she relayed the details of her planned gathering, to welcome you to the circle. It's this evening, and they'll be the one cooking. And now, she's gonna drag you to the grocery store to prepare.

"But first, we're gonna drop these bentos okay?"

And you smiled at her and nodded while she's at the passenger seat, the silent Osamu driving to the gym where the MSBY Black Jackals are having their practices. The drive seemed fast for you because you were entertained by little Takeshi beside you, slapping your arm and blabbering baby noises and you cooed in turn, poking his cute chubby cheeks. You were lost momentarily in your thoughts of Atsumu carrying your own little boy, you smiled absentmindedly at the sight of little Takeshi.

And you will never know how Osamu raised his brows while glancing at you and Takeshi in the rear view mirror. He didn't like the look in your face, it made him floored the gas pedal, passing slow cars in a flash. He just realized he did when Ran pinched his thigh and glared at him silently. He shouldn't be distracted like this, but you're making it hard for him.

The dropping of bentos went so fast, it was all Ran talking, you barely talked with Atsumu because he was busy arguing with her about the impromptu gathering later. Her husband waved hi to you across the court, loud voice echoing it made his twins squirm, searching for the source. Little Hinata was in Coach Foster's lap and behaving, but when Ran came to her and kissed her, she cried and Ran mumbled her something that calmed her down instantly.

"'Samu, don't tire her."

You heard those words as you were dragged out of the sports center, Osamu following you both with little Takeshi.

Grocery shopping was a blur as Ran and Osamu's domestic rush was in full display in your eyes, and you can't deny the envy you feelーbut for what and why, you didn't know. But one thing you're sure about. They feel like a family of their own.

Their domesticity was prolonged as they started preparing for the gathering back at your apartment, you cleaning while little Takeshi was sleeping on his portable cot in the living room. You glance at them from time to time as they move flawlessly throughout your kitchen.

"So, how do you met Atsumu?"

You propped your broom in your underarms as you wiped furnitures after furnitures, you almost missed how Osamu flinched while mincing something in the counter. Almost. And you chose to ignore it.

"I was his ex back in highschool."

She turned to Osamu and sneered, all while chopping what seems to be carrots, "Highschool huh.."

There might be under-the-counter battle because Osamu's face went contorted and scrunched, while Ran was seething. "Stop it. Okay. God. Okay, I know her all along."

"Why did you lie then, huh?" You forcefully drag your attention back to cleaning as they continue to bicker in the kitchen. Ran gasped, "Waitt, is sheー"

"No. Shut up. It's not." And Ran giggled, you didn't dare take a glance at them though they're still mumbling inaudibly.

"Soー" Ran started again after a while of inaudible arguing with Osamu. "ーwhy did you two broke up?"

"It's not appropriate ta ask that, Ran." Osamu scolded, his back turned to face the gas stove, Ran was rushing in his back anyway, preparing more ingredients for their dishes.

Ran paused and pouted. "I'm sorry. But how did you get together again?" She smiled while resuming to her task at hand. "I didn't know Atsumu can be so disgustingly romantic to take his ex back and start over."

"Yeah, like what he did ta ya huh?" Ran elbowed Osamu's back that made him chuckle because maybe it has no effect on how muscular Osamu's back isーthe memories from the night came reeling in you blinked hard and fast as you busied yourself finishing up cleaning.

"Y/n?" You flinched as you heard Ran's worried calls. "Are you okay? Called you thrice." Your eyes travelled to Osamu that has his eyes on you as he was deboning the chicken. His expression was neutral and you breathed and flickered a smile to Ran.

"I'm sorry. Umーweー" You were cutted off when Osamu huffed.

"Ya don't need to answer everything she asks. And youー" Osamu ran his greasy hands from the chicken down to Ran's face that made her whine and squirm as he held her cheeks with his fingers, giving her lips a more protruded pout. "ーStop asking personal questions. Yer overwhelming her."

You thought of clenching your fist. The tension you have with Osamu is the one overwhelming you, not Ran's questions, not her. Him. Can't he feel that?

You suddenly yearn for Atsumu's presence as you pursed your lips.

And it was not after 6 hours that your wish came true as Atsumu came with his teammates. He first went to you, kissing you by the lips that made the others chuckle and gag before even greeting you, but that made you smile.

"They didn't harass you?"

You hear mumbling sounds from the kitchen and you chuckled upon hearing them. "No. They didn't. They're cool."

"I doubt Ran didn't." And he glared at Ran across the living room to the kitchen where she and Osamu are still plating the dishes. "Just tell her off to her brothers and the problem will be solved."

"HEY!"

"Plushie, still not tired?"

"This is the last."

And you saw it, face to face. Ran and her husband kissed in front of Osamu, and Osamu'sーwellーnot fazed that he caught you staring and cocked a brow at the wake of the kiss.

"You should've brought Ayaka, Sakusa."

"She's busy, Wan-san."

"I feel so single now."

"Shut up, Driah."

"Ouji!"

"Ah! Wan-san! Don't jump scare him!"

"I'm sorry." Atsumu kissed your shoulders as you scanned your living room full of athletes, him hugging you from the back. "They're really this noisy."

"You're the noisiest." Kiyoomi, who was the nearest, commented.

It took them a while to settle them down, some of them busy with the twins in the cot, some just talking in the kitchen, sneaking out crumbs from the foods out of Ran's sight, or Osamu just leaning back on the single sofa, arms crossed against his chest and with eyes closed. He might be exhausted.

And Atsumu pressed against you while talking with Oliver about the practice that afternoon. He was intertwining your fingers with his as he was indulged with the conversation and you can't help but play with his fingers.

"Are you okay?" That was Kiyoomi, maybe sensing you're out-of-place. Ran's advances to talk to you kept getting punched out by her husband, or Osamu, or the twins whining.

"Yeah."

"Do you know that I know you, even before last week?"

That perked your attention. "Tell me more? How do you know me?"

Kiyoomi chuckled, amused at your enthusiasm. "Well, for some reason, we only knew about you when you broke up with Atsumu last 2 years. He wiped his snot and drool all over the Boys' GC. It was disgusting."

You heard Atsumu gasped at your side amidst his conversation with Oliver. "Did not!" So, he was listening. You narrowed your eyes on him to which he grinned and kissed your cheek.

"It's just the boys that know you, except him." Kiyoomi gestured to Ran's husband that's animatedly telling certain stuffs to Ran who was devotedly listening to him and smiling.

Atsumu leaned to you to whisper, "Because he's an asshole." and nodded, clearly pleased at what he said but when he saw you raised a brow, he immediately pouted and hugged your waist.

"Kita-san?"

"KITA-SAN!? KITA-SAAAAN!"

"Shut upーNot you Kita-san! I was talking to Ran!ーHai! I'm coming."

Osamu stood up and went out of the apartment almost immediately after he talked with presumably, Kita Shinsuke. You felt excitement rushing through your body, but with blots of shame at what happened two years ago. Atsumu might've noticed it because he gripped your hand tighter and brought it to his lips, mouthing an "I am here." before kissing it.

"I love you."

He smiled as the door opened, "I love you too." You brushed his hand before standing up, faced Shinsuke who was with Rin.

"What's with the tension, plushie?"

"I don't know, plushie. Let's ask them the tea later."

"What? Ya not gonna greet me after two years, Y/n?"

You felt your tears welling up as you rushed to Shinsuke and hugged him, he hugged you back just as tight, patting your back.

"'Am sorry, Kita-san."

Those words hold deeper than what it was meant.

"Fer what?" And Atsumu's voice was at your back in an instant, as always. You faced him, smiling, all while ignoring Osamu getting the stuffs Shinsuke and Rin brought.

"Kita-san made me promise not to sacrifice ya fer anything."

And as if on auto, Atsumu's lips quivered at Shinsuke who was already shaking his head and entering the apartment, straight to Ran to hug her tight.

"Yer not gon' do that again, are ya?" It was a whisper, out from the prying ears of all the people in your apartment.

"Nah. Not gon' leave ya."

Atsumu smiled at kissed your forehead before returning back to the crowd. At that split moment you gazed at the entirety of the crowd, a pair of eyes stood out. He was out there with his bestfriend showing her babies to Shinsuke and Rin. And he's staring back at you, like he did hear what you and Atsumu talked about.

And you realized it was a swear, not for Atsumu. But for yourself.

The dinner with the team, Shinsuke and Rin went by. Rin is still awkward with you, though, while he's talkative with Ran and her twins. Well, that's to be expected. You really did a number on Atsumu anyway.

Your soul shot up when a hand grabbed your shoulder and a "Hey" sounded out of nowhere. Ran giggled noticing you got shocked. "Can I use your room? I have to breastfeed."

"Sure!"

"Thank you! You can come in anytime, okay?" You nodded, beamed at her and tickled little Takeshi's cheek.

"Ran's gonna breastfeed. Be back."

"You're not part of that breastfeed session, may I remind you."

"Fuck you." The big man laughed. "No one's gonna hold this other pooper."

Then, the married couple went up to your bedroom while you went back beside Kiyoomi and listened to the discussion at hand.

"ーimagine him being a father already." That was Adriah.

So their discussion was about Ran's husband, huh.

"It fits him."

"When would you marry Ayaka, Sakusa?"

All of them laughed when Kiyoomi choke on his beer and coughed all over. Kiyoomi groaned at Shion who asked that question.

"She would probably laugh me off."

Meian snickered and faced Atsumu who was laughing at Kiyoomi. "You? When?"

Atsumu then turned to you, the same time as Osamu stood up and walked upstairs, maybe to your room where the married couple is. "When she's ready."

You smiled but all you could hear were Osamu's heavy steps in the stairs amidst the teasing of the team and Shinsuke. Rintarou however is staring back at you, narrowed green eyes piercing to your skull. He was nodding after a while and stood up, whispered something to Shinsuke who also stood up, then to Atsumu.

"You're leaving already?"

"Still have to go back to Nagano at dawn or I'm gonna hear it from Motoya. Kita-san also has some work early tomorrow."

Atsumu pouted as you stood up and hugged Shinsuke who petted your hair, "Please, Y/n. Don't do it again hm? If there's a chance of you doing it again, just leave now while it's still early."

"Kita-san?" There was worry all over Atsumu's tone, and as he gazed at you but you just smiled at both of them.

Rin scoffed, "Kita-san, we have to say goodbye to the three upstairs."

And Osamu didn't like it when both of you were left in the bedroom after Shinsuke and the others as well said their goodbyes. Both Ran and her husband be all polite and see them off, leaving you both so awkward with the drowsy twins. He was laying next to Hinata who was cuddling close to him, you ghosting his back and awkwardly standingーor not.

"Stop what you're doing, Osamu." He hated it when you open that damn pretty mouth of yours. He nearly rolled his eyes.

"I can't. I have to pet her for her to sleep. Hinataー"

"You know that's not what I meant." He exhaled, freezing his hands on Hinata's cheek.

"Why? What else was I doing, Y/n?"

"Reminding me you existed."

Osamu scoffed at it; of course you'll be reminded, he practically has the same face as Atsumu's. But other than that, he never had those intentions. He should never have those intentions. You were Atsumu's and will always be. Besides, he knows he's inlove with Ran. For him, you're just something that should stay in his past.

"Not doing anything like that."

Liar. Your tears welled up as it came flooding into you.

"Atsumu. We have to clean up, come on."

"Butー"

"I don't want to leave your apartment all messy. Let's clean up."

Osamu stood up when he heard that but you had to confront him now or never, so you held him back.

"You wasted an afternoon practice just to crash my first date with Atsumu." You pointed out while he scoffed again, incredulous. "You were the first to comfort me when we had our first fight."

Osamu's face can't be painted when he turned to you, "Of course, I can't have you leaving Atsumu over petty things."

"Because of something you suggested. Remember? Getting me as a manager?" Osamu stared you with pursed lips. "You can't deny now? Remember you implied that you love me, Osamu? Remember that you said you can treat me better?"

Osamu charged at you, a couple inches away you can feel his rage it made you want to stand down. "That was before I met Ran." He hissed under his breath, not wanting to make it any more louder. "That was before you and Atsumu."

You can feel tears falling down your cheeks, you really have no idea why. You just wanted to confront him but he was making all these excuses. For what? To hurt you? To get back the pain you caused Atsumu?

"What was that night, then?"

"What? I can't even remember a thing, I was too wastedー"

Ran's husband suddenly went inside casually and stared at you both, mouthing Atsumu's name. You have no time to process that he might've hear something everything, you wiped your tears as you heard Atsumu's familiar bounding steps to your room. Osamu huffed and went straight out of the room, giving way to Atsumu at the door who went confused.

"Gonna load the other things to the car. The twins needs to sleep on their bed."

And Osamu has to get away from you. Fast.

He saw how Ran stood awkwardly at the living room, in mid-fixing the twins' stuffs. "Go get the twins. We're going."

"Didー"

"Go get the twins, Ran."

Ran mouthed a resigned Okay before going up to get the twins, and her husband as well.

Osamu can still hear Atsumu's voice calling out for him as he exited his apartment. He knew Atsumu's worried about what he didn't know was happening in his own premises. Osamu can't help but to rub his hands across his face exasperatedly. The married couple noticed this but chose to be silent, waiting for him to share his burdens.

"Spit it out~" Osamu mused one day alone with Ran in their apartment with the twins. Her husband just left for practice and they were cleaning fast before the double terror wakes up from their naps.

Ran held onto the dishes in the sink as she gazes at Osamu across the living room. "W-what was she like back in high school? Y/n?"

Osamu continued to clutter out the twins' playpen, pondering to or not to give in to Ran's probing. He figured she has to let her know though, since she was his bestfriend, in every sense of the word.

"She's nice."

And then there was silence, Osamu had to look up to find Ran with her brows all furrowed and he chuckled. "Don't throw those dishes at me."

"I won't, if you just get on with it and share. You look clearlyーi don't knowーdisturbed? Agonizing at something?"

Did he really look like that? He wasn't even aware.

"She's nice. She's academically inclined. She used to tutor Atsumu."

"Y/n, can you please tutor me and Osamu?"

"She's brave and cocky."

"Fuck! Why did you punch me?!"

"Well, I don't know, ask the cookies and our grades after!"

"Athletic, too."

"Y/n! Just choose one, geez. You already have tennis!"

"Considerate at times."

"Okay. Atsumu, it's okay. You can be late sometimes. I'll understand."

"She's ー" Osamu huffed as he paused, Ran's back to washing the dishes and humming at his words letting him know she's listening. "She's crazy in love with Atsumu."

"What are you doing here, 'Samu?"

"Ah? Rintarou and I are going to the arcades. You guys wanna come?"

"No. We'll be on our own."

"Come on, Y/n, let's join them."

"She's fragile. Can't even understand how she lasted for a year with Atsumu."

"'Samuuu~ she's liking somebody else's picture! He even commented 'You look nice' to this Ran somebody!"

"But she's goal-driven, she can sacrifice anything to reach her dreams. A wide-vision of her expected future with Atsumu."

"'Samu. She broke up with me."

"She said I can't do volleyball all our life and when I argued with her, she broke up with me saying she can't be with someone so unstable. How's going pro in volleyball so unstable?"

"I don't like when she's reckless and just go on out without even thinking of the consequences for a second."

"Can't know why she still hasn't fallen fer ya."

"Sheー"

"She made you forget something for a while?"

Osamu suddenly stood up, wide eyed at Ran's back who was smiling, putting away the dishes to the dishwasher for secondary wash. And it irritated the hell out of Osamu he stormed to the counter.

"She's a virus, Ran. She's everywhere and I didn't notice it. She's everywhere and threatening to infect everything I have! She's gonna destroy Atsumu and I will not notice it!"

But Ran just turned to him and smiled. "What's holding you back, Osamu?"

"Nothing." He dropped his head low, feeling so drained of what's happening. "Nothing, please stop."

"Osamu." He whined at her demanding tone. "Osamu look at me."

Ran looked at him as if she was gonna drop a bomb, and she did. "Am I, by some wildest assumptions, the reason you're holding back?" Osamu gulped hard at Ran's questioning eyes. "Am I the reason you're turning down every single girl out there to prevent yourself from being happy?"

"Am I preventing you on being happy, Osamu?"

"Yes! So shut up!"

"No."

It felt more like a prayer than it should just be. Osamu will never permit Ran to be the reason of his miserable and complicated life. She will never be the reason for him being lonely. He needs to be, because he has to be.

But here is she, after 7 cycles, confronting him for what felt like forever.

"Are you, perhaps, inlove with me, Osamu?"

He stared at Ran full of emotions for the first time since that incident that led him to this seemed-endless cycle. He already had explored his options, scenarios, simulations, as to how to answer her when she asks again that darned question.

"No, Ran. But I have no choice but to stay with you, yeah?"

And no matter what happened, he knows it'll still be his answer.

"No. No, I'm not inlove with you, Ran. Don't worry."

And she has to feel like his words are true, especially when he saw the wash of relief in Ran's face.

"But I know some who are. You wanna hit on them? Gonna be our secret, don't worry." Osamu chuckled as to how he saw Ran's eyes bulged and her unsightful mannerism came, one of the reasons why he can't do something so rash like confessing out of blue.

☆ VOLLEYBALL IDIOTS - MAIN ☆

CAT | Tora

WHAT!? @Sou Inouka, you made out with some girl and you were filmed?

DT | Mai

😳😲

CAT | Lev

ERASED IT ALREADY! I SWEAR!

OWL | Akinori

send.

SJ | Maki

my DMs are open 💅

FOX | Rintarou

ehem

DT | Kenji

hi Lev

CAT | Sou

Hate you all!

@Ran

@Ran

CAT | Kenma

Grabbed the wild card this early 🤣

CAT | Sou

They won't stop, Kenma-san!

STZ | Taichi

Boo! 😆

CRW | Ran

I have a question!

and stop bullying sou-chan 😄

FOX | Samu

I'm sorry guys. She got me cornered.

Ran gasped at Osamu's side. "EXCUSE ME!?" Osamu just laughed, but it faded as the GC notifs went on.

Kiyoomi Sakusa added you to the groupchat

Kiyoomi Sakusa changed your nickname to FUTURE MIYA

RAN'S PLUSHIE

Put a distinction @Kiyoomi Sakusa LOL

FOX | Shin

Yes. Coz we have two Miyas here.

FOX | Rintarou

LMAO Hi @FUTURE MIYA

Ran side-eyed Osamu and his mood that turned sour instantly at the development in the GC. His lips form a thin line, sign of annoyance and Ran immediately ran a comforting one finger massage in his forehead, a familiar gesture she always do when Osamu's like this in front of her.

"The boys don't like her for what she did to Atsumu?" Osamu nodded and discarded his phone while Ran huffed as she types away. "If you have feelings for her or none, you have to give her closure or something, you know? She won't be at peace in her current relationship if you don't give her that detail, that period of whatever you have with each other."

"Atsumu.."

"And Atsumu will have to stomach it all up. You're a part of his girlfriend's life, let alone his own twin. He has to be open-minded of what she have with you. He should trust you, like how plushie trusts you. The problem here is, we don't know what's Y/n's take on you. It will be a disaster if she hasーugh, that's frustrating."

Osamu couldn't blame Ran for stressing out. He believes it's your fault, and that what you said that he reminds you of his existence, it goes both ways. Why do you have to poke up again into his life?

And Atsumu. He genuinely cares of Atsumu's welfare and emotions, he can't mess this up. His twin loves you with all his heart, much to show that he took you back into his life after the break up.

You're making it hard for him.

But he doesn't know it's harder for you. These past few days feel like you're treading in shattered glasses, walking slowly, praying nothing will prick you but alas! It finally pierced through your flesh.

Atsumu's gone curious about what happened between you and Osamu, and you continuously lie about it; preferred saying it's because of the previous break-up rather than the messy one that would probably break you both again, never to return back again.

And you're scared, coz even if Osamu's there, you know you love Atsumu, you feel it deep in your guts that you love the man you're with right now. Not his twin. Not Osamu. Atsumu.

You're scared of what will he say, scared of what would he feel, scared of everything that might hurt him.

"Are you okay? I'm really worried. Please talk to me, Y/n."

You smiled at him, being obscure with sniffing, gulping your tears as you thought of how to open up these things to him.

"I'm okay, 'Tsumu."

"Will a hug work?"

But you can't really control the waterworks when you're around this pure-hearted man. Before you can even nod, he hugged you tight, petting your hair and kissing your forehead for as long as you needed, shushing you, soothing your sobs.

You don't deserve someone like Atsumu. You'll break him and his brother. You thought you were already okay, you thought it's gonna be different this time. But escaping something deep would just suck you right back in. You knew you have to manually bury everything to get to the surface again, to hold Atsumu again.

You hated the thought of sacrificing Atsumu again. You regretted each waking day that you're not with him. You regretted every decision that caused him pain. He should just be happy. He should just be happy and nothing else. He deserves the world.

But here you are, threatening to hurt him again.

"You love Atsumu, huh?"

"With all my heart, Osamu. With all of my heart. So pleaseー"

"Okay."

You have to fix your relationship with Osamu as fast as you can, before Atsumu hears about it. He has to cooperate. He has to.

"Ah! Y/n, don't lie~"

"What?"

"Your birthday wish was Osamu to like you, too."

"Don't lieee~"

"He was your crush since Primary."

Fuck. You can do this, Y/n. Focus on Atsumu. Focus on Atsumu.

It has been peaceful for 5 months, if you call theー not interacting with Osamu, avoiding him every gathering, and avoiding Rintarou tooーpeaceful. You know Ran and her husband has an idea about what's happening under Atsumu's welcome mat and you're all so grateful they aren't doing anything to complicate things more. Whenever Ran talks with you, she avoids mentioning Osamu as much as she can. She was sincere on having you as her friend, getting to know you more. And her husband doesn't mind what he saw that night at all. He just gave you a pat in the shoulder when he saw you again. It made you weary too, for if Atsumu will know about this from people other than you, Ran and her husband will be dragged onto the mess you created.

You hated being the cause of everything bad that's happening to the kind people around you. It made you wonder why have you ever existed. You're awful.

"Y/n." You whirled around, your astronaut helmet-like kiddie hat got lopsided to the side of your head. He stood tall, also with his kiddie hat, brooding eyes on you.

"Osamu."

╰► PART 2

Semi Eita | Sugawara Koushi | Kuroo Tetsurou | Akaashi Keiji | Sakusa Kiyoomi | Kageyama Tobio | Oikawa Tooru

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated. Theories will be entertained. Cassie 2023.

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If you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them? Thanks....

Ooooo this is such a fun ask, thanks so much for sending it!!

It's kind of hard to answer bc I love all my children and I had a tonne of fun writing all of them but I think if I had to choose a tops list (in no particular order) it would be:

Strategies for Play - HQ (Bokuto/Akaashi/Kurooi/Iwaizumi) I think Strategies for Play is actually my favourite fic that I've written so far. It was inspired by a fic I had read called "break the cycle" by galaxy_witch which used the same ship + premise and completely rotted by brain, and I really wanted to write my own take on it. It completely consumed me for 3 nights and I managed to write almost 12k in that time bc I was having such an amazing time writing it. It's super silly and smutty but with a lot of heart. Plus I adore all 4 characters - as individuals as well as in various pairings - so this was a chefs kiss experience for me

The Miya Atsumu Humiliation Show - HQ (Terushima/Atsumu) This one was inspired by a silly conversation I had with my (now ex) partner after she encountered Terushima for the first time in the anime, and we started spit balling horrid Terushima/Atsumu encounters. I built the entire thing around the smut at the end and, again, it was silly and fun to write. I also challenged myself to write from a much closer narrative perspective, so I feel like I learned a lot writing it as well

Just Watch Me (Bakugou/Kirishima) Just Watch Me will always be one of my faves bc it's really special to me. It's the first proper fic I wrote in over a decade and one of my favourite ships (+ characters) of all time. One of my besties encouraged me to write it as a way to deal with all of the Feelings I was having during S6 of MHA, and I also commissioned some beautiful art for it by one of my favourite artists

The Smuggler's Guide to the Stars, the Sheets, and Everything Inbetween - HQ (Oikawa/Iwaizumi) This one is a fave for many reasons: it was my first time writing IwaOi as the main ship, it combines 2 of my fave medias (HQ and Star Wars), and it was written for the They Were Roommates mini bang. I had such a wonderful team who made the entire experience such a joy and my artist (Ivy) made some incredible Oikawa art to accompany it! It's an ongoing series so I'm looking forward to writing more for it, hopefully very soon, and have had some lovely comments from readers for it <3

Interlude: The Senses of You - Buddy Daddies (Kazuki/Rei) I added to this to the list bc I remember feeling very inspired and at peace writing this. It was written after I finished watching Buddy Daddies and I really wanted to explore what happens off screen at the beginning of E11 when Kazuki + Rei are trying to come to terms with the loss of Miri in their own ways. I felt like this one shot marked a turning point in my writing, and I'm really proud of what I managed to produce