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[educatedsimps]

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— MIYA ATSUMU

24/7, 365 ↳ by elijah woods ↳ pure fluff

i love you 3000 ↳ by stephanie poetri ↳ proposal fluff

— MIYA OSAMU

feelings ↳ by lauv ↳ fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining and healing

— SUNA RINTARŌ

traffic lights ↳ by sara kays ↳ angst

while you were sleeping ↳ by laufey ↳ insecure reader, fluff, comfort, he falls first and harder

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[faetarou]

𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 || 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

fandom || haikyuu

pairings || miya osamu x reader

gender || fem!reader

request || anon said: An angst one shot where y/n and osamu dont know if they can trust each other enough and they end up confessing their uncertainties to each other and are closer than ever, please? [from fae: sldjsldjwk hi thank you for requesting i'm sorry it came at a time when i was so busy i hope you like it !!]

warnings // disclaimers || angst, trust issues, i personally hc the miya twins' parents got divorced so that shows up in here

word count || 1.0k

taglist || @crystal-lilac , @kenmaslov3r​ ​, @jojowantstocry , @igyus [you can send me an ask or dm to be added !!]

IT WASN'T THAT Y/L/N Y/N didn't like Miya Osamu.

Quite the opposite - she loved him so much her seemed to her the embodiment of the emotion. Yet, she found herself experiencing stirrings of feeling in her heart she didn't know what to do with, and it terrified her.

Y/N was afraid of trusting Osamu.

She, of course, knew he would never be dishonest or harmful, and all common sense pointed in the direction of a healthy relationship, and yet ...

And yet, and yet, and yet.

The distance growing between them was painfully beginning to carve a split straight down the middle of their lives, and Y/N felt more and more cornered with each passing day. Fundamentally, there was something about love, about partnership, completely and wholly gifting your heart to someone and praying they wouldn't break it, that had always frightened her.

Little did she know that Osamu was suffering with similar worries. They were both still in high school, both still so young in the universe's scheme of life. Osamu knew painfully well what it meant to trust someone, to place all of one's faith in them. He knew what happened when the wrong people were the object of one's affection.

He knew the red words and ugly contracts, the stabbing cries and burning tears, and he knew those words.

Break-up. Split. Divorce.

It wasn't that Miya Osamu didn't like Y/L/N Y/N.

Quite the opposite - she had retaught him the definition of love, and he had never once felt unsafe in her arms. Yet, he found himself being so scared with every fibre of his being, to his very bones.

This fear, this uncertainty, of not knowing if he could trust Y/N enough ... it was killing him.

Y/N stung with guilt every time she caught the shattered look in Osamu's eyes - when their calls and dates became less frequent, and they rarely saw each other outside of school, to the point it was as though they weren't even dating.

Try as she might to deny it, Y/N could feel the poisonous effect of their withering relationship. She was so close to calling it off, attempting to save him his feelings and her own fear and cowardice, all it would take was-

"Uh, Y/N, can we talk for a second?"

The worlds sent her world crashing down as soon as she realised who'd uttered them, caught a glimpse of those dark, warm eyes veiled in wisps of grey hair. She barely managed to nod as Osamu tilted his head towards an empty classroom, her heartbeat roaring in her eyes as he locked the door behind them.

When faced with this situation, when she was so certain the spiker would break up with her, Y/N wanted to beg him to stay. She wanted to shove aside her fears and hold him in her arms as though neither could sense the other's insecurity and uncertainty.

But they both could tell all too well.

"So, I, um, I have this fear."

Osamu's voice was quiet, shaky - so achingly uncertain that Y/N wanted to scream at herself for contributing in part to this pain.

"I'm really scared of commitment," he continued. "Relationships are really hard for me, even if I try my best. And ..."

He sighed, loudly, the next words seemingly stuck in his throat.

"It's not your fault - I don't think - but I feel like I can't trust you."

All the air rushed from Y/N's lungs, leaving her unable to form a single sentence, despite the fact she could tell Osamu was waiting for a response.

Finally, her voice returned, and she managed, "Osamu ... I was feeling a similar way - and it wasn't your fault! I'm- I'm really scared of trusting people, and I know you're loyal and kind and amazing, and yet, I ..."

She trailed off, playing with her hands as she made a last quiet confession. "But I'll do whatever you need to let you trust me. And I really, really, love you. I don't- I don't want to break up."

To her embarrassment, the tail end of her sentence was little more than a whimper, but she let her feelings hand in the air between them, finally spoken. How is it that saying things aloud makes my chest so much lighter?

Silhouetted by the sunlight of the afternoon, Osamu stepped closer to her, winding between two desks to envelop her hands in his. Though his touch was hesitant, it was there, and Y/N could hold on.

He waited for her to look him in the eyes, before delivering his reply.

"You can trust me too. I'm right here."

The mood wasn't right for a kiss or an embrace, or any of those other romance tropes. Instead, Y/N squeezed his hand, brushing her thumbs over his knuckles in a light caress. "I'm glad we could talk. I do want to trust you ... and I'm ready to. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry." A hint of his smile, of Osamu, returned. "And I'm ready to trust you - we should doo this more often."

She huffed a laugh. "What, talking? I mean, yeah, maybe, part of human nature, and all that."

This time, he smiled properly, letting their joined hands hang between them as he began to lead her from the classroom. "You're funny, Y/N."

"You're funny too, Osamu," she grinned. They'd just survived their first relationship obstacle - and whilst it had been more of a plummet off a cliff than a roadblock, it had ended up in a trust fall.

And, as always, she and Osamu had caught each other.

It was frightening to trust, but ... Y/N was ready to. They both were.

Together.

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

[hinahaikyuu]

smau. My Baby’s Baby.

wonderful banner made by @celcero​ /  @tsukina​

Growing up with the twins was an experience, you knew almost everything about them. Including the fact, Atsumu Miya didn’t want a kid, and that was fine. When you got pregnant as close knit friends with benefits, you weren’t going to force him be a dad, but you were surprised when his twin jumped in the moment he got the news. 

Reader x Miya Twins

MDNI. 

all works owned by @hinahaikyuu​— please do not plagiarize, copy or modify my works.  

Release Date: June 20th. 

taglist: OPEN

@onigirintarou​ @bokutokiya @moonlit-mizukage​​ @thisbicc @kitsunekanojo @em0tor4 @callmekda​ @ssuna​ @alpha-mommy69 @tripleoyaa @pana-dolle @kaaay-renee @jojowantstocry @julfdm @whyamihere-bro

support squad | the babysitters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

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[ushiwakaout]

Hiii! I really like that haikyuu series you’re doing! May you pls do that w/ Suna??

Yes... i fucking love suna.

Let’s just stay you own a little manga/coffee shop

okay but suna is the definition a scrawny gamer boyfriend and his alt girlfriend, but he’s actually lean.

*the first thing he does in the morning is definitely take pictures of you while you’re asleep in his arms*

“Hey baby, come jog with me?” (5:00 am)

“Come on, you know i don’t like going alone.”

“Please? I’m begging here.”

“Yeah? Thank you.”

*leans down and gives your lips a peck before bushing your hair away from your face*

“You’re so cute this morning.”

“Hehe, why are you blushing?”

“Come on get dressed, you gotta open shop soon anyways.”

“You wanna catch up slow poke? I thought i was lazy.”

you: “Rin- You’re a trained athlete, shut up.”

“Well, i’m a lazy, you should be able to catch up...”

“Baby come on, i’m not going that fast.”

“You wanna hold my hand?”

“Hold on Ima run ahead and run back, and then we’ll talk home, yeah?”

“Cold? You want my jacket? No, you sure? Fine.”

“Let’s go back home.” (6:00 am)

“You wanna shower first?” (6:30 am)

“Let me shower with you because if i don’t shower now, i won’t shower later.”

“What do you mean no?”

“Come on get you’re pretty ass in the shower baby.”

“I promise i won’t look.”

*you proceed to turn away from him to wash your hair and he’s definitely looking at your ass*

*will give it a good squeez*

“What? You never said no touching.”

“Wash my hair for me?”

“Wanna scrub me up too?”

“Ow! Hey, i was i my joking....”

you: “no you weren’t”

“Yeah... no I wasn’t.”

“Give me a kiss before you get out.” (7:00 am)

“Mmm, that was nice- What are you looking at?”

*sometimes your forget how lean Rintarō is but there he is, standing in front of you, with nothing but a towel on his shoulder *

*okay but seriously, Suna hates wearing clothes around the house so he’s either in his underwear or not wearing clothes at all*

*def makes you suck his cock when he doesn’t wanna fuck because he’s so laid back and just wants to cum in your pretty little mouth*

“What? It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked.”

“You look sexy... come here give me a twirl.”

*100% makes you sit on his lap while he’s naked*

“You look so pretty...”

*starts nibbling on your neck a little*

“You sure you wanna open so early today?”

“How about you open a little later and we can have some fun~”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

*slowly starts unbuttoning your shirt to kiss your chest*

“Come on baby, just a quicky.”

you: “Rin i gotta go...”

*cue pouty rintarō*

“I’ll walk you to the shop, let me just take care of this.”

you: “icantakscareofthatifyoulike”

*you can’t tell me this man doesn’t love face fucking you, he loves watching your mouth drool*

“Our old team is getting back together for drinks, you want me to pick you up to go straight there?” (8:30 am)

“You look perfectly fine... I’ll pick you up anyways.”

“Actually, do you need any help around the shop? Coach canceled practice today so i can give you a hand.”

“I’m sure, i don’t know how to make coffee but i can organize the books and take orders.”

*Suna doesn’t realize how hard it is to wait tables*

*you both eat breakfast before opening the shop*

you: “did you date me because you get free pastries?”

“No I dated you because i heard you make the best pot brownies... but no, i liked you before then.”

you: “you’re a little shit, you know that Tarō?”

“i’m very much aware loved one”

“...very much aware...”

“Can you make me a coffee.”

you: “oh my god, yes Tarō ofc.”

“Okay what do you want me to start on?” (9:00 am)

“Hey, where’s the button for dessert?”

“I broke the pencil- I told you i would, hand me that pen.”

“What table number is that one...”

“No that one, far right. 6? okay cool.”

“I got the wrong order and *give him the right order* Oh, god thank you.”

“Do we do to-go?”

“Since when did you do delivery?”

“Can you make me a coffee when you aren’t so busy?”

“Ah good! [co-worker name] you’re here... I can go organize books now.”

*shoves the notepad and pen to them*

“How do you organize the manga?”

“Woah slow down, so- genre, alphabetical order.... sequels and then prequels and then sequels... okay. I think i got this.”

“I don’t got this.”

“No no, i’ma figure it out... i just need to slow down or my brains gonna malfunction.”

*starts lightly humming while organizing books*

“Shit, you scared me.... Hmm? Oh yeah, Boku no hero is right here.”

“Babe, i did something right!”

*taking a small break in the back when you come following him*

“Taking a break too? Good, drink some water.” (1:00 pm)

“Lunch? I can go get some of you want.”

“Onigiri miya is like down the street, he should be open by now.”

“I’ll make it a delivery order, don’t worry about it.”

“Just called ‘Samu, he said they’re backed up on orders so i’ll get here in an hour at most.”

“Onigiris here, thanks Osamu- how you been?” (2:00 pm)

“You close for lunch? Why did you never tell me this?”

“Right, i usually have practice.”

“Hey- is that why you always show up around that time?”

“You really don’t have too baby, just enjoy your lunch next time.”

*pats your head while you eat and kisses your temple*

“Let’s get back to work yeah?” (3:30 pm)

*last few hours are chill so Suna likes to invade your personal space in the back and while you’re doing inventory, he likes squeezing you ass [grabs your titties under your shirt if you have any]*

*does not help you when reaching something because he loves seing your shirt rise above your tummy*

you: “what ?”😳

“You’re so fucking sexy, do you know that?”

you: “Tarō i’m sweaty and tired how is that sexy?”

“You could literally be drooling on me and i’d still think you’re sexy.”

you: “s-shut up tarō!”

“Mmm i don’t think so, come here and give me a kiss.”

“You want me to start cleaning up?” (7:40 pm)

“Can we get some food after this, i’m getting hungry.”

“Closing time!!!” (8:00 pm)

“Come on, i’m hungry, let’s go.”

“Hey mind getting if i get a bag of chuupet before dinner?”

*yoh probably leave him for a few seconds in the convenient store*

“hey- *pulling in your sleeve* i pushed a kid to the floor for the last bag so i need to go, pay for this.”

“I’m not laughing *supressing laugh* come on, it’s a little funny.”

“You’re a bore, come on- i’ll buy you food.”

“You wanna take it to go?”

“Home sweet home.” (9:30 pm)

*you plop down on the couch while Suna reheats the food*

“Hey babe- *realizes you’ve fallen alseep* baby, sweetheart, goodmorning sleepy head... Eat before you sleep, okay?”

“I don’t want you falling asleep on an empty stomach.”

“Finished? Good. Come on, now you need a shower.”

“Yes i lied, come on i’ll bathe you.”

“Don’t fall asleep on me now.” (10:30 pm)

you: “feels good...”

“I know, but you can’t sleep in the tub baby.”

*will dry you down and pick you up to tuck you into the bed*

*100% sleep naked together. he wouldn’t have it any other way because he loves feeling your warmth before you fall asleep.*

[goshikitsutomusmommy]

INARIZAKI IDVENTURES : Introduction

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Author’s Note : AHHHH OK OK THE FIRST PART IS UPP SHOOTTT I hope my bad jokes are ok😟☝🏼

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[sakuatsutingz]

Hii pls do inarizaki boys (esp suna and miya twins) with an s/o that they've been dating for a long time meeting the team. Thank you!!

um hi cute yes. this will be in two parts, three people per part !! this includes the twins and suna, the next part will be aran && kita - bri

inzarizaki with a s/o they've been with for a while meeting the team pt1

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suna rintarou !

s4 spoilers ahead !

you guys have been together for just a little over two years !!

you met in your first year of highscool

and started dating that same year <33

the team knew suna had a s/o, but they never knew who it was

you never bugged him into meeting the team

nor did you really care

you attended his games tho so you know what they look and act like !!

so when you saw their loss against karasuno at nationals

you knew suna would end up upset

so you go to find and comfort him <33

but when you find him the rest of the team was there

not like he seemed to care much

since he pulled you down to where he was sitting

and pulled you into a hug

burying his face into your hair

HOW TO BE Y/N

the team was kinda like ??

because suna wasn't one who often enjoyed touching or pda

sO SEEING HIM CAUSE THE HUG

confused them greatly

but it didn't take them long to realize

you were the s/o suna is always daydreaming abt <3

atsumu was this close to approaching you

but kita stopped him because

time with suna !!

but you ended up introducing yourself anwyays

still while in suna's lap with him hugging you

some of the team actually recognised you

since you were often in the front row for games !!

it also made a lot of sense now

why suna spent a lot of time with you

and why you were always cheering for him <3

the team never let suna forget that moment LMAO

miya atsumu !

you were childhood friends !!

basically dating since middle school

and was one of those few relationships which actually worked from middle school to high school LMAO

didn't hesitate to show you off to the team when he first got on it

they k n e w you were his

and vice versa !!

he isn't afraid with pda either

and will always smile right at you when he sees you in the crowd after a game

the team teases him for being a simp whipped 

though 'team' is mainly just osamu

with suna recording or adding comments every so often BYE

power !! couple !!

everyone knows how long you guys have been a thing

and some find the middle school dating weird

some find it cool to see how long you've managed to last <3

i feel like someone in inarizaki tried to flirt with you

just to tick off atsumu

anD IT WORKED bc he wouldn’t talk to them nor spare a word, just glares and huffs and murmurs gg

but they didn't do it again because atsumu got petty and didn't set to them for the whole term unless he was forced to OOPS

miya osamu !

you guys know each other from his job

i headcanon he has a job at a small restaurant in high school days

and from there your work relationship turned to dating <3

you guys don't go to the same school !!

but in your third years he invited you to a team hangout

which included the current team ,,

and some of the alumni

you knew he played vball

and you knew about some of the team

but that was about it oOps

you guys held the party at the place you and osamu work at !!

you worked the night but ended up taking a break to meet them

the team thought you were v sweet 🥺🥺

and kita appreciated your hard work

atsumu was saying stuff like "so you're the person who makes osamu excited to work?"

osamu hits him off lol

the team starts visiting more often to get closer to you !!

you guys became like one big family <33

you and osamu as the parents

and kita as the grandparent lmao

[write-like-you-mean-it]

Haikyuu One-shot Masterlist

Headcannons

Karasuno Kinks

Aoba Johsai Kinks

Nekoma and Fukurodani Kinks

Shiratorizawa and Sakusa Kinks

Inarzaki Kinks

Women of Haikyuu Kinks

Haikyuu Tops/BottomsSwitches pt 1

Haikyuu Tops/BottomsSwitches pt 2

Haikyuu Tops/BottomsSwitches pt 3

How each Setter would help you when you’re sad

Kageyama:

My Color Pallete (Fluff)

Atsumu:

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship (Fluff)

Oikawa:

False Confidence (Fluff/Angst)

Tsuki/reader/Kageyama

Don’t Tease Me with a Good Time (Smut)

Hinata

Please?

[torujours]

♡...𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐:

𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣𝙚: Kita- "Cold December Night"

{ 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 }

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Kita sipped his hot chocolate, he doesn't have that much of a sweet tooth but the way Aran makes it's really the best. He watches fondly as his teammates fuss around his living room, that chat amongst themselves rocking ridiculous Christmas sweaters but Kita can't lie it's a nice sight. Every year the team has a little party before the holiday, a tradition you started and Kita, who doesn't do much during the holidays, sees it as his favorite part of december.

Moving from his silly teammates, he looks at the clock it's almost 8pm, you should be walking in the door any moment now. Can’t have a inzarizaki christmas party without the manager, and Kita can't imagine not having you here. He smiles again as he turns his attention to the window, the snow falls heavy outside. It's pretty. He was with you when the first snow of the season happened, the way the snowflakes fell over you was like out of a movie.

“Thinking about y/n huh cap?” Atsumu’s voice cuts in his peaceful moment, Kita laughs softly “am I that obvious?” The blondie laughs and pats Kita’s shoulder “very much so but when are you gonna tell them you like them? it's been a while hasn't it?” “Atsumu, he’ll tell y/n how he feels when the time is right quite trying to rush him” Kita laughs again, his teammates are something else but his heart leaps as the doorbell rings. It's you.

His grandmother beats him to the door, as she opens it you are slightly shivering but you have such a big smile on as you greet her politely. Walking inside the warm home, you shed your wet coat and are bombarded with warm hellos from the team. Kita places his mug down and stands up to greet you, giving you a smile as he hurries into the kitchen to grab you something warm to drink. When he comes back with a mug, you are by the tree talking to Aran and Osamu about christmas gifts. “here you go...be careful it's hot” he hands you the mug carefully and you take it graciously “thanks! it's so cold tonight but kita what do you want most this year?” “as in a christmas gift?” you nod excitedly but he doesn't know what to say. He doesn't need anything materialistic and he has what he needs, his family and friends, you.

“Let me get back to you on that one okay?” you just laugh and tell him to take his time, he has all night.

And all night it takes.

The little party is long but fun, just having time to kick back and hang out is more then enough for Kita. Eventually it gets late and it's time to clean up, you help Kita put away plates and cups as the others clean up the living room. You hum happily as you are drying duty, looking out the window as the snow still falls to earth. Kita just looks at you. Not in a creepy way but in awe. You are just amazing. Your little smile as you look outside is enough to make his heart thumb in his chest again. “It's pretty outside huh captain~” your sing-song voice brings him out his daze as you look directly at him with a wink “y-yeah...” he shifts his weight to his right foot and turns from you as your question from earlier pops into his head again “y/n-” the words get trapped in his mouth a you plant a kiss on his cheek.

oh.

OH??

“Sorry! oh jeez i shouldn't have done that” you try stepping away but he grabs your hand “no! i..i mean it's okay...i liked it a lot” he really did cause he is sure his face is as red as can be. You avoid his eyes “really?” he nods “to...answer your question of what do i want this year” your eyes slowly move back to look at the shy yet warm smile he is giving you “this might sound cheesy but i wouldn't mind if you were my gift this year” he awkwardly laughs but you just wrap your arms around him in a hug, laughing as you burry your head in the crook of his neck. It's a little muffled what you say but Kita gets the gist of it and can't lie he feels like a lit up christmas tree

“please fall in love with me this Christmas”

and he doesn't need to be told twice.

[shotourizawa]

TOXIC ATSUMU IS ATTRACTIVE- 

Of Fools and Slaves

CHARACTERS: Miya Atsumu X You CHAPTER COUNT: 1/1 WORD COUNT: 4,400+ GENRE: angst | oneshot | aged up | university au | exes to lovers | a little fluffy, like a smidge XD TRIGGER WARNING: suggestive/strong language/profanity | mentions of toxic behavior/relationship, possessiveness, jealousy | alcohol use SPOILERS: n/a

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You and Atsumu were like magnets. One moves, the other does, too.

You attract each other like moths to flame, your eyes immediately meeting across a room filled with people where others would have easily missed your presence. It was as if you both have developed a primal instinct to detect the other within a certain radius. And as your eyes locked, it seemed like everything else around the two of you melts away into nonexistence. Nothing is present and standing between the two of you, not time, not space, not even the female sitting on his lap thinking he had the blonde's full attention nor your friends directing you towards the opposite direction.

A smirk drew itself across your lips, otherwise inconspicuous to anyone none-the-wiser, but not to Miya Atsumu. He was aware of every single nuance in your expressions and movements, and in the next second, just as your left brow quirked up in an imperious gaze directed at him, the girl he was with was off from where she was perched on his lap. That smirk you sported turned into a full-blown, genuine smile directed at Suna who suddenly came up to you, but from your peripherals, you saw how Atsumu's expressions morphed from cockiness to outward indignation. As if he had any right. His eyes followed you to wherever his friend led you, the latter's hand on the small of your back.

It wasn't long into your endeavor of enjoying drinks with your girlfriends along with Suna, Ojiro and Osamu when you felt Atsumu's unmistakable presence behind you. His hands latched possessively on your hips, pulling you against his taut form.

And of course, with magnetism comes repulsion, too.

"You've got nerve showing yourself here knowing I'll be here, sweetheart," he told you, effectively disrupting the flow of your easy conversation with your common friends. He propped his chin on your shoulder, eyes on Suna who stared back with an impish grin.

"Tsumu," Osamu, his better, more level-headed and smarter clone, said in a stern tone, eyeing the blonde from the rim of his cup. It's the first of many warnings that are to come if Atsumu doesn't stop. And it looked like he wouldn't.

You glanced at him. "I'd appreciate it if you removed your filthy hands off me."

"Filthy –"

"Yes, Atsumu, filthy. At least have the decency not to touch me when you've just had yourself all over another one of your tramps."

He leered at that. "Aren't you one of them though?"

"Atsumu," Osamu hissed but was ignored.

"Oh, baby, you yourself know I am not."

Your friends have cleared out save for Ojiro and Osamu who stayed close just in case things go out of hand. Knowing you and Atsumu with your volatile relationship – if it could be called that anyway – the chances are high. It didn't matter who was watching or where you were.

He turned you around so you were facing him. "Are you jealous?" He was feigning arrogance, but he sounded hopeful.

You chuckled, the sound coming out cold despite of how beautiful it sounded to him. Shaking your head, you just sighed, pulling away from him. "Trying to get to me by making me jealous is, for one, low, and for another, ineffective. Stop acting as if you don't know me, Atsumu. You're becoming quite insulting."

He matched his expressions with yours. "Well, at least you are feeling enough to actually be insulted."

You saw Osamu move forward, hands on the ready but you raised a hand at him, eyes intent on his twin. "You misunderstood me. You're being insulting to yourself, not me." You took his stunned state to turn to the two boys with you. "Mind taking me home now, Samu?"

"Meet me out front," the grey-haired twin said, going ahead of you before his brother could say anything, seeing as how he was starting to protest.

"Bye, Aran. Tell the others for me? Thanks."

"Sure, Y/N."

Giving Atsumu one last look, you turned away and followed Osamu.

But it didn't end there. You're dealing with Miya Atsumu after all. He would never give up without a fight and if he had set himself on something, he was gonna have his way one way or the other.

And that's just what he did, walking towards you through the crowds that have gathered at the venue where the strips had been set up for the fencing tournament you were in. You've seen him at the stands despite not having come to see you at the waiting rooms like his pals and twin brother did, wishing you luck.

You felt those familiar ochre eyes on you when you finally came to the piste* at the beginning of the match, head gear and sabre in hand. Despite the distance, you knew he was watching you closely, and it looked like he wasn't satisfied with just that.

You breathed out laboriously as you stood still, sweat dripping off your brows and sporting a tedious expression despite just having come first in the semis. That's when Atsumu came, striding towards you like he owned the place, his hands in his pockets.

"As expected of you, Y/N," he drawled, extending a towel towards you. "You're at the top of your game, I see."

"Always am." You breathed out deeply as you glanced at him briefly, taking the towel and murmuring your thanks before walking out of the strips towards the direction of the back rooms.

Atsumu followed close behind you, walking in his own pace and not saying a word until you reached your designated waiting room. You vaulted yourself on the counter before the mirrors to sit, facing him when you heard him lock the door, but your eyes were on your sabre which you whipped twice as if testing your grip on it like you usually would before a game.

"You didn't come here to congratulate me, so just say what you want to say." Your expressions remained neutral as opposed to your words.

"I came to watch you win," he told you, gesturing to the bouquet that was sitting on the table.

You smirked at the object in question, not failing to notice that he got you your favorite carnations. "And I have. Is that all?"

"No." In the next moment, he was crossing the distance between the two of you, placing his palms on either of your sides. "You and my brother have a thing now?"

He, of all people, ought to know that it wasn't the case at all. Apart from not having the right to ask anyway. After all, Osamu has been your closest friend before you started fooling around with Atsumu.

"I mean, I can't blame you if you want a replacement, and he's the closest you could get to me. We look alike after all."

You set your sabre down and removed your gloves, throwing them alongside the former. It wasn't as if it was a secret that you've been hanging around his clone a lot. You've been doing so for years even before you got together with the person before you. Osamu was your best friend before Atsumu was your lover.

"How worthy do you think you are to say that your brother could be a stand-in for you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" he hissed, his hackles definitely raised exponentially by that single remark.

Your high-handed disposition heightened upon sensing this, and you weren't exactly in a forgiving mood after the stunt he tried to pull at the party. While he may think he didn't incur any profound damages, he still managed to hurt you enough even if you made everyone think you didn't care.

"You're a grade-A prick who got too many balls to the head, I wouldn't even ask what feeds the goddamn air where your brain is supposed to be."

"And you're a real piece of work." He glared at you. "Are you done?"

"You think you're better than anyone and everyone, you can't cope when someone surpasses you, and Osamu isn't an exception. He's your brother, Atsumu. Maybe you ought to correct that."

You've always been very vocal about your opinions regarding their differences and your preference for Osamu in terms of personality. It was not as if there wasn't anything admirable about Atsumu. You loved him more than you cared to admit, loved him for his talents and candid traits, loved him for his drive and passion, loved him despite his flaws and despite of the fact that he was your sickness, loved him just as much for being your cure. However, at the moment, he was just pushing it by spouting groundless accusations and being mean to Osamu whom he supposedly cared about the most.

"So, you prefer him to me?"

"In many ways, yes." You answered callously. "We've always had a thing, Samu and I. We're great friends after all, the foundation of which is based on our vexation over you. Is that what you're referring to?"

He smirked. "You know damn well that's not what I'm talking about."

"Are you jealous of your own brother?"

"Do I have reason to be?"

"How about asking if you have any right to be?"

"Have you stripped me of that, too?"

"You are a royal pain," you muttered and sighed. "You should apologize to Samu for thinking he would betray you like that."

Realization dawned on him, and he let up on the harsh lines that defined the disgust he felt over your words, and in extension, towards you. "Fine, I'm sorry."

"I'm not Samu."

"Then I'll apologize to him later. Geez!"

"And you wonder why I like hanging out with him more?" You're getting tired of his histrionics which hid a deeper hurt, and you wished he would just meet you head on instead of going around and around and prolonging whatever was happening. "We're no longer together if your activities with your girls don't say so enough."

He flushed with anger at that. "I don't love them, and I don't fuck them, Y/N. If you're going to justify what you did with Rin –"

"Don't go there, darling," you stated calmly yet your words promised foreboding not even he can handle the moment you get started. "I'm not going to satisfy that with an explanation you yourself know."

"Well, I don't want any other guy getting close to you, not even one of my friends. You're mine, Y/N. Mine alone." His eyes burned into yours, and as if to punctuate his words, he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you towards him as he stood between your legs.

You shrugged, clucking your tongue, and feigning boredom even as he started nuzzling your neck. "You don't fail to remind me, Atsumu." His name wobbled on your lips when you felt his tongue lick just under your ear, making you pull away.

"What?" he asked as if he wasn't just trying to pick a fight with you. His mood changes like the weather, going all out with his tirades but becomes docile as a baby bunny when he gets what he wants.

"I just got off the piste, in case your taste buds aren't working. And I didn't say you can touch me."

"You're not fighting it, baby," he said, smiling as he leaned closer, about to claim your lips, but you held him back, shaking your head. "I need to shower."

"Can I come?"

"Tough luck. I have somewhere to be after this."

He relented, nodding in understanding. He knew how busy you are as an athlete, but still, he took your hand in his, pressing a small object into your palm, cold against your skin. Upon looking down, you saw the familiar key to the apartment he shared with Osamu, the same one you returned to him several months ago after you've supposedly ended things. Supposedly.

"Come see me later?" He started peppering your face with butterfly kisses, each word punctuated with his lips brushing onto your skin. "Please..."

"What for?"

"To celebrate your win." He grinned deviously. "I'll buy the wine."

You've lost, perhaps not in the argument but in other ways, and you knew it. "Fine."

"Promise?" He cupped your face, eyes searching yours. You've told him before that you would come see him but went back on that promise many times since you've called it quits. And yet, he still asked. Over and over again, he still held hope.

You patted him on the cheek as you maneuvered around him. "I said fine."

Your relationship with Atsumu is supposed to be over. It wasn't as if you haven't hurt each other enough when the two of you were like fire and ice. So many things tell you both to just quit each other. Still, at the end of the day, you both kept crawling back to where the other is like the masochists and sadists that you are.

"Are you going to see Tsumu?" Osamu asked over the phone just as you were about to drive to their place. "Or is he just being his nonsensical self?"

"I'm heading there now. I promised after all."

"I'm heading to Rin's then. Please don't trash the place."

"Will I see you there?"

"No. I'm clearing out before you start fighting..." He sighed. "...of fucking for that matter."

You heard Atsumu laugh from the other end. "You owe me," he told his brother before saying, "See you in a bit, baby."

Just then, you heard a door open and close from Osamu's end. "Y/N, I've never interfered with your business with Tsumu, but as his brother and as your best friend, I'm telling you this isn't healthy anymore."

"Mhmm."

"Break up for good or get back together."

Easier said than done when the pros and cons always reach a dead heat for both situations. You broke up and both of you come back to one another, you get back together and you want out at the first sign of trouble. Your relationship was like migraine-inducing strobe lights. And all because you're both such unrelenting assholes who didn't know what proper communication meant. Your tempers were like tornadoes head-butting each other on a field and when you finally wound each other, the regrets are overwhelming that neither of you knew how to deal with them.

You and Atsumu loved and hated each other in the same degree, fiery, covetous, and passionate as it gets, yet glacial, odious and bitter at the same time. Put together, they make one massive, toxic mess.

Maybe it was a passing phase, how you both sustain the sickness you both have or you're just not meant to be. Maybe you'll find your peace in one another, then again, maybe not. Who knew, really?

And yet, when all is said and done, neither of you could imagine life without the other.

"Hey," he greeted you with that smile, cocky and self-assured, but the same one that could melt a million years of blizzards, and along with that, your heart.

Osamu was right. You ought to deliberate before things go out of hand.

"Hi."

He just cocked his head for you to come in without making any attempt to touch you like he did earlier in the day. That's one thing about having Atsumu as a lover – he knew how to read you well, too well, and he knew when to give you your space both literally and figuratively. He looked happy enough just to see you, and you're a hypocrite if you said it didn't tug at your heartstrings.

You silently followed him deeper into the apartment until he stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning around to extend his hand towards you. You trusted him with your life, you can't help but think as you wordlessly took his proffered hand. And you're aware of the fact that you wouldn't feel the degree of confidence you felt with him, not even with Osamu. It's hard to establish that kind of bond with another.

Atsumu led you towards his room, pushing you in front of him and placing his hands on your shoulders. The sight of fairy lights and a haphazardly built blanket fort confronted you the moment you stepped inside. Pillows scattered about the carpeted floor inside the little house he built. Another thing about Atsumu is that he could be tooth-rottingly sweet if he wanted to be. You weren't immune to it.

"Remember that night you said yes to me?" he asked, snaking his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder.

You swallowed hard, nodding. "You made a replica." You chuckled, reaching up blindly to pat him on the cheek as was your habit. "You promised me wine."

He took your hand in his and planted a kiss on your palm before leading you to the blanket fort. It was tall enough for both of you to sit inside, and once you were, he brought out two wine glasses and poured the drink.

"To your victory until the end of the season," he said, raising his glass towards you.

You touched yours to his. "Pray my knees don't give out before its done." You immediately saw worry cross his features. "I'm not injured anywhere," you assured him, answering his unspoken question. As both sports players, you've learned to take care of one another and made sure neither of you were working too hard. It looked like it still applied.

"Sure? You don't want a massage? I'll give you one for free. Limited time offer."

You just snickered at his words, picking up the wine bottle instead. "Ooh, fancy," you commented, reading the label.

"Anything for my pretty girl." He winked at you.

You smirked at him. "You trying to make me fall for you again?"

"Is it working?" He handed you your glass. His tone suggested his question was a jest but it was easy to see through his intentions. You've known him for a while after all, and you've always been ten steps ahead of him because he was like an open book to you.

"Yes or no, Atsumu?" you said, waiting for his response while you took a sip from your wine.

He stayed quiet for a moment before nodding slowly. "That's all I've been doing."

"Well, your tactics are low and confusing to say the least. You're the only one who would think I'll succumb to your wishes when you're canoodling with some other chick."

Atsumu rolled his eyes, lazily lying down on the pillow just beside you. "It's so you to see only that –"

"Or that making me angry will make things work in your favor," you cut him short. After all, he knew you intimately; knew for a fact that he's the recipient of that kind of love you had that would not truly let go unless you knew he didn't want you anymore.

You were the same where he was concerned. He would never have anyone else have you if he can have his way. He made that quite clear. He'll torment you for it without a doubt and that's just what the two of you were doing: sinking your hooks into one another so deeply that neither of you could flail off each other's grips no matter what you did.

"I can ask you the same question, Y/N. Don't you think it's only fair? Is it working?"

You shrugged, taking in your drink in one go before mimicking his actions earlier. You stared up at the canopy of cream sheets and tiny lights twinkling above you, getting lost in the golden glow that surrounded you and the feeling of warm fingers intertwining with yours.

"It's never a question of whether it's working or not, is it?" You let your head loll to the side to meet his gaze and you saw the answer mirrored on his face.

Moving closer to you, he placed a kiss to your temple, breathing in deeply as if he was ingraining your scent in his mind. His lips brushed against your hair down to your jawline. He left his mark on ever surface of your skin, each one a declaration of his ownership over your heart, body, mind and soul. And you let him, gave him all the right to it as he sucked at the junction of your neck, sure to brand you.

"I know you still love me," he breathed out onto your ear.

"And I wish I never met you."

Atsumu pushed himself up to hover over you, eyes frantic as they searched yours, fear and confusion smoldering in his honey irises along with unshed tears you wished you never saw. "What's that supposed to mean?"

You reached up to card your fingers through his hair, the resentment emanating from him prying your veins open, making you bleed. "It's the things and people we love that turn us into slaves. The first time I saw you, I wished I never did because the moment you looked at me, I knew I was tethered to you in more ways than one. I didn't want to love you, but I do anyway."

You laughed, the action dissipating with a sigh. "Funny how you and Samu pretty much share the same DNA and face, but I don't feel that way for him. No offense. I am aware you are two different people, and I love you both, just in different ways. But I guess that just proves the state of things involving my feelings for you, how differently I see you from everyone else."

"So, what are you gonna do about it?" he asked, cautious as he was eager for the response.

"Nothing. If loving you means being enslaved to it, then I'll live my life in chains because that's when I feel the most liberty. I chose you of my own volition and I want you all to myself, so what's the point in fighting?"

Rain falling with the sun glowing in its full glory in the sky, that's how it looked like when Atsumu cries be it out of joy or sadness. The first drops of his precious tears fell on your cheeks, warm against your skin as you gazed up at the misplaced smile swathed over his lips. It spoke of relief, of happiness. And for the first time in a while, you beamed at him, fond and adoring like you always would even as your eyes mirrored his tears.

The first union of your lips and his in a while tasted salty, the familiar feeling of being that close to each other making it morph into that old sweetness akin to the very first time the two of you kissed.

It was that sense of familiarity that both of you missed and craved; that you both feared you can never live without from the moment your massive fight began over your lack of time for each other, and how you seemed to be chasing one another even if you were already in a relationship up to that moment.

Atsumu rested his forehead against yours, his half-lidded eyes boring into yours as he tried to steady his breath. "You're coming back to me?" he asked even if you haven’t already laid out your feelings for him. "I need to hear you say it, that you want me still without any misunderstanding."

Placing both of your hands on either side of his face, you pecked him on the mouth several times, breathing him in, more than glad to be honest about how you felt without posing defensive barbs. Love and hate, you felt that for one another in equal degrees, and though the pair of you never acknowledged the disparity between them, there exists a big difference between them with sentinels at every ten yards. And although the extent of such emotions were the same, you loved one another more profoundly than your petty hate. It showed in every single way.

You nodded. "Yes, I am coming back to you, Tsumu," you returned, finally addressing him with that fond nickname. "I can't go on like this."

His eyes lit up. "You mean it?"

You nodded. "Besides, Samu is about to kill us both. Let's not make him snap."

Atsumu clucked his tongue. "He loves you more than me, his own brother. You have no idea how mean he is being to me ever since we split."

You huffed. "You deserve it for dumping me and chasing me around like you did, weirdo."

"Y/N!" he protested, pouting like the brat he is, causing you to erupt in a fit of laughter, but then, his brows scrunched up. "What about Rin?"

Ah, you thought. He was concerned for his friend, too. Atsumu was a lot of things annoying, but he is a loyal friend.

"I can't believe you hooked up with him!" he whined. "How could you?"

"That's a lie."

"Huh?"

You vaguely remembered that night when you had to pick up the pieces of your broken heart, thinking you can handle seeing Atsumu again when in reality you couldn't.

"Rin, Samu and Aran were pissed with you so they thought of making you jealous." You bit your lower lip, recalling being torn between being vindictive and guilty the moment you saw how he reacted, trashing one of the rooms at the frat house where the party was held back then.

"Rin was the most believable candidate," you chuckled, "And you took it hook, line and sinker."

"So...you and Rin..."

"Nothing happened. He watched me bawl my eyes out all night. Your friends love you too much, but they thought you needed to come to your senses."

You expected him to gripe about it, but he kissed you on the forehead instead and wrapped his arms around you. "I'm sorry if I want you to be with me even if I don't deserve you. I accused you of things, too. I'm such an asshole."

"And beyond that, actually," you added playfully, running your fingers through his hair. "But I can never be as close as I am with you with anyone else."

He placed his calloused hands on either side of your face. “I love you. More than anything in this world, and I’ll do anything to keep you with me.”

“I know.”

In the next second after your words left your lips, his was covering yours in an urgent, scorching kiss that felt as if he was bridging the gap between the present and the time you've lost, like a soothing balm to every single kind of pain you've inflicted on one another, rendering them forgotten in the all-devouring vortex that was your love combined.

You and Atsumu were like magnets. One moves and the other does, too. And despite your tendencies to oppose each other like fire and ice, as they say, opposites attract, and the attraction that binds you to one another is much stronger.

-end-

TERMINOLOGIES:

*piste - playing area in fencing, otherwise known as "strip"

I'm whipped for the Miya Twins. There, I said it!

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chapter 3: frost melts in firelight 

chapters: 3 / 15 pairing: miya osamu x f! reader  genre: romance, angst, fluff, inzarizaki shenanigans  wc: 4.3k summary: miya osamu does not dare fire to his heart. it burns anyway. 

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You intended to stay away from Miya Osamu even though your stomach traitorously whines for another taste of the onigiris he makes, because they’re honestly downright delicious and you’ve been dreaming of them instead of the factory-made onigiris you’ve been eating at work. 

Not because you dislike him. Quite the contrary, really. 

You keep well away because you know it wouldn’t end well for you if you foolishly let yourself be pulled into his orbit. The truth is you’re unaccustomed to people, let alone handsome men with crinkles at the corner of dark eyes that telegraph a lifetime of smiles. You know for certain that you will fall hard and fast if you do not keep your heart carefully frozen, locked away in the icy tundra of your heart, and there’s nothing to cushion the fall. Gravity will drag you down because you’re just you - a wholly uninteresting thirty something year old with hardly anything to show for the number of years you’ve accumulated, and he’s a thriving business owner who’s brave and quietly funny and ambitious. 

But though you stay away, fate obviously has other plans for you.

Because your rice cooker breaks down, damnit. 

You stare down at the machine which beeps sadly at you, laughing at the ceiling because of course you have to eat your words to feed your stomach, and of course your traitorous feet colludes with your stomach to bring you back in front of Miya Osamu’s store. Your nose picks up the familiar scent of perfect grilled rice, and you give in to the inevitable when your stomach growls and whines. 

(a moth drawn to the flame, heedless to the danger of being burnt) 

Fate intervenes yet again, because Miya Osamu’s behind the counter when you push through the door. “Welcome”, he calls, eyes crinkling at you from beneath his cap, and though your sense of self-preservation tells you to turn around and leave, you find yourself a seat at the counter, right in front of him. “I hope you’re hungry”, he jokes, and you find yourself smiling when you tell him that you are quite hungry indeed. 

You expect him to putter away and leave you alone once he serves you food, but he lingers by your side.

“Did your rice cooker actually break down?” he asks, and laughs when you admit sheepishly that it actually did, the sound wide and bright, filling the homely space. So you eat your pride in exchange for some of the most amazing onigiris you’ve ever had - he’s gone heavy on the seafood this time because, as he explains, a huge shipment came in from the port in Kobe, and he’s snagged some for himself - grilled young sardines, salted cod mentaiko with baby squid, even some short necked clams, and again he surprises you.  

“Come back again”, he says when you’ve thanked him for the meal. 

Your stomach prompts you to reply ‘very soon’ with a smile that he returns. 

It’s easy enough to replace a rice cooker, but you find yourself back at Onigiri Miya again and again. At first you make excuses for yourself - it’s raining, and it’s just around the corner, so you might as well stop for a quick meal and some shelter, or blaming yet another visit on the fact that your fridge is empty and groceries will only be delivered the next day, and most ridiculously, reasoning that rice is a form of self-care - it is, of course the foundation of every meal, gohan literally means rice -  and you deserve to fill your stomach with the best rice that you can find. 

Soon enough, you’ve become a regular customer to Onigiri Miya, returning at least twice to thrice a week, often enough that all the staff know exactly that you prefer warm barley tea because it warms your throat, even if the weather outside is sweltering, you must have a bowl of soup to accompany your onigiris - your favourite is the oxbone soup with radish, though sometimes if you’ve had a hard day at work, you opt for the miso pork instead, and that you’ll try to hoodwink them into letting you pay for your food even though their boss has left strict instructions not to take any money from you under any circumstances. 

“Let me pay”, you insist, trying to shove money into hapless Miyamura-kun’s hands, the college-aged part-timer looking for the life of him a scared deer in headlights as he stammers that he isn’t going to take any payment from you, because Miya-san was furious that you paid last round. You think you’re sneaky by trying to leave money on the table regardless, but speak of the devil - Miya Osamu emerges from the back to hand you a box full of plump onigiris, packed to go - it’ll last you for tomorrow’s lunch, at least - sweeping up your cash to hand it back to you with a firm - I ain’t takin’ any payment from you, at least let me feed ya, for gods’ sake, you’re so stubborn, woman! 

“You shouldn’t be so generous”, you argue. “Letting me eat for free is bad for business.” 

He stares at you in open disbelief. Then he actually brandishes a (thankfully empty) pot at you, and drolly points to where a shiny kettle is perched on his stove. 

Fine, you grumble under your breath. Point taken. 

What’s even worse for his business is that he doesn’t leave you alone when you’re in his shop, the times he’s around at least. 

At first, he keeps his topics of conversations to the food you’re consuming, asking if you enjoy whatever new combination he’s come up with - there’s a secret menu in Onigiri Miya, it seems, and Miya Osamu seems hell-bent on using you as a taste-tester, perhaps he finds out that your taste buds are sharp enough to pick up every layer of flavour he’s worked into each dish, and you’re honest enough to tell him when his ideas suck. 

“Right, I got the message”, he laughs apologetically when you splutter and actually spit out some odious concoction of barbecued squid and peanut butter. 

“It’s not that bad” you say in an attempt to placate him. “I feel like if you didn’t use teriyaki marinade on the squid before you barbecued it and mixed it into the peanut butter instead, it might’ve been a little more melded together. Needs acid to cut through all that sugar though.”

“Hrm”, he leans forward, tapping his chin. “Maybe I’ll try that. You’ll eat version 2.0, right?” 

“Forget I ever said anything”, you grouse as he chuckles, sliding you another (more delicious) onigiri in recompense. 

Over time, the standard greetings of welcome back and how are you slowly change into a cheeky have you eaten and the immediate punchline that follows I guess not, cos you’re here again. Then he starts asking questions that grow increasingly personal in nature from his place behind the counter, on the other side. Incremental growth, like snow that melts away inch by inch to reveal the ground over gradual shifts in degrees, beginning from the mundane so ‘how was your day’ (you never know how to answer that, because he’s probably the first person to ask you that in a very long time), to ‘the weather kinda sucks, huh’, to more personal questions that he actually seems curious about - ‘like so what d’you do for a day job, besides bein’ my landlady’, and ‘how d’you know so much about food?’ 

You never give him a straight response to the latter, but you do eventually reply that you work in a combini - a convenience store. 

“What?!” he exclaims. 

“A 7/11, two streets away”, you reply. Noticing the frozen look of shock on his face, you parrot his words back at him - “what?”

“Nothin’”, he answers after a couple of beats. “I - I’m just kinda surprised.” 

“I’m not suited to do much else”, you deadpan. “‘Sides, it’s kinda fun to stack the shelves and figure out new ways of arranging umbrellas and snack bars and popsicles, and the night shift can be kinda relaxing, especially when it’s raining in summer and snowing in winter, cos’ no one really comes in and you have space to just be by yourself.” 

“Sounds fun”, he says, as if he’s at a loss as to how to formulate a response that won’t offend.  

It doesn’t sting even though you know he’s trying to be polite. Your job is what it is, a means to keep you occupied and extra money on the side since you’re saving any rental income from the store for when a storm might whirl into your life. If he interprets your choice to mean you’re lazy or unambitious and withdraws from your acquaintanceship as a result, as it seems he does for the next fortnight where his questions to you become perfunctory and he keeps his topics of conversations strictly food-related, that’s his prerogative. 

(oh, foolish little moth. you flew too close, singed your wings)

That’s fine. If you’re being a burden, someone he doesn’t deem as worthy of getting to know, you can take the hint. Your stomach can learn to be deprived of the best onigiris you’ve ever had the honour of devouring. You can rely on your trusty rice cooker and 7/11 egg mayo sandwiches - their tuna mayo onigiris don’t cut it, now that you’ve tasted the real deal, but that’s alright. You’re an adult. It’d be silly to feel down because a kid you met at the playground refuses to be your friend. After all, you were just being decent to him without expectation of anything in return. 

Always expect the worst. That way you’ll never be disappointed.     

That’s how you’ve protected what’s left of your heart, by slowly but surely swallowing incremental doses of liquid nitrogen. You’ve trapped it in a cage of ice, buried it under a blanket of snow. 

All for its own good. 

So you stay away from Onigiri Miya as humidity and heavy summer rains wash the streets of Osaka, and your rice cooker groans in complaint at the additional labour it must perform. He does resurface briefly when your phone blinks alive with a notification that he’s transferred this month’s rent to your bank account, which you promptly transfer back, but other than that, you successfully avoid him for two weeks. 

Until, yet again, rain thwarts your plans, and for some reason you can’t quite fathom, you’re standing in front of Onigiri Miya yet again. Today, though, you immediately notice that something’s off. Miya Osamu has always run a tight operation, you’ve hardly ever seen a queue or anyone waiting for a seat, for that matter, and yet today there are people spilling out from the shop into the sidewalk, a sea of hungry, frustrated faces. When you peer through the glass, Osamu is stranded alone behind the counter underneath a pile of orders, only assisted by poor Miyamura-kun who looks like he’s about to drop dead on his feet. 

You poke your head into the store. “What’s going on?” 

Miyamura-kun is clearly on the verge of tears, because he babbles in a lowered voice that Morita and Ishida - the main chefs in the second store, are both down with food poisoning from bad oysters, and his other staff are occupied with peak hour at the first store, so Osamu’s left to run the kitchen by himself. 

“He should close the store and stop taking in orders”, you point out. 

Miyamura shrugs helplessly, then yelps when a bevy of customers decide at that moment to swarm him with questions why their orders aren’t ready yet. They’re both drowning, Osamu doesn’t even have time to look up to greet you, and he looks as if he’s one onigiri away from mental collapse.

You push your way into the store, weaving through customers to slide behind the counter. Ignoring Osamu’s spluttered - what the hell are ya doin’, you don an extra apron hanging on the side, roll up your sleeves to wash your hands and when you deem yourself ready, you snort and reply - it kinda looks like you need help. 

It’s testament to how busy he is that he doesn’t even have the time to stop you. 

You scan the kitchen to grasp your bearings, run an eye over the neverending pile of tickets, cast a dubious glance at the buckets of onigiri toppings that’s obviously running low. That you should leave for Osamu to deal with, since he’s best placed to recreate the exact flavour profile for each of the fifty fillings he offers. 

“I’ll make the onigiris while you prepare the fillings?” 

“You’re just gonna get in the way”, he says despairingly. “Look - I appreciate your help, really I do but this is a kitchen - ”

You snort but you don’t bother retorting. After all, actions speak louder than words, you’ve always believed. So you spread salt and sprinkle water over your hands, scooping rice between your palms before adding a careful heaping of tuna mayonnaise. Osamu’s disbelieving eyes widen to an almost comical degree when you shape a perfect onigiri with a gentle press of your hands, wrapping it neatly with a nori sheet. 

“What’s next?” you ask. You’re already preparing the next onigiri on the menu as you speak. 

He blinks before his brain reboots. “I’ll prep more fillings.” 

“You do that”, you say distractedly, hands a blur with rolling together yet another order - salmon mentaiko, then a fancy order of three avocado smoked salmon with cream cheese (which is a little fiddly but you manage), a daily special of umeboshi, grilled shio onigiri, kimchi pork belly - seriously, it’s a bit of pain because the oil leaks into the rice, but you learn that you need to pat the filling dry - then he returns with a whole trayful of added supplies, much needed reinforcement in the trenches. 

You work in tandem with Osamu, rolling onigiris in your hands, grilling them over charcoal, holding the fort as he runs back and forth whenever a particular filling runs low - it’s all backbreaking, gruelling work. Hands a constant flurry of movement, feet sore from standing up, but the adrenaline of pushing through and satisfying customers pushes you through the entire stack of orders until finally, finally the store is clear and the dinner rush is over. 

You end your shift the way you started it, by washing your hands, bowing to your makeshift workstation for being kind to you. Miyamura-kun slumps over a table, too drained to even gather himself to his feet, and you ruffle his hair sympathetically, stealing his spray bottle and wipe cloth from him to disinfect all the tables and chairs, commandeering a broom and mop to clean the floors as Osamu tells the younger boy to knock off work, since it’s well past his working hours. Things must always be set back in place and cleaned at the end of a shift - some lessons are never unlearnt, and you hum in satisfaction when everything’s tidied up, all spick and span. 

When you turn around to return the borrowed apron, Osamu levels an inscrutable stare at you. 

“What?” you ask a little shortly. Your stomach rumbles like thunder, and hunger pangs are starting to strike you, terrible as lightning.  

“You’re a trained chef”, he says. A statement, not a question. 

“Yes”, you confirm. You’ve always been a little feisty when starving. “And?” 

“You didn’t mention that when you said you worked at a 7/11”, he answers, frowning. “It’s just a lil’ confusing, ‘cos you’re actually good - I’ve never seen anyone make onigiris like that right off the bat, there’s no way. You must’ve done it enough times ‘til you can do it in your sleep.”  

“So what if I’m good at cooking?” you match his frown. 

For all of Miya Osamu’s amiability, he doesn’t back down. “I just think it’s just a waste - ”

“To work a dead-end job at 7/11?” you shoot back. For all the heat behind your anger, your hands are cold, laden with disappointment you shouldn’t be feeling if you were wise enough to heed your own words and expect the very worst. You don’t know his judgement stings white hot against your skin, when you should’ve learnt to brush this off by now, but his words simply pour oil into the rolling fire of your sudden rage. “To sit on my ass all day and collect money from you instead of running my own store?” 

“Woah”, he raises his hands up. “I didn’t say that - ”

“No, but you implied it”, you snap. “I don’t need to justify my life choices to you - I don’t need to explain myself to anyone what I do with my time and skills, because I have my reasons and it’s my own choice.” 

“I think you’re putin’ words in my mouth”, he says after a long pause. “I think you’re bein’ emotional - ”

“I’m willing to bet a whole lot of money on the fact that you were about to lecture me about wastin’ my skills and training and chasing my dreams of bein’ a chef - tell me I’m wrong”, you snarl. “Swear on your store - since that’s obviously your dream, and tell me that’s not true.” 

“You are wastin’ your skills - ” Osamu begins, but he’s cut off by the jaunty jingle of the store’s bell. 

A bellow. “Osamu, yer scrub, you didn’t answer yer phone”.

 “Stay here - let me see what my idiot twin wants first”, he says as he heads back out front. 

It’s only when you’re in the kitchen alone that you realise, with cold horror and anxiety clawing its way through your chest leaving frostbite in its wake - that oh gods - that you’ve dropped your usual facade of cool politeness and detachment - likely because hunger makes you do terrible things, and you’ve been unspeakably rude to Osamu. You’ve been brought up to be better than this, trained to be nothing but meek and mild and polite - he must think you’re some kind of crazy, rude bitch.  

So you do what you do best. 

When Miya Osamu’s back is turned, you slip out of the store, fleeing into the night. 

There’s really nothing wrong with running away. 

That might make you a coward, but it’s easier to hide and cower rather than face up to any unpleasant situations - what was the saying you read in high school, right - that discretion is the better part of valour, so if you bunker down in your little ice cave and seek shelter from the world, that’s an inoffensive enough of a strategy. It hurts no one, least of all yourself. 

You will skirt around the streets just to avoid both iterations of Onigiri Miya just to ensure that you eliminate any possibility of running into its owner. You will pretend that the texts you receive from him don’t exist, ignoring his entreaties to come back, let’s talk to ill-disguised bait about the store he’s building - it’s coming along nicely, in case you’d like to meet me to have a look. 

He didn’t exist in your life before, so in theory it should be easy to carve him out. 

In practice, you forget that Miya Osamu can be determined to the point of obstinacy. That makes sense considering what you know of him - setting up a successful food business in his early twenties despite having no family connections in the industry (picking up the trade is far easier when you’ve learnt it at your parents’ knees, he’s probably had to learn it from trial and error, having never been to culinary school), and only having the funds that an online shop and occasional pop-up stalls might give him - which is to say, not very much at all. 

Still, you gape at him when you look up to find him illuminated by the splashes of rain and fluorescent lights, your customary greeting of ‘Irasshaimase!’ dying on your lips. A take-out bag with the navy logo of Onigiri Miya hangs from his wrist, and your stomach immediately grumbles, complaining about its subsistence of 7/11 onigiris this past week, a poor substitute compared to what Osamu used to offer instead. 

You plaster on a cheery smile, bowing to welcome him to the store. 

Hopefully he’s just here to grab an umbrella to shield him from the rain. Or maybe he’s here to grab some chips - everyone, even a chef with plenty of food at his disposal, indulges in some junk once in a while. Or maybe, given the timing of his visit to the combini and its proximity to the love hotel just down the road, he’s here to get some supplies (something in your gut burns, the resulting fumes acrid and sour) and you’ll just keep your head down if so, no need to make things awkward, a guy has his needs you’re sure - no one would begrudge him for that - 

“Hey”, he says softly, adopting a tone one would use on spooked creatures. Mired in your inner monologue, you fail to notice him approach the counter gingerly. 

You pull your smile even wider until it’s taut in a pained grimace. “Hey there ”, you reply. “How may I help you?” 

He lays the bag on the counter. “I brought you food”, he explains, even though it’s unnecessary because you can smell the familiar scent of katsu and luncheon meat. But even though your stomach leaps with joy, you don’t make a move to take it. 

“I can’t take that”, you say, even though your fingers twitch. “Thank you, but it’s fine.”

“But I can hear your stomach growling”, he replies with a slight smirk. 

Your cheeks flare up, heat flushing through your face. “It’s the air conditioning”, you lie. “Must be spoiled. Please, sir - is there anything I can help you with? If not I’m going to have to ask that you leave me alone-”

“Do you really want me to?” he asks. There’s the faintest flicker of something in his warm, dark eyes that you can’t quite recognise, possibly disappointment- but surely he can’t be disappointed if your rude self disappeared from his life, never to darken his doors again. 

“I - ” You hesitate. 

“I’ll leave ya alone if you really want me to, but I wanted to ask when your shift ends so I can come back and apologise. I reckon I was behaving badly last night -” he snorts self deprecatingly. “‘Tsumu must’ve possessed me when I was talkin’ to you, and you didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that by anyone, least of all by me. I should’ve been thankin’ you for saving my stupid ass, instead of interrogating you.”

“You don’t need to thank me”, you say. 

“Then at least let me feed you”, he replies, pushing the bag towards you. “Then at least come back to my shop so I can feed you, that’s the least my ungrateful ass can do for you.”

“You don’t need to do anything for me”, you frown, pushing the bag back towards him. “I’m not asking anything from you - ”

“But I want to”, he says simply. 

(a flutter beneath a blanket of snow and ice) 

“You want to?” you repeat, confused. “Why?” 

“Why?” This time, it’s Osamu’s to be confused, brows furrowing. “What are we, five? I wanna be friends, in case that wasn’t already obvious. Scratch that - cos I thought we were friends already, and that’s what friends do.” 

Friends. 

You turn over that concept in your head. To be honest, what you only had growing up were acquaintances, children of your parents’ associates who you had to hang out with, classmates in school who only ever bothered to say hi and bye at best - you were kept so busy at training to take over your father’s sushi restaurant that you hardly ever spent time around people for social purposes. Your current job and lifestyle doesn’t offer you much opportunity to make friends either - your shifts at the combini are always done solo, and you don’t go out of your way to seek people. You don’t notice the absence of something you never had. 

But now when you’re three decades into the game called life, opportunity comes knocking on your door. 

You give a final, regretful look at the take-out bag before pushing it back to Osamu. “I can’t eat on the job”, you say but before his face can fall, with a shy peek to his face before dropping your gaze to your feet, you add - “but my shift ends at six tomorrow morning”. 

“Sounds like you might need a big breakfast then”, Osamu chuckles. “I’ll see you soon.” 

The rest of your shift passes without event. The rain starts to die sometime after midnight, and you’re spared the usual unruly customers who stumble in after a wild night of drinking. There’s even a cat that sneaks in. You empathise with her hunger, offer her a can of tuna that you pay for from your credits, and she rewards you with her presence, curling by your feet as the sun starts its slow steady climb back into the sky. You name her kombu-chan (because she’s got a seaweed like streak across her back), and shoo her out gently as you pack up to leave, laughing as she stops short outside the combini to hiss at the tall man waiting for you outside the store, an even larger takeout bag in his hands. 

He kneels beside her and buys her affection the same way you did, handing over an offering of food before greeting you with a grin that’s brighter than the rising sun. 

“Good mornin’”, he says, tipping his cap to you. “Hungry?” 

You spent your whole life learning to be lonely but now Miya Osamu enters it to turn everything inside out and upside down. 

“Always”, you reply.

a/n: chapter 3, and our frosty reader is finally thawing out! 

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hiiii your requests are open!!! can you make headcannons of oikawa, osamu and kenma with an s/o who is like a GODDESS in all games? like basically she beats anyone at any game ever? kansamnida!!

haha i claimed writing this way too quickly - those are my mEN RIGHT THERE anyways hope you enjoy — brianna <33

oikawa, osamu, kenma with a s/o whose good at games

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oikawa

would whine whenver you beat him in games

haha big babie -jamie

"why are you so good? let me win for once!"

lowkey would practice when your not around cause he wanted to win a game 🚶‍♀️

would try to ignore you after you win against him ,,

but that never lasts very long bc he !! loves you !!

i feel like there are a certain few games he's rlly good at, but the rest you guys play he kinda sucks at it

why do i feel like he would be good in mario kart but sucks at everything else

would definitely try to distract you when your playing

like poking, cuddling, and constantly talking to you - asking questions or just speaking

not related but his animal crossing character would basically look stupid <33

osamu

mixed feels - it depends on the game

some of the time he would just be unbothered and other times he would get competitive ,, no in between at all

honestly whenever you beat him he just looks at you like ure crazy GFN

if ya'll had game night dates, he would eventually just stop playing against you and just cuddle while watching you play

maybe trying to learn what you do so he could get better lol

some games he would be good at might be cooking mama among us and mortal kombat 

he probably almost have beaten you once

he was this 👌 close to killing your character

until you pulled off ur ultimate attack or smth and his character basically died in a matter of seconds 

“gg no re”

plans on bringing atsumu to make him suffer playing multiple rounds w you

kenma

you guys play games together all the time

and he gets kinda annoyed when you win

would change what games you guys are playing often to try to find one where he is better then you

but he's yet to find one where he could win

game night dates !!

would complain when you win 

he doesnt look like it but hes BIG COMPETITIVE

he would always make a bet w you in game nights 

“if i win youre buying pizza”

but then he changes the bet 99% of the time after the game bc he knows he’ll lose LMFKAFO

“you won, you’re buying the pizza”

then you just look at him like “you said losers buy it but wtvr”

honestly kenma has to save his gaming pride so when he loses for the nth time

he would say "i threw the game to see you win, you get happy when you do"

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hi merry christmas/happy holidays bubs ! can i req kenma, bokuto and atsumu with their s/o on christmas? tysm !

hi merry christmas !! currently as i write this rn christmas is an hour away and im staying up all night so ya ,, letS GO — jamie

merry christmas bb <33 AND THESE CHARACTERS YES - bri

kenma, bokuto, and atsumu spending christmas with their s/o

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kenma

he probably doesn't care much for the holidays

just thinks of it as any other day

and usually just gets kuroo a present and calls it a day LMFKANJDJS

but seeing you get excited over it

he would genuinely try this year

decorations, presents, all of it

would participate in the christmas event in his game to try to get something you would like

watch him buy you the rare currency in the game as a gift

maybe even some super rare skins too !!

then he would give it to you even if you don't play the game often

would obv teach you how to play a new game in christmas eve <33

“merry christmas baby, i love you.”

SUDDENLY IM SCREAMING NSNDJSBAJHD I LOVE HIM

he usually orders takeout for christmas food lmao

like maybe kfc but if hes feeling giddy he orders ✨mcdonalds✨

would def cuddle with u when ure done celebrating and kisses ur cheek in the most random times <3

bokuto

mans goes feral on christmas

this is h i s holiday

still genuinely believes in santa

and would try to stay up til 12am to see him JSJJS

but he ends up falling asleep at around three hours before midnight gn

i find that so endearing anyways

would be ECSTATIC for every gift he receives

“BABE DID YOU GET ME THIS ?? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THIS IS SO RAD”

“kou ,, thats just gift wrap.”

laughs so hard thats not even ur gift for him

this christmas u got him a sweater !! because he looks adorable in it !!

boy is filled with JOY

kisses u fully on the mouth <3

he would wear it until the end of time BDNDNNDNSNDJ

at the same time he got you like ,, a hundred presents because thats how much he fucking loves you SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE HIM REAL 🥺🥺

full on makes out w you in excitement GOD DAMNFJDJEJD

he will not !! stop being !! so clingy !! for the entire day !!

but u still love him and i mean ,, its christmas so who are you to ruin his happiness <3

atsumu

sigh

where to even start with this man

theres this headcannon where the miya family is RICH AS FUCK so ill just go w it <33

you guys basically dont stay up until midnight ,, you celebrate in the morning !!

and atsumu woke up earlier than u did today but didnt get off the bed

he wanted to still cuddle u even in ur sleep OSBDBANDBAJNSJD i am not okay

when you woke up his hair was tickling ur neck so you woke up w giggles and atsumu is over the MOON

like he gets to wake up early on christmas AND hear ur giggles first thing in the morning ??

he is basically that excited to see u awake 🥺🥺

“mornin’ princess.”

AAAAAAAAAA A A A A A A A A A A A AA A A A A A A A A i am weak for this pet name

so as mentioned earlier, he has a rich family so atsumu got u so much presents and he would always insist for you to open them first instead of his own presents <3

lets say he got u both matching keychains and u are just like aww 🥺🥺

BUT THATS NOT THE ONLY THING HE GOT U

mans got a fully planned date for u both on christmas !!

i am proud to say i am married to this man — jamie

so u got him a tshirt w a little vball logo printed on it and he immediately goes 🥺🥺🥺 because he still cant believe he got to be with someone who understands his passion like you !!

“princess, thank you so much.”

atsumu is willing to make you happy not only on christmas day, but for the rest of ur lives together and you just cant wait for it <33

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