#miya atsumu

[qardenofeden]

you cheer and clap from the stands as atsumu miya secures the last point of the game, beating the buzzer by just half a second and winning the match for his team. the crowd roars, his school’s chant echoing throughout the venue. atsumu’s teammates pool around him as they celebrate their win, the boys forming a circle within themselves.

but his mind is occupied with the pretty girl he sees in the corner of his eye— you. he pulls away, muttering a quick “give me a second” to no one in particular.

he walks to you, head held high and he can’t help but puff his chest and shoulders a little bit. just a little.

“what’s a girl like you doin’ all alone?” he asks, and some of his teammates a few feet away yell. honestly, you’re not even sure if they’re cheering him on or booing him, but you do hear a whistle from behind.

light breaths of air escape your lips as you giggle, “i’m here for my boyfriend.”

and he scoffs, the smug bastard. “i don’t see him anywhere. looks like you’re all mine for tonight.” calloused hands reach over to you, his arms flexing subtly at the tenseness built up over the game.

“hmm, i don’t know…” you look down, swaying ever so slightly as you put up a bashful pretense.

the blonde laughs, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he traps you in an embrace. “you ‘nd your games,” he says, kissing your forehead.

you squeal and pull away to no avail, his large arms wrapping around you like a blanket. “you started it! ‘tsumu, you’re all sweaty!” you drag out the last syllable, half teasing. it was true, his jersey was halfway wet like he’d been caught in the rain.

“shhh, stop resisting. your boyfriend might see.” atsumu teases, all while continuing to pepper you with kisses. the noise from the crowd and his teammates are blocked out, atsumu’s world limiting itself to you and him only.

a pretty girl and a championship. looks like atsumu’s going home with two victories tonight.

bokuto post-match

[myheadphonesss]

this is actually hilarious

Osamu: Sorry about him.

Kiyoomi: YOU HEARD?!

Osamu: No, I just assume whenever ‘Sumu opens his mouth something horrible comes out.

[u3pxx]

bweghhhhhhh

[semiloml]

cw: cock worship, slight dumbification, overstimulation, down bad atsumu<33

Atsumu loved seeing you like this.

On your knees, looking up at him with wide, glassy eyes, lips swollen from where you’d been mouthing at the head of his cock for the last few minutes—so desperate, so eager, so fucking perfect.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, his fingers threading into your hair, tilting your head back so he could see you properly. “Look atcha, baby. S’like you were made for this, huh?”

You let out a soft whimper, your tongue peeking out to lap at the sensitive tip, making his breath hitch.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he cooed, his grip tightening just a little. “I know ya can take more than that—ya love suckin’ my cock, don’tcha?”

You nodded, moaning softly as you finally took him deeper, your lips stretching around his girth. His head fell back, a ragged groan leaving his throat as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him down like you were starving for it.

“Fuck—just like that, baby, yeah—shit, ya love worshippin’ me, don’t ya?”

You hummed around him, your eyes fluttering as he rocked his hips just slightly, watching the way your pretty lips slid up and down his shaft.

“Knew ya were a dumb lil’ thing,” he murmured, voice thick with want. “Always get so cock-drunk f’me—so fuckin’ desperate—”

His words made you whimper, and fuck, that sound did something dangerous to him. Because as cocky as Atsumu was, as much as he loved the way you worshipped him, there was a part of him that was utterly obsessed with you.

With the way you needed him.

With the way you melted for him.

With the way you let him ruin you, again and again, like you were made to be his.

“Shit, baby, ya keep doin’ that, ‘m gonna fuckin’ come down that pretty lil’ throat—”

You moaned, taking him deeper, swallowing around him, and Atsumu lost it, his hand tightening in your hair as he jerked, spilling hot and thick down your throat.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, his head spinning, his thighs trembling.

You pulled off him with a messy little gasp, your tongue peeking out to lick the corner of your lips, looking so pretty, so fucking wrecked—and Atsumu’s cock twitched again.

“Shit, baby,” he breathed, his thumb swiping across your swollen bottom lip. “Ya want more, don’tcha?”

You nodded, whining, pressing your thighs together.

Atsumu let out a low chuckle, his hands grabbing your waist, manhandling you onto the bed before flipping you onto your stomach.

“S’good,” he murmured, lining himself up with your soaked cunt. “‘Cause I ain’t done with ya yet, sweetheart. Not even fuckin’ close.”

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: hi everyone <333 Tysm for all the amazing support!! I will keep working on my requests!!

[neeeooon]

hiii for your 1000 event could you do brother's bestfriend, HQ, fluff (i honestly don't know😭), canon pre-timeskip!atsumu?🥰

i’ll try my best to keep them in character 🫶

brother’s best friend is the one for me

pre-timeskip!atsumu x osamu’s bff gn!reader. fluff

pre-timeskip!atsumu hates that he’s developed feelings for his brother’s best friend. they’ve had to share so much growing up, namely volleyball, and he knows that if he asks you pick between them, you’ll obviously choose samu

pre-timeskip!atsumu practically starts levitating when he’s greeted by the sound of your laugh the second he gets home from practice

“hey, sumu,” you greet, smiling largely at something his brother said, as you offer pre-timeskip!atsumu a dumpling. “samu and i just made these. what do you think?”

obviously they’re amazing, but pre-timeskip!atsumu would lie without hesitation if they weren’t. “spectacular; i’ll take twenty.”

best friend!osamu makes sure to warn pre-timeskip!atsumu when he catches his eyes following you everywhere. “don’t even think about it. i’m not sharing.”

pre-timeskip!atsumu clutches his chest. “i would never! you think so little of me, brother.”

pre-timeskip!atsumu knocks on your door with flowers he picked by the side of the road, small chunks of dirt still clinging to the roots as he holds them out for you. “thanks for feeding me!”

pre-timeskip!atsumu’s heart rate triples when he catches the faint blush on your cheeks as you accept the flowers (they’re weeds, but he doesn’t have to know that)

pre-timeskip!atsumu confidently asks you to attend their game wearing his number, since you’ve been wearing his brother’s to every game prior

pre-timeskip!atsumu melts inside when you put a finger to your lips and hum. “i’ll think about it.”

and when it’s finally time for the match, pre-timeskip!atsumu ignores everyone else in the stands to smile at you. you smile back, his number on your jersey

“i’m killing you when we get home,” best friend!osamu says with a sweet smile, patting his brother’s back when pre-timeskip!atsumu pales

[ryzer4242]

I LOVE KISSES!!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓’ 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊.

Your lips brush against his.

Barely a kiss. Not even a real one. Just the ghost of your mouth against his—like some subconscious twitch, like your battered body is responding to him without your mind catching up.

But it’s enough.

It’s enough to fucking ruin him.

Atsumu freezes mid-thrust, a choked, guttural sound ripping from his throat. His fingers twitch, tightening in your hair as his chest heaves against yours. He stares at you, dazed, pupils blown wide, golden eyes flickering with something unhinged.

Did you—?

You fucking did.

You kissed him.

His lips part. His heartbeat slams in his ears. Every nerve in his body burns, screams, shakes—his cock pulses so deep inside you he thinks he might fucking die. He’s not even moving anymore, but your cunt clenches around him like you’re trying to pull him deeper.

His sanity cracks.

"Do it again," he rasps.

You whimper. Try to turn your head. Try to pretend you didn’t just do that, that you didn’t just prove him fucking right. But Atsumu isn’t stupid. He isn’t fucking blind. He saw the way your lashes fluttered, the way your fingers twitched against his forearm. You’re losing. You’re slipping.

And he’s winning.

"Aww, sweetheart," he croons, the saccharine tease barely masking the tremor in his voice. He’s shaking, his body buzzing with something primal. Something sick. "Didn’t mean to, did ya? S’that what yer gonna say?"

You don’t answer. You can’t. You’re gasping, struggling to breathe as he suddenly slams into you so deep, so hard, your legs jolt around his waist.

"Say it," he growls, grinning like a fucking devil. "Go on—tell me you didn’t mean it. Tell me it was a mistake."

You do. You try. But you’re not convincing. Not when you’re trembling like that. Not when your hands curl against his chest like you’re trying to hold onto him.

He watches you, breathless.

Then he fucking snaps.

His mouth crashes onto yours, devouring you, biting at your lips until you gasp, letting him shove his tongue inside. The kiss is wet, messy, filthy—he’s swallowing your whimpers, drinking down every tiny, shuddering sound you make, dragging them from your throat as his cock pounds into you mercilessly.

"Fuck," he groans into your mouth, voice shaking. "Fuck, fuck, fuck— yer mine, baby, y'hear me? Mine."

You shake your head weakly, but it’s useless. Your walls are clenching, spasming around him as he drives into you, deeper, harder, fast and desperate like he’s trying to crawl inside you. You kiss him back again—barely, just another ghost of your lips against his—but it’s enough to send him spiraling.

He cums inside you with a wrecked, broken sound, shoving his cock as deep as it can go, pumping you full with thick, hot spurts.

And all he can think is—

About fuckin’ time.

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YOU’LL BE IN MY HEART

atsumu miya x insecure! reader

“DON’T LISTEN TO THEM, CAUSE WHAT DO THEY KNOW?”

you should’ve known it wouldn’t be easy dating ATSUMU MIYA. he’s a well-known student athlete, and you two aren’t even in the same social circle.

of course, people realized that he changed. from the dude who always basked in the spotlight— to the taken man protecting his girlfriend’s feelings? what a wuss.

despite his reputation of being carefree and unbothered, it surely worried him when the love of his life was suddenly hurt and disheartened.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

“ya alright, pumpkin?” atsumu asks, worried.

it was saturday— your weekly movie night at his place. despite cuddling and having a cozy movie playing in the back, you couldn’t help but replay everyone’s comments over and over in your head.

you turned to face him. seeing the look of concern on his face, you couldn’t help but not want to worry him.

“i’m okay, tsumu.”

he raises a brow, doubt evident in his eyes. “really? it don’t seem like yer okay..”

it was hard to lie, especially when he knows everything about you— in and out.

you sigh in defeat, “promise you won’t get all pissy?”

he gives you a look of mock offense, bringing his hand up to his chest. “i am not pissy.”

you roll your eyes, deciding to tell him the truth;

“your fans seem to prefer you dating someone else..”

he paused. no sassy remark, nothing. “excuse me?”

“you’re a student-athlete, and your not exactly bad looking either..” you state, your voice lowering at the last bit.

he stares, baffled. “what the hell does that mean?”

“it means you’re like, practically the perfect boyfriend.. theoretically, i suppose. but, i’m barely considered conventionally attractive.“

even with how obvious you were making it, atsumu didn’t seem to understand.

“why would that matter?”

“because that’s how it is. a pretty girl can date an ugly guy, but not vice versa.”

he squints his eyes, the expression on his face clearly annoyed.

“so what? yer gorgeous.”

“maybe to you—“

before you could make a self-deprecating comment, he cuts you off. “yeah, and thats all that matters.”

you tilt your head, confused. “you don’t get it—“

again, cutting you off. “nah, yer the one that don’t get it. don’t listen to those nobodies, what do they know ‘bout us?”

before you could speak up, he continued making his statement. “they don’t know ya like i do. yer gorgeous, intelligent, talented.. and ya deal with my bullcrap better than anyone else.” he chuckles, “they don’t know what i’m like behind closed doors either, darlin’. i guarantee yer the only girl for me, the only one that can keep up with me.”

maybe, just maybe, dating an athlete isn’t such a bad idea.

you try to suppress the smile tugging at your lips, not going unnoticed by atsumu. being the jerk that he is, he pulls you closer, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

the only words you could describe his gaze was loving and adoration. with a dreamy sigh, he says, “imma marry ya one day, alright?”

you nod bashfully, your voice turning into a small whisper. “i’d like that..”

HELLO FRIENDSS!! haven’t been active lately lol, even if i do only post once a month.. i took a hiatus during feb for reasons even unknown to myself other than lack of motivation, but i’m happy my kenma fic is doing well, and i hope you all can enjoy this one as well :)

[pomeloblush]

MONACO. atsumu miya x f!reader

ᝰ synopsis: Texts with your ex who’s a famous f1 driver.

ᝰ contains: Angst , fluff , humor , yearing atsumu , based off this

a/n - i will make a part two this needs a part two. I fear F1 atsumu save me.

atsumu tag @dearru

[catladykt13]

A trip down memory lane ♥️

[kenmaswoman]

astumu miya bf texts

cw: sexual innuendos, cursing

[tsuumm]

atsumu and that one 300 dollars jellyfox cat (iykyk) ((that's literally him))

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[dokjas-lostselfpreservation]

novel-worthy paras/lines i came across while reading fanfics:

"I was only sad because I was brave enough to love them so much."

‌"Everyone gets a fighting chance at happiness. Even those who don't think they deserve it."

‌"I know you're doing this for love, but sometimes love isn't a fight. Sometimes love means letting go."

‌" 'When you love something, you let it go.' That's what they say, right? When you love something, you've got to show it. You have to put up a fight. You only let it go once you know, you truly know, that you've given it your all."

"When you know your days are numbered, you find a way to fill them. You find those things, those people who mean something, and you cling to them, for as long as you can. For as long as you can figure out how. We don't know what's gonna happen when we get old, or even when that is. I know nothing will be mine forever, but I know this is mine now, and I'm gonna fight like hell to keep it that way."

[yunwangja]

faultline | 12th shift

masterlist

yeah, you were drunk.

but you couldn’t care less right now—you think you deserve to get wasted.

you’ve had a rough week. you’re tired of thinking, tired of whatever’s been going on in your head. you deserve to not think, even just for tonight.

"i don’t want to go home yet," you insist.

"yn, you’re drunk. either you stay and sober up, or go home and rest. choose."

suga’s voice is calm, but you can tell he’s not letting this go.

you whine, too drunk to realize how childish you sound. you’re also too drunk to care that it’s him you’re talking to—the person you’ve been trying to avoid.

"i stop drinking either way! why are you being such a killjoy, suga? let me be," you grumble, turning away from him. and then, just to prove a point, you grab another shot and down it.

he sighs. the kind of sigh that’s heavy, exhausted. but when he speaks again, his voice is quieter.

"yn."

you weren’t expecting that.

his voice has never sounded like that before—low, almost firm, but not in a scolding way.

"turn around and face me."

you freeze, fingers tightening around your empty shot glass. the air shifts—not in a way that sobers you, but in a way that makes you feel suddenly aware.

still, you don’t let it show. you school your expression, force yourself to look unaffected as you turn back to him, raising an eyebrow.

"what?"

but suga leans in slightly, just enough for you to notice.

"listen to me for once."

his dark eyes flicker over your face, steady and searching. his brows pull together slightly—not in frustration, but quiet concern. his lips part just barely, like he’s holding back words. there’s warmth in his expression, but something else lingers beneath it.

"please?"

shit.

why did he say it like that?

why did he have to ask like that?

your chest feels too tight. you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or him.

so you don’t respond. you just glance at the half-empty bottle of liquor in front of you, then push it away.

suga takes it as a sign that you’re finally giving in. he sits beside you, a little too close.

"finally."

has he been this close before? maybe. but like this, with your body already feeling too warm, it makes you more aware of him than you’d like.

you don’t like this.

"here." he reaches for an empty glass, fills it with water, then hands it to you. "drink some."

you hesitate, looking around for kiyoko, wondering why she isn’t the one doing this. you spot her across the room, catching up with daichi, too engrossed in conversation to notice you. fair. she takes care of you all the time—she deserves a night off from you.

meanwhile, shoyo and tsumu are deep in gossip, their expressions animated. you narrow your eyes at tsumu. if he told shoyo about your fight earlier this week, you’ll kill him.

"yn. drink."

suga nudges you, bringing your focus back to him.

you sigh, taking the shortest sip possible.

he doesn’t even let a second pass before he says, "yn. more."

you glare at him but take another sip, just to get him off your back.

silence settles between you as you stare down at your glass.

your mind drifts.

kageyama is still sitting where you left him, now listening intently as bokuto teaches him drinking tricks. beside them, akaashi watches you. it annoys you, because he was looking at you with a knowing smile—one that says, "i told you."

you roll your eyes at him.

"go back out there," you mutter. "to whatever you were doing earlier. i won’t drink anymore."

"i have nothing else to do." suga leans back slightly, looking away as he picks up a shot for himself. "i’d rather keep an eye on you."

unfair.

"ugh. i want to go home."

you bury your face in your hands, pressing your elbows against the counter.

"you want to? i can walk you."

his response is immediate. like he’s been waiting for you to say that.

you groan. "no. i’ll go home myself."

you push yourself up from your seat, only for him to catch your arm.

his grip is firm—not rough, not forceful, just... unyielding.

"no, yn." his voice leaves no room for argument. "it’s not safe for you."

he stands up, keeping his hold on you as if he’s worried you’ll bolt the moment he lets go.

"i’ll just tell everyone. stay here."

and then he does just that, going around the room, telling the others he’s taking you home.

you refuse to look at them. you don’t want to see their faces, don’t want to see whatever expressions they’re making, don’t want to deal with whatever thoughts they have about this.

when suga returns, you don’t wait. you grab your bag and walk out.

the night air is crisp, cooling the heat that lingers on your skin. the quiet hum of the streetlights buzzes faintly above you, casting long shadows as you and suga walk side by side. the distant sound of traffic fills the silence between you, but it’s not enough to drown out the unease settling in your chest.

it feels different now.

maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the fact that you’re alone with him, but you’re suddenly hyperaware of everything. the sound of his steady footsteps beside yours. the way the space between you seems smaller than it should be. the way your arms occasionally brush when one of you shifts slightly.

it’s making you restless.

you pull your jacket tighter around yourself, pretending like the cool air is the reason for the shiver that runs down your spine. you just want to get home.

suga hasn’t said much since you left. you don’t know if that’s good or bad. normally, you’d be fine with the silence, but tonight, it makes you feel too much.

when suga finally speaks, his voice is quiet, but it cuts through the air easily.

“you okay?”

“i am.”

"are you sure?"

you huff, rolling your eyes. "why wouldn't i?"

suga slows his pace slightly, looking at you. “because you're drunk,”

"i'm fine, just leave it."

you don’t want to talk. especially not him. not when you can still feel the warmth of his presence too close beside you. you pick up your pace, but he easily keeps up.

“yn—”

“oh my god, stop,” you groan, turning on your heel. the movement is too quick, and you nearly stumble, but suga’s hand darts out to steady you. you slap his arm away before he can hold you for too long.

“why do you always do this?” you ask, frustration bubbling up. a voice inside you is asking why you got irritated so easily, but again, you're too drunk to care.

“you’re always looking out for me, always making sure i’m okay. you’re so—” you let out an exasperated sigh, gripping your head. “—so annoying.”

suga raises an eyebrow, but there’s no bite in his expression. “i’m annoying for wanting to make sure you’re safe?”

“yes!” you snap. your words are more frustrated than anything else. frustrated at him, at yourself, at whatever this stupid thing is between you.

you step closer without realizing it. you don’t know why you do it—maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you—but you find yourself staring.

your gaze lingers on the curve of his lips, the way his dark eyes watch you, steady and unreadable. you should look away, but you don’t.

“you’re always like this,” you mumble, almost to yourself. “why are you like this?”

suga doesn’t move, but you see the way his fingers twitch at his sides. you don’t think before you lean in, your balance swaying slightly. your face is too close to his.

you can see the way his breath catches, the way his eyes flicker to your lips for just a second before he inhales sharply and pulls back.

“yn,” he says, voice firmer now. his hands gently push your shoulders back, creating space between you. “i like you, remember?”

this again.

you squeeze your eyes shut, groaning. “eugh, this sucks.”

“what does?”

you stare at the ground. “why do you like me?” your voice is quieter now, frustration giving way to something heavier. “if you didn’t like me, then things would be easier.”

suga watches you carefully. “easier for who?”

“for me.” the words slip out before you can stop them. you bite your lip, feeling something sting behind your eyes. “you’re stupid, suga. so stupid. i hate you for liking me.”

for some reason, your eyes start to tear up. this is bad news. you quickly look away, hoping he didn’t notice. but he does.

his gaze softens, his brows knitting together, and for a moment, he just looks at you—like he’s seeing something he wasn’t supposed to. something new.

“am i really giving you a hard time?” his voice is quieter, more careful than before.

you let out a breath, shaky and uneven. “so much. things are so complicated now. even this. i just wanted to have fun, but i have to be all careful when i’m around you. i hate it.”

you don’t look at him. you can’t. but you hear the slight exhale he lets out.

“i see.” his voice is unreadable. “i’m sorry.”

you don't say anything back. you can't.

so you just turn back around and start walking again, your steps heavier now. suga follows, his presence lingering just behind you, quiet and steady.

neither of you speak, the silence stretching between you, thick with unspoken words. the night air feels colder than before.

notes

i just realized sawamura has no socmed </3 damn me and my character intro

after suga dropped her off, he came back to the party and the karasuno classmates where having a drunk crying session

sawamura had his arms around shobio on either side and kiyoko was wiping her tears with tissues

keiji was comforting bo.... because he was crying with em

tsumu was laughing at them btw

suga quietly joined them and just listened to shoyo reminiscing their high school days

tsumu who has been carrying the whole series, was the first to notice something had happened. but he didnt ask what happened!

he thought he'll know whatever it was eventually

oh yn yn yn...

fun fact daichi coming home was super random it wasnt on my orig notes but i guess it worked out.. maybe it did

another fan fact this wasnt a scheduled post so i literally just finished this now... i got busy and forgot to make a draft LOL

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[lissyneedstopissy]

tuna mayo ! miya osamu

chapter nine – a bouquet of flowers

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Four days after the meeting, the day of MSBY’s home game.

Multiple events, positive and negative, had occurred throughout the past couple of days. Who would’ve thought that going to one of Osaka’s most popular bars could result in a scandal? Especially one that you were involved in. Thankfully, as word got around that it was Osamu that had done the damage for your safety, many social media audiences began to ease up on MSBY, and although past events have yet to die down permanently, it’s been steadily decreasing in popularity.

Reason one, because it quickly turned into a non-celebrity issue, and reason two, there are now more important things for everyone, including yourself, to focus on. Specifically MSBY's home game against EJP Raijin, from Shizuoka.

You were currently overseeing the pre-game interviews alongside a few of your coworkers. Multiple news reporters and journalists were present, asking multiple questions to a couple of the older MSBY players.

It had been going on for about forty minutes, unfortunately increasing your boredom as every second passed.

buzz!

Since you were on the side, and out of camera view, you pulled out your phone from your black MSBY jacket, and looked to see who had texted you.

As you silently sighed of relief, a thought of confusion ran through your mind.

‘It’s like he knew I was bored… weird…’

You put your phone back into your pocket, and eyed the room full of people, making sure nobody had their eyes on you. Once the coast was clear, you began to walk against the wall and to the door in a hurry, making minimal noise.

The reason you asked Hinata if Atsumu was present or not created a small feeling of guilt within you. Ever since you, and both twins had to meet with MSBY’s publicist, you haven’t spoken to Atsumu since that day, giving him the space he desired. Practices hadn’t all been that weird, but moments of awkwardness would arise if you happened to get a bit too close to him.

Moving on to Osamu, the both of you essentially decided to continue your situationship with each other, yet agreed to take a small break to let everything sink in. Everything was made easier due to the fact that Osamu had to take a small trip to Tokyo to solve a small conflict at his somewhat newly opened Onigiri Miya for about a week. Regardless of this, you both still made an effort to text each other at least once a day to check up on the latter.

You thought that a bit of separation would help let everything ease in, but truth to be told, you miss him. A lot more than you would’ve liked.

As you opened the doors with the sign ‘Gym 2,’ you immediately noticed three men standing towards the middle of the court, two of which were wearing a lively yellow jacket, different from the standard gold that MSBY wears. The other was none other than Hinata, who had an intrigued expression on his face.

When you stepped inside, all attention was immediately turned towards you, with Hinata acting as excited as ever.

“[L/N]!” he shouted, lightly jogging over to you.

You lifted up one of your hands and slightly waved as a greeting towards the ginger, with a smile on your face.

He quickly grabbed onto your shoulders as soon as he became within reach, and almost instantly, a serious expression plagued his face.

“Listen, I told you I wanted to introduce you to one of my friends, but one of my other friends came out of nowhere, so now you get to meet both of them. Okay?” He asked, slightly shaking your body.

“Yes sir.” You rolled your eyes, and answered sarcastically, taking his hands off your shoulders.

The both of you quickly walked over, and were greeted by the two other men with a bow, to which you reciprocated.

“This is Komori Motoya, he’s EJP’s libero, and surprisingly enough, Sakusa’s cousin.” Hinata pointed at the brown haired man, who in your opinion, was tall for a libero.

“Wait, you’re Sakusa’s cousin?” It was now you that spoke, a surprised look on your face. He looked nothing like him, physically, and mentally, to the best of your judgement. 

Komori chuckled, and rubbed the back of his head with a happy, carefree expression on his face. “Yes, I am. We both went to Itachiyama together. It’s nice to meet you, [L/N]!” 

“Ah, I see. It’s nice to meet you as well, Komori.”

“Aaaand this lanky guy is Suna Rintaro!” Hinata moved his pointed finger to the left of Komori (your right), and continued. “He’s EJP’s middle blocker, and he went to high school with Atsumu and Osamu at Inarizaki.”

As you kept that same welcoming smile on your face, you could feel your heart drop and slightly begin to pound due to the mention of the Miya twins. As you quickly observed the man in front of you, you couldn’t help but notice he kept his eyes on you in a way you didn’t know how to describe. He stared at you like… he already knew you?

Assuming that you’re just being paranoid for no reason, you muttered out a small “Nice to meet you, Suna.” yet he kept his eyes on you as he hummed for a response.

“Um…” You started, looking at the three volleyball players in front of you. “You guys excited for the game?”

“Yes, I can’t wait to beat EJP!” Hinata shouted, with two thumbs up accompanying his short stature. You giggled as Komori lightly slapped Hinata’s shoulder as a response to his statement, responding with a small “You wish!”

The four of you began to engage in small talk, moreso, Hinata, Komori, and yourself were talking with a few small remarks from Suna here and there. Knowing that Suna was, and probably still is, friends with Osamu changed everything for you, as he hadn’t properly introduced you to his circle yet. 

A couple minutes passed by, and Komori had asked Hinata to show him where the bathrooms were. Your muscles stiffened at this, realizing you and Suna would have to be left alone, which was not ideal at all.

As the two of them exited the practice gym, you were left shifting from one foot to the other, waiting for Suna to say something.

Anything.

Yet, that never happened.

You watched as he looked around the gym, hands in his pockets, most likely staring at some of the nearby banners on the walls, as you were just utterly shocked by the audacity. The audacity of him not even trying to speak to you.

“So…” You started, resulting with him immediately turning his whole face to you, maintaining eye contact. The previous smile on your face was meant to give off a relaxed impression, yet that was quickly replaced with a tight-lipped gesture of uncomfortable acknowledgement. 

You looked around the gym hoping to gain inspiration from anything, and that’s when your eyes landed on a banner showing a certain blonde-haired setter. You slightly grimaced at this, but was thankful for it because of the inspiration you gained.

“What was highschool like with Atsumu?” You had finally continued your sentence, firmly placing your hands behind your back.

Suna had raised an eyebrow at this. “It was whatever. Atsumu hasn’t changed a bit, so…”

“Oh yeah? How?” You countered.

“Atsumu’s still a big fat jerk.”

You snorted with laughter, almost instantly covering your mouth. Before you could internally berate yourself, Suna had finally shown an expression of comedic relief on his face.

“Atsumu can be a jerk sometimes.” You agreed, letting out some of your past emotions. “But he’s still a nice guy. He was my first friend when I got hired to work for MSBY.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You confirmed, but hesitated for a bit before speaking once more. “He was a jerk at first, though.” This time, a small chuckle was brought out of Suna. Obviously, you hadn’t known him for long, but he didn’t seem like an easy guy to elicit a reaction from. As he had calmed down, silence took over once again.

This time, it wasn’t as uncomfortable as before, but you would’ve liked to start another conversation with him about something.

“So, how’s Osamu doing?” The same voice from earlier spoke.

For some reason, you could feel yourself glitch internally. A confused smile was placed on your face as multiple thoughts began to run through your head.

“How’s– what?” You asked, keeping that same expression on your face.

“How is Miya Osamu doing? Ya’know, Atsumu’s twin?”

“I know who Osamu is.”

“Then why didn’t you answer my question when I first asked it?”

You deadpanned, pausing to think of an answer. “Well… he’s your friend, right? You should know how he’s doing.”

A small, yet mischievous smirk appeared on Suna’s face as he leaned closer to you, dropping his hands to his side. “You’re right. Yet, you seem to be much closer to him than I am.”

You stared at the middle blocker directly in the eyes whilst swallowing a lump in your throat. He knows about you and Osamu? Since when? As numerous thoughts about the situation popped up, you could see a slight glimmer of amusement in Suna’s eyes.

“Calm down, [L/N]. Why are you tensing up?”

“I’m not tense.” You replied in that instant.

“Osamu told me about you when you guys first met.” He responded, putting his hands in his pockets. A feeling of increased confidence suddenly surged through your body, causing your eyes to widen ever so slightly. Yet, you stayed silent, thinking about your recent lack of communication with one another.

“It’s not my place to really say anything but, um,” Suna took his hands out of his pocket, and began to zip up his EJP jacket. “He likes you. A lot.”

A hint of pink began to creep upon your cheeks, but you didn’t care.

“Is that so?” You asked softly.

“He talks about you whenever he gets the chance, and frankly enough, it’s getting irritating.” 

You scoffed lightly at this, crossing your arms. “Wow, thank you!”

“Yeah, no problem.” 

Suna looked towards the clock on the wall, signalling that it was time for him to leave. He politely bowed to you, and as he turned on his heel to walk towards the door. You watched him walk away, and as he approached the door, you suddenly blurted out a question you weren’t even thinking about.

“Wait, has he talked about me these past few days?” You slightly shouted, loud enough for Suna, and only Suna to hear. He looked at you over his shoulder, same neutral expression on his face as you began to speed walk over to him.

“Yeah. He said he felt bad about the whole club thing.”

You sighed lightly at this, looked down at your feet and muttered out a small ‘fuck.’ An internal realization came to you at this moment: You truly didn’t want what you have with Osamu to end at all. 

Looking back up at Suna, a small smile appeared on your face. “Good luck during the game. You’re gonna need it.” Suna rolled his eyes, and turned back towards the door, opening it and exiting the gym. “Yeah, right.” He loudly scoffed.

Now that you were by yourself in the gym, you began to reflect on the past month, perhaps a bit more, you’ve been with Osamu. Having been to Onigiri Miya more times than you could count, you became extremely aware of the fact that you’ve actually never gone on an actual date with him. How could you not have noticed this until now? I mean, you’re both busy people with jobs, but regardless, you both simultaneously made time for FaceTime calls.

Pulling out your phone, you hesitated for a moment, before ultimately texting Osamu and attempting to break your distance with one another.

Immediately putting your phone on do not disturb, you exited the gym and began to walk towards the main arena, since the game was set to start in one hour. You had decided on the way that you would deal with Atsumu’s antics later, and now begin to focus primarily on doing your best to monitor the game.

15:17.

Score: MSBY, 3. EJP, 2.

The crowd watching erupted into cheers, celebrating MSBY’s victory against EJP Raijin. As all of the sweaty men shook hands with each other, you stood by Coach Foster, clapping due to the victory, as well as the amusement you’ve been given from this game. It was a pretty close game, but thanks to Atsumu’s quick thinking in the last set, MSBY was able to gain a two-point lead, guiding his team to victory.

As the announcer thanked the audience for coming to watch the game, everybody had soon begun to disperse, except for the Black Jackals. This was your cue to leave the gym, and if you would like, the stadium in general, since you weren’t tasked with creating any content for this game. Usually, you would wait for your friends to come out so you would congratulate them, but, there’s different circumstances. Letting out a small groan, you made your way through one of the doors on the court, and exited through a small hallway, leading you to the first floor of the main area, showing some audience members waiting to take a picture with the players. Ultimately deciding you would wait for your friends, you began to walk around for a bit. 

After remembering that your phone was on DND, you swiftly grabbed it out of your back pocket, looking through your notifications, with a couple standing out to you.

‘osamu; 4 missed calls.’

As you stared at these calls, you could feel your heart begin to swell with nervousness. Did something happen? You quickly pressed on one of the missed calls and held your phone up to your ear, speed walking to a more deserted part of the commons area.

[bold is y/n, bold + italics is osamu]

“[Y/N].”

A male voice was heard on the end of the receiver. The male voice you’ve been craving to hear for days caused your heart to flutter.

“Osamu, what’s wrong?” You asked with genuine concern.

“Are ya still in the stadium?”

“Uh, y-yeah.” You coughed away from the phone to clear your throat. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but listen, do ya’know where my concession stand is?”

“It’s by the yakitori concession on the second floor, right?”

“Right. Can ya start making yer way there?”

Your chest began to grow tight, heat flowing throughout your body. “Why?” You quietly questioned. “I think the floor is closed.”

You could hear a small chuckle from the other end. “Yer a JVA employee, ain’t ya?”

“Well… yeah, but–”

“No buts. Go to the second floor.”

click!

You stared at your phone, which now showed your lock screen. Taking a deep breath in, you walked towards the escalators, which were being guarded by two hefty security men. As you showed them your JVA badge, they let you up with no problem.

As you slowly ascended to the second floor, your heart kept the same, fast-tempo beats you were feeling earlier. Internally, you were absolutely bouncing up and down.

Reaching the second floor, you looked to your right, as you had forgotten which side Onigiri Miya was on. It’s also to be noted that the floor was completely empty. Like, nobody around at all since it seemed that all the concession stands were closed. Realizing Onigiri Miya wasn’t on the right, you turned towards the left, only to be met with an all too familiar male figure in the distance.

He was standing in front of Onigiri Miya, facing towards you holding something rather large… and pink in his hands. From what you could tell, he was wearing baggy black jeans, with a grey sweater, and underneath, a white undershirt which slightly peeked out. You were half admiring the outfit, half scolding yourself for not looking as presentable.

Overwhelmed, you stood still. Almost immediately, you recognized the male figure as Osamu, whom you have craved to see for days.

As he began to walk towards you, your body almost instantly followed his movements. The closer the two of you got, the more you could see clearly. He was holding a bouquet, with all of the most gorgeous flowers, such as stargazer lilies, baby’s breath, daisies, and pink peonies, wrapped in a beautiful pale pink paper, tied with a silk, white ribbon.

Soon enough, the two of you stood in front of one another, mere inches apart.

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. In truth, you didn’t know what to say. He had a toothy grin on his face, as well as a small amount of red painting his cheeks. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating you in the way that you liked, re

“Hello, [Y/N].” He spoke first, radiating euphoric energy.

Finally, words came out. But, not the words you expected. “I thought you were in–”

“Mmhm, I was.” Osamu interrupted, still smiling lightly.

“What are you doing here, Osamu?” 

He looked down towards the flowers, then back up to you. He stared into your eyes as if he was hypnotized by you. “Well, I’m here ta’ ask ya on a date.”

As much as you wanted to take this situation seriously, your lips began to upturn into an uncontrollable smile. “Oh?”

He nodded once.

“This isn’t how I wanted ta’ ask ya, but I wasn’t gonna let ya beat me to it.”

Without realizing it, your bodies moved together, closer to one another as though you were being pulled to each other. As you looked down, eyeing the flowers, and admiring their beauty, Osamu’s gaze stayed on you, holding an affectionate intensity towards you. As he held out the flowers with both hands, you looked back up at him and accepted, your hands brushing against his.

You put the flower in between your left arm, and waist as a way to balance it, finally hooking your right arm around your neck and pulling him into a hug. A hug that he wasn’t going to deny. As he wrapped both of his hands around your waist, leaning into the crook of your neck, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in.

“I can’t believe you came from Hyogo just to counter ask me out.” You lightly huffed, whispering affectionately in a joking manner. “You could’ve waited until you finished business, ya’know.”

Osamu began to pull away, keeping one hand on your waist, and moving the other to your face, brushing a stray lock out of the way and moving it behind your ear, his hand remaining on your cheek.

“Yeah, but I couldn’t wait.” His voice hushed, as a way to express tenderness.

As the energy between the two of you shifted to something more intimate, your gazes locked, and time seemed to pause. It was just the two of you in this very moment as your faces grew close together, until your lips interlocked in a soft, yet passionate kiss. The movements between the two of you were synchronized. Your pulse raced as butterflies flew throughout your stomach, noticing how soft Osamu’s lips were. 

Even though there was nothing in the world to describe how badly you wanted this kiss to last for eternity, you slowly pulled away as your eyes fluttered open. Immediately noticing the red hue on his cheeks, your smile grew larger.

“So, uh–” Osamu cut himself off, coughing as an attempt to clear his throat from the newfound nervousness he was experiencing. “How ‘bout that date?”

“What?”

“The date… you didn’t say yes or no.”

Almost instantly deadpanning, you lightly slapped his chest. “I just let you kiss me. If that’s not enough for a ‘yes,’ then I don’t know what is.”

Osamu hummed amusingly as he wrapped his muscular arm around you, guiding you to the escalator to descend to the first place.

“My mom taught me ta’ never assume.”

You sighed dramatically, looking back at the bouquet once more. “Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.” Without warning, Osamu kissed your forehead lightly, eliciting a pink tint on your cheeks. 

“What was that for?” You asked accusingly.

You could feel the man beside you shrug. “Dunno. Yer very kissable.”

Letting out a small ‘ugh,’ the both of you stepped on the escalator, using this opportunity as a way to look over the handle to see if any fans were still around, and to your (somewhat) surprise, there was nobody. Except, as the closer you got down to the first place, the closer several male voices got to you and Osamu. These voices were easily recognizable as members of MSBY.

“Guess I should congratulate ‘Tsumu.” Osamu muttered, noticing the voices as well.

Humming in approval, and looking back at the bouquet for the nth time, you pointed out a very obvious fact. “He’s gonna ask about the flowers.”

“Yeah.” Osamu paused for a second, looking over the railing on your side of the escalator. “I’ll just tell him I asked ya out on a date.”

Averting his eyes towards you, he could see your nose slightly scrunch up, knowing that you were most likely thinking about the reaction Atsumu was going to give this time.

“I don’t think he’ll be upset, [Y/N].”

You looked up at Osamu, slight confusion plaguing your mind. “Really? I still feel kinda bad, to be honest.”

“He’s a grown man, ya’know.”

Simultaneously stepping off the escalator, Osamu removed his arms from your body as you both walked to the right, to be met with Inunaki, Hinata, Atsumu, and Barnes about to walk directly past you. Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t an option as they all immediately noticed Osamu, yourself, and the big bouquet of flowers you were holding.

A moment of silence passed, as all men besides Atsumu let out a “OOOOOOOOOOO!” in a teasing manner. You didn’t focus on them, as you were eyeing Atsumu’s facial expression. He looked faintly shocked, yes, but he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at his brother. 

As the blonde walked towards his brother, arms open as an invitation for a hug, you took that as a hint to make your way over to the men who were still hooting and hollering.

“Did Osamu get that for ya, [L/N]?” Barnes asked, eyes alight with joy.

“He did. Isn’t it so pretty?”

The three men agreed, words overlapping one another as they all discussed the beauty of each individual flower.  You took this as a quick opportunity, and turned your head over your shoulder. The twins were exiting the hug, and you could hear a bit of their conversation, mainly Atsumu expressing his surprise for Osamu being in town for the game. Turning back, your eyes landed on the ginger in front of you, eyes full of curiosity. You tilted your head slightly.

“So, are you and Atsumu like…?” He asked quietly, being cautious of the setter hearing him.

“We haven’t really, uh, spoken yet.” You answered, a sad smile took over your face. Ever since the meeting with the publicists, the whole team was able to sense the tension between you and Atsumu, knowing you both were very close, but now distanced due to this small issue.

“You want to talk to him?” Now it was Inunaki speaking, looking like he had a solution in mind. You nodded at this. “Alright, the three of us will leave, and then–” The libero cut himself off, looking at the dark haired man behind you, walking towards the four of you.

“I’m not gonna lie…” Osamu started, the corner of his lip turned upwards, leaning in to hug you. “I have ta’ get back ta’ Hyogo soon to finish up everythin’.” You shook your head, letting out a small ‘tsk tsk.’ as you mirrored his movements. “I told you you should’ve just waited until you finished.” 

“Blah blah blah.” He muttered jokingly as he pulled away from your warm embrace, waving at the three other men, making his way towards the exit of the arena. 

“We’re gonna head out as well, then.” Barnes confirmed as he put both of his hands on either shoulder of his two teammates.

“Good luck!” Hinata whisper-shouted, two thumbs up on display as the three followed shortly after Osamu, towards the exit. With that, you finally turned around, immediately catching wind of Atsumu’s eye contact on you. Walking towards him, you noticed his hands were in his pocket, with an apologetic look on his face.

A brief period of silence passed. “I–” The both of you spoke at the same time, immediately interrupting yourselves.

“Go ahead.” You offered to Atsumu, to which he nodded and took a deep breath.

“Nice flowers.” He nodded towards the bouquet resting in your arms. “‘Samu got ‘em for ya?” As a response, you nodded, unable to contain the jittery smile you’ve been holding in, merely wanting to express this with your best friend.

“Listen, [Y/N],” He started, moving his hand to rub the back of his nape. “I’m sorry if I overreacted and pissed ya off the other day. If you and ‘Samu wanna be together, then who am I to hold y’all back?”

“Thank you, Atsumu. I’m sorry for going behind your back and meeting up with your brother. He’s too nice of a guy for me to back off of.”

He chuckled. “Yer all good. I never wanted ta’ stand in the way of yer love life or whatever in the first place, but I just wasn’t too happy that you fell for ‘Samu.”

You giggled at this, creating a comfortable silence between the two of you for a couple of seconds.

“We still besties?” Atsumu asked, opening his arms the same way he did for his brother. “Of course, ‘Tsum.” Accepting his invitation, hugging him tightly just as best friends do to one another.

“Don’t you still have to get on the bus?” You questioned, gesturing your head towards the doors of the arena. The blondie sighed dramatically, nodding, and beginning to walk as you followed him, having to also make your way to your car.

As you both exited, the light breeze immediately blew on the two of you. The weather was beautiful, which is better than you could’ve ever asked for, especially after such an exciting day. “Nice game, by the way. You played well.” You spoke once more, acknowledging the earlier event.

“Um, just well?” He challenged, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, excuse me. Might I say thou’s playing style art akin to a masterpiece, possessing an unparalleled essence of singularity, my good sir.”

Atsumu snobbily laughed, and waved his hand out in front of him. “Why, thank you madam [L/N]!” The two of you regularly laughed at the medieval speech, ever wondering how you could’ve gone days without speaking to one another.

“Also, by the way.” You started once the two of you calmed down. “What made you change your mind about me and Osamu?”

“Oh.” It seems like he was taken a bit back by this, yet had an answer ready. “Frankly enough, I don’t mind you being my sister in-law.”

You choked on your saliva, but in a good way. “Woah, we’re not even official yet!”

Atsumu hummed at this, putting his hands back into his jacket pockets. “Didn’t ‘Samu tell ya?”

“Tell me what?”

“He only dates to marry.”

author's notes !

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