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shiraishi-mai · 2 years ago

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[And After?]

(kind of a part II but could be read as a stand alone)

You broke up with Atsumu your final year of high school.

Was it because you both would be in separate areas of Japan and you didn’t want to go long-distance? Partially.

But when you uttered those words, you both knew that wasn’t the real reason.

You stood in front of him, eyes downcast and refusing to meet his.

“I’m leaving for Yokohama. I got accepted to university there.”

His eyes widened and you smiled wryly.

“No congratulations?”

“Congratulations.” Atsumu couldn’t help but say flatly.

“I’m guessing you’re going to continue volleyball.” You felt a tinge of regret. You hadn’t bothered to ask him about scouts or recruitment.

He nodded. “I’ve already gotten offer...None close to Yokohama though.”

You gave him a small smile and shrugged in what you hoped looked like a nonchalant way. “I want to focus on my studies and I don’t think I’ll be able to do that if I’m trying to make a long-distance relationship work.”

His hand clenched and his eyes took on a stubborn look that usually signalled the beginning of an argument. “I’ll make it work. I can come visit and I’ll make time when I’m not practising to call and -”

“Atsumu.” He ached at the resignation in your voice.

“‘Tsumu, I need to get away from here. Just start again y’know.”

His eyes flitted toward the boot on your ankle and you unconsciously shifted in discomfort, at the real reason why you were making the decision. He cursed - at it and the entire situation and you couldn’t help but blink back the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. It wasn’t his fault - it was entirely yours.

There was a thud and a ‘oh my god’ rang out from the women’s volleyball captain.

Atsumu was beside you in an instant. He had watched, wide-eyed in horror, as your leg had crumpled, taking you down with it.

“Give her space,” the captain’s voice rang out as you clutched at your ankle, face twisted in pain. “What even happened?”

“I tripped -,” you spit out through clenched teeth. Atsumu saw how your foot had been wrenched in a position it should never be in and felt a rising panic he tried to stifle. Years of experience on the court told him that this was not a minor injury.

You looked up at him with pleading eyes, and he scooped you up, speeding away to the nurse’s office and away from the pitying looks of your teammates.

You groaned in pain and looked at him with panicked eyes. “Atsumu, this-”

“You’ll be fine. It’s okay, it’s going to be fine.” He chanted as if it would make it true.

Your skin had already turned purple and the area surrounding your ankle had swollen up bigger than an egg. You whimpered, both at the pain shooting up your leg and fear of the consequences of what just happened to you.

A trip to the hospital later and you found yourself hobbling back to school in a few days, ankle held tightly in a brace and leaning against crutches. You knew your ankles were weak from a few sprains over the years and they finally gave up and the muscle had torn.

Atsumu had held you while you sobbed as the doctor told you that you couldn’t play for the rest of your final year and most likely needed rehab for longer than that. He was there, waiting outside the classroom to carry your bag between classes and helped you around school. He was there when he found you, squatting with your back against the outside of the gym doors, crying about how unfair it was and he was there to shush you when you beat yourself up for being so clumsy.

It took a while, but eventually you came around and accepted the situation - well you made your peace with it as best you could. You focused on steadily on doing rehab exercises, gritting your teeth and sweating through the pain. You began to joke around again, bickered with Atsumu as you held hands in the school corridors when you graduated to just wearing a boot, and went back to chatting animatedly with your friends.

Atsumu had tried to be positive and not treat you any differently to maintain some sort of normalcy. But when he realised you no longer came to watch the teams practice, he found it hard to swallow the lump in his throat and felt his chest tighten. He stopped looking towards the stands at games, knowing you weren’t there, and forced a fake smile that reflected yours when you politely congratulated him on his wins. He’d never felt such helplessness whenever he caught you staring absent-mindedly out of the window during class, your eyes dull and shoulders slumped.

“The change will be good for me and I don’t - I don’t really want anything to do with volleyball anymore," you said, confessing what he’d known all year.

“It might seem dramatic because I know I can do PT and get better again but I’ll never be back to how I used to play.” You shrugged again casually and he hated it.

“And honestly? I was tired of it anyway. I can’t remember a time I haven’t had bruises or walked without stressing about getting hurt. I like waking up at a normal time and not at the ungodly hours of the morning and not having to force myself to exercise or eat a certain diet. I want to go somewhere completely new and live life free without remembering how difficult all that was.”

Atsumu felt hollow. “But you loved volleyball so much you never minded that before?” He wanted to yell. But he knew it was hopeless - you were determined to throw volleyball away and he was always going to be a part of that.

And so, you were throwing him away too.

“Don’t worry, I’ll still be cheering you on, even if I’m not there,” you gave him another smile that he wanted to scream at.

He couldn’t bear to see how hard you were forcing yourself to be normal and he pulled you into his arms and squeezed tightly, as if you’d disappear right then and there.

“We can keep in touch okay?”

He nodded into your shoulder, not trusting himself to say anything that could drive you any further away than you were already were. He knew you well after dating you these past couple of years. He knew how stubborn you could be about certain things and while he was equally as stubborn, he didn’t want to end things with the two of you screaming and arguing. He needed to accept that you needed to heal and that you didn’t want his help in doing so.

Your hand stroked the back of his hair affectionately, untangling the knots and failing to soothe him.

“I’ll see you around, Atsumu.”

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A few years passed. You survived university and you managed to get a job back in Osaka at an arts museum and were grateful that your hard work had paid off. You got a new apartment, dated here and there, and went out with friends. All in all, you were content with your life.

And some nights after work, you’d make a cup of tea,

snuggle into some blankets on your couch,

grab the remote,

and watch the MSBY game.

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You loved being at the museum. Everything was neat, orderly, and most importantly, quiet. The silence, save for soft murmurs, was comforting. You didn’t have to speak much and spent most of your day hanging out with paintings. It was a stark change from the sounds of balls smashing against wooden floors, sneakers squeaking, and the constant cheers of teammates. Playing such a team-oriented sport had forced you to be around people all the time and you savoured being able to introspect and have alone time now.

You were in a particularly good mood that day. The cute barista had drawn a flower on your cup, you managed to get on the bus on time, and a new exhibit with one of your favourite artists had just begun.

You weaved in and out of different rooms, occasionally writing down information on your ipad regarding the works to present at a meeting later. The muffled atmosphere was music to your ears until you heard a loud laugh accompanied by not-so-silent whispers.

Ugh who is being so disruptful? Do they not know basic etiquette for places like this?

The voices grew louder as you walked in that direction and you shook your head. Probably some youths who didn’t know respect.

You strode into the room ready to scold some rambunctious teen boy when you locked eyes with a very familiar blonde-haired guy.

He had put his hand by his face in an attempt to whisper to a girl beside him and had frozen with his mouth open when he saw you. You kept a straight face as you walked forward, catching yourself nearly snorting at the “caught-with-his-hand-in-the-cookie-jar” expression he had.

“Excuse me sir,” you said sternly, “I’m not sure if you read the sign outside, but you are supposed to keep your voice down here.” He straightened stiffly at your tone and the girl he was whispering to looked at you with alarmed eyes.

“I-I’m sorry ma’am.” She stuttered out.

Atsumu tried to stifle a laugh, saving himself by coughing as your eye twitched. Ma’am? I’m not a grandma.

You whipped your attention to him. “And I’ll have you know that we don’t have any exceptions - even for superstar volleyball players.” Your voice was cold but your eyes held a familiar shine, and he relaxed. He made a note that you still sucked at having a poker face and he could tell you weren’t actually mad.

“What about the handsome ones?” He said grinning but faltered when you didn’t crack. Perhaps he didn’t know you as well as he used to.

You finally sighed and Atsumu mentally danced in victory as you finally gave up your act. “Especially the handsome ones. We hold those to an even higher standard.”

“What are you doing here?” he demanded and you shushed him, dragging him out of the room.

“What are you doing here?” he said whispering this time.

“I work here. What are you doing here?” you shot back, “Since when do you go to places like this?”

“Actually he’s been into art for a few years now,” you turned to see Osamu walking towards you grinning. “Hi y/n.”

“'Samuuu,” you greeted and gave him a hug while Atsumu twitched at the exchange.

“Yeah well I -,” the setter said, scratching the back of his kneck and looking uncomfortable, “It’s an important part of society and culture and stuff.” It's not like he used Osamu to mildly stalk you over the years or anything weird like that.

You looked at him incredulously. "And you chose to come here?”

“No, my fiance wanted to go,” Osamu cut in. “Apparently it has one of the best collections.”

The blonde girl who Atsumu had been whispering to peeked from behind his figure waving. “Hi!”

You blinked, surprised. You had assumed the beautiful girl was Atsumu’s girlfriend. Not that you cared of course.

The three of you exchanged pleasantries, Osamu mainly driving the conversation. His restaurant was doing well apparently and he and the girl were due to be married in a month or so.

“Congratulations!” you squealed, beaming at the both of them.

“Yer welcome to come,” Osamu said winking and you giggled. Osamu was always easy to talk to and you were glad that hadn’t changed.

“I’ll have to see if I’m free,” you replied with a smile and internally pushed the thought of seeing Atsumu looking radiant in a suit and standing at the end of an aisle out of your mind.

Speaking of the man, he had been uncharacteristically quiet during the conversation - a fact that did not escape his twin.

“Well,” Osamu said, “Kaori wanted to check out the special exhibit so we’ll head there first.”

The now dark-haired brother dragged his fiance off and with that the two of you were left alone.

“I should head back-”

“How are you-”

Both of you stopped and he scratched the back of his kneck again. “Right yeah you have to work.”

You nodded. “I should go.”

He bit his lip and looked at the floor. You couldn’t help a small smile looking at such a large man looking so timid.

“Atsumu.” He glanced up, your eyes locked for the first time. It registered how he was a man now, the softer curves of his face had become more angular and he was even taller than before with a broader build as well.

“It was really nice to see you again.” A glimmer sparked in his eyes your statement.

“And we have some cool new exhibits coming up you know since you’re so interested in art and all now…” You trailed off as he shot you a breathtaking grin and you desperately tried to ignore the fact that you were still weak for it even after all these years.

“Yeah I saw some of the posters. I’ll drop by if I see something I like.” He winked and you almost rolled your eyes as you turned to swiftly walk away, heart pounding in your chest faster than it had in years.

Why did I have to blurt that out??? You groaned internally before speeding off to your meeting. You remembered the warm brown of his eyes. Yep. Definitely still weak. Damn it.

After that, Atsumu started showing up to the museum. Every Saturday in fact.

You did a double-take the first time you saw the setter standing in front of a painting with headphones on. You walked over to stand beside him and peeked at him, catching his attention.

“What are you doing here?” you found yourself parroting when he lowered his headphones.

“It’s a museum,” he said confused, “I’m looking at the artwork. You said to come by?”

“I-” you tilted your head to the side, a bit flustered at his re-appearance. Ah that was a stupid question why y/n why??

You bit your lip. You didn’t think he’d actually come. Wasn’t he busy??

“Okay, please enjoy our collections.” You said in a formal voice before walking away, cringing at your awkwardness.

But after a while, you began looking forward to Saturdays and would make an excuse to wander the halls to see where he was. He’d shoot you a toothy smile when he saw you before turning back to the works with a pensive face. Hasn’t he memorised the works by now? You shook your head as you headed back to your office. He did have poor memory from what you remembered.

As you sat down at your desk, you thought back to what happened years ago, remembering how overwhelming everything felt. It took all this time for you to become yourself again and it had taken nearly repressing most of high school to succeed in forgetting all the trauma.

But after seeing Atsumu, you remembered all the good that came with those times too. How you’d hit Atsumu with the volleyball the first time you met, the fighting and bickering that came after, and how surprising it was that the two of you ended up dating. How he used to walk you home after both your practices ended and helped you with your serves. How after your injury, he spent his time not practising nodding off beside you in the library to keep you company and his goofy smile when he saw you supporting him at games . He’d even show up at the part time job you took your final year in a desperate attempt to find something to occupy you during all the free time you suddenly had by pretending he was a customer. You fought back a smile.

Kind of like he was doing now.

You swung your feet as you sat on the edge of the fountain, the both of you sipping on iced coffees. He’d taken to accompanying you on your break and you’d often go to a nearby cafe together.

“Are you even allowed to be out in public like this? I mean Sakusa-san’s always in a cap and glasses whenever I see him in the news photos.”

“Omi hates being social to begin with so he’s extra paranoid when he goes out.” Atsumu shrugged before grinning cockily. That cockiness made you bristle in annoyance - a reflex of yours that hadn’t changed. “What, scared you’ll get caught in a scandal with me?”

“I just don’t want your fangirls coming after me,” you said flatly.

He scoffed in response. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of them?”

“I don’t want to be harassed about it. I’ll end up getting pushed around,” you frowned.

“As if,” he snorted, “You aren’t the type to be bullied so easily.” He felt the ghost of a volleyball slamming into his back and chuckled.

Your frown deepened in disagreement and Atsumu glanced at you before continuing. He never liked to see you doubt yourself. You used to be so confident, standing on the court steadfastly with your eyes alight with mischief. Even when you told him you got into university, there had been a prideful look on your face that he had been relieved to see.

“Though it might be a good idea to have a few photos snapped of us. Our PR team says I need to shake off this playboy image.”

“Image?”

An indignant noise erupted from the man beside you. “Contrary to popular belief, I am NOT a fuckboy. When do I have the time to sleep around? I’m either at practice, matches, or here with you!” He pouted and crossed his arms.

“I’m honoured that the great Atsumu Miya chooses to grace me with his presence during my busy work day,” you said dryly.

“Exactly, you’d be lucky to be caught with me,” he said, winking.

“Still a celebrity I see,” you said shaking your head and opted to look away to focus on the bustle of people around the plaza.

“I’m not bothering ya, right?” You looked at him, confused, as he kept his gaze on the passersby as well. “Ya know, from yer busy work day.”

“Since when do you care about things like that?” Miya Atsumu was not the type to ask permission to intrude on someone’s life.

“I didn’t know if it would be okay,” he said softly and in a tone much more serious than you expected. “To see you again. I know we tried to leave on good terms but…”

You knew what he was talking about. It was good terms - well the best you could do at the time but there was a sense of uneasiness. As if you lost something and you had been so eager to get away that you didn’t realise just what you lost. Seeing him again brought memories back, memories of a time that meant a great deal to you.

“Why do you come back then?”

“I can’t seem to stay away,” he said, chuckling weakly.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t gotten over me yet or something,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood. When Atsumu didn’t respond you felt your breath hitch as your throat felt suddenly tighten. You snuck a peek at him and when your gazes locked, both of you cleared your throats looking away quickly.

“Osamu’s wedding is next week,” he suddenly said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Oh right. He must be excited,” you smiled. It was nice that your friend had gotten such a happy ending.

“Want to be my plus one?”

“I believe I was invited.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

He mirrored your raised eyebrow and said, “What, so you’re bringing a plus one?” You laughed at his audacity in automatically thinking you didn’t.

“Maybe I am? You never asked me if I had a boyfriend ‘Tsumu.”

He frowned. “Well do ya? It’s hard to do better than me, you know.”

“Wow, you’re still a dick.”

“And you still dated me. So do you?”

You wanted to press your palms to your eyes in exasperation. How was he still the same?

“No I do not have a boyfriend, Atsumu.”

“What a coincidence,” he said, shooting you the toothy smile. “I don’t have one either so we can go together.”

“You don’t have a boyfriend?”

This time it was Atsumu that felt a surge of exasperation. “A date smartass. So it’s perfect if we go together.”

He cut off your noise of protest at his sudden declaration by waving his hand, “I think your break is almost over. I’ll text you more about it later okay?” he said and walked off, turning around once to frantically wave goodbye at you.

You gave a half-hearted wave before making a shoo-ing motion at him. As you watched him finally turn and leave, you felt your smile slowly fading. You wanted to keep Atsumu at a distance and you had a strong instinct to flee - to go back to ignoring that part of your life. But how could you? You stupidly still found him charming after all these years. Miya Atsumu was slowly managing to worm his way back into your life and you found you were reluctant to kick him out.

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At the insistence of his fiance, Osamu had decided to hold his wedding near the beach. You had been stunned at how pretty the venue was and admittedly a bit jealous at how gorgeous Kaori looked when she was showing you her wedding gown. You were also a bit nervous at spending a whole weekend with Atsumu around and knowing his personality, he would make sure he’d be harassing you the entire time.

Your suspicions were indeed correct. After you arrived at the hotel, you slid your key card into your room lock and found the red light blinking, preventing your access to a hot shower you desperately needed. You grunted in annoyance, dumping your heavy suitcase on the ground and aggressively slid the card in and out. The red light continued to greet you and you swore in response.

“Why is this not working??”

You heard a click and the door opened to reveal a damp Atsumu, towel slung around his neck and wearing nothing but boxer shorts.

“I thought I heard a sailor with a potty mouth,” he grinned, rubbing the end of the towel against his hair to dry it.

“Atsumu?? What are you doing in my room??”

“y/n I think you mean my room?”

“What? I’m in room 261?”

“You’re in 262,” he said simply and pointed down the hall.

You blinked at him and he snatched the card from your limp hand, lifting your discarded bag from the floor.

You spluttered uselessly as you trailed after him. He slid the card in and green light betrayed you. He easily opened the door and looked at you pointedly, “See this is what it looks like when you use the key for the right door.”

“Whatever,” you grumbled and just as you were about to thank him, he strolled through the door.

“What are you doing? I never said you could go in!”

“Nice,” he said looking around. “It’s the same as mine.”

“No shit,” you were about to say but yelped again when he dumped both your suitcase and himself on the bed.

“I swear your bed is softer,” he remarked as he laid sprawled out on his back.

“You’re getting it wettt,” you whined and he propped himself up on his elbows, his eyebrow lifting.

“You have a hot, shirtless pro-athlete on your bed and you’re complaining about the bed getting wet?”

“I think I’m more questioning why you have boxers with ducks on them,” you mocked trying to ignore that you did, in fact, have a hot, shirtless pro-athlete on your bed.

His lips stretched into a familiar shit-eating grin. “Maybe you’re just grouchy that YOU aren’t wet on the-.”

“MIYA ATSUMU,” you screamed, horrified as you rushed over to clamp a hand over his mouth. Of course, you being you, you nearly tripped as you reached the bed and you yelped as strong arms pulled you forward.

Your palms landed on a VERY solid chest and you looked up to see Atsumu’s face dangerously close to yours. Your eyes widened and you pushed yourself up only to have warm hands grip your thighs, stopping your attempt to get off of the offensive boy.

His eyebrows shot up as you sat, straddled on top of him. “Now we can change that if you-”

“UGH,” you threw your body weight to the side and tumbled off the bed.

“Nice to see you’re still clumsy.” He peered down at your dishevelled figure sitting on the floor glaring at him. “How you managed to play a sport, I’ll never know.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Atsumu regretted it. He internally cursed as you refused to meet his eyes, lips twisting unhappily. His mouth was dry as he tried to smooth over his mistake.

“I mean I didn’t-” He stammered.

“I don’t know if you recall Miya,” You nearly spit and you saw him flinch as you stood up putting your hands on your hips. “But I was an EXCELLENT volleyball player.”

Yours eyes flashed at him in a defiant way and he nearly fell for you all over again.

“Ehh but your serves kinda sucked.”

“Oh I don’t think you’re in a position to call my serves shit Mr. ‘Don't make me lose my focus or I’ll throw a temper tantrum’.”

“Though,” you pondered for a moment. “You don’t seem to mind people cheering nowadays.”

He sat up, a triumphant smile slowly spreading across his face this time. “Oho and how would you know that? Has someone been stalking my games?”

Your eye twitched and your mouth opened and closed. You wracked your brain desperately for a way to deny this without sounding stupid before settling for a lame, “Get out Miya.”

“You know if you wanna come watch all you have to do is ask, princess,” he said half-jokingly, half-hopeful that you would make the request.

“Leave Miya,” you repeated, refusing to acknowledge that you did want to see him play. “I’m going to take a shower and I don’t wanna see you when I get out,” you warned as you moved towards the bathroom.

“I can help you if you feel lonely~” he chuckled as he heard the door slam. Not wanting to push your wrath any further, he got up stretching before leaving the room.

He was greeted with a face identical to his standing outside the door.

“Ah so this is why you asked for the room next door to y/n.”

“You were listening? Creep.” He said, striding past Osamu towards his own room.

“I’m glad the two of you seem to be getting along,” he heard the amusement laced in his brother’s voice.

“Yeah,” Atsumu said softly with his hand paused on the handle of his door. “I hope we are.”

There was a silence between the two brothers and they distantly heard the sound of kids running down the hallways of the hotel somewhere.

“What? Too reluctant to leave her already?”

Atsumu grimaced and Osamu nearly threw his hands up. “I know you’re whipped but she’s next door ‘Tsumu.”

“Osamu,” Atsumu said in a serious manner that made his twin scrunch his face in concern. “I forgot my key card.”

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The sun was setting as Atsumu blearily opened his eyes. He hadn’t had a nap in years and it felt weird to actually get some rest. He rolled over to grab his phone and saw a message from his brother.

If you plan on waking up anytime soon, we’ll be down at the beach.

He groaned and opted to scroll through instagram when he got another message.

[y/n] is here too.

He remained unmoving on his back for a moment before groaning again and rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling at the bait his twin set. Pulling on a pair of red basketball shorts and throwing on an old Stussy shirt, he made his way down to the beach.

The sound of seagulls and crashing waves greeted him as his feet hit the sand. There were yells, the sounds of laughter, and he was surprised to see a volleyball net set up nearby. His eyes flitted towards Kaori blowing Osamu a kiss from across the net and froze as he saw a familiar figure yell at her about fraternising with the enemy.

There you were, face glowing with excitement, standing at the service line and spinning a volleyball in your hands. His feet took off towards the net before he could think and his gaze was glued to you as your palm made contact with the ball.

He could practically hear your ‘tsk’ sound as Osamu dug it up and he couldn’t help but worriedly look at your ankle as you crouched low. Kaori jumped to block and his heart pounded in anticipation.

You darted out and dove, sending the ball high into the air. You scrambled to quickly get up and jogged back, your eyes following the set arching back towards you.

Atsumu unconsciously held his breath as he watched you jump, feet kicked back behind you and arm drawn back - the orange sunset behind you highlighting your form.

A malicious smile spread across your face as you found Osamu jumping up to reach over the net and you spiked against his arms.

“OUT,” his fiance screamed as the ball ricocheted off the block and outside the court.

“C’mon ‘Samu,” Atsumu heard your teasing voice. “You must be getting old if you let me score off of you like that.” You finally noticed his figure by the makeshift court and perked up. “Oh, 'Tsumu’s awake!”

He finally let out a breath when he saw you and Kaori waving excitedly at him. “Atsumu! Come join us!”

“Aw, how is that fair,” Osamu’s teammates groaned. “You guys can’t have a professional player on your team!”

“Suck it up,” you stuck a tongue out at him. “Atsumu is mine so you can’t have him.” You laughed gleefully at the protest that came from the opposing side and you playfully nudged him as he came to stand beside you at the net.

He smiled down at you for a second and as you stared into his eyes, momentarily mesmerised. He looked at you with such familiarity and warmth and you couldn’t help but shyly smile in return.

Your gaze was interrupted by a low growl.

Atsumu’s eyes flitted up to meet his twin's through the net. “Pro or not, 'Tsumu you’re going down.”

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The games continued until the stars were coming out and you all settled around a fire, snacking on fruit as a reward for all the exercise. You felt the sand shift and Atsumu plopped down beside you.

“I didn’t know you played.”

You grimaced at the slight hint of betrayal in his voice.

“I can’t seem to stay away,” you laughed, repeating his words from the fountain. “I play some pickup games here and there.”

“...and you’re all healed now?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “I go to PT but the muscle has been healed for a while. I have to wear a brace when I play but it’s more out of caution.”

“It still creaks sometimes though,” you made a face.

“Still. It’s good to see you stand on a court again.”

You looked over and winced at the expression on his face. He had a wry smile that didn't suit his face and a distant look to his eyes.

“I’m sorry Atsumu.” His gaze remained trained towards the darkness of the ocean. “I realised I never apologised for treating you badly back then. I know it’s not an excuse, but I was angry and hurt and all I could think was to get away to protect myself. I couldn’t think about anything else - anyone else.”

A muscle flexed in his jaw. “I know. I know better than anyone but god y/n, I was there for you wasn’t I?” He couldn’t help the reproach in his voice. “And you,” he bit his lip. “You just threw me away.”

With those words, Atsumu realised what he’d been feeling since your breakup all those years ago - resentment. He felt guilty for doing so and he’d pushed it deep down but it was threatening to spill out from him now.

“‘'Samu quit playing and then you left,” he said hoarsely. “You both left me alone.”

“You had your team,” you tried to argue weakly.

“Wasn’t the same.” He shook his head, broad shoulders slumping and he tucked his knees up, resting his head on them. “And you said that you would always be there for me," he said in a small voice.

This boy - no this man - had done so much for you. Back in high school and now, he remained insistent on being by your side, even when you pushed him away.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated lamely. “I can’t thank you enough for supporting me and loving me then.”

“And I’m thankful that you’re in my life again.” You reached out a hand to cover his. His palm turned and he wrapped his fingers around yours. “I know I’m late,” you hesitated, gathering your courage before taking the plunge. “I’d like to be a part of yours again, if you’d let me.”

The blonde setter finally looked at you and his eyes crinkled in a joyful manner that suddenly made you see the image of a younger, teen Miya Atsumu - the one you had loved so much. You both felt something - as if you found a missing puzzle piece fallen on the floor - placed back into its rightful place.

“I’d like that."

Epilogue

“Relax, she said she’s running late right?” A sullen boy with raven curly hair pushed Atsumu towards the court. The stadium was already loud as people waited in anticipation for the MSBY match to start.

He nodded, repeating to himself that you indeed sent him a text earlier saying you would be late. Besides, they were just warming up. The match hadn’t started yet and there was plenty of time left.

The empty seat beside Osamu seemed to mock him as he recalled the time when he ached upon seeing it empty yet again. He shook his head as if to clear it as the whistle blew to signal the teams should start warming up their serves.

“WHOO let’s go ‘'Tsumu!”

His eyes couldn’t leave your figure, clad in his jersey, lifting both your arms in the air and shaking pom poms. He let out a smile, one goofy enough that Sakusa rolled his eyes as he mouthed an ‘i love you,’ towards the stands.

He looked away triumphantly at your stunned figure as the whistle blew, this time to signal the beginning of the match. He focused his mind toward the game giddily and cemented his resolve that they would win today.

Because the seat was finally filled. You were there.

Right where you were supposed to be.

#dear lord this was long #but i kinda like it #couldn't stop writing #atsumu miya #atsumu angst #atsumu fluff #astumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #hq atsumu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu imagines

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retromoments · 2 years ago

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someone help me find this fic. i know it was sakuatsu and the plot was that sakusa and atsumu kept hooking up throughout the years but weren’t ever serious and kiyoomi was just very reluctant to let things get serious but eventually he did and it all worked out. there was also a subplot where osamu and suna were dating and suna cheated on osamu and atsumu left kiyoomi in the middle of a date to go to osamu. but i remember the last scene very vividly was osamu not believing that atsumu and kiyoomi were dating so kiyoomi facetimed osamu. someone please help if you know what fic this is

#miya astumu #kiyoomi imagines #sakuatsu #atsumu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x you #haikyuu x reader #angst #haikyuu angst #astumu x reader

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ghost-recs · 8 months ago

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Atsumu Fic Rec

you're not the one by heartcondemned [ao3]

synopsis: stuck in the friendzone with suna, you have the brilliant idea of fake dating one of his best friends - miya atsumu.

i started this looking for a good suna x reader fic, but was utterly pulverized by astumu... i'm not complaining tho (option to choose either atsumu or suna at the end)!

msby black jackels online! by mooshys [ao3]

@mooshys

synopsis: the crazy things that atsumu the msby black jackels want to post on their socials and the things they atsumu put you through.

mostly a good laugh and scenarios that imagine what it would be like interacting with the msby black jackels, turns into something a little more.

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afyrian · 4 months ago

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ch. 2 - love food critic m.list

atsumu shuts his car door, pushing up his sunglasses so they're sitting on his nose properly. he looks both ways in the parking lot, ready to walk past once the last few cars pass by. as he stands there patiently, he finally notices the shop to onigiri miya's left. it's colors look beautiful, the paintings on the windows clearly created with a lot of love.

however, the thing that he notices most is someone standing in the front, assisting customers. he can notice her with an apron on, clay smudged on her like it's a daily occurrence. atsumu starts walking across the road but he can't seem to keep his eyes off of you or the shop. something about her draws him in, even if he's never cared for pottery or creating it.

for a second, he considers popping in for just a moment and buying something just to see what it's like. to see what you're like. the only thing stopping this magnetic pull is osamu's promise of free food for him to taste test. atsumu grabs a hold of onigiri miya's handle, opening the door while still taking a peek at the mystery woman's shop.

for some reason, in all the construction and want of food, he never noticed the shop next door. the entire building completely wiped from his memory. now though, he can't imagine forgetting it...

finally entering onigiri miya, he can already smell the intense savory flavor of his food, the pork frying and sauces being added. raising his hand, astumu waved to the cashier, making his way to the kitchen. it's fairly empty this time of day, only the morning stragglers are sitting around with small bits of food on their plates.

"'samu! you have any free food for me?" he rests his hands on his hips, watching as osamu forms some onigiri.

osamu looks up at his twin, an unenthusiastic expression smeared across his face, "no, not unless you're paying. the cashier does tell me when you convince him to give you free food. you're only getting samples by the way."

"he's a liar, just so you know. like a big fat liar," atsumu steps up to one of the counters, resting his hand on the corner as he watches osamu wrap some seaweed around the rice, "but beyond that, when'd ya get the hot neighbor?"

without skipping a beat, osamu looks up at his brought, nearly dropping the onigiri in his hand. never had atsumu seen his brother act like this. his immediate attention, the fumbling on air when he's made it onigiri a million times. "do you mean at the pottery shop?" he takes in a breath, turning back to the food.

"yeah! ain't she pretty? if it weren't for this taste testing thing, that sounds like a scam since it's just 'samples', i would've said something to her."

osamu bites the inside of his cheek, setting the onigiri on a plate and handing it off to the server. he hardly looks at his brother as he tries to imagine you and atsumu going out. getting married, possibly even having kids one day. and all osamu could do is watch from the sidelines in disbelief.

"mmmh yeah, she is. but she doesn't really like the business or so it seems.. so she probably wouldn't like you due to association," he shrugs his shoulders, finally looking up at his brother who has his eyes wide.

without saying anything else, atsumu walks up to his brother, slapping his shoulder, "you've got a crush, don't ya? on the pottery girl?"

"no! no i don't!" osamu pushes atsumu away from him, shaking his head belligerently.

"ohh suna's gonna eat this up! but i'm totally right about this. it's the whole twin intuition thing, y'know? that's why i wanted to meet her, to set her up with ya!" atsumu reaches to grab his phone, eager to tell their friends all about the crush his brother has seemed to gain.

osamu rolls his eyes, knowing he's unable to stop his brother's rambunctious behavior. sure he likes to see you when you both get deliveries. or when he sees you come in for the morning before your classes. but the idea that he has a crush completely goes over his head, running wild through the wind.

instead of focusing his mind of what won't be, he grabs the food that he wants atsumu to try. it's a tray of different onigiri flavors and some different glazed pork examples. it looks beautiful and tender, hopefully wonderful enough to pull atsumu's mind from the supposed high-school type crush that osamu doesn't have.

"set down your phone, would you?" osamu sets down the tray, raising an eyebrow at his brother, "tell me which ones you think are the best."

"so what doesn’t she like about it? every girl likes a guy that can cook,” atsumu completely ignores osamu’s indignation, grabbing a piece of pork and popping it into his mouth.

biting his lip, osamu shrugs, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. he knows exactly why you don’t like it, the crowds and loud noises that come from the nearly finished construction, “i think she enjoys the quiet more, but a new restaurant is anything but that.”

atsumu grabs another piece of pork, letting osamu work out his thoughts externally. as he talks, atsumu immediately thinks to himself that osamu cares for the girl next door. his voice softens as he discusses the idea of paying extra to have them finish construction early. even if it isn’t love or some strong emotion, something about her brings out another side of osamu.

“ya totally have a crush on her.”

“just eat your food and write down which ones are best!”

a/n: thought this was cute <33 also fun fact bisque is both a food and a pottery term taglist: @causenessus @osakis-gf @eggyrocks @brkfclub @marisabel14

@bbybibi @etoiile @miyamoratsumuu @girlokarina @gsyche

@cherrypieyourface @zephestia @acowboykisser @whosmarjj

#☼༄ my bisque beau #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfic #hq #hq x reader #hq fanfic #osamu miya fluff #hq osamu #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya #miya osamu

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adaurielle · 1 year ago

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Happy birthday to my longtime bestie @seraphofthesimps ! Sorry this is so late but I wanted to do something special on your birthday! I hope it’s been a wonderful day!

“Atsumu Miya, what the hell is this?”

There in the middle of your living room was your husband with 2 kittens in his hands. A Bengal in his right hand and a mane coone in his left. The kittens looked at you with the cutest eyes, Atsumu mirroring theirs.

“Well I WAS going to tell you ‘Happy Birthday,’ but someone just had to go and ruin it.”

“I was shocked!”

“Ya you said that last night after I fucked you so hard, and broke the bed in the process.”

Memories of last night played in your head, Atsumu stayed up with you to bring in your birthday. He demanded to give you one of your gifts right then. Little did you know he was going to dick you down that hard. You thought that might be the extent of his spoiling today, yet here he was with the cutest kittens on the planet. The mane coon let out a long meow, begging to be let down. You rushed forward and pick the kitten up, cradling it in your arms.

The kitten began to purr while in your arms. Every bone in your body wanted to melt into a puddle at how adorable they were. Atsumu told you that the mane coon was a girl and the Bengal was a boy. You decided then and there that their names were going to be Lily and Oliver.

Astumu’s eyes lit up at the sight of you playing with the newest additions to your family. He watched as you flung the cat toy around making the kittens run. Lily was often tripping over her own feet, while Oliver was jumping up and down trying to catch the feathers. He smiled as he heard your baby talking to them. Your smile and giggles all but made his heart swell. He was imagining how it would be if you had a child together.

“Let’s have a baby.”

You froze in place. Holding the feather toy in mid-air, the kittens jumped and swatted at it. Atsumu’s eyes began to widen, he didn’t mean to say it out loud. He wanted to bring it up at the right time, but his heart just couldn’t take it. Y’all have talked about it before and decided it just wanted the right time, especially with his career going so well right now. The thought of a mini Tsumu running around wasn’t horrible either.

“Sure.”

“I know we said- wait huh.”

“I said let’s have a baby.”

Turning back to the kittens, you continued to play around with them. Until suddenly you were lifted into the air, the cat toy dropping to the floor. Atsumu was running up the stairs to your bedroom, taking two steps at a time. His enthusiasm and strength were honestly a huge turn-on, you began to slightly rub your thigh together. Tsumu caught on and smacked your ass before throwing you onto the bed. Your chest was heaving in excitement as he grabbed your ankles and pulled you to the end of the bed. Stripping you of your shorts and underwear at the same time. He leaned forward towards your cunt, your eyes automatically rolling in the back of your head, but you didn’t feel anything. Looking down Atsumu was staring at your cunt intensely.

“This pussy will give me a baby.”

You kicked his chest and huffed, “You better fuck this pussy before I pop your balls.”

“Anything for my birthday princess.”

Needless to say, he did just that.

The next day:

#♡ fairytales #♡ after.hours #♡ adaurielle.hq #♡ adaurielle.friends #♡ adaurielle.seraphofthesimps #happy birthday Ryder #I hope you enjoy #Atsumu x reader #haikyuu fanfic

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secondhand-trash · 4 years ago

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(More) Haikyuu boys as dads

Characters: Sawamura Daichi, Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Astumu, Miya Osamu

(Ushijima ver.) | (Yaku ver.) | (Kita ver.)

Sawamura Daichi

wdym “dad”, do you not see his dozen of children?

he has been training for fatherhood since high school, he is ready

the standard good dad

comes home after work each day and gives each of his kids a big hug when they come to greet him by the door

does that thing where he lifts them up and let them sit on his arm, it’s really cute

strict when he needs to be

always manages to let the kids know what they have done wrong and why it is wrong in a way that doesn’t make them feel like they got yelled for nothing

Karasuno trained you well, Daichi

insists on taking the kids for outings every weekend when he doesn’t have patrol because “it is important to make sure the kids get enough fresh air”

his underclassmen is very hyped when they know you are expecting but he refuses to let them visit the first year the kid was born

“I have a strong feeling that they are not going to be a very good influence...”

however, the nursery is decorated with all the weird shit noya excitedly sent from literally everywhere in the world when he caught the news

so maybe they are already influenced

signs those parent-children events at the kid’s sports festival every year

very helpful with setting things up so he is very popular with the other parents

when his kids get a little older, he finds a lot of joy in playing up the “dad who embarrasses his kids” stereotype

always reminding his kids to eat, being picky is not allowed in the Sawamura household

not very good at comforting his kids emotionally, but gives solid good advice

the kids respect their father very much

Bokutou Koutarou

oh boy

no one is more excited about the arrival of the baby than he is

baby clothes shopping, picking the wallpaper for the nursery, building the crib, he is there with you all the way

wants to be a part of every step of their lives, even though it is hard because he is always away

video calls 24/7

(sometimes, you think he misses the kid more than they miss their dad)

always, always reminding himself to be gentle with the child

“Kou, why are you holding them like that?”

“What if I hurt them by squeezing them too tight...”

his child practically grows up watching his dad’s matches

somehow, even when they are throwing a fit, they always stop crying if you put on one of Bokuto’s matches

he is looking like uwu the whole day after you told him about it

“Hey hey hey! It seems like you’re going to grow up to be a great ace too, yeah?”

Child: *giggles*

“Ohhhhhh!!!!”

expert at making kids laugh

owl-themed everything

has a family pic as his lockscreen

shows everyone the kid’s photos

the entire msby team, every worker at the clubhouse, every passerby, every one of his followers on any social media, his entire family, every single one of his old school mates, and everyone’s dog knew when the kid calls him “papa” the first time

he is bit of a big child of his own

you caught him napping with the kid laying on his chest once and the resemblence is uncanny

(you snapped many many pictures of that moment and you take a look at them whenever parenting gets too tiring)

Miya Atsumu

you know

apparently it’s more likely for someone who is a twin to have twins

now, imagine Atsumu walking around with two mini Tsumus

Atsumu is very conflicted about the fact that the kids look so much like him

“It would be cuter if they look more like you though...”

“Miya Atsumu you must be kidding me.”

tries to hide his accent when the kids are just learning how to talk so they won’t be so confused but fails after the third day

as a result, they all got their dad’s thick accent

he had never been more grateful for his own parents because if his kids are like him then he must be such a pain to raise

gets super cocky when he knows that the boys watches his matches

“I’m only watching for uncle shoyo.”

“I like kageyama more."

...

"Tsumu are you ok.”

“No... just... let me calm down for a second...”

(but you know, you know that the kids secretly watch all of the existing video recordings of his plays)

(you feel like it’s better to not let him know until the kids got older though)

(just so he won’t ruin the respect they have for him)

dumb uncle Samu

“Dad, uncle samu said you still wet your bed until you were six is that true?”

“H U H-?????”

he decided that he’ll be supportive no matter what his children wants to do but he nearly cried tears of joy when they said they want to learn how to play volleyball

when the boys got older, they tried to have a Miya twins vs Miya twins match and it was absolute chaos

Miya Osamu

very glad that he doesn’t have twins

he thinks to himself, while looking at his twin getting bullied by his own kids

buys literally every single baby food recipe in the market

taste test everything himself before feeding it to his kid

is torn between keeping the kid out of the kitchen for safety and letting them watch so they can learn to cook soon

Onigiri Miya started serving kids menu after he became a dad

you are convinced that the new menu is so that he will have a valid excuse to keep trying out meals that his own kid will like

“Do you think we should come out with Onigiri Miya kids wear?”

“Samu, you run a restaurant.”

your child is not picky at all

Miya Osamu has one pride and that pride is that no food will taste bad if he is the one who cooked it

his kid always has the nicest bento out of everyone in their class

doesn’t get angry often but is very strict about not wasting food

the child made him breakfast for father’s day and he emitted an aura of sheer happiness the rest of the day

dumb uncle Tsumu

“Dad, uncle tsumu said you used to get sick all the time because you will eat everything and anything is that true?”

“H U H-?????”

the miya cousins are best friends

the dads, however, gets competitive with each other over the most trivial things

“My sons can spike better than you now.”

“Oh yeah? Can they cook as good as mine?”

“What are you saying?”

“Dad-”

“Dad please-”

“You are being embarrassing...”

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #sawamura x reader #sawamura imagine #bokuto imagine #bokuto x reader #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu imagine #miya atsumu x reader #miya astumu imagine

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yuu-kumeii · 2 years ago

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Imagine waking up on your couch, the sun peering through the window and a book in your hand. Discarding the book on the coffee table when you hear light scratching noises coming from your back door, the door that leads to your garden. Smiling to yourself, you know exactly who it is that's so persistent on being let in. Making sure you look presentable, you open the door to see...

Two foxes. Two very identical foxes, sitting at your feet with ears pinned to their heads and eyes glossy in an attempt to look in desperate need of affection. You roll your eyes at their attempt, 'Don't they know they look cute enough as is?'. Cooing at them to come inside, to which they happily oblige, and ushering them to sit on the couch while you try your best to clean up the area first. You can tell your fluffy guests are getting impatient with their repeated whines from the couch, still giving you those impossibly adorable 'sad eyes'. Well, you don't have much of a choice now do you?

"Alright I'm done cleaning, be patient you two" a playful smile on your lips before dropping on the sofa with your arms opened dramatically for them. Your fox companions waste no time in snuggling into your sunken figure, licking at your face because at last you can pay attention to them. You pet both their heads and watch them melt deeper into your embrace. They may not be your foxes, but might as well be with the amount of times you find yourself in this exact predicament. It seems their antics knows no bounds because as soon as you even think about getting up they immediately start pawing at your dress, careful to not damage the garment, in an attempt to make you stay.

"Oh come on you two, I'll be back as soon as I finish making snacks ok?" two pairs of ears perked up at that. Making eye contact with each other, the foxes look back at you excitedly and lunge forward at you in joy. Stumbling back from the soft forces that collided with you, a laugh resonates from you as you struggle to hold both foxes in your arms. Nuzzling against the underside of your chin, happily squealing while your shower them with a train of kisses atop their heads.

Your fox companions agree that coming back to you will never be a bad choice. Even more so when just outside your window, a few more oval pairs of eyes watch the twins in your embrace. Though behind the oval eyes was a figure with ears and a tail, sighing at the antics of his group. Wondering when you'll find out the truth about your odd coloured companions and just how you would react to such a thing...

Inspired by @/dolliedarlin's Miya twins fox drabble

#「★ It's showtime! ★」#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #haikyu x female reader #haikyu x reader #miya twins x reader #atsumu fluff #astumu x reader #osamu fluff #osamu x reader #haikyuu imagines #I've been thinking about this ever since reading the og drabble #I want fluffy companion foxes #Pls send me to a magical cottage where the animals turn into handsome hq men #More of a miya twins fox drabble than a hybrid one #So I guess that means there could be a part 2?

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oiks-milkbread · 2 years ago

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In your enemies to lovers arc with miya atsumu

Pt 2

"At first it was fun, but now it's so annoying" osamu groans, "Why don't they kiss already?" suna scoffs, his eyes in your direction, "so we can move on from whatever this is". This what you would have heard if you weren't too busy arguing with atsumu.

You've never thought that the two of you would have gotten close, since the day he comforted you something changed, your bickering still remained though. It didn't happen quickly, it took some time. At first you just felt shock, then embarrassment and then just confusion. You wanted to talk to him, at least thank him properly and offer him lunch, it was the bare minimum you could do. When you found him he was still in the gym, clearly overworked, his hands not in the best conditions. Of course you stopped him, "Miya-san, your hands", "What are you going to do? Kiss them better? " he smirked. "If you like having a pair of hands shut up and follow me" you just said glaring at him. You carefully took care of his hands, "Why do you have scratches on your face? " you asked slightly worried, "I argued with 'Samu" he simply said, "You manchild " you sighed while disinfecting the scratches, "He started it! ". After that medicating him became part of your routine, in exchange atsumu always brought some snack for you to eat, usually while he walks you home. Even the volleyball team got used to you.

You even got to repay him that famous lunch he offered you, after Inarizaki lost against Karasuno. You just ate in silence, occasionally looking at each other for a second. "It's a little bit late, but I got something for you" he said while walking you home, you looked at him with curiosity, "For what? ", "I didn't get you anything for Christmas" he said while scratching the back of his head, "Neither did I ", "You paid for me, at lunch, it was much more expensive than the konbini stuff ". He took something from his pocket, "Here you go" he smiled. It was a pair of gloves. You smiled back, atsumu always complained about how cold your hands were, he even saved your contact in his phone as miss cold hands, the nickname he called you in front of the konbini. "Thank you, Miya-san" you hugged him, "Stop being so formal " he said while hugging you back. It was meant to be a quick hug, but you stayed like this for a while, trying to express how you felt about the things you didn't talk about.

After that day something changed, but you didn't want to admit it. It hit you while you were medicating atsumu for the millionth time. "What happened this time? " you asked, "Did your brother punch you? " you said while analysing the bruise on his face. "I've got hit by a ball during a match, it was pretty harsh" he said nonchalantly, "Do you need ice? I can pick it for you", "Don't worry, I've got all I need" he said while taking your hand and putting it on the bruise. You stroked his cheek gently, feeling your face warm. You could feel his gaze on your lips, and you were sure he could hear your heart racing.

You were interrupted by the creeking of the door slowly opening. You were greeted by the cold glare of suna, "We have to close the gym", "Y-yeah, sure" you nodded, jumping away from atsumu, "I'll wait for you outside" you said to the blonde, while speedwalking outside of the gym.

Then it followed an awkward phase in which both of you tried to ignore what happened, but it made the situation even worse. So you started bickering about the dumbest thing, getting everytime more unhinged.

"Why am I saved on your phone as fake blonde?" atsumu screams, "Is that what you care about? A stupid nickname?" you scream back, "I saved you with a cute name", "So what? Just grow up" you scoff. He looks at you offended, "Just admit I am right", "Shut up, 'Tsumu", "What are you going to do if I don't?" he smirks, "are yo-". His question is interrupted as you kiss him. You press your lips against his, they're soft and warm. It doesn't take long before he grabs your hips, kissing you back, sending shivers down your spine. You lean back, feeling lightheaded, watching him chase your lips. "Maybe you should make me shut up more often" he says with flushed cheeks, as flushed as yours.

#miya astumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x you #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x you #enemies to lovers #self insert #sfw #haikyuu sfw #haikyuu imagine #hq imagine #mine

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kageyamatobiyogurt · 3 years ago

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haikyuu boys when you jump scare them pt. 2

a/n: here’s my post halloween present hehe and it would’ve been fitting for the month but college is a pain in my ass. anyways, these got kinda long so only 3 characters huhu

includes: miya twins and kuroo

part 1

osamu:

okay so you really could have chosen a safer time to do this but then again, his guard was down

you saw the chance and you took it

he’s cooking, what could go wrong? he’s in his safe zone

there he was, in the kitchen of your lovely home, mixing up some kind of batter that would inevitably become a delicious dessert later

or so he thought

your kitchen had this opening that gave it the view of your living room

this also coincidentally meant that you could sneak underneath that “window” and he’d have no idea

pls this man was just mixing stuff, humming to himself with the intention of feeding YOU

but you had to

he thought that you were in the other room, up until you suddenly popped up and boomed, “”SAMU!”

he didn’t even look at you directly so his fight instinct was unleashed

his eyes got so wide instantly and by some reflex he flung the batter upwards to put his fists up

sadly the batter hits the ceiling and the bowl bonks him on the head on its way down

you’re mean for this

he just stands there, arms crossed and batter dripping down his hair and face

he doesn’t acknowledge it, his eyes are closed and trying to maintain calm

“babe, light of my life, why’dya do that”

you start to feel a little bad but you’re still a little giggly at the sight of him

“‘samu-”

“i was cookin’ for ya, ya know” he says quietly

you approach him, making sure to grab tissues to at least wipe his eyes

“‘m sorry baby, i thought it would be funny,” you explained, “didn’t think this would happen”

he’s pouty as hell but you gotta let him. you grab more tissues to clean everything up but he’s still sweet and doesn’t let you do it by yourself

he bumps you lightly out of the way to climb something to reach the ceiling

“tsk, ya can’t even reach” he mutters

once you wipe up all the batter and makes sure nothing else is sticky, you make him feel better by washing his hair for him <3

plus he takes off his shirt so it’s still a win for you

you set up a whole station in the bathroom, chair, towels, bubbly shampoo and clean him up

he jokingly narrowed his eyes at you but still complied and laid back

even though he was pouty you could tell he relaxed as you ran warm water through his hair and massaged bubbles into his scalp

you got this facial wash that smelled sweet and gently made circling motions on his cheek, his forehead, easing his eyebrows that were knitted together

after you rinse away the facial wash, the shampoo, you put his hair up in a towel, urging him to then sit up so you could pat away water and eventually blow dry it

when you’re done you go, “hm there, all better right?”

“mhm,” he says, lips pursing in a line before he continues, “still don’t know what possessed ya to do that”

he’s still a baby though so his arms that were crossed still open so he can pull you closer to him, letting you stand between his legs

he buries his head in your tummy, murmuring a “yer lucky i liked the massage”

“you forgive me?”

“maybe if ya promise to give me more shampooings”

atsumu:

ah yes, the more chaotic twin (i think)

gosh you prepped for this

you knew he was coming home, but he had no idea that you were already there

you decided to hide under your bed knowing that your boyfriend wouldn’t see you

he took a while to make it to your bedroom, taking a shower sitting down at the edge of your bed

it was perfect

right in front of your face were atsumu’s ankles planted on the floor

you could assume that he was probably scrolling on his phone

testing the waters, you blew very lightly on his ankles, not enough for him to get suspicious

though he did move them, a small shuffle of his feet before resting them on the floor again

deciding that it was now or never, you reached a hand out quickly, grabbing onto his ankle and exclaiming, “gotcha!”

the brief silence you heard must have been atsumu taking a good second to process what tf was happening

then very quickly you heard this dramatic gasp (of course) before his feet shot up and broke free from your grasp

you felt a rumble from the bed above you and then heard a very big THUD from where your feet were

mans really somersaulted backwards on the bed and launched himself off of it PLS

quickly, you crawled out from underneath to check on him

you really put him through seven different emotions in the span of ten seconds omg

his face went from horror to shock to relief before burying his face in his hands

“why would ya do that, ya break my heart sometimes ya know”

holding back laughter, you sat on the floor next to him

“‘tsumuuu,” you say, trying to pull his hands from his face, “it was supposed to be a joke”

he won’t let you pull his hands away lmao, but he just groans underneath them

“‘tsumuuuu!” you try again, “i won’t do it again”

he’s so dramatic he peeks through his fingers and you see one narrow eye

“and how exactly do i know that”

“i promise” you emphasized, squeezing his thigh

“will ya seal it with a kiss”

you chuckle but move to give him a peck

“hmph, that’s not enough” he goes, “ya need ta give more”

he even goes to the extent of crossing his arms and closing his eyes, waiting

you rolled your eyes but complied anyway. not surprising: one more kiss was not enough

kuroo:

it was more of a week’s ordeal to get him

he’s so logical that he doesn’t get paranoid easily

and simply popping out of a closet wouldn’t give you much of a reaction

so you did little things first

you started with shifting different things

maybe you shifted his book from one room to another. when he asked you about it, you feigned ignorance, assuring him that he probably just where he left it. or even if you had touched it, it would just be in your book shelves.

so why was it underneath the bed?

this other time while he was in the bathroom, you shifted his laptop a couple inches on the table it was on

this other day, you took out a couple of the books from the shelf and just splayed in on the floor, knowing he’d come home before you

then one night while he was sleeping, you connected your phone to your speaker in the living room

you played these sounds of big thumps, like someone was slowly stepping heavily outside your room

upon hearing these thumps, kuroo stirs and eventually wakes up (not knowing your phone is hidden under your pillow)

“baby,” he says, gently nudging your “sleeping” figure, “i um, think there might be something in the living room, i’ll go check it out but if i scream call the police”

you act like you’ve just woken up, muttering an “okay” as kuroo rises from the bed

pls he’s still kind of asleep so the weapon he grabs to protect himself is his slipper

after he steps out of your bedroom, you wait a couple seconds (knowing he can’t get near the speaker that fast) and stop the sounds

soon enough, your precious boyfriend walks back in, slumping into your bed, burying himself under the sheets with you

he noticed you were facing away from him on your side so he just spoons you <3

“dunno what it was kitten but i’ll protect you if anything” he murmurs into your shoulder. his breath creates warmth and after a couple seconds he’s passed out again lol

you wait another day to make your next move

it was night time again and kuroo had a long day at work. he wanted to snuggle but fell asleep faster than he wanted to

he was so tired that he didn’t even wake up when you got up from bed an hour later

what you did then was open all the cabinets in the kitchen before crawling back into bed

the next morning kuroo woke up earlier (like usual) and walked into the kitchen unprepared for what was waiting for him

you woke up when you felt him rise, but you decided to walk in after him

you found kuroo standing in front of all the open cabinets

“why’d you open everything?” you asked coyly, pretending to rub sleep out of your eyes

“me?” he asked, “wasn’t this you?”

“tetsu why would i do this?” you countered, “i never even get anything the shelves up there”

“kitten-“ he continues, but you cut him off

“i know you’re just trying to prank me, haha nice try,” you said, sending his mind into even more confusion

you then walked out of the room to get changed for the day, but kuroo just kept standing in front of the cabinets

so this really wasn’t you?

walking away you even turned the thermostat colder to add to things (making sure to put it back to the regular temperature before he noticed)

you made the house temperature fluctuate a bit for a few days

then another night you unintentionally woke up at 3 am but figured you might as well take it as an opportunity

setting the speaker a little lower than the thumps from a few nights ago, you started playing the sounds of a woman crying NSYSHSH

it was just enough so it could be heard from from your room

but kuroo wouldn’t wake up from that alone so you nudged him with your butt, acting like you were just tossing in your sleep

this always tends to wake him up even a little bit because he likes to check on you

“kitten-” he starts, slowly noticing that he could hear something

wait, we’re you upset? in the middle of the night?

blinking away at the darkness, he moved his head closer to you to check if his hearing was right, only to find you asleep like a log (or so he thought)

then a panic within him like he’s never felt began to settle in the pit of his stomach

burglars wouldn’t weep like that… could it be? no way

he tried to reason with himself internally despite the obvious way his heart was thumping

ghosts weren’t real

slowly you felt him get up, noticing that his movements were not as bold as that other night

kuroo slowly walked out of your room, steps quiet as hell in fear of something coming at him

he made it to the hall that brings your room to the living room and you knew you had to get him before he saw the speaker

luckily in his mind filled with fear and the increasing volume of those woman’s sobs, he had no idea you followed behind him

your steps made no sound because you had socks on hehe

and right as he was about to turn the corner you grabbed his arm, just half-yelling “tetsurou!”

gosh you wished you could’ve recorded what happened in the dark

mans yanked his arm from you so fast and with so much force he fell over

like damn no ghost could’ve held onto that 😭🤚🏽

he let out this man yell that bellowed into your hall as you wheezed

upon hearing your giggles his heart rate slowed down, even more so when you turned on the lights

“damn that one moment was worth the whole week!” you laughed, holding onto your stomach

gosh his face looked so done as he bit his lip

“all of those things were you?” you nodded

“baby i think i just lost like five years of my life” he whined, clutching his heart

“gosh you don’t loved me, do you? my heart, kitten, you almost stopped it”

“okay fine it was just that one time,” you say, rolling you eyes, “let’s go back to bed, there’s no ghost”

you pull his arm as you stand up but he just goes limp, the other hand still holding his heart

“you’re gonna have to carry me, my knees are too weak,” he whined

,“tetsu you’re fine,” you replied, trying to tug him to his feet

eventually you do, but he slumps his body weight onto you knowing fully well that you can’t carry his six foot ass

“you should’ve thought of this before scaring your boyfriend like this,” he goes

goodbye it takes you another half an hour to get back to bed with his dramatic ass

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Party For Me

Timeskip Atsumu x F!Reader

Warnings: kissing, alcohol, cursing and degrading (not in a nsfw way) uhhh idk anymore lmk if you find any. (Minors, please don't interact with my work please.)

summary: When Atsumu is in a desperate need to get his ex back, he goes to desperate lengths to try and accomplish that. When he reached rock bottom of his plan, he decides he needs his best friend in order to accomplish it.

He needs you.

(a/n: uhhh this was suppose to be a drabble lmao)

Crossposted here

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When you finally get there, the air feels as if it has left your body in full.

You couldn’t breathe.

You find yourself catching your breath the moment you reach the top of your best friend's apartment. The worry flows through your body as you think of the text you just got, emphasizing an emergency and how you had to be there as soon as possible. You apologize to your boss and promise to work on the project at home, that you will make the deadline, but you had an emergency to tend to.

You bang on the door in front of you, seeing a collected Osamu answer the door, “You’re here!”

“I – what? What's wrong? You said there was an emergency? Are you guys okay?” You ask while barging in, taking off your jacket and tossing it on the leather couch.

“Yeah. We do. Tsumu’s gone crazy!”

Your lips thinned, only returning a deadpan stare to the twin who continues to give you a blank look. If it was known Osamu has gone crazy, well, you would be at least a little alarmed but compared to hearing Atsumu has gone crazy; His entire essence is crazy, so you’re not sure whether to worry that he’s acted out of line, or frustrated that they called you out of work for something…..stupid.

Osamu points his lips in the direction of his brother's bedroom. You nod in response, not prepared for what was going to come when you opened the door.

Atsumu was sitting on the ground, different colored candles surrounding him, a notebook, and cards sprawled around him. You looked a bit to the right, seeing his laptop up with a video playing loud meditation music.

He snaps his head up, looking directly at you. And for a few moments you two just stare at each other, his mouth agape as your eyebrows twitch at what you’ve just witnessed. You take a deep breath, blinking a few times before slowly shutting the door — allowing Atsumu to continue….whatever it was he was doing.

You go down the hall, seeing a relaxed Osamu sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, not realizing that you walked into the room. You take a pillow from the sofa chair adjacent to him, not hesitating to hit him across the head with it.

“This…is…what….I left for work!” you spat at him in between hits. He quickly grabs the pillow at the last hit, throwing it to the side.

“Ow, rude!.” he said, holding on to your wrist as you tried to swing on him. “And yes! I told you he’s crazy! He’s trying to…I don’t even know, summon a demon girlfriend or whatever —“

“I’m not!” Atsumu huffed, making his way to the scene. He crossed his arms, looking down as if he'd gotten caught misbehaving. “I’m trying to manifest a date!”

“You were watching those….those weird videos! and that weird…creepy music!”

“It was a 369 hz frequency and it’s not weird, it brings positive energy!” Atsumu defends, a distinct frown formed on his face.

The boys continue to bicker with one another, your eyes twitching as you just watch them, forgetting you were there. Forgetting that you left your job, with deadlines and a boss who only tolerates you, for something so stupid.

Bringing your hands to your temple, rubbing slow circles, you huff — shoving past them and grabbing your jacket.

“Wait! Where ya going? I need ya!”

“I left work.” You said between gritted teeth. “You said there was an emergency.”

Osamu opens his mouth to speak, but you quickly shut him down, “Your brother doing some spiritual stuff that he probably only learned through watching youtube videos, not even exactly knowing what it is he is doing by the looks of it, is not an emergency nor my problem.”

As you reached for the door, you were pulled into someone’s chest — looking up seeing Atsumu looking down at you with a grin.

“Ya said I dunno what I’m doing, but I think it just worked.”

You try shoving him off of you, determined to escape his grasp but all he did was lightly tighten his grip, “I – what? Bro, let me go. I am going back to work.”

“No, you’re gonna get ready with me to go to the gala! I need you as my date!”

“All you need to do is go through your dm’s or whatever, let me go.”

“No, no, no. I need you! Sayaka is gonna be there and I just need — please, I’m desperate.”

Ah, there it was.

Sayaka was Atsumu’s ex, you spent months over at his apartment, him crying and venting to you, you remember the shock you felt when he admitted for the first time in his life — he felt he wasn’t good enough. He admitted to you that she hated you, nearly begged him to cut you off and that’s when the relationship went downhill for him.

“Ya know how she always felt about ya! This will…this’ll do it! Please, it has to be you!”

You want to tell him this isn’t healthy. You want to tell him that he needs to heal properly, and if he needs to speak to her to do so, then he needs to do it without you. You want to tell him that trying to use a fake date to get an ex back in itself is dumb. But when he looks down to you, with his eyes doe-eyed look, slightly pouty lips, and desperation written all over his face — you frown, muttering a “fine” while moving past him, setting down your stuff once again, this time taking out your laptop while plopping yourself onto his couch.

You look up seeing the two boys look at you, grinning because they knew they would win you over, as they usually did. “Just let me finish this work. And I’ll get ready for your little thing.”

“And you said it wasn’t your — ouch, hey!” Before Osamu could even think of finishing that sentence, you threw a pillow at him once again, full force — making sure to wipe that smirk off his face.

Your reflection surprises you.

It’s not that you’ve never gotten dressed up before or haven’t been to your own handful of special events, but it has been a while. You’d be lying if you didn’t say you weren’t impressed with what you pulled off, you would buy yourself a drink if you could. Your closet was full of clothing you haven’t touched in months, dedicating your time to work and sleep, but once Atsumu emphasized how important the event was (and how important it was to make his model ex jealous), you knew exactly what you were going to wear.

The first thing you grabbed were your dangling diamond earrings, deciding on not wearing a necklace because it would take away from the dress. It was black with a deep V neckline, any necklace placed on it would make it flashier than it was, and take away the attention to your chest. The dress was maxi length with a double slit, long sleeves, silver wrap up heels, deciding on a soft glam makeup look.

“I look so good.” You said to yourself, admiring the pictures you spent nearly thirty minutes taking.

When you first see Atsumu, you almost forget this man is the same annoying, obnoxious, and slightly rude man you know. You haven’t seen him dressed up outside of his usual athletic or casual wear, seeing him in his dark, neat suit (you weren’t even aware he knew an iron existed), his tie laid neatly on his neck.

When Atsumu first sees you, he lets out a whistle while eyeing you up and down. You try not to let it get to you, rolling your eyes towards him.

“Shut up, it’s not like you’ve never seen me dressed up before.”

“Your old work lady outfits and basic jeans and crop top at a bar are no match for this look. I might just keep ya at home, ya look better than me!”

“I look better than you even in my old lady and basic outfits combined. All you wear are gross, sweaty gym shorts.” You stick your tongue out at him, his fingers flicking them back into your mouth. “Gross, don’t touch my tongue you weirdo.”

“I’m the weirdo but you stuck it out! And I don’t just wear gym shorts! I’ve worn this suit before, do you not check my instagram?”

You bring your hand to your face, holding onto your chin and looking up at nothing as if you were deep in thought, “Do I even follow you on instagram?”

Atsumu gasps in response, whining trying to get you to confess you were just kidding. You laughed at his childish reaction, grabbing his hand and tugging him out of your apartment, leading the way to his car so you guys could finally get to the place.

You don’t feel Atsumu’s body heat up at your touch, or how his gaze traces the outline of your back in the dress, seeing your legs lead up to where the slit of your dress begins. He lightly squeezes your hand, spinning you to turn so you can face him. His hands make their way to your waist, studying your figure, your features, studying you. He loses his breath for a second, seeing you look up to him, your eyelashes fluttering, the slight (although confused) grin on your face, how plump your lips look with the lipgloss you were wearing.

“I wanna – ah, thank you. For um, doing this. It means a lot to me. I owe you one, really.”

“Yeah” You agree, “When you get your girl back, I think I deserve all the credit at your wedding.”

Atsumu hums in response, eyes softening as you lightly laugh at your own joke. You pulled away from his grasp, removing your hand while heading out. And he just stares at you, his stomach turning at the thought that maybe Sayaka wasn’t the one he wanted to win over tonight.

When you arrive at the place, you feel completely out of place. Hanging onto Atsumu, constantly contemplating on ditching him whenever he introduces you to people you’ve never heard of. You weren’t insecure, by far, even outside of this elegant outfit and amazing makeup, your confidence still stands the same. But you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit that you were slightly intimidated by the names that were in the same space as you. You couldn't name anyone if you tried, the only person you slightly recognized was some guy from a sportswear commercial. Yet they all held some sort of aura that you didn’t have, they knew they belonged here. You were just a guest in their little world, here to play a role.

You slightly jump when you feel Atsumu’s hand go lower, almost opting to shove him off before you caught where he was looking. Following his vision, you see Sayaka, looking as radiant as ever. She made your fashion nova dress look…..exactly like that, a dress you could only afford from a fast fashion brand because you couldn’t even think of looking at anything designer with your budget. Her makeup was natural, glowy, she didn’t need to go to the lengths you did to get the airbrushed skin she naturally possessed. Her smile was soft, feminine, nothing about her was loud, crude, or uptight – as you were often described.

Her bright blue eyes finally caught his, she gave a small wave, her cheeks forming a slight pink tint to them. Her eyes followed his hand, the one placed onto your back, if you looked closely enough you could see her smile falter a bit, but she quickly covered it with a closed mouth one. Atsumu’s grip on you loosened.

You felt so small.

It was awkward to say the least, standing there just watching the two communicate with one another with their eyes, finally deciding to step to the side, finally catching his attention, his head snapping towards your direction with a raised eyebrow.

“Gonna go to the bar.” You patted his back with a closed-eye smile, “Go get your girl.”

You leave, sneaking a thumbs up before leaving him to go approach the girl he came here for.

You’re three shots in, taking them alone, just having ordered a mojito for yourself as you avoid the small talk with the bartender because all he has been doing is trying to find out exactly who you were.

“I’m a big fan of sports. What do you play?”

“Oh, you don’t? What company are you with?”

You almost consider lying to him – almost, but you figure it’s best not to lie at an event with big names, even if you didn’t know who they were, you’d hate to see your name end up on some gossip page or all over twitter.

At first, you don’t notice someone sliding next to you, not until he brings his cup up to yours, expecting to clank your drinks together for a cheer. You raise your eyebrow at him, lifting your cup and clanking it against his, taking a sip as you two share a glance with one another.

“So, why’re you alone?” The stranger asks. You eye him up and down, his dark tailored suit fitting him nicely, emphasizing the defined muscles he had under them. He had tanned bronze skin, emerald green eyes, and a mesmerizing smile.

“I’ll answer if you do.”

“I asked first.”

You blink at him, bringing the drink to your lips, ignoring his question as the alcohol trails down your neck. It was petty, but it brought a laugh out of him.

“I’m Kyo.” He replied, he let his hand out for you to shake.

You introduce yourself, returning the look he gave you as you softly shook his hand.

Kyo is good company, good enough to finally allow you to release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding the entire time, making you comfortable with his presence alone.

You find out he’s a baseball player, just starting out but making a big name for himself already – big enough to want to hide from the reporters and companies here trying to get him to agree to sponsorship deals with him. He would let you know how naive he was, his manager promising this event was just for show. To just show up, look good, smile for the camera and enjoy his face day off, but that was just a trick to get him to do the thing he loathed most – work. The networking, the commercials, the online sponsorships, the trying to keep your name relevant to the tabloids without creating scandals, he hated it all. When he was younger, he thought being an athlete would be playing the sport, and going home to his bed that was too comfortable for its own good.

He soon becomes just as invested when it comes to you and your life. You explain what you did, nothing major. Just as an editorial assistant to a literary company. Admitting that at first you wanted to be a teacher, until the student teaching showed you the harsh reality that did not match the pay you believed educators deserved.

You two share another drink, he offers to pay as you two get comfortable with one another, moving your bodies closer, his face getting closer to your ear as it gets too loud to actually hear each other.

“So –” Kyo hiccuped, wrapping his arm around you, “Editorial assistant…some company..you here for a story?”

“No, nuthin’ like that.” You slur out, the alcohol finally catching up to your body. Your body heated up and cheeks flushed as you began to giggle at nothing. “Here ona date, but like, not a real date, no.” You note how he hums, taking another sip of his drink, about to take his arm off your shoulder – already beginning to apologize until you grab his hand, preventing him from moving.

“I’m single though. Completely single, like, really, really single.”

“Oh, really single?” He chuckles, leaning against you as much as he could. His eyes drift to your lips, your heated cheats, glossy dazed eyes, when he first saw you, he thought you were pretty, but like this…you were breathtaking.

You two sit like that for a moment, just looking at each other, both anticipating who was going to move first, and what exactly you were waiting for.

He was handsome, athletic, funny, and made you feel like a woman, and it’s been a while since a man has been able to make you feel anything. You scan his body, imagining a visual of how defined he would be under the suit, how he was probably so strong he could crush you, how much you feel you want him to.

Whether you were drunk on the drinks, or drunk on Kyo’s gaze at you, you didn't care. You just wanted to feel his lips on you. You wanted him to make you feel what you’ve been missing for ages. You decide, fuck it; slowly leaning your head towards him.

And then, you hear an over exaggerated cough from behind you, and a rough tap on your shoulder. “Am I interrupting something?”

You turn, slowly, looking up with heavy lidded eyes, a small grin forming on your face – happy to see your best friend make his way back to you, excited to introduce him to the man you’ve just met.

But Atsumu didn’t share the same enthusiasm as you in the moment, he looked down at you, arms crossed, lips thinned, eyes wide as they would flick between the two of you.

“Oh. Oh shit, Miya is the friend you came with?” Kyo chuckles out, he gets up, straightening himself out as he takes his hand out for a handshake – the same way he did for you.

Atsumu just stares at the hand, taking his own and using it to prop you up aggressively, choosing to ignore the man you were about to kiss. You giggle as you stumble, falling to his chest, the room is spinning and everything feels like a ride to you.

“Nice to meet ya. We gotta go, emergency with my brother.” He said between gritted teeth, holding back his tongue with what he really wanted to say.

You turn your head to him, a sloppy smile forming on your lips, “Did ya win your wife back? I came here as a wingman. I’m the best person ever, like really.” You announce, turning yourself back to Kyo, bragging about the accomplishment you felt you had.

“Y’know what else would make you the best person?” He dug through his pants pocket sloppily, pulling out his phone and shoving it into your face, “Gimmie your number, then you’re really the best.”

Atsumu looks at the exchange, his jaw slightly dropping.

Here you were, in his arms, putting your number in a man's phone. And not just any man, Atsumu knew who Kyo was, the newest face in the Gala, the baseball prodigy, the man who has twitter freaking out the moment he posts a selfie. As you finish giving your number and sharing a few flirty exchanges, you are dragged out, Atsumu muttering a goodbye as he makes his way out of the building.

The next morning, Atsumu goes into his room to check on you, he chose to sleep in the living room the night before. Your drunken state was a lot to deal with, trying to wash your fash almost ended in you two wrestling, claiming he was doing it wrong. Changing you into his shirt was a mission, because all you did was whine, saying how pretty you were in the dress and you didn’t want to stop looking like a princess.

Any other night he would have agreed, but he didn’t have the energy to entertain your drunken state.

He usually doesn’t mind sharing a bed with you, it was never awkward between you two and nothing ever happened, considering neither of you saw each other that way. But last night, as he prepared to go to bed beside you, all you kept talking about was Kyo.

Kyo. Kyo. Kyo.

How he was so cool. He was so nice keeping you company while you were alone. How you couldn’t wait for him to text you the next day. It annoyed him so much, while you were falling asleep mid-sentence, he brought his pillow and a personal blanket to the couch and decided to just fall asleep there.

You were still knocked out, one arm hanging out of the bed, face down, your mouth slightly open as a bit of drool fell from your lips. The sight normally would have made him laugh, would have made him reach for his phone in an instant to take a photo and embarrass you with it.

But this wasn’t a normal morning, because for the first time, Atsumu was pissed at you.

And when your phone went off, all it did was add fuel to the fire, seeing a text message from an unsaved number saved onto your phone.

‘Hey! It’s Kyo. It was nice to meet you. Let's go for lunch one day!’

Atsumu glared at the screen, his stomach swooping and becoming dizzy at the sight. The stupid smiling emoji staring back at him, mocking him. He eyes the phone, the emoji, he knows if you knew you even knew he opened your phone he’d be in deep shit. He knew if he deleted the message to prevent you from seeing, he’d be a dead man, but he couldn’t stop himself from doing so anyways.

When he sees you shuffling, he tosses your phone back in the bed, standing frozen in place, not knowing where to go but realizing it was too late when you spotted him anyways. You groan, lifting yourself up, rubbing your head in annoyance. Waking up hungover was never your favorite thing, it was why you often avoided drinking.

“Hey.” You let out, blinking at him, trying to get used to the bright light of the room. “I’m literally dying.”

“Yeah.” He responds, handing you the water bottle and tablets of Advil he brought for you.

You squint your eyes as you accept them, staring at him suspiciously as he continues to stare at you with a stoic expression on his face. You continue to keep eye contact with him as you drink the water, swallowing the pill. “Did something happen? I’m going to be honest, I don’t remember much. Sorry if it didn’t work out.”

“Sorry it didn’t work out? That’s why you’re sorry? Not for almost kissing a stranger as my date and then giving him your number in front of me?” He spat at you, giving you a glare that you weren’t at all familiar with.

“I – what? Why’re you shouting at me?”

“Because you fucking embarrassed me, y/n! You were my date, and then you run off about to suck faces with the hottest athlete right now! Do you know how that makes me look? My date going around behind my back, about to kiss a stranger like…like some..I dunno, like some slut!”

Time didn’t exist at that moment. One second, you’re laying in his bed, trying to survive the head and body ache you were experiencing. The next, you’re in front of him, your hand burning after it coming in contact with his now red face – chest heaving as you stare at him with a blank face.

Atsumu’s eyes are wide, looking at the ground. He couldn't believe you just slapped him. He couldn't believe what he just said. He then feels your weak fists, hitting him in the chest, cursing at him, finally looking at you seeing small tears fall down your face. He grabs hold of your wrist, stopping the action.

“Fuck you! I went for you! I did my part for you, excuse me for socializing while you were trying to get your ex back!” You sniffled, trying to fight off his grip to continue hitting him. “I’m not...I’m not a slut! I didn’t do anything wrong!”

And you were right. Everything coming out of your mouth was logical, you did your part. You weren’t his real date, a decoy at most. And to be fair, it wasn’t until later that night he decided that it wasn’t her she wanted.

But right now he didn’t have time for logic, because right now, his emotions were raging, “My date was about to kiss someone else, that’s not wrong?”

“I wasn’t your real fucking date! I went for you to try to get your lying, cheating, manipulating ex back! Do you know why she fucking left you? Because it wasn’t just cus you wouldn't cut me off. I know she’s not intimidated by me, but it was because she couldn't control you. I was the first experience she had where you said no, when she learned she coudln’t fuck with your head anymore, she didn’t want you anymore! And you were the only one that was too fucking stupid to realize it!”

Finally, all the things you’ve been holding inside you came to light. You knew what was going on, but it wasn’t your place, and telling Atsumu these things wasn’t going to help him move on, but at this point you didn’t care. You just wanted him to hurt, you wanted him to regret calling you out your name, regret bringing you to the gala if all he was going to do was insult you for it.

You stare up at him, seeing him attentively glare at you, waiting for what was to come next. “Just because your stupid fucking plan didn’t work doesn’t mean you can take it out on me. Doesn’t mean you can come interrupt me having a good time. I’m a grown ass woman Atsumu, I can kiss whoever the fuck I want.”

“Oh yeah? You can just go around, kissin’ whoever?”

“Yeah, it’s none of your fucking business what I –”

Atsumu’s hand grabs the back of your head, slamming his lips onto yours. The kiss is sloppy, almost awkward. He pulls you against him tightly, keeping you in his hold, afraid to let you go in the moment.

When he pulls away, he’s panting, eyes watering along with yours. He can’t help but smirk at your expression, confused, flushed, and looking up at him as if he’s the only man in the world.

“You’re fucking crazy.” You whisper out. He hums in response, taking his thumb and tracing your bottom lip, about to bring his head back down to continue what he’s started, but you move your head to the side. “I’m not a rebound Atsumu. We can just pretend that –”

He cuts you off again, this time with a groan as he embraces you. “If I’m crazy, then you’re stupid. You’re not a rebound. I don’t want her.”

“You’re a liar. I literally went with you to win her over, which was stupid.”

“Okay, I did. But I was heart broken for almost a year. But I don’t know, somewhere within that year…You…and then when I saw you..when I got you as my date…It felt..good but then I saw you with…”

“With Kyo?” You whisper, he could feel you smile against his chest. He pulls your hair from the back of your head, leaning it back so he can look you in the eye.

“You must want to die.” He jokes dryly.

You didn’t know what to say, opting to let your body talk for you, catching his lips with yours. This time – it’s not sloppy. Your body in synch, he stumbles forward to where you fall onto the bed, your body landing on the soft mattress below you. He pins you down, keeping you between his arms, your lips parting against one another.

He lifts his head up, sharing the same soft glance he gave you the moment he saw you the night before, he brings his lips to your nose, pecking it and then peppering the rest of your face with soft, wet, kisses.

“You know what this means?”

“Hm?” You hummed, moving your neck to the side to give him more exposure to it.

“My manifestation ritual totally worked.”

You then kick him off of you, causing him to groan as his body hits the ground. “Just because you’re my boyfriend now doesn’t mean I’m just gonna let you get away with being annoying.” You mutter, getting up and heading to his kitchen, your empty stomach finally catching up to you.

Atsumu perks up from the spot on the ground he fell on, a pout on his lips, “Hey! I’m not annoy – wait, boyfriend?”

He waits one second, two, and then ten for you to respond. To see if his ears are playing games, to see if you were just fucking with him.

You gave him no response.

“Y/n!!! You can’t just say that and ignore me!” He whines, running to the kitchen and wrapping you around his arms. “If it was a joke, now it’s not. I’m your boyfriend.”

You roll your eyes, pecking his lips before you attempt to shove him off of you, and failing as his grip on your tightens.

Because now, you’re his.

You always have been

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bellabean24 · 2 years ago

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Key:✩NSFW | 𖨆𖨆Angst | ♡Fluff

Karasuno

Sawamura Daichi

Sugawara Kōshi

Short Stories

The man with the candle ✩

Azumane Asahi

Nishinoya Yū

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

Kageyama Tobio

Hinata Shōyō

Tsukishima Kei

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You look better when you’re crying ✩

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Shimizu Kiyoko

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Morisuke Yaku

Taketora Yamamoto

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Aoba Johsai

Tōru Oikawa

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Takahiro Hanamaki

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Kentarō Kyōtani

Date Tech

Yasushi Kamasaki

Takanobu Aone

Kenji Futakuchi

Kanji Koganegawa

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Yūji Terushima

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Kiyoomi Sakusa

Motoya Komori

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Atsumu Miya

Osamu Miya

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mommy-imagines · 4 years ago

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Pretty Boy - part. 1

Content: Sub!Atsumu. Corruption Kink. Dacryphilia. Small Penis. Premature Ejaculation. Pegging. Slight Feminization. Praise Kink. Mommy Kink. MILF. Sugar Mommy. Mentions of Atsumu in Lingerie. Aftercare.

Words: 2.994

Dedicated to @tobios-housewife for making me fall in love with baby 'Tsumu!

The two of them met at a fundraiser. Atsumu had to attend because the Jackals were required to make an appearance, it was good for their image, their PR had said. She had attended because it was her company, the one responsible for the whole event and, as CEO, her presence was the most expected of the evening.

So they had talked; Atsumu, at first, felt smug at being the one to catch the undivided attention of the older woman who, clearly, was a very important and very influential person. As the evening went on however, that feeling slowly gave way to awe; She had people coming over to her table at all times, asking for a moment of her time or, perhaps, a dance; She never even glanced in their direction, eyes firmly planted on the tall blond in front of her, paying attention to his every word, asking questions about his life and it left Atsumu feeling, for the first time in a long time, like what he had to say mattered. Her face never got that patronizing expression that he had gotten used to being on the receiving end of. She didn’t look at him like he was dumb or in over his head. She listened to him.

She could tell from the moment that the volleyball player started to talk that he was making an effort. He had a lazy grin in place and big, round eyes. Still, as he talked she could pick up on the fact that he seemed to be holding back, as if being afraid that if he rambled a little bit, she would cut the conversation short. But she never did that and, slowly, the boy in front of her, because even if he was in his mid-twenties, to her - who was ten years older than him, he was still a boy - Atsumu, the real Atsumu, made an appearance. And it was as endearing as it was hot. He reminded her of an excited little boy, mouth running a mile a minute with the most interesting topics.

The evening ended with the two of them stumbling inside her Estate. She caught the slack-jawed expression of disbelieving that crossed his face as he took in the imported rugs and curtains, the dramatic chandeliers and expensive, exclusive art on the walls. It brought a smirk to her face.

She guided him to her bedroom, refrained from offering him a drink to prevent him from being unable to discern the following events, “Come here,” She called him softly when he seemed to be rooted to the spot near the large window overlooking the grounds. Atsumu went. She discarded his bowtie, as well as his jacket, his crisp white shirt and his slacks, until he was standing in front of her in nothing but plain black underwear. As she assessed his strong thighs and round butt, she had the passing thought that he would look breathtaking in silk pink panties, maybe the ones with white ruffles. Her hand reached for his cheek, not a hint of a stubble, she leaned forward and kissed him firmly on the lips, “Are you going to be a good boy for me tonight, Atsumu?” She asked, voice a mere whisper against his lips.

She waited one, two, three seconds, and then he was nodding quickly. She chuckled lowly, and looked up at him. In her high heeled stilettos she was almost at eye level with him and she planned on keeping it that way. It didn’t escape her notice and neither did it escape Atsumu, the power dynamic of him being practically naked while she was still fully dressed, decked in couture and priceless diamonds, “Alright then, baby,” She almost purred, the endearment falling from her lips easily, it was the perfect fit for the blonde in front of her. For as tall and muscled as he was, the way he looked at her, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed from the faintest touch, as if seeking guidance, a steady hand and discipline. She was going to have so much fun with him, “Lay down on the bed.” She instructed and he went, fucking obedient, looking up at her as if saying ‘See? I did as you told me to. I’m behaving’.

She walked slowly to the foot of the bed, deftly unzipped her red dress and let it pool at her feet. She felt a rush as she took notice of his audible gulp and low swear under his breath as he took in her half-naked body. She let him bask on the view for a few seconds, her black, lace and silk lingerie doing very little to conceal her lean curves. She kneeled on the bed, leaning over him, straddling his hips, they bucked up to meet her as she settled over him and she chuckled once more.

She noticed that his black underwear was wet underneath her. She kissed him languidly, taking her time on taking him apart. When she heard his low whine, and felt his hips thrusting up against her again, she knew that she had him exactly where she wanted him to be. She separated their lips and kissed a path along his cheek until she reached his ear, “Baby,” She breathed, hot and heavy, “Have you ever been fucked?” She asked and she felt his body locking below her as he became perfectly still. She lifted her face to look down at him, his eyes were wide and he seemed at a loss. She offered him a gentle smile, “I bet you’d look so pretty all stretched out around my cock, mhm?” She murmured, voice alluring. Her hand drifted down his defined torso, she was close to reaching his cock when he suddenly grasped her wrist, “Wait!”

She was confused, “Is everything alright?” Atsumu looked up at her, eyes big and scared and tearful. She frowned harder, “Baby, do you want to stop? We can stop if you’re not comfortable,” She was faced with him sharply shaking his head.

“I don’t want to stop,” He told her, but his voice was small, “But you might once you see that,” He pointed shamefully down at his crotch and it took a moment for her to fully comprehend the meaning behind his words. Her eyes widened just a tad as she assessed his underwear and, sure enough, the front had a large wet spot to it, but no bulge at all. She inwardly smirked at full force, could this boy be any more perfect?

She pressed her hand firmly over his tiny bulge before sneaking well manicured fingers under his underwear, hand meeting hot, delicate flesh. Two of her fingers were enough to wrap around it entirely and she leaned down to nip his bottom lip. Atsumu moaned prettily at her, “Such a perfect boy, aren’t you? A pretty boy, with a pretty little cock to match him,” She mumbled against his lips and Atsumu whimpered, “What do you say, baby? Will you be my perfect boy and let me fuck you tonight?” She posed it as a question.

It took him a few seconds, gentle coaxing and lewd strokes of her fingers, but finally he gave her an answer, “I want to- ah” He stopped short when she gave a particularly hard tug, “Want to be yer good boy,” He gasped, she was delighted to see the heavy blush high on his cheeks.

It was her favorite part of these types of encounters. The clear embarrassment was plain as day once they gave up on fighting the urge to submit to her. Granted, Atsumu gave in quickly and she rewarded him with a long kiss. She had a feeling that Atsumu was the kind of boy who needed reassurance. She usually wasn’t such a gentle dom, usually she never excused attitude and had little patience for hesitance and green subs. But something about Atsumu made her not mind a single bit to let her nurturing side come out to play. It had been years since the last time a sub had made her feel such urges.

“Alright, good boy; I’m proud of you for using your words,” She told him and could see him preening at the praise. She stretched out to the bedside table and came back with a bottle of lube. With one last kiss to his mouth and a stroke of his bleached locks, she kissed a path down his abdomen, relishing on the well defined muscles. Her nails scratched lightly down his sides and she gave a playful little bite to the sharp corner of his hipbone as she prepared to lower his underwear. She looked up at him and he seemed nervous, she kept her eyes locked with his hazel ones as she undressed him from his last piece of clothing. If anything, his blush intensified as he closely observed her taking everything in. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the base of his little cock, it couldn’t be more than two inches long. His hips stuttered again, “Such a pretty little cock my baby has,” She told him again, fingers already slick with lube and circling his hole, “But then again, maybe cock is not the right word to describe it, don’t you think?” Her voice turned teasing, but not much. His eyes were watching her keenly, “Relax, baby,” She murmured when she felt his body turning stiff, he took a breath and only then did she manage to enter him, her finger reaching deep inside him and coming back out, she kept the motion until she was up to three fingers and curling them just enough to touch that spot inside of him that made him moan loudly.

She looked at his crotch again, there was a pool of precum on his stomach already. She was hit with the realization that he would most likely cum at any moment now and smirked again, this boy was truly something else, “Are you going to cum already, baby?” She asked as she curled her fingers again, he whimpered, “It’s alright if you do, you know? Some boys just can’t control themselves with things like that,” She took it a step further than she usually did in first encounters, “That’s why little boys have their Mommies to take care of them, isn’t that right?” She cooed at him as her lips met his. Atsumu’s eyes were wide again, but she caught the way that his pupils dilated that much more. “Maybe you need Mommy to help you? Maybe if Mommy touched your little clit,” She proposed and her fingers stroked his slit as she would stroke a clit.

Atsumu moaned lowly, “If you want to make cummies, you have to say the right words, baby,” She advised and saw his resolve crumbling.

“Please,” He said and she quirked an eyebrow, fingers massaging his prostate and the head of his tiny cock simultaneously, he inhaled sharply, “Please, Mommy,” His voice was rushed, “I need Mommy to help me,”

“What do you need Mommy to do? How can Mommy help you?” She prodded.

Atsumu’s face was bright red and his hair was sticking to his forehead, “Need Mommy to touch my-” He cut off suddenly, as if saying those last few words was his limit. She knew better, though. She leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth, jabbed her fingers sharply against his prostate, “My little clit;” He gasped, “Need Mommy to touch my little clit so I can make cummies,”

Well, how could she deny such a pretty request? She stroked him until he came, and as he came down from his high, she got up from the bed, coming back with her strap already fastened around her hips, “Are you ready?” She asked him and he breathed heavily as he nodded at her, his eyes had a look of pure, unadulterated trust. It made something inside of her clench, not painfully, oddly enough.

She kneeled on the bed, brought close a pillow and slid it under his hips, she reached to his right leg and wrapped it around her waist. She leaned down until her lips were hovering over his own and just as she kissed him, she entered him in one quick and sharp thrust.

She swallowed the pretty sounds that he made - Airy moans and aborted whimpers. Her hands caressed his shoulders and down his biceps until she reached his wrists, bringing them up over his head and crossing them, holding them there with a firm hand. Her lips kissed down his cheeks, wet with his tears and that made her release a moan of her own, her hips snapping faster inside of him, grateful beyond words for the strap she chose to wear being double ended. She kissed his tears away, one hand holding his wrists firmly above his head and the other roaming his torso, “Such a good boy, fuck-” She panted as she noticed his hips moving to meet her thrusts, “Such a pretty boy, too; So pretty getting fucked, aren’t you?”

She was surprised to get an answer, “Thank you, Mommy,” He gasped as an answer. Somehow, in the middle of getting fucked, Atsumu Miya found it in himself a way to sound bashful. She smiled down at him, hips slowing before snapping harder than before.

“And a polite boy, too,” Her hips moved sharply, hitting his spot with every other thrust, she was on the verge of tumbling over the edge when his body arched up to meet hers.

“Mommy, can I-” His phrase was interrupted when he moaned deep inside his throat, “Can I cum? Please?”

She had to force herself to have some fucking restraint. Who the fucking hell was this boy? Subbing for the first time, as far as she could tell. Thanking her and asking her for permission? She had to be careful, she didn’t think that she could bring herself to let him go, “Of course you can, baby. Go on.” She urged and not a second later his tiny cock was spurting thin white ropes all over his chest. She followed him not long after.

As soon as she caught her breath she started to move. Smiling to herself at his whine when she slid out of him. She discarded the strap and took off her heels and the remaining pieces of her lingerie - her stockings, the garter belt, her bra. She padded to the adjoined bathroom and cleaned herself up, walking back inside the bedroom with a warm flannel to wipe him down. She pressed a kiss to his forehead as his eyes fluttered open to gaze lazily at her and laid down beside him after slipping on a silk camisole. He instantly snuggled up to her and, as it had become the rule of her evening, she felt herself doing another thing that she never did. She brought him even closer to her body, arms firmly wrapped around his strong shoulders.

Something about this boy was tugging at all of her heartstrings and she found herself not minding a single bit.

/*/

“Alright, who the hell is she?” Atsumu feigned confusion as Bokuto and Hinata looked at him with interest.

“What are you on about?” He asked, hoping to god that his face wouldn’t betray him.

He had been going out, officially, with her, with Mommy, ever since that night. The morning after he woke up to an empty bed and felt his heart sink to his stomach. But there was a note on the pillow next to him with instructions to put on the robe she had left for him and meet her downstairs for breakfast. He went, if only a little reluctant, feet padding down the large staircase, not making a sound as they hit the heated black italian marble. He got distracted more than once by the sheer amount of wealth that her Estate oozed.

The robe he was wrapped in was soft like nothing he had ever owned and he got lost inside the maze of hallways until he bumped into a girl that was probably nineteen, dressed in a maid uniform. She had squeaked and blushed brightly, apologizing profusely for disrupting him, before guiding him to a formal dining room that, much as the rest of the house, looked expensive and luxurious. They had talked over the most delicious breakfast that Atsumu had ever tasted and, once Atsumu managed to find within himself to look her in the eye, had decided on going out on a date.

That had been a month and a half ago.

He was saved from having to answer when they were all called to the center of the court and Atsumu’s eyebrows shot up as he took in the presence of the team’s executives, all dressed in suits and looking painfully out of place, “Alright, we have someone important coming in today. She is a new sponsor for the team and is putting in a lot of money, so put on a show, because she wants to watch part of the practice and introduce herself, she should be getting here at any moment.”

As if on cue, they all heard the clicking sound of high heels knocking on the floor sharply. Atsumu traded a look with Omi and Bokuto when the executives scrambled to stand up straight, lips tugging up in amusement.

His amusement was short lived, however, when he caught sight of the new sponsor. Sure enough, standing in front of him, dressed in sharp Yves Saint Laurent couture, with dark red lips and perfectly done hair, was Mommy.

But Atsumu was pretty sure that he was not supposed to call her that at the moment. His cheeks instantly flared hot when he caught her eye and she winked at him.

“Fuck, hot MILF, huh ‘Tsumu?” He heard from his right side and turned sharply to look at Bokuto.

Yes. He thought. Hot MILF indeed.

#mommy.writes #sugar mommy #md/lb kink #imagine #atsumu miya #astumu imagine #haikyuu!!#Kōtarō Bokuto #Shōyō Hinata #Kiyoomi Sakusa

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princess-of-inarizaki · 4 years ago

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Hi love, pretty sure you're requests are open (if not just ignore this) n e ways what about Inarizaki with manager who's like intimidating (i've been told i am intimidating lol) and very sarcastic, much Tsukishima Kei vibez cuz that's basically me😃

Just like how would our boys react, very curious and take your time btw don't have to rush it, do it whenever you feel like :D

Oh my gosh Nat, it's literally my honour to write this for you. You can request anything, anytime, and you'll be a top priority (ily<3)

Inarizaki with a tsukkishima-ish manager.

Specially dedicated to @sunasthing <3

So first of all, if you think that's gonna stop the boys from simping over you, you've got it wrong 😖🖐️

The boys would literally take it as a challenge to get your softer nature out, especially Atsumu.

I GENUINELY think he'd find it really hot whenever you snap back at him, or tell him off. (maybe he's like Nishinoya and Tanaka in that sense 🙄)

Constantly pesters you, and although you don't give him a reply often (because he's annoying as fuck), if you ever acknowledge him slightly, he WILL flirt with you.

Beware tho, even if he comes off as flirty and charismatic, he's literally just a dorky small baby and genuinely wants your attention because he thinks you're the coolest person ever.

And if you're ever nice to him, you can best bet he'll replay that moment in his mind before sleeping EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.

Y/n, earlier that day: don't get hurt. I don't want to have to deal with anyone on this team being injured

Atsumu at 3 a.m: s-she cares about me 🥺🥺

I think Osamu would vibe really well with you. He's not annoying, he's really really chill, and he has a pretty sharp tongue himself.

Judges people as an attempt to make you laugh, and he sees it as a personal victory if he can get you to crack a smile or smirk. He just doesn't make a big deal about it, unlike his twin xD

Osamu: y/n look at that guy. he's totally crushing on his brother's best friend, could he not be more obvious about it??

Y/n: *cracks a smirk* yeah, it does seem so.

Osamu, internally: ✨v i c t o r y i s s w e e t✨

He also cooks for you pretty often, and even if you protest against accepting it, you'll usually find a bento hidden in your locker or bag.

He knows you might not accept it straight, so he finds other ways to get it to you. Osamu actually thinks of you as a cooler sister that he says "he'd trade Atsumu for"

In general, the twins are the life of Inarizaki and although they're sometimes annoying, they mean well and it's plain to see that they love you.

Kita loves how smart and analytical you are. I've said this before, I'll say it again— Kita thinks brains are sexy 😤

Especially when you call the team to give your insights about their opponents, or give them ideas on how to improve their play, Kita is literally there like “I'm so glad she's ours”

Because you would be a dangerous asset to other teams, and Kita is the most thankful that you're with them.

He's also a really good leader and although the two of you don't have heart-to-hearts or conversations like the twins, you know he'll ALWAYS be there for you.

Like once, it was raining and practice was cancelled, so you decided to wait in school until the rain subsided (because you didn't want to get wet), and our sweet Kita searched for you in every single classroom until the finally found you and walked you home. That's just the dynamic you had with him

He also often checks up on you, even when it's unrelated to volleyball. Have you done your homework? have you ate breakfast this morning? although you're usually sarcastic with the twins and most of the other members of the team, you can't bring yourself to do so with Kita.

The respect you guys have for each other is unmatched and that's probably why you're such a golden duo in Inarizaki. The leader and the analytical manager.

And now Suna. I think Suna would be the member you have the deepest bond with. you truly allow him to see who you are inside, and he does the same. You guys really just click.

It started with him complaining about Atsumu, and slowly progressed into you letting Suna be the only member to have physical contact with you, but only when the others aren't looking.

Sometimes, if you guys are the only two people in the gym, he'll nap on your lap or lean on your shoulder.

If you didn't already know, like everyone else in Inarizaki, he has a crush on you 😖🖐️ like damn you thought Atsumu had it bad? nah, Suna has it the worst.

He literally asks his little sister to let him practice braiding her hair, just so he'll be perfect when he someday asks to do yours.

But he always chickens out because he's scared you'll say no 😭😭 he's internally very shy, okay? 🥺🥺

He's literally your best friend. You guys have study sessions together, anime nights, literally anything, he's right there with you. The rest of the team are literally not aware of how close the two of you are.

Until one day, Atsumu tries daring you to kiss Suna on the forehead, and instead of flat-out refusing (like you've done before when he's dared you to kiss him, or Akagi) you shrug and gently kiss Suna on the forehead, causing Suna to smile and ruffle your hair.

The rest of the team is just shocked.

Atsumu: what is this FUCKERY?? is y/n literally WILLINGLY touching someone ??¿¿

Y/n and Suna: *smirks*

Atsumu, close to tears: okay

But the rest of the team soon accept you and Suna have a pretty special bond, and that you're genuinely softer when it comes to him.

You don't snap at him much, and as they've noticed, Suna has started being more brave about leaning on your shoulder or sleeping on your lap.

Of course, the rest of the team (with the exception of Kita) is jealous. But hey, they just don't have Suna's charm, okay? xD

You make Suna want to try harder, and he's way more motivated to give it his all in every single game. Mostly because he wants you to be proud of him.

He definitely has a nickname for you, but he will only use it when he's sure you guys are alone. And in return, you call him "Rin" which makes his heart flutter 🥺🥺

KAHDKSS I TOOK SO LONG WITH THE SUNA ONE PLEASE IM TURNING BOTH OF US INTO EVEN BIGGER SUNA SIMPS (as if we weren't already xD)

Now onto Aran !! Aran is a softie who (like Kita) respects you a great deal. He'll fend Atsumu and Osamu off if he senses you aren't having a great day.

He's also pretty good at giving you your space but he checks up on you every once in a while if anyone is bothering you.

Although he's shy about it, Aran actually comes to you when he doesn't understand a homework question. You're super smart and he knows you won't make him feel bad about not knowing.

And it makes you feel happy to know he trusts you, so you help him as best as you can. It's a little secret of yours that the other members don't know about.

It especially lights your day up when he gets a good grade and whispers a silent "thank you" to you in class.

In return, will help you with anything you ask for. No questions asked.

And now, last but not least, sunshine Akagi!! I think he's a total Hinata Shoyo, so he might annoy you a bit at first because of his bright personality.

But deep down inside, you love how easily he gets people to smile and slowly find yourself warming up to him.

And Akagi is really determined to get you to smile (at least once a day) so he cracks the corniest jokes or makes puns.

It has become a thing between the two of you, where Akagi tells you a joke a day, and you rate it out of ten.

Gone are the days when you found him annoying. And now, even if you won't tell him outright— you really do think he's one of the brightest people in your life.

Additional headcanons

CHEERING YOU UP— whenever you feel quieter than usual, or a bit more sarcastic, the boys immediately know something is wrong and rush over to make you feel okay. Literally, it's almost like they've abandoned practice. And eventhough you tell them to get back to it, they refuse to leave until you're feeling better. Suna usually gives you a hug and kisses your forehead, whilst Akagi cracks jokes. Then, (and eventhough you protest) Atsumu lists off all the things you should love about yourself, whilst Osamu buys you ice cream (food is, after all, the best cure for anything). Aran is literally ready to HUNT the person who affected your mood down, and kill them, whilst Kita is literally just holding him back and making sure things don't go overboard. Even if you aren't fully cheered up by then, you'd have laughed a whole lot and know how much they care for you, so honestly... how could you stay sad?

REACTING TO YOU TELLING THEM OFF— Suna is literally just meh about it. He can't take you seriously because he's a dork who thinks he's not included in the list of "idiots" (but no Suna, u mf, you ARE included -_-). Atsumu thinks it's hot 👀 (as I mentioned above), Akagi is genuinely upset/ready to sob and vows to do better. Kita is proud of you for telling them off before he could do it (Kita is not included in the "idiots". How could he? he's PERFECT 🖐️). Osamu and Aran have similar reactions, because they end up apologizing and try to change tactics and do better.

HOW THEY'D ACT WHEN YOU START DATING SUNA— (because this is honestly inevitable, wbk 😭❤️). Atsumu would be jealous. Petty and would call Suna "pretty boy" every chance he gets. Leave him, im sure he'll get over it 🥺🥺 Osamu is pretty jealous too, but he'll never show it and focuses instead on your happiness. Kita approves, and honestly thinks you're a good influence on Suna. Aran is protective of you, and would literally gun Suna down if he ever hurt you (but he won't. Suna loves you, he'd literally jump down a cliff before ever hurting you 😤🖐️) and Akagi is cheerful as before, but extra glad because you seem to smile a bit more often (and Akagi loves your smile).

I took a lot of effort on this <3 hope you like it, bae !! Taglist— @dai-tsukki-desu @sunasthing @k-sakusa-old @tilli-san

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